The Prince's Savior

All characters are over 18 years of age. This is my first original (non-fanfic) story!

This tale takes place in a sword-and-sorcery world that happens to have indoor plumbing.

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The Prince's Savior

The cool morning air hung about the forest grotto, still dim before the dawn. The frozen morning dew coated all the features of the wood in a glistening sparkle, enhancing the already beautiful green setting. Despite the larks only just starting to chirp with the coming day, a green-cloaked figure had been sitting atop a sturdy branch for close to an hour. A strong hand grasped the arc of a bow, the other lightly pinching an arrow. As a grey light grew in the countryside, a tiny crackle drew the attention of the mysterious watcher. A rabbit began to graze on the edge of the small clearing, causing the frozen dew to break and shatter. The small sound was all it took for the hooded hunter to pull the string taught and release.

In a flash, the individual stood over their spoils and threw back their hood. As if caged and now free, long locks of crimson hair sprang out and fell about the head and shoulders of the now visibly feminine figure. The rabbit's arbiter was now revealed to be Cari, the proprietor of her own remote Vorbild Refuge in the nearby countryside. As a veteran member of the Vorbild Sisterhood, the red-haired beauty was more than capable of hunting and felling foes, despite her ultimate mission of healing the good. The formidable cleric threw her cloak to the ground as she began to bind her future meal.

Had there been another soul in the grotto then, they would not have been able to ignore her womanly form. With her hair now pulled up into a ponytail, her freckled cheeks and long lean neck came into view. In fact, her whole form was long and lithe, owing to her commanding 6'2" height. Despite a narrow frame, she had been blessed with all the womanly gifts one could want. She had sizable, perky breasts that made their presence known no matter the situation. Similarly, her round, toned bottom looked good even in drab hunting trousers. As she bent over and rose again, her buttock seemed to take 100 different alluring shapes in the matter of moments. Before long, her knife was sheathed and cloak donned again as she left with a carcass over her shoulder.

The woods were now well lit with the sun risen in the east. As she strode artfully between the ferns and brush of the forest, her mind wandered to the daily chores that lay before her at her place of residence. Cari's Refuge was one of many in a network of the Vorbild Sisterhood. Scattered across the realm, their holy mission was to heal the sick and protect the weak. Functionally, however, Vorbild Refuges were not only infirmaries, but also makeshift inns for weary travelers. Having been "promoted" to this Refuge's new warden about a year ago, she now occupied herself mostly with the duties of an inn keeper. This is in stark contrast to the battling, healing, and questing she specialized in for the decade prior. It was the minutiae of her "promotion" that was distracting her before something caught her eye.

In the distance she saw a purple lump among the brush. About the colorful mound there was a writhing movement of many shapes, surrounding and sometimes obscuring the mysterious object. Her pace increased as she sensed her presence needed.

"Veno-voles!" Cari shouted to herself as she approached, now knowing the creatures to be the venomous rodents that were a nuisance throughout the realm. "Begone, rancid vermin!" She exclaimed before waving her hand in a complicated, but effortless motion. As if appearing straight from the sky above, a wind of sparking white swirled about the pests in a small tornado. The veno-voles shrieked and scattered, obviously injured by the holy wind. Cari ran to the now obviously human figure in a purple cloak and quickly flipped them onto their back.

"Uuuugh." The now partially-revealed figure groaned. Their eyes were closed and their body was limp. Cari quickly scanned the person and their belongings, trying to understand how this could have happened.

"Hey are you alri--Oh! You're--" Cari uttered and then trailed off as she now seemed oriented to part of the situation. It took only a moment before she was sure of the man before her, his vestments the same as she had seen before. Her mind began to flash back to the night before at her Refuge.

It was early the evening and Cari stood silently chopping herbs and vegetables. The only sounds she uttered was the occasional sigh of boredom, no doubt resigned to another quiet night that lay ahead. She had quested across the land and becoming the warden of a Refuge was supposed to be an honor--a reward! The reality was almost the opposite. The cleric was lucky if she had two visitors in a month, usually a merchant passing through or the occasional banged-up villager requiring only rudimentary healing. She wondered if her mastery would wither away at this post.

Such was her mindset when it seemed her prayers were answered. A creak and a light banging came all of a sudden to her ears, no doubt the sound of the Refuge threshold being opened. She quickly threw her apron to the side and approached the entryway of her headquarters, knife still in hand. Just inside stood a purple-hooded figure, now banging their boots to remove any mud that had been accumulated.

"Who comes to my sanctum?" Cari said in the official greeting of her holy order. The knife in her hand raised slightly in a defensive way, a sad stand-in for her usual armaments--although this paragon did not need a weapon to dispatch her enemies.

"W-wha? Who are you?" The cloaked one said, in an unexpectedly squeaky voice. The cloaked individual seemed genuinely confused.

"I am a sworn Sister of the Vorbild..." Cari began to say in annoyance before she looked down and trailed off. She had become so used to having the Refuge all to herself that she had been dressing in a casual manner as of late--very casual in this case. The red-haired healer stood in only a white cotton top and panties, both which were slightly discolored from many days of service. Her erect nipples stood out in excitement, tenting her shirt in a way one would be hard-pressed to miss. Her white panties were intact, but the thin material betrayed her womanly pelt below as two or three crimson pubic hairs seemed to poke through. The contrast between red and white made the follicles quite unmistakable.

Cari beheld herself before embarrassment began to set in. She could make out the shaded face of the cloaked man looking upon her form, and almost felt his eyes probe every inch of her. In a swift motion she pushed her one arm across her breasts and slammed her thighs together trying to obscure her private area. It was now obvious the stranger did not realize her status as a holy healer because of her state of undress. She probably looked more like a prostitute than anything else!

"Wait right there!" Cari said as she jogged up the stairs to her quarters. Her plump bottom bounced up and down quite visibly as she bounded, one cheek of her freckled bottom completely uncovered by her undergarment. Once at her destination, she quickly ripped her closet door open and donned her blue robes of healing, adorned with the four-pointed star of her storied order. She returned in a matter of minutes, now wearing every ceremonial accessory she owned, seemingly to over-compensate for her image just moments before. The Vorbild were not outright celibate, but to let a man see her in that state was unbecoming and humiliating to say the least.

"I am sister Cari. Sorry... you caught me during a training exercise..." She fibbed as she was fixing her crimson locks.

"I forgive you and will not tell anyone." The cloaked figure said in a patronizing way--still with a higher tone than the woman had expected. "I need a room for the night, it must be private." The stranger went on to demand, noticeably trying to make their voice sound deeper.

