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"Uh-huhmm." The sudden sound of a clearing throat brought the princess's eyes up to peer towards the doorway of the open chamber where she sat court. She gave a small, courteous nod of her chin before the messenger gave a small bow. "A visitor, by the name of, Sir Edwin Arnold has requested your company. He's a noble scientist."

Malena, the beautiful and coiffed princess, curled her soft pink lips up into a slow smile before she stretched out one hand gloved in white satin. "Why of course, show him in." The messenger gave a short bow before he turned back out of the room to fetch the visiting nobleman, leaving Malena once again alone in the large throne room. The walls were a pale pastel shade of lavender, meant to provide a soothing backdrop to match the princess's signature purple gown. Then, the throne was enrobed in a deep fuschia velvet inset within the golden frame. Pale pillars, nearly white but with a faint nod to pink, lined down the length of the room, supporting the elaborate designs of the ceiling's inset carvings.

Malena tipped her head to the side, letting her eyes glide up to look at the satin curtains draping around the throne she seated in. She felt at home in the decorated room. For some, the stiff structure and the graceful design made them fidget or flinch from shyness. Visiting locals especially never seemed to fit into the lush interior, but Malena's gown, with a full pink skirt inlayed atop of rich piling of white rustles and beneath another overlay of deeper purple seemed to mirror the curtains themselves. Her entire outfit and stature matched perfectly to the room- and all its implications.

"Hello, Madam Malena-" Malena's gaze lifted just as someone spoke from the main doorway. Instantly, she knew he must be the visiting nobleman. He wore simple black slacks, but clean and trim. A long jacket fluttered a bit from his motion, pulling back to show a button vest beneath, with the pockets showing glimpses of various scraps of paper and instruments. The chain to a pocket watch was just barely visible peeking out from one pocket. In one hand, he held a carved wooden cane and in the other tipped forward his squared, simple top hat.

"Hello, you must be the young scientist I was informed of-" Malena lifted herself from her seat, striding forward with short, clipped clacks of her heels of the smooth tiled flooring before they met in the center of the room. She held out one gloved hand, letting him take it and plant a soft kiss of greeting over one, clothed knuckle.

"Yes! I am so pleased to make your acquaintance, Miss." He paused, shuffling his hat back onto his head and reaching into one heavy coat pocket. "I come with a veiled request. You see," he lifted his hand out, showing the worn cover of a leather notebook. "I come to deliver upon you a journal that belonged to my master and trainer, a scientist. He recently passed-"

"I am so sorry to hear that."

"Many thanks, but you see... He studied,we studied the human condition. Human thought and action. I believe that, as our princess, you should be able not just to share this research with any of the schools of tutors in the land, but you might also benefit from the study yourself."

"That is most generous!"

"However, that is why I said a veiled gift. Because the research is nearly complete, and I wish to finish it before I hand it over completely. It's a scientist duty, you see." He bowed slightly, smiling warmly. "I would like to invite you to partake in the study with me. I have a single serving left of my master's potion." He lifted out a slender, corked vial. "This has revealed the true nature of each of the other participants, helping us to catalog and track the markings of true strength, powerful work ethic, powerful devotion and other human traits that are revealed through what we noticed without its aid. It's been fascinating! Now, my dream is to be able to see what the true characteristics of a wondrous princess are!"

Malena clapped her hands together, the perfect white gloves muting the motion slightly. "Oh my! What an opportunity! Of course I will participate!" She wanted nothing more than to partake in something to enrich her kingdom and to learn something herself! "We will prepare a room for you here for housing and with space for you to work. How will I assist you with the research?"

"You take this." He held out his hand, the one gently gripping the clear bottle. Against the backdrop of his palm, Malena could see that the liquid within was not truly clear, but had faint particles suspended within that sparkled and made a veil of glimmer that distorted the clarity of the drink. She reached up, gently curling her own fingers around it and holding it to her breast. "You take a small measurement of that each night, then, in the night the potion will take effect and reveal more about your inner character and being."

