Kyodai hummed to herself as she stepped from her shower. The morning sun invaded her bathroom through the cracks in her curtains, casting a radiant glow across the princess's damp skin. Her maids stood waiting at the sides, heads bowed and arms outstretched with towels or various articles of clothing hanging from them. Each was dressed in a traditional French Maid outfit, though with a twist to how much skin was revealed, affording all an unending view of their cleavage and toned legs.
"You seem to be in high spirits today, Lady Kyodai," noted a far more elegantly dressed servant, her attire like that of a stereotypical butler, though her shirt was stretched tight around her bust to reveal a tantalising view of her bust, and her trousers did nary a thing to respect her modesty in regards to her penis. Kyodai dried herself off as the maids attempted to keep their eyes downward.
"Didn't I tell you, Monica? I've got a date tonight," she practically purred with happiness, towelling her hair off.
"A date? Haven't you had dozens of those before?" Monica inquired.
"Not unless you count horny skanks jumping at my dick, no," Kyodai pulled on her underwear, forgoing a bra. Her pert breasts hardly required the support, and her back was more than capable of carrying the abundant mounds.
"Ah, so this isn't a horny skank then?"
"No, she's actually really shy," Kyodai exposited, pausing as she tugged her jeans up her long, shapely legs, "And I think this could be a real thing, Monica," she fixed the higher class servant with a deathly serious glare, "I would appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone about this, same goes for you girls," she added, casting her ghastly eye over the maids gathered. They all nodded, several even shuddering. Kyodai's wrath was well known amongst the staff.
"Of course, Lady Kyodai," Monica bowed curtly and left the room. The princess sighed as her breasts were constrained in her shirt, the fabric stretched taut around the mounds.
"You, Bella, correct? Do my breasts look bigger to you?" She asked one of the maids who, hesitantly, raised their head to inspect their mistress's bust. The maid seemed frozen in place with her eyes fixated upon the hardly concealed mounds, but managed to wrestle herself free of their ostentatious splendour.
"I believe they are ma'am, perhaps another cup size larger?" The maid offered and lowered her head, a gentle blush creeping on her cheeks.
"Yes," Kyodai muttered and exhaled unhappily, "Any bigger and I might start feeling it on my back," she slid her feet into her shoes and headed out of the door. Immediately, she was met by the scent of French Toast with all manner of expensive spices tossed on top of it. The princess groaned and went to her bed, her rear sinking into the mattress as though she were sitting on a cloud. She looked out of her window.
Her room was on the ground floor at her request. Kyodai could clearly see the front garden stretching out before her. Gardeners moved about with tools in hand as they precisely hacked away at any weeds or unkempt hedges. Everything had to be prim and proper. The princess let herself fall back and look up to the canopy of her bed, like an overbearing cowl of sorts.
"Breakfast, Lady Kyodai," Monica said in greeting as she walked in with a tray of food in hands. The princess sat up and faced her attendant, taking the tray from her.
"You know, I tried a hamburger once and it was actually pretty good. Think we could have something that simple for once?" Kyodai grumbled, looking down at her plate of intricately laid food. At a glance, or even under extremely close inspection, the meal seemed better suited to a 3 Michelin Star restaurant over a simple breakfast. She wasn't ungrateful for the meal, far from it, but she grew tired of having food prepared so meticulously.
"Your parents would never allow it, Lady Kyodai. Besides," Monica added with a mischievous edge to her voice, "Aren't you the one always saying we shouldn't complain about First World problems?"
"I... yeah. I hate your memory sometimes, Monica," Kyodai grinned. Monica had been her attendant since she was a young girl, it was hard, impossible even, to know someone that long and not develop a form of friendship with them. Yet it failed to eliminate the honorifics attached to Kyodai's name. She had only managed to convince Monica to call her 'Lady' a few years ago.
"One of us needs to remember your duties."
"Oh goddess, don't remind me."
"But it's my job."
"I know," Kyodai whined plaintively. She began eating her pampered breakfast and switched on her immense plasma screen TV, simply to enjoy the background noise, "I'm heading out early," Kyodai said as she finished her meal.
"What for?" Monica inquired.
"Just to meet with a friend of mine," Kyodai explained and all but ran from her residence, refuting her attendant's attempts to stop or question her further. The princess beamed to herself as she wandered along the path down to her family's gates. She slipped between the bars with surprising ease, despite her overabundance of flesh, "Wonder what Jess is up to?" She pondered aloud and giggled to herself.