"I, uh--sure. I'll show you to a room right away." Cari said in an uncharacteristically yielding way, still caught off guard from feeling vulnerable a few moments ago. It was obvious the visitor was a person of means. Their cloak, boots, and tunic all seemed of very high quality. The Sister did think it best to try and appease them so as to move past her unprofessional introduction. "Here it is! We have the diplomat suite available for you!" She said with feigned enthusiasm.

"Hmmm. This is your finest room?" The figure asked haughtily, with their chin seemingly pushed out slightly. There seemed to be some darkness about his jaw, no doubt stubble from a long journey, although something seemed off. Cari crinkled her nose at the question as she looked about the room. It had a doube-sized feather bed, a bathing basin, many dressers and tables, and even indoor plumbing. Running water and a toilet were still great luxuries, especially out in the country. The room was also spacious and wide-open so it could serve as a hospital room, the Refuge being the only house of healing for many leagues.

"Good sir," the frustrated Cari began to say. "Vorbild Refuges are respites that dot many realms. These are meant for nursing the wounded and sheltering the wayward. This is not a luxury chalet and I am not an innkeeper!" She finished her statement with such an edge that the arrogant stranger not only hushed-up, but also took a step back. It was at this point the woman realized that she stood over the cloaked-one by quite at least a foot, and his frame seemed rather small.

"T-thank you." The admonished traveler said without more issue. Hours passed before he was beckoned to the dining hall with four long tables and a small bar with two stools. Cari, still overdressed in her robes, had put out a wooden bowl of hearty soup with a small serving of ale. They both ate silently, the traveler's face remaining mostly obscured by a hood. Before long, he rose and stumbled back to his quarters without any offer or attempt to clean up after himself. As the Sister cleared the table, she noted only half the ale was imbibed--yet the stranger seemed more affected than that.

"What a strange man." Cari thought to herself before she ended her day. The overnight and early morning were uneventful, bringing the sister's thoughts back to the present as she crouched over the strange, rude traveler from the night before. In a swift motion she pulled the man into her arms and carried him toward her Refuge. The tall warrior-cleric made the load look light, and to her it truly was. In a matter of minutes she had bore the wounded one back to his diplomat's suite and placed him on his feather bed.

"He must be sick from the veno-vole's poison." She said to herself. "They're really more vermin than anything, I really only see bites in dogs... and children." As if on cue, Cari finally pulled the cloak's hood back to reveal the figure's features. A soft, youthful face was now visible, eyes closed and very much lifeless. A top his head was a messy mop of blonde hair, wet with sweat. The stubble she thought she had spied last night, came off on her fingers as she turned the young man's head from side to side: it was only soot and dirt. "I didn't think he was this young..." she whispered to herself.

Cari snapped back to reality and remembered her mission. The experienced healer began to unceremoniously remove the sick one's boots, cloak, bracers--everything except the trousers he wore beneath his tunic. Back in her healing robes, the holy Sister of the Vorbild began whispering incantations under her breath and rubbing the chest of the young man with oil from an ornate bottle. Within mere minutes, his breathing seemed to return to normal, and his color returned. He remained unconscious, but the healer was sure he had survived the worst.

As uneventful hours passed, Cari shed her heavy robes and now wore only a white linen dress adorned with the four-point star of the Vorbild. A roaring fire had been started in the room's hearth, making the patient and healer equally comfortable in light garments. Eventually she inspected the young man again under calmer circumstances and noted how different he seemed than the night before. The vestments he had been wearing hid just how small he was. His limbs were skinny and lacked discernable muscle or tone. His hands and feet looked much smaller without boots or gloves, and she was certain he actually measured much shorter without his footwear. She now noted that his whole body seemed quite pale, but even stranger: almost totally devoid of hair!

Cari's puzzlement was interrupted, however, when she finally made note of a gold bracelet that she had overlooked in the flurry of before. Much like the other things that he wore, it was of the finest make and craftsmanship. It was also weighty, seeming almost inappropriate for such a scrawny individual. The sister took his whole arm to her so she could read the inscription on it.

"Wait a minute..." She whispered as her eyes scrutinized a symbol she knew very well. It depicted a maned lion with mouth agape, surrounded by a circle of triangles. "This is the royal crest of the King of Norfen! Only the direct royal line can wear this... I know the king has only two sons" Cari muttered to herself, a new puzzlement now floating about her brain.

Narrative:

Before Cari could finish her thought, the newly-outed Prince began to writhe and moan in his bed. Cari looked at him with concern as his color seemed to drain slightly and he was coated again in sweat. She uttered the sacred words she did before, sure that this was a product of the veno-vole's venom. The incantation did not seem to quell the Prince's restlessness. "Maybe he still has a fang embedded in him... It's still delivering poison?" Cari thought to herself as she probed the diminuitive royal's body with her eyes. She could not spy anything, but knew she would have to look elsewhere.

"Your Majesty--er your Grace--er my Lord..." Cari said stumbling over the proper title for one of such a high station. Despite nothing really changing, the revelation of her patient's heritage seemed to provide him now with a regal aura. The Vorbild did not serve one realm or ruler, but the sister seemed to feel more deference for the little visitor knowing he was a Prince. "I must remove your trousers to ensure your good health. My Lord, I beg your forgiveness..." In a swift motion, as if to lessen the awkwardness, Cari had completely pulled the trousers off the young one. She immediately lifted him by his ankles, her great strength and his small size making it easy for her to full visualize his bottom and haunches. "Your Highness, I do not see anything..." Cari began to say sheepishly before she was distracted by something totally unexpected.

As she set the young Prince's legs down again, a small wiggle caught her attention. She assumed she had found the bite that she had been looking for but instead found a problem that had existed for quite some time. At the very center of the royal's groin was a tiny pink bump, no larger than a blueberry. While approximately the size of a vermin bite, this growth was, in fact, the Prince's underdeveloped penis. Shaped like a tiny thimble, it sat above an equally small and almost unrecognizable scrotum. His anatomy did not resemble the typical male sack, but rather a small half of a chestnut-shell glued between his legs. There was absolutely no length or hang to either appendage.

Cari's POV:

Oh! Oh my! Is that his...? That has to be the smallest, little penis I have ever seen! My training saw me deliver many newborns and even there this would be considered small! I can't believe I was just doling out "my Lord" and "your Majesty" to someone or rather something so... insignificant. This is truly the penis of a baby, not a man. It just peaks out of the body, like a scared little creature. There's no hanging or hair to speak of...