He shifted, lifting out a slender, clean journal from his pocket. "You must also record your thoughts, emotions, experiences, and observations at all times, but specifically when you rise each morning. Keep it on you if you can, so you can record at a moment's notice."

"Then, each day, I will conduct my own observations of you and we will conduct an interview to find out if your perceptions of some social behavior change as well. Today, all we need, is to set a baseline for that. Then, the true magic happens tonight-"

"Magic?" Malena smiled jokingly. "Here I thought you were a scientist."

"Ah, yes. A true scientist in our time recognizes the existence of forces outside our understanding and strives to understand, not to dismiss." He returned the smile, a twinkle of excitement in one eye.

"Now, let's move to my sitting room and we'll sit for this baseline interview." She waved a hand, guiding the way.

******

"Day One observations. The princess, Malena, has agreed to the experiments. Visually, she wears a purple gown of expensive fabric, most likely silky on the outermost layers. It consists of the large shoulder puffs (common style in this realm) and features a tight bodice beneath the breasts and flaring down to the waist to smooth the shape. The skirt is wide and rounded, most likely with a form beneath to hold it's shape. It's layered of many purple hues with the bottom most a ruffled, lacey white trim. She wears white stockings and white gloves. Only the skin of her neck, a small portion of her arm, and face show. Her shoes are heels, but modest. They're styled with a sturdy heel, pink, with a strap stabilizing the foot over the front, decorated with gems and a small bow. Very conservative.

-E"

"First off, just to set the record, what is your role or title?" Edwin asked with a smile, bent over his own journal with his pen at ready.

"Princess." With her response, he'd scribble down his observations and the response and continue.

"Who typically begins a meal or who eats first?"

"I suppose, I do. I typically say a few words and begin."

"How do people address you?"

"Princess, Your Majesty..."

"What is the response when you enter a room?"

"Most rise out of respect, some bow... Attendants or guards in the room might check if I need something.."

They moved through a lengthy list of questions plotting out the social norms and experiences of the princess in her high role. However, the longer Edwin continued to administer the questions, they began to get more and more specific.

"Where are sexual acts most commonly performed?" Edwin barely glanced up from his journal, pen still notched in his hand ready to record when the response began, but instead silence followed. He looked up to the princess, who had stiffened in her seat and flushed a warm pink.

"This is the question list my master left from his lead on the experiments, if I change them now or stray, it'll compromise the ability to compare..." He tipped his hat down, giving a sheepish and charming smile. "I assure you."

Malena nodded. "Of course. Well, most certainly in one's private chambers."

"Have you ever performed a sex act in public?"

"Oh! Heavens! No!"

"What's the maximum number of witness you've had during a sexual act?"

"Witnesses? That-that happens? Zero?!"

The young princess's cheeks heated into a brilliant pink, seeming to match the hues of her dress by the time the scientist closed his journal and nodded. "Thank you. That's all of them. Now, just remember to take a serving of that potion tonight and we will repeat tomorrow."

Malena smiled, bidding an assistant to take the young man to his chambers and pausing before she headed to her own when he pointed a finger: "And record everything."

******

"Anything else, Princess Malena?" The young attendant gave a small curtsy, smiling until she was dismissed from the room. She left Malena dressed in her night time dressing gown with the day's gown and shoes returned to the expansive closet attached in a wing off the princess's large chamber. Malena stood, feeling the thin, wispy overlay of lace and embroidery that overset over the floor length silk dressing gown glide against the flooring as she wandered to the closet.

Her sleeve spilled forward, covering even her wrists as she stepped into the closet. She smiled for a moment, eyeing her favorite shoes just recently returned to their shelf. They were a smooth, violet satin with diamonds inset into the side of each of the subtle pumps. A deeper purple bow with a deep ruby in its center topped each of the toes of the shoe and soft, pale roses adorned the heel. She lightly traced the heel's drop, sighing wistfully. They were perfectly delicate, tall, yet conservative and feminine. She had them designed just a few years before, and she still loved them utterly. Her gown too had been returned to its form where a model form held the shape of the skirts and satin free of wrinkles.

