"Th-thanks," Jess bowed her head slightly.
"Now then, enough serious talk," Liz bubbled, bringing Jess's gaze up to her once more, "I managed to convince Mira to let me pick out your wardrobe for tonight, and I want to make sure everything is perfect... otherwise she'll never let me live it down," Liz groaned theatrically, while Jess's blood rushed to her cheeks. She didn't know much about fashion, complacent as she was to wear anything that concealed her slim body and overbearing cock.
"O-Okay," Jess was unable to suppress the dread in her tone, something Liz quickly picked up.
"Don't worry," she said, once again her voice was strong and assuring, seeming to wrap around and assuage Jess's fears, "I'm not a fashion queen like Mira, plus I know how to hide a big dick in public," Liz gestured to her own crotch, where her cock made a distinct, but easily glanced over bulge.
"Yeah, b-but I-I-I'm a b-bit bigger," Jess swore steam would start spurting from her ears as her face turned white-hot. She lowered her gaze as Liz chuckled.
"I know. I could tell by the way you sat down and how you walk. It's the balls isn't it? They always get in the way," Liz offered and Jess meekly nodded, "And don't worry about anyone else seeing. I'll be the only in the room and I've arranged for you to have some extra privacy if that's not to your liking," Jess nodded again, but gave a wry smile of gratitude. Liz gestured her to stand and follow.
They made their way through a hall that only seemed to be an extension of the previous room. Rich decorations, intricate carvings and several paintings of what had to be members of the royal family bloodlines. Some of lone figures and others with several in the image. It wasn't a surprise to Jess, as there were numerous kings who had been renowned for having large harems, but the numbers astounded her. In particular was a painting that dominated an entire wall by itself.
It depicted a single, Asian futa sat upon a large throne, naked and clearly aroused. Around her was a plethora of women, their pussies visibly moist, backs arched and all of them gazing hungrily upon their ruler. Jess couldn't look away, part of her was astounded by the impossibly detailed artwork, while another was merely captivated by the lone futa. Jess frowned and came to a stop in front of the piece. She squinted up at the futa. Why did she look familiar?
"Ah, that would be King Fubuki. The original futanari as some sources say, though it was so long ago that no one really knows for certain," Liz explained and stood by Jess's side, gazing up at the painting, "Back then, futanari gave off a pheromone that no woman could resist. Not without intense training at least. I've heard before this is only a fraction of her harem."
"A fraction?" Jess gasped in disbelief, she counted well over three dozen women.
"Maybe, maybe not. Whether it's true doesn't change the fact that she still holds the record for the largest harem in all of history. You know something, Jess?" The king and commoner faced each other, "She looks a little like you," with that, the royal futa made her way down the hall. Jess followed soon after, but not without looking back at the painting curiously and replaying the words in her mind 'she looks a little like you'. She eventually left it behind and joined Liz in a nearby room.
Jess didn't react to the latest spectacle of excess. The room was much the same as Kyodai's had been, a chandelier, a massive bed at its centre with a giant TV facing opposite it, and a wardrobe that most people would be comfortable to simply live in. The key difference was that several racks extended from the wardrobe with dozens of articles of clothing hanging from them. Jess could tell even from a distance that they were a perfect match for the extravagant surroundings.
"Hmm," Liz regarded the selection with a finger on her chin, "I think you should try this and this first. Then maybe these. Ugh, why did Mira get so many dresses? Kyodai mentioned you weren't much of a show-off," the king sighed and rummaged around for a third and fourth set.
"Um, I-I think these will b-be fine," Jess said as she eyed the overly expensive display before. How could the king of all people even think her worthy of wearing these? One of the shirts alone must've cost a small fortune.
"It doesn't hurt to have options," Liz grunted as she pushed aside a particularly frilly number, "Why don't you start changing while I try and locate something normal out of this mess?"
"Normal?" Jess breathed under her breath, but walked over to the bed where Liz had laid out the chosen outfits. To the teen's surprise, they were indeed normal, or as close to it as she had seen since walking into the palace. The first ensemble was a simple shirt and jeans, though the jeans had been visibly altered to provide comfort for the over-endowed. Jess picked the shirt up and inhaled in shock at how soft and smooth it felt.
"Don't worry, they're all custom-made from the finest materials," Liz assured her but didn't notice the abject terror on Jess's face. What if she tore one of them? What if she spilled something on them? "Oh, and don't worry about any mess," Liz added in perfect timing, "These are disposable clothes. I mean, you know how messy futanari can get sometimes." Jess looked over to the king and saw a faint flush to her cheeks.
"Okay," the teen picked up the first outfit and headed behind the bed, away from any prying, royal eyes. She took a long, deep breath and pulled her own shirt off, followed by her jeans. She could hear the hangers moving about frantically as Liz searched for more clothes. Jess couldn't help but hold a hand over her crotch, where her cock bulged obscenely through her outmatched underwear. Her parents had nagged at her to get custom panties, but Jess always hesitated. What if the tailor gossiped about her? She shuddered at the mere thought of it. But maybe... she wondered.
"Um, your majesty?"
"Call me Liz, please, Jess."
"L-Liz?" Jess's tongue practically tingled electrically just from saying the word.
"Yes?"
"Um, c-c-could I-I b-b-bother you?" Jess could barely shove the words out without tripping over them, she gulped, hoping that she had swallowed her fear.
"Of course, Jess. What do you need?" The king inquired with a bemused, friendly tone.
"W-well, I-I..." Jess paused and inhaled. Stop it, she silently commanded herself, "M-my underwear, uh, my p-panties don't f-fit my, um... my, uh... my dick very well," she felt as though she had ran a marathon at the end the sentence. Jess tried to steady her breathing, but found her breath hitching in her throat as if it was terrified Liz would be angry. The king chuckled as she ruffled through the assortment of clothes.
"Already taken care of, Jess. There's a pair with the jeans. They might not be a perfect fit, but I'm sure you'll find them more comfortable," Jess could practically hear the smile in Liz's voice. The teen lifted up the jeans and found a pair of panties clipped onto the back. Jess blushed as she studied the black, racy underwear. Kyodai would probably like them, she thought and swallowed her apprehension.
Jess pulled her panties down and bit back a sigh of relief as her cock was let loose. Most women and futanari feel relief after unhooking their bras, but, as much as she disliked her member's unwieldly size, Jess rarely felt anything as soothing as giving her dick some air. She trained her eyes on it and shook her hips from side to side, watching it sway back and forth like a heavy pendulum. Jess held the new pair of panties in her hands as she looked down at herself.
She never enjoyed looking at her body. She would somehow always find another flaw or hammer in just how disproportionate her dick really was, but she found herself intrigued this time. Jess moved one hand to her member and lifted it up. Even after living with it for years, the weight never failed to astound her as she hefted it in her palm. A slow burn of pleasure warmed her from within, but it thankfully remained withdrawn. Jess lowered her cock to rest over her balls, however she didn't look away.
"Maybe it's not so bad," she mumbled and wondered if maybe she should just show it off. Jess vehemently chased the idea away. Kyodai might be okay with it, but normal people get jealous and envy could be a dangerous emotion. She stepped into the panties and pulled them up. Her cock and balls slid into the specialised pouch with ease, the underwear clinging soft and tight at the same time. It was a little tight, she noted but wasn't about to complain after having to struggle each morning just to make sure her genitals wouldn't pop out.