For a Prince to have such small endowment, or maybe a Princeling in this case? That must be it! The King of Norfen has two sons! How old are they again? This one must have run away and stolen this traveler's garb on a lark. He must be far too young to be adventuring on his own. Oh the poor little baby... Trudging out in the wilderness with such little... equipment.

Narrative:

She stared sympathetically at the tiny genitals before her, while pushing her lips out in a pursed frown. For the moment the little one had stopped his struggle and seemed calm again. Cari let go of the limp Prince and jogged to her quarters down the hall. In a moment she was back with a large tome. "Almanac of the Realms" the bounding read as she furiously flipped through its pages.

"Okay, so going through the history of the Kingdom of Norfen and its lineage" Cari said to no one with a hint of excitement in her voice. Her stress seemed to have ebbed for the moment. "This one is obviously too young to be the King... So one of the two Princes for sure! Okay one was born 22 years ago: Prince Weber. And then one just 6 years ago: Prince Otto." The holy Sister stared for a moment at the infantile display between the patient's legs, completely ignoring any other part of his body. She positioned her face mere inches away from the growth and inspected it further.

The little spout that comically poked out from the mysterious Prince's groin was more narrow than any coin of the realm and only as long as about a short stack of them. The little pink thing came to a point at the tip, marked by an equally small slit. It was very tight and puckered, almost like the squeezed-shut eye of a tiny, frightened rodent. Cari had seen many phalluses between her patients and lovers, and this seemed almost to fly in the face of all of them. The item between a man's legs was supposed to be a display of pride and mettle, but this was quite the opposite. The miniscule bump seemed almost embarrassed to exist--at least to the Vorbild Sister before it.

"This little pee pee is so cute, but it's kind of an enigma." Cari whispered to herself, instinctively falling back into baby-talk. "Why did the great gods make this one a Prince, but only just barely? He's one tiny speck away from being a Princess" Cari said with a guilty giggle, uncharacteristically amused by her current subject. "There's no way this could be used for any sort of husbandry... I'm a little amazed it can be used for peeing to be honest, how does it get out of such a small opening?"

Cari's most recent musings were interrupted again by the young patient's writhing and groaning. She snapped back to reality and began to search the nude figure again for a source of venom or pain. She probed every inch of his lower body before something caught her eye. A shimmering answer to what was wrong and her last musing question about the Prince's abilities. A yellow, sparkling gush issued forth from the tiny penis mere inches from her face. It was exceedingly narrow and dainty, often losing its organized stream and devolving into a golden sputter that soaked the neighboring tiny scrotum. Cari stared in wonder at the pathetic piddling, admiring how much of a task it was for such an abnormally small urethra. The building puddle under her subject's bottom snapped her back to reality and her duty.

She groped about the large room, looking for something to lessen the leak. While the quarters often served as lodging, it was still intended as chambers for the wounded. As such, Cari was able to grab many supplies and try them one-by-one in flurry of activity:

1. The urinal she found was a complete and utter failure from the start. It was intended for men--or man-sized penises that would hang even just the slightest bit. Any angling Cari tried served to only make more of a mess.

2. Then the chamber pot did only slightly better. She attempted to catch the arc of urine before it hit her patient or the bed. The issue was how dainty the Prince's plumbing was. His stream often weakened and he was just tinkling on his shrunken little coin purse--impossible to catch.

3. Next, the bed pan did catch more, but had its own problems. Intended for women, when he did make an arc from his undersized genitals, the pan made such a splashing as the liquid landed. Some of it even pelted our Vorbild heroine.

4. Finally, in desperation, Cari grabbed the largest, poofiest towel she had and shoved it underneath the long-peeing Prince. While not perfect, it seemed the best option of the four. It caught the droplets as they cascaded down an empty-seeming, pink scrotum. It also collected the errant streams he could muster with minimal splashing.

With a final "pit-pit-pit" sound coming from between the patient's legs, Cari's wet and messy ordeal seemed over. She sat back on her ample bottom on the floor next to the now soggy bed and stared again. She reflected for a moment before she could do anything else.

Cari's POV:

How could such a little thing make such a mess? I thought he was writhing from the poison, b ut he just really had to go! He was tinkling for such a long period I had the time to grab supplies and try each one--He must have been pissing for over a minute! It usually only takes like 20 seconds to pee. Is it because it's going through such a widdle winky--er penis? Do the tinkles have to go single file and sideways to get out?!

--Cari openly laughed now, her perky bosom rising and falling with each guffaw. She noted some yellow specks now lining her white-linen dress but was too amused to care.--

I know the Kings of Norfen like to think they were chosen by the divine, but I have a hard time believing that this little piddler here is a chosen vessel of any god. I don't know any self-respecting god that would give himself such a tiny doodle!

--Cari cleared some tears of laughter from her eyes and exhaled deeply--

Alright, I have to be more professional. I should start by calling this one by his name. This has to be six-year-old Otto, right? The King is quite tall, so even his young son could have height like this. Just between the lack of hair, small sized everything, and peeing--this must be the younger Prince. I will get him comfortable and find way to alert the capital. They must be worried sick about him. I wonder why such a small child would steal away and get so far?

Narrative:

Cari filled a pot with lukewarm water and assembled as many rags as she could. She first wiped the dirt and soot from her patient's face. Then, after removing as much sweat as she could from the rest of his body she got to work cleansing his nether regions. His tiny equipment was still soggy from its fountain-like display minutes earlier. She did a deep wash about the little protrusion and the almost non-existent sack below. Using just two fingers to grab his tiny penis, she delicately pushed it about trying to clean its equally tiny crevices. She handled it with extraordinary care, worried such small thing would just fall off! As Cari now cleansed his depressed little scrotum, she couldn't help but probe a bit, looking for testicles. Sadly, her findings were inconclusive. She could have studied his pitiful anomaly all day, but had to move on.

She found a blue-linen shirt her predecessor had left at the Refuge and placed it on the Prince. The Vorbild Sister before her, Sister Emilia, was much more diminuitive than Cari, but the shirt was still a little roomy. It ended just at the waist of her current subject.

Below the garment, the Prince's little privates were still on display. Cari stared for a moment resigning herself to the only option available to this one--diapers. Cari had no desire to wash cloth nappies--something she never had to do during her warrior-Vorbild days, but it seemed the only option to keep the messes to a minimum. The adorable example of male anatomy before her was not able to use the other options--it was just too small. "Oh well, he's very cute, I don't mind too much. He'll grow up one day and maybe I'll tease him a bit about it. I'm sure he'll grow down there--he has to!" she thought to herself with a giggle. After a few minutes of searching in storage she returned and placed one of the infrequently-used diapers under his bottom.