"Ah, enough daydreaming. Time for bed" she scolded herself, striding back into the room and plucking up the potion bottle. Another second, she hesitated with her eyes inspecting the sparkling, cloudy yet clear liquid within before she took a calculated sip and slipped into the covers of her downy bed.

******

"Hmmmurr..." Malena rolled over, feeling her eyes slide open only to see the dim cast of night still filling the room instead of the morning sunshine she usually awoke too. She squinted through the window on the opposite wall, seeing only the moon's faint glow. "Hm..."

Her feet shifted and legs swung over to the side to let her step onto the cool floor into her thin, gently heeled satin slippers. She shuffled forward, finding herself wandering out the door and down the thin corridor to the castle's back garden exit. Outside, with the cool air of night embracing her, she found herself strangely pulled towards the fringe of town where the taverns were clumped together through a connected tangle of dim alley ways stacked with boxes and discarded trash.

Starting at the squat, wooden building of one tavern, Malena felt a whirlwind of emotions. Her prime instincts had her nose curled up, yet a strange tickle of interest struck her. "Probably just scientific instinct..." she murmured, stepping forward and pushing apart the swinging entrance doors. Instantly, the foul bite of the bar hit her full in the face. She could smell booze, the fresh waft of it from taps and cups and the older, decaying undertone of it spilled over time. This scent layered atop of body odor and cigar smoke. Her lips pressed together, a little scowl pulling her lips into motion as she scanned the room. The floor was packed full of dirt that smeared onto the underside of her satin shoes, but for some reason she didn't notice this.

Scattered over the beer-soaked dirt were tables and stools overfilled with patrons who demanded the most attention. Malena stared, eying full-bellied men hunched over mugs or those already hacking and wobbling on their feet; but her gaze kept moving till it landed on the girls.

Girls were woven all throughout the tapestry of the dive. Girls with tits that swelled up like balloons, sticking off from their chests and bulging against strings of shredded, skimpy tops or those with tiny shorts, denim and torn up to their holes with a little string of 'crotch' pushing up between their naked pussy lips and more with stockings stretching up to their thighs in leather or netting. They all wore variations of the same costumes, strappy heels or thigh high boots of latex, anything to get their asses jutting out and their legs wobbly, making them easier to push overtop of a table and take. Stockings replaced any pants or skirts that might be worn, leaving their cunts exposed, asses uncovered because nothing should impede their ability to fuck. Shirts didn't quite exist. Some wore veiled attempts, see through lace or netting, cut off straps or ribbons over their tits, but most with those had already been stripped.

These girls, these bimbos and sluts, were draped over table tops with their asses spread by meaty, rough fingers. They were beneath tables, knees dug into the dirt with their mouths being ground to sweaty thighs, mashed into covered crotches. Their tits were grabbed from behind- by anyone. Asses were slapped, jiggling openly in tiny skirts and panties.

Malena marveled at the lack of complaints from any of them. They all just cooed, drooled, giggled.

"They all have... so little on..." she thought to herself, murmuring at the sight of so much skin on display when she looked down to her own dressing gown- the skimpiest thing she owned, covering her from her chest down to her wrists and ankles and overlayed with another robe on top of the dress itself!

"How curious..." she murmured, but her scowl had faded and her nose now laid normal, unwrinkled with disgust. Instead, curiosity glimmered in her eyes.

"Hey baby, why don't you slip into something more comfortable?" One of the bar patrons oozed towards the princess, not recognizing her in such a place. She gave a little gasp before slipping out the side door, right onto the alley's cobbled stones.