Jess felt one of the strangest sensations wash over her. With her nose freed from her bandages, most of the damage having healed thanks to modern medicine, the oncoming sneeze couldn't be avoided. This wasn't particularly odd by itself, however the timing of it was something to behold. In her hands, she grasped her cock, its veins thick and pulsating as she voiced her climax. Just as it struck however, she sneezed, hard. The pain in her still slightly wounded nose distracted her briefly from the pleasure, but it quickly washed over her once again.
Cum spewed forth to cover her face and hair, several ropes splattering back off the walls behind her. Jess could feel her balls contracting with each release as they sent waves of semen gushing forth into the world. The flow eventually came to an end, leaving her as a panting, cum drenched mess. She was fortunate to have her sinuses cleared as semen ran in thick rivers down her face to fill her mouth.
"Thank god for modern medicine," she gasped and stood. Her cock swayed between her legs as it slowly turned flaccid, though her balls remained larger than she recalled, "Just great," Jess stepped into her shower and began washing herself clean, all the while ignoring the possible disaster that her balls presented. From what she could tell at a glance, they had gained at least three inches in circumference. Even with her loosest pair of shorts, Jess was certain that they'd bulge through the fabric. Although, she thought as she stood in front of her mirror with her towel wrapped around her chest, her balls might not have been the only thing to have grown.
"Halle did say she didn't get any curves until around my age," Jess mused as she studied herself, turning from side to side. Her bust did look like it had grown, if only slightly. Barely an A cup by her estimation. Still better than a training bra at least, she thought. As she began tugging on a pair of loose jeans, her fears were realised; her balls could be seen even at a passing glance, "Come on, I liked this pair too," she pulled them off with a reluctant sigh and went about altering her underwear. After several minutes of nimble changes, Jess yanked them up once more.
It was a tight fit. Her balls hung uncomfortably in the specialised cups like two heavy bowling balls, but at least they were contained. Jeans were naturally out of the question, however, with them swaying as low as they were, skirts shouldn't present much of a danger. Jess gave a few experimental steps with her altered ball-straps and released a small sigh of relief. Walking hadn't changed much. Although, she thought as she found and put on a knee-length skirt, she'd certainly need a more careful pace. Jess looked herself over once more; her balls were thankfully far from obvious, though a lingering stare might sight them.
Jess knew she wasn't the first to experience such a problem. Futanari could be born with grossly enlarged testicles on rare occasions, though never with a matching phallus -- the royal family seemed to hold a monopoly on such ponderous endowments, save for Jess. But she doubted anyone was quite as secretive as she was. Not to mention that fact that everyone who saw people of such sizes always jump to the same conclusion; they must be hung to match. More than one had been jumped in an alleyway.
"Please don't let anyone see you two," Jess prayed under her breath and exited her bathroom.
"Hi there!" Jess yelped and leapt back in shock, feeling her newly enlarged balls smack against her legs.
"K-K-Kyodai..." she began.
"Kyo," the princess corrected her.
"K-K-Kyo," Jess began again, "What're, um, what're you doing here?" She stepped out with her pyjamas in hand, before cautiously making her way out of her bedroom.
"I finished my breakfast early, so I figured I'd see if you wanted to ride to school together?" Kyodai explained, following Jess as she descended downstairs. The middle-class teen paused abruptly and whipped around to face the princess.
"Did my parents see you?" Her voice seemed better suited to a survivor in an apocalypse.
"Of course, your mums' are very gracious. They even said I could hang around for breakfast," Jess's face blanched of colour. Her school life would be bad enough, but now her parents would be teasing her time and time again.
"Crap," she groaned and fell into a melodramatic heap.
"Jess?" Kyodai crouched down, her face scrunched up in concern.
"Oh, quit being such a drama queen, Jess," Halle chortled as she came to stand before her daughter and guest, "We were gonna find out sooner or later."
"Yeah, when we were steady," Jess mumbled under her breath. In another display of what was quickly becoming apparent psychic ability, Kyodai beamed knowingly.
"So you want us to go steady?" She seemed to be an embodiment of excitement as her voice rose several octaves, yet remained little more than a whisper. Jess turned a brilliant red and hid behind her hands.
"Halle, if you make her blush any harder she'll pop a vein," Selina chastised her wife as she joined the group, "Jess, Sweetie, come on. I made pancakes," despite herself, Jess glanced up to her mother. Selina's pancakes were famous, not just in her home, but in the neighbourhood as well.