"Don't worry, Otto." Cari whispered into the patient's ear. She caressed his soft face with her cool hand. "We will get 'little Otto' all snuggly and then get you home." The helpless one in the bed smiled slightly at first, but then grimaced.

"O-oh... mommy. You're s-so sssilly. I-I-I'm W-Webby." The royal said in a small voice, still very much not awake. The sleepy admission made the red-haired beauty stand back for a moment and stare wide-eyed at her charge.

"Webby? Y-you're Prince Weber? N-not Otto?" Cari said to herself in a hushed exclamation. "Prince Weber: born 22 years ago" she recited from the almanac she had read minutes before. The Vorbild Sister stared at who she now knew to be Prince Weber. There he lay in just a blue-linen shirt and his diaper still open in the front. She moved her eyes up and down the body of the unconscious one, holding on his tiny genitals every single time her vision went past them.

Cari's POV:

This is Prince Weber?! 22-year-old Prince Weber?! How is that possible? How can a grown man be so NOT-GROWN in that one spot? I thought this little pee pee would have been small on a six-year-old, but I assumed it would have to grow... but Weber--or Webby is not going to grow--or did he ever? I guess he's too tall to be just a small child, I was just blinded by his abnormally tiny doodle. I didn't want to believe someone could be so cursed with such a small "manhood" or "boyhood" or maybe "babyhood?" He can't use that for "furthering the line" of Norfen, right? He can barely make his tinkles!

Actually, I also thought he was 6 because he wet the bed. Is that normal for him? I mean not normal, but is it usual? Does he truly still have the tiny sprinkler he was born with--like it never grew or learned to hold its water? Oh, this poor baby! I just learned he's 22, but now I feel like he's more of a baby than when I thought he was 6. It's like it that one part never progressed, in size or discipline!

Narrative:

Finally, the holy healer pulled up and closed the Prince's nappy with a pin. There he lay for many minutes as she sat in thought. Just the night before she found her current guest to be rude and snobby, but now she realizes he was just a spoiled and scared LITTLE Prince. His display in the bed had melted Cari's heart, but knowing he is an adult made her swoon even more. His royal standing meant nothing to her, instead it was her maternal instincts that drove her motivation. Despite technically being a man, she could see him no other way than as a child that needed her protection.

After many minutes of introspection, Cari tucked the little one in and made for her quarters. Her room was larger than Weber's, but this was owed to the office-like quality half the room had. To one side was a large wooden desk and huge series of cabinets for supplies. To the other side was the Vorbild Sister's bed, dressers, bathtub, and toilet.

Cari disrobed her pee-flecked white dress and admired herself in her mirror for a moment. Her reflection showed a fair-skinned and red-headed paragon of a woman, dotted many places with light freckles. Her perky, tear-drop shaped breasts pointed up almost defiantly. Her long, slender limbs seemed almost angelic and would make one underestimate how truly strong the warrior-cleric actually was. Her toned stomach converged with a thick, proud patch of pubic hair that sat above her tight pussy lips. She looked for a moment longer before moving on.

As she looked about the room, she saw noticed some of the old clothes of her predecessor she had strewn about earlier. "Sister Emilia once bragged she advised the royals... I wonder if was telling the truth?" Cari muttered to herself, forgetting her nudity and walking over to the office-side of her room. She began rifling through papers and bundles before seemingly finding what she needed in a leather-bound book that read: "FILE -- PRINCE W, NORFEN." "I guess she wasn't lying." Cari said before collapsing on her bed with the item, as if she was going to read a novel for pleasure.

Cari flipped through many pages of notes, and scribblings, some seemingly decades old. On the last written page there was a long entry of prose dated only a little over a year ago--a month or so before Sister Emilia moved on to a new assignment. It read:

"It was 20 years ago as I passed through the outskirts of the Norfen capital that I met the patient. My armor betrayed me as a Vorbild Sister on a quest when two royal guards stopped and implored me to go to the palace--under a royal directive to find any available healers. There I met the patient's parents, the King and Queen, and began my long history with them all. The patient's parents, since his first day, have had great concerns about his anatomy. The structure in question, his phallus, is incredibly undersized. I met him just after he came into this world and can confirm it was always abnormally small--no matter the age group it would be compared to. "Cari found herself completely fascinated by this tale, taking no notice of the light breeze coming through her window and gently playing with her crimson pubic hair. She read on voraciously.

"I have never seen genitalia so diminutive before, but I had heard tell of such an affliction before from my long-since departed elder Sisters. I'm not sure of the current name, but they had a term in their old tongue. It was 'nippel-schwanz' that they would call it. Loosely translated to 'nipple tail,' or more colloquially 'nipple penis.'" Cari could not help but snort as she read this last passage in the journal. The elders were not known for their subtlety or sensitivity in treating the sick or wounded. She giggled at the absurdity of the name, with just a tinge of guilt at the plight of the very little Prince.

"Oh no... It's true though!" Cari squealed as she pinched her own perky nipple between her fingers and stared at it. Her teat was truly a perfect approximation her patient's endowment. Just a cute, pink bump. "Oh, poor widdle Webby. Why did he get stuck with a little nippy pee pee?!" Cari could not help but laugh for many more moments before she read on.

"I gave my diagnosis of 'nippel-schwanz' and tried to assure the rulers that there was nothing to be treated. I chose not to give a translation of the term as the King was already quite agitated and angry with his son's form--I worried it could be seen as a slight. On that day and on many occasions during my visits afterward, the King made a point of telling me that he was fully-formed and had a very large penis. It seemed that this was all a source of embarrassment for him. Despite my doing nothing, I became the personal practitioner for Prince Weber. I suspect I was asked to return once every year or two as the King did not want anyone else to know the Prince's shortcomings.

I have come to know the Princeling over these years, but under the guise of a seamstress. The queen is especially soft on the Prince and did not want him to know there might be something wrong with his phallus. He was always a pleasant boy, but very spoiled and sheltered--even prone to bedwetting on a regular basis into adulthood. I took many readings and studies over the years and found no change in the Prince's sexual organ, if one could call it that. It remained the exact same size and behaved the same as well, prone to the incontinence of a child. There were no changes--good or bad--from my first visit to my last.

So I come to my last visit, where the King and Queen asked if the now 21-year-old Weber would be able to consummate a marriage. I was shocked by the direct question but did my best to answer. I expressed my doubts and immediately the King flew into a rage and the Queen wept. I waited for the situation to calm as I listened to the royal couple argue in another room.