She turned, looking to flee back to the castle, but instead she looked onto the scene of four girls. One slumped back on a crate, with her entire body exposed. Massive tits hung down from her chest, bulging with popping pink nipples atop while a cigarette smoked in one hand. She looked down at another girl between her legs, atop a puddle of splattered cum and drooling more onto the stones. This pair was watched by another leaning on the wall, tits wrapped into a tight ribbon while a skirt hiked high enough to flash her sex and one standing over them, breasts literally spilling from a shred of a top while boots reached up to the tops of her thighs and left her teetering.

"Oh! Sorry! I-Ah!" Malena gasped, spinning around to try the other direction.

However, on her other side, she was assaulted with the view of a new trio. Two girls stood on either side of the other with their shorts riding up into swollen, exposed and oozing pussies while the third bent between them, showing off a massive plug in her ass while more jizz oozed out from her sex. They all wore cum stribbling off their faces, hair, and flesh amongst spare notes of money stuffed into their boots and tucked into shreds of their clothing.

"Hey there, babe. You ready to burn off some of that steam?" One drawled, stretching out a pierced tongue and wiggling it invitingly. Malena flushed instantly, "I couldn't! Ack!" She twirled around, rushing back out of the alley and fleeing from the sights of the low lifes of town. However, even as she ran, her mind replayed the sights.

The four girls in the alley. How had someone produced so much? And the girl, whatever did that mean? Her chest was flushed, hot and her body felt fidgety with the heat. All she could say to herself, over and over, was "oh my, oh my."

******

Finally reaching her bedroom, Malena let out a long breath. Her mind still spun through the night's sights. She looked at her own gown, with so much fabric covering her body from neck to toes. At the same time, her body felt hot. So hot. Too hot. Her skin seemed to prickle with heat that all trickled down to her groin.

"I'm just so hot!" she gasped, suddenly thrashing as she yanked the robe and gown until the top layer untied and fell to the floor, exposing the layer beneath of still floor -lengthed, but now with t-shirt length arms. She continued to writhe, just feeling hot, until she wretched that off as well and dove into the bed in just the shreds of her undergarments.

The slide of the silken covers against her bare flesh, stroking to her thighs and atop the exposed mounds of her breast sent shivers down the girl's spine until she'd settled in and slipped back to sleep.

But her sleep was not peaceful.

Instead, her sleep filled her mind with rapidly changing, brief explosive dreams that were evolving almost too often to keep up with. First, Malena saw herself wobbling into the same tavern as that night. The room is uneven, seeming to tip from side to side as she heads inside.

Then, she saw the ceiling before swiveling down to her feet where straps wrapped up from her ankles, stretching up onto her calves with weak, strappy ribbons to hold on spikey, wobbling platforms in a bright silver.

Suddenly, hands were on her breasts. Hard, rough squeezes pulled them back against her. Then, different hands shoved them apart. New ones jostled them, making them bounce-

The cobblestone of the alley filled her mind, gray and splattered with stains. She saw feet, heels like her own in a bright, fuschia before she felt a sudden pressure against her ass- a hand sent the flesh jiggling madly as she bent over a crate.

"Want to burn some steam?" A voice whispered. A sudden wetness spread up her thigh, her bare thigh. Malena writhed. The night felt cold on bare skin. A pressure whispered up to her clit suddenly, pulling out an explosion of nerves she'd never felt before. "Look at you! So wet! You love this!"

Another voice joined in. Tits swam somewhere at the top of the girl's vision, bobbing beneath the more distant glimpse of a cock, veined and bobbing in the air impatiently. "She does! What a slut!"

"So much stretch in this cunt! Put something inside!" A sudden, hard object slammed into her sex, stretching her wide around the backend of a glass bottle. She jerked, back arching as she heard an alien cry of pleasure from her lips.

A male's voice cut in. "Oh fuck."

Then, all the voices disappeared. The cobblestone swam in front of her. Every step squished in the flimsy heels. She wobbled, watching wisps of silk flutter around her torso. Snippets of flowers and stone walls flashed before her eyes before sudden, pure orange filled her vision!