The King brought up Weber's much younger brother "Otto" and said that he was what his line and the throne needed--It did not matter that he was the younger brother. The King promised to send Weber on his "Journey of Mettle" and that would be the end of it. The Queen begged and pleaded for the King to change his mind for many minutes--referencing her son's inexperience. I did not hear the end of the argument, but soon the King returned and informed me my services would no longer be needed. He now had a look of grim acceptance on his face, quite changed from before." Cari's breathing seemed to quicken as she read these last few passages, totally fascinated by the drama sister Emilia was writing. This was in no way typical of any patient file or dossier she had ever read before. She read on:

"I am putting all this ink to page upon hearing word of the Queen of Norfen's death. Without his doting mother protecting him, I fear Prince Weber and his useless penis will be forced on his this archaic "Journey of Mettle" by the now emboldened King. I have no proof, but I believe that the Prince will be sent to dangerous lands without training or proper outfitting so that he can perish. This will make his seemingly normally-equipped brother the heir to the throne. I write this so at least our sisterhood will know of the wickedness of the King of Norfen."

Cari sat up in bed, the book now cradled by her crossed legs and fuzzy vulva. Her shoulders slumped and her breast hung forward slightly as she stared off in a state of shock. "They're trying to kill little Webby because his penis is too small?" she said incredulously to herself. "I felt bad for the little guy for having such little pee pee, but I didn't think it could be life threatening! I wanted to swaddle him up and protect him before, and that's before I knew what danger he was really in!" Cari rose to a stand and donned a simple blouse and skirt before making her way back to Weber's room.

She found the Prince as she left him, in a state of unconscious slumber. She gently undid the front of his diaper and stared again at his "nippel-schwanz" for many moments. "I can't believe such an itty-bitty thing is the cause for so much royal intrigue." Cari said in a soft voice, in no way concerned for the Prince's waking. She gently tapped the little pink button between his legs a few times, noting only a tiny wiggle with the impact. She was far more used to swinging in this area. "I swear to protect you and this little winky, my Prince." The Vorbild sister said in a motherly tone, more fitting of the nursery. "But don't expect me to call you 'my Lord' when this is your sceptre." Cari giggled and snuggled the young man before tucking him in again.

Chapter 2

Another evening and night passed of Prince Weber resting in his Vorbild Refuge accommodations. It was early the next morning that Cari entered his room and found the little royal still in his bed. This time, though, the Prince stirred when she approached, his eyes opening ever so slightly. His face grimaced as he looked on the healer's form--wearing a low-cropped and tight-fitting linen dress emblazoned with the four-point star of her order. The material pulled and strained over her sizable breasts and bottom, her womanly assets unmistakable. His eyes seemed to hold on her cleavage for at least a moment.

"Princeling, you're awake!" Cari said in an elated voice as she came upon the Prince quickly. "I was worried about you."

"Y-you're the chief of this establishment, r-right?" Webby said in a slightly annoyed voice. "What happened?"

"I'm the Warden of this Vorbild Refuge--a house of healing, remember?" Cari retorted quickly, not at all in awe of his heritage after seeing his dainty endowments. To her ears he simply sounded like a spoiled child, although she was still softened by his helplessness. The healer went on to recount the Prince being overwhelmed by usually harmless vermin and his poisoning. Our heroine conveniently left out the many revelations about his anatomy that happened as he lay in slumber.

"Thank you for your service." Weber said, seemingly unaware of how dire his situation was or what he owed to the red-headed woman standing before him. "I started a quest two weeks ago and have a long road ahead of me." He said as threw off his covers and rose. While slightly wobbly, he seemed able to support himself for the moment. The Prince looked down at his padded and pinned garment for a moment, but did not react--no doubt not his first diaper. It was now she realized how diminutive he was, his head only reaching to about the bottom of her breasts.

"Webby, I--" Cari started to say in concern for his safety, but was cut off by the absurdity of what he did next. Without hesitation the Prince dropped his diaper to the floor and kicked it off of his feet, toward the Sister. Then he began to walk completely bottomless across the room. His thimble sized penis only just poked out of his body and remained mostly motionless as he took each step. The tightly retracted appendage had no length or give for swaying or wiggling. Cari took a step or two to stop the underdeveloped royal before being hit with this discarded shirt.

She now stopped stupefied and staring at Prince Weber as he stood before his room's toilet. After a yawn and few scratches, his tiny spout opened and yellow pee issued forth. To say it was chaotic would be an understatement. First urine dribbled out of his tiny urethra and straight down over his tiny, little pouch to the floor. Then for a brief second or two his stream strengthened enough that some would land in the bowl. The good aim was short-lived as his penis sticking straight out meant he soon painted the back and seat of the toilet when the pressure got too high. Throughout this pitiful exercise his stream would often completely devolve, and he would spray all over like a tiny sprinkler with bits of pee-mist. Finally, the messy event was over as the list dribbles came out of his tiny button and dripped off is scrotum to the chamber floor.

Cari attempted to comprehend so many things about what she had just witnessed: Why did he think this was acceptable? Was he standing too far from the toilet or too close? Was it always this messy? How was he not embarrassed of his baby-ish display? All these questions swam around her head as she watched the Prince swing his hips back and forth in a futile attempt to shake the pee from his unformed genitals. He turned and smiled at Cari for a moment before getting back in bed.

"You may prepare me breakfast." Weber said as he got comfortable on his mattress. Cari was staring in wonder and annoyance at the large pee puddles about the toilet when the Prince requested his food. "I must be off again on my quest, I'm sure you know I'm on my Journey of Mettle!" Cari's blood pressure spiked as she was being ordered around by some baby-dicked noble, the kind she could have dispatched on her quests without a trifle of effort.

"Yes, your Majesty." Cari said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She smirked thinking of the "majesty" of a man whose penis was too small to aim. With that she stomped off to the kitchen and returned with what she had. As she entered the room with a tray, she saw the Prince stirring about his room but stumble many times. There was no doubt in her eyes that he was still weak from his poisoning--well weaker than usual. "Here is your bread, Princeling." Cari said, enunciating his diminutive title as she placed the try for him.

"I am usually addressed as 'my Lord.'" Weber said in a serious tone. Cari did not respond to his statement, rather annoyed by the insolence of her pathetic patient. "Your bread is stale." He went on. The Sister's frustration rose at every haughty comment, but she attempted to compose herself. Just the day before she had grown so fond and nurturing of the little man with the little penis, she tried to remember that and her oath to protect him. In her mind, he was still a misguided little boy--somewhat true in a sense. After a few minutes, the wobbly Prince rose again, still completely nude and staggered a few steps before speaking.

"Prepare my things, I must be off." The Prince said with a false bravado. Cari stared for a moment before speaking.

"My Lord," she started, feeling silly calling such a "petite" man an honorific of that caliber. "You must remain here and get stronger." She said now in a sweet tone as she remembered that this man was really just a defenseless baby--in more ways than one.

"Absolutely not! I am a Prince and I will not be ordered to--" Weber managed to muster, but he could not finish his sentence. Cari, as if by some maternal instinct, grabbed the young man by the wrist and pulled him over to the bed. In a blur, he was now over her leg, his skinny bottom up in the air. There were three swift swats to his bottom followed by audible sobbing. Even in a fit of maternal rage, Cari could not be believe her spanks were enough to make a "grown" man cry. Such is what she found when she flipped him over and lay the Princeling in bed again.

"Wha-wha... What are you d-do--" Was all he was able to utter out between whines. He sat on the bed hunched over with his legs splayed as he sobbed. His already short penis seemed to shrink a bit more inside him, the littlest of tips seemed the only thing that poked out now. To Cari's eyes this was again the little one whose diapers she changed last night, and her heart softened completely.

"I'm sorry widdle Webby, but you don't know what's good for you!" Cari said in a loud but nurturing voice, trying to be heard over his crying. She hugged him from the side and began softly kissing his temple. "Don't worry, baby. Mommy Cari is here to make you big and strong--er strong--er all better." Cari's gaze had been centered on the tiny protrusion between the boy's legs, and she could not promise "big and strong" in good faith--especially with the opposite reality looking back at her.

"Ye-yes, Mommy." Webby responded almost without hesitation. He clutched at her and buried his face in her breasts. The Princeling seemed to take to his new infant-like role too readily--no doubt still traumatized from losing his mother only a little while ago. Cari would normally not let a man smother himself in her breasts like this, but to her Prince Weber was not a man. He was in her eyes the age his infantile penis reflected. She stroked his hair for many minutes before the two released their embrace on each other.

"I promise I will help you, but we have to get you better first." Cari began in a soothing voice. "We Vorbild are warrior-healers and I've quested across many realms. I will do whatever I can to protect you, my little Princeling." They nuzzled their heads together for many minutes before she lay him back down. She dressed him again in his diaper and he related his Journey of Mettle.

It seemed the Prince was charged with journeying all the way to the cliffs of Ardos and returning to the Capital with a feather of the Golden Rok. He had left already two weeks ago and made it only to Cari's outpost--something that should have taken half the time. He lost his horse on the way and became lost numerous times. It was also obvious to Cari he did not know how to navigate as her Vorbild Refuge was certainly not on the direct route to the cliffs. While not an insurmountable quest, it was obvious it was far too advanced for the weak and diapered royal lying before her. No doubt his father, the King, hoped he would not return--just as Sister Emilia had suspected. "It's a wonder such an unprepared boy even made it this far..." Cari thought to herself. So much had to be done before Webby could be set loose again in the dangerous world that his new caretaker began to feel slightly overwhelmed.

"I guess I just have to start small, or very small in his case." She said under her breath as she thought of the wetting and messy tinkles that came with the Prince's tiny equipment. She tittered to herself as she left the room and returned with one of the many educational tomes that collected dust in her office. "Maybe there's something in this anatomy and physiology text that can help me figure out a solution to some of his problems."

Cari read and read, but all she was able to glean was what she already knew: bladder control really started in first few years of life and DEFINITELY before the age of 22 in the case of her new ward. All the tome mentioned was that frequent bathroom trips might aid in bladder control and sensitivity in an adolescent. It was obvious to the Vorbild Sister that this would have to be her strategy. She questioned if anyone had ever made this spoiled Prince do anything to improve his potty training--no doubt servants just cleaned up his messes. Her resolve was steeled when the signs of early evening came and it was time to wake her patient.

"Webby! Time to get up and empty your winky!" Cari said in a condescending but sweet tone. She had already determined his nappy to be dry before rousing the Prince. "Come with Mommy, my little Princeling. I may be taking care of you, but I don't want to be washing diapers all day! To the potty with your little doodle." The very groggy royal rubbed his eyes and rose, again dropping his padded garment to the floor. He began to stride over to the toilet, his tight nethers showing no independent motion.

"I haven't called it a winky since I was a baby." Weber said annoyed, but still subservient--like a child whining to their parent.

"Oh really? What do you call it?" Cari said, putting up a façade of innocence and ignorance. To her he WAS still a baby and most certainly warranted baby names for his little equipment.

"My dick or cock... or even just penis." Weber said with a little huff. It was obvious he knew who was in charge but was unused to being spoken back to.

"Penis? Hmmm, well let's meet in the middle. Peep or Peenie? It's like a penis just cuter--er the WORD I mean!" Cari said now openly giggling. The Prince's ignorance to his under-endowment was odd, but she saw no reason to make him embarrassed unnecessarily. Despite his bratty-ness, she so wanted to protect him. Luckily her almost slip of the tongue did not seem to register with the little royal. He only let out a little sigh as he reached the toilet and stood before it as he had done hours before.

"Wait, wait my Princeling." Cari said as she towered over him and cupped one of his butt cheeks with her hand. "You may have had maids cleaning up your piddles at the castle, but I don't have time to do that all day, sweetie. You have to sit down when you take a pee."

"Sit? Don't women sit to urinate? Men don't sit when they--" The Prince started, but was swiftly interrupted by his caretaker putting her hands on his shoulders and forcing him down on to the toilet seat.

"Girls and LITTLE boys sit, otherwise we end up with puddles. Now empty that peenie!" She said with authority, squelching any more protesting. She stood with her hands on her hips staring at the Prince's face as he closed his eyes, seemingly relaxing his muscles. She expected to hear the echoed sounds of liquid in the bowl, but her ears instead alerted her to something else. The sound she actually heard was a higher pitched "pittering" tickling at her ear. She shifted her gaze and saw an almost impossibly skinny stream shoot straight out between the legs of the young man and arc down to the wooden floor. Despite her best planning a new puddle was still forming before the Prince's toilet.

With a quickness honed by her battle-hardened past, she shot her hand in harms way and between Weber's skinny legs. Attempting to use her whole hand as one would usually do to aim the male appendage, she found herself grabbing only air and a bit of pee. The only option she found was to extend her pinky and push down on his sprinkling bump. Finally, she now heard the echoing sound come from the bowl, although far more dainty than she was used to. She stood like this for over a minute as the abnormally small orifice tried to empty a presumably normal sized bladder. Her thoughts wandered.

Cari's POV:

I figured I had thought of everything and yet this "nippel-schwanz" still surprises me. It's like it just wants to make a mess! It seems so obvious now that this would happen, but I have never dealt with genitals this small before. Because of his entitled upbringing he was never forced to figure out the right way to do this for his tiny anatomy. I bet his servants just cleaned up after him without daring to say a word.

I should have known that if his little pee pee always just sticks straight out, it's going to do that when he sits on the potty. And then we have a little fountain rather than a hose--actually that's it. I'm used to males of all ages having hoses that at least hang a little down in the bowl, not a fountainhead. He's gonna have to learn to push his little button down himself, he takes way to long to get everything out through his widdle doodle.

Narrative:

"I told you I should stand." Weber said quietly. He seemed unbothered by Cari still aiming his tiny spout, no doubt used to having everything done for him. It probably was not unpleasant having a beautiful woman touch his little penis, definitely a first for the Prince.

"Yeah, I forgot it needs to hang d--" Cari began to say casually as she released the tiny phallus, but quickly stopped herself. Her eyes went wide and her face pale when she realized she might have let on that Weber's equipment was not normal.

"Hang? No, no my mommy told me that was very rare." Weber said confidently incorrect. Cari stared at the Prince still sitting on the toilet bowl frozen in indecision. She so wanted to protect the little Prince from feeling inferiority, but she was so curious as to how this discussion occurred between her subject and the Queen.

"Oh, okay. Why were you talking about that with the Queen--er your mommy?" She asked, fascinated by this young man's naivety. He rose from his seat and smiled, still totally nude from the waist down and unashamed.

"Well, I saw my brother being changed a few years ago and his--er well, his, uh." The Prince stammered out, trying to find the words. "Well it made me ask my mother about how we were different. She said I was totally normal and that my pee pee--er penis was perfect in every way." Cari's heart melted at the innocence of her charge, but needed to know more if even for selfish reasons.

"Your brother Otto was just a little one at the time?" Cari asked.

"Oh yes, he couldn't even really talk yet." Weber volunteered unashamed.

"And he was much bigger than you?" Cari asked, her eyes betraying her disbelief slightly.

"Well, yes. Who would want one so big as this, though?" He said holding out his pinky. He then placed it next to his much smaller penis--roughly 1/3rd the size of the finger. "I hope he doesn't get made fun of for being so large and floppy." Weber said with a look of somber confidence, his empathy for his brother's "plight" was real but VERY misplaced.

"Hehehe." Cari chuckled out before doubling over trying to contain herself. The image was just too comical for her to handle. The idea of a pinky-sized penis being too big. The idea of an adult-aged male being outclassed by a preschooler. And just Webby's overall confidence in his underdeveloped genitals. Cari's giggling fit lasted for many seconds before she finally uttered out anything intelligible. "Some people are just unlucky, I guess" she said staring directly at the comparison the Prince was still making with his small finger.

"I suppose so." Weber said solemnly, but with a little smirk of superiority. The two stood for a moment before Cari grabbed him again and pulled up his shirt.

"Let's get you in the bath." She said, her eyes still moist with tears from her laughing fit. In a few minutes a bath was drawn and Cari sat again reading her anatomy textbook as Weber soaked in the tub in the corner of his room. She sat close to him, often shielding the tome if she thought he was liable to splash her. She scanned the chapter again on the male anatomy, hoping she would have an epiphany on how to help her silly charge. After many minutes she marked her page and kneeled in front of the tub and made Webby stand. His tiny, pink button of a penis now stared back at her at eye-level, totally hairless.

Cari had assumed a similar position a few times before with men when she was feeling amorous, but this was so far removed in her mind. Before her sat the shrunken, retracted genitals truly fit for nothing but peeing, and even that was challenging for them. The logistics of sucking on such a tiny nub seemed exhausting and tedious--not to mention it made the Vorbild Sister feel ashamed to think of. Her mindset was strictly in that of the nursery whenever she beheld Webby's little baubles.

"Well, at least it's easy to clean you since you don't have any hair." Cari said in attempt to find a complement but soon realized she may have again jeopardized the Prince's delicate reality.

"Why would I have HAIR there, Mommy Cari?" The Prince asked, for the first time furrowing his brow in seeming concern. The holy healer didn't realize it, but now the slightest bit of uncertainty had niggled its way into his mind.

"Oh, look at that... I, uh, forgot the soap." Cari said trying to change the subject. She rose and left the room, leaving the Prince standing and unanswered. She would return in a few minutes, but her time away proved to be very consequential to Prince Weber and his psyche.

Cari entered again but found that her patient did not even notice. It seems that in her absence he had reached out and taken the anatomy textbook she had left unattended. She now found him reclining again in the half-full bathtub furiously flipping through the pages of the leatherbound book, often lifting it and looking down at his lower half. She approached slowly behind and saw him to be looking at the page that illustrated human penis development with many pictures of the different stages. Cari hoped she could say something to assuage the very concerned looking Prince.

"My Princeling, that's just my textbook from a long time ago... It is very old. It's probably out of date..." She said in desperation, hoping his reality had not already been trampled by the bound parchment in his hands. His response was not what she expected.

"Well, it seems a little exaggerated..." Webby said lifting the book up to look at his little pink button again and then back to the page. "I think I'm basically up to snuff, though. Maybe a trifle smaller, but not much." He continued with a new defensiveness in his voice. Cari had to approach and look at the page again to understand how her ward thought he was only slightly undersized. She should have dropped the subject immediately to protect him, but she was overtaken by incredulousness.

"Just a little?" She began, almost goading the bathing royal to explain.

"Well, see this picture looks like mine. It's longer and wider, but that's probably for the students to see better." He said with his confidence wavering but still intact. Cari inspected the picture he looked at and the others all to the right of it. It was illustrations of penises through the male life cycle, with a portion of the thigh drawn to give an idea for scale. Her naïve charge was pointing to the newborn phallus of the first few years of life--and it was indeed a good bit larger than the Prince's underdeveloped organ. "See these must be the penises of various monsters: Probably knolls, orcs, and minotaurs. Beasts, of course, to have ones that insanely big. And look at that hair!" He said pointing to the illustrations to the right of the one he identified with. All of those were actually just drawings of developing human male genitals, with hair and far greater size. Cari even noted the largest depicted to be somewhat modest compared to lovers she had been with.

"Oh, my sweet Princeling." Cari said, the slightest bit of despair in her voice. She was wracked with guilt over what to do next. She would feel terrible about exposing the truth to Weber, but blatantly lying and agreeing with him seemed so much worse than the non-confrontation she had been engaging in.

"Wha-what?" Webby said looking up at his new mommy with his big blue eyes, his lip seemed to quiver in anticipation. Cari closed her eyes as if steeling herself for what came next.

"That's a baby's penis." She said quietly at first. She now took the book in her hands and held it open before the nude Prince. "This is how most peenies start, my Princeling. These other drawings are not of beasts or monsters, but just boys and men as they age. See it gets longer and wider, and boys start to grow hair everywhere until they are men. The balls start to hang in the pouch below too, see?" Cari so loved to teach that her enthusiasm may have seemed a little insensitive.

"B-balls?" Weber said looking down again at his totally outmatched privates. Instinctively his legs had started to push together as the realization had begun to sink in.

"Boys usually have round things inside that little wrinkly pouch below their pee pees. Do you have any?" Cari asked as one talking to a child, somewhat oblivious to the potential for emasculation.

"I-I'm not sure..." the Prince said now probing his tiny scrotum. "The penis a-and these balls--they're supposed to grow? Why do they need to grow?" He asked with a face now paler then when he was poisoned.

"Well... That's a conversation for another time, sweetie." She said in a nurturing tone, realizing the ignorance of her patient went deeper than she had thought. Webby had now resorted to completely covering his dainty penis with one hand and trying to get up out of the bath with the other. Seemingly for the first time in his life, he realized how tiny and undeveloped he was--and in front of beautiful woman! Despite Cari having stared at his tiny button for long intervals over the last days, he was now embarrassed and trying to hide. "Oh, baby, don't try and hide. I've been taking care of you and your peep this whole time. I know that little thing like the back of my hand." Cari then peeled the 22-year-old's hand away and tried to calm him.

"I'm not a baby, am I?" Weber asked as he now wept openly. "I know I'm smaller than a baby down there, but maybe I'll still grow, right?" He whined as he looked again over to the book open to the same page.

"Oh, my widdle Webby. No..." Cari said trying to hug the still soaking Prince as he stood in the tub. "Boys go through that change in their early teens, you're 22, sweetie." Still kneeling she embraced the shaking boy, totally unbothered that his itty-bitty package was now nestled on tip of her ample bosom. Her breasts like a warm nest for his itty-bitty chick penis. Weber howled with sadness, totally overcome by this revelation decades in the making. His sadness totally betrayed any strength he had, which soon became apparent to his Vorbild warden.

As Cari embraced the soggy, traumatized young man, a strange sensation began to niggle at her. Overwhelmed by her pity, it took a moment for her to realize she was soon feeling a much warmer moisture tickling her chest. She furrowed her brow as she continued to embrace her sobbing charge before feeling the warm tickling sensation snake down her sternum and over her torso. "Webby's piddling all over my boobs!" she realized all too late. As she pushed him away, she caught the last bit of urine dribbling out of his little nub, over his wrinkly purse and on to her breasts. The low-cut dress showed the yellow liquid splash around a bit and then disappear down her cleavage like a beautiful storm drain.

Cari sat still kneeling before the pitiful Prince as the last bits of pee dribbled down his little scrotum and dripped into the bathwater, almost deafeningly loud as the boy had stopped sobbing in shock of what he had done. She pursed her lips and stared at him with both sympathy and disappointment in her eyes. Finally, she rose with yellow stains and liquid still dripping down her front and on to the floor.

"Come, come." Cari said in a resigned but nurturing voice. "Now we both need to get clean. Let's go." The now yellow-stained Vorbild Sister took Webby by the hand and pulled him out of the tub and lead him out of the room, completely nude. With his free hand he covered his tiny privates, newly aware of how undersized he was. She pulled the little Prince behind her, through the halls and down the stairs of her remote refuge. They were soon on the backside of the building where there was an outdoor makeshift shower. A large shower head faced directly down over a cobble stone square.

She beckoned her unimpressive young man stand there while she disrobed in the grass. Her dress, undergarments and socks all soon lay on the field as she walked toward the shower floor. Her large bosom wobbled in a wave like motion as she walked, her muscular thighs wrapped around and then subsided behind her fuzzy vulva. Prince Weber marveled at all the features of sexual development that his caretaker had received and he did not--all while Cari pulled the cord and the shower began to spray down a deluge of water. He seemed to clutch harder at his tiny package, utterly intimidated. He truly felt like a child next to the beautiful woman.

"Why am I like this?" The Prince whimpered again as his new mommy pulled his hand away and began soaping both their bodies.

"Oh, your little peenie? Well it's just... that is..." Cari found herself looking for the words to say, as if there was a salve to his feelings. "It's just a "nippel-schwanz." I've heard of these before from the elders of my Sisterhood." Her last statement seemed to calm him slightly, as if not being alone made it better.

"Really? Oh, okay." Webby sniffled as Cari soaped him up and down, his privates and hers now completely covered in suds. "Wait, what does "nippel-schwanz" mean?" He asked the beautiful Cari as she again kneeled in front of him scrubbed.

"Oh, um well..." Cari stuttered, having hoped he would not ask about the meaning. "It means, um...'nipple penis' in the old tongue?" She said as she grasped her own erect nipple, standing out on account of the cool outdoor air. As if on cue, water poured away the last of the soapy bubbles and revealed his little nub again. Almost without thinking Cari pulled and stretched her breast by the nipple and put it parallel to the Prince's small button of a penis. Silence came over both.

Her mammary cap was, in fact, almost a perfect facsimile of Webby's undeveloped phallus--in almost every dimension. The two looked down upon the display for a moment before the Prince pulled away and now covered his small genitals with two hands. He again whimpered and grimaced at the most unflattering comparison. Cari quickly rose and hugged him to her front, his head falling just below her large breasts. Her coarse pubic hair tickled his abdomen as she tried to quiet his weeping.

"Shhh, shhhh, my little Princeling. There is nothing wrong with your little winky. I think it is adorable!" She said, not actually lying. "Remember, how your mommy told you that you were 'perfect in every way?' Well, your new mommy thinks so too!" She didn't actually think him the perfect male specimen, but she honestly could not think a more perfectly CUTE thing in the world. "I promise, mommy Cari is going to do everything she can to help you be a happy and healthy little guy! We will complete your quest and you will be the King one day. The size of your little pee pee won't matter when there's a crown on your head!" He hugged her even harder than before, nuzzling the bottom of her bosom with his floppy blonde scalp.

By the time the two had finished their wash, the Prince had calmed down to just an overwhelmed sadness. She quickly dried both of them off and began to lead the peculiar royal back inside when she thought to herself: "We have a LOT of work to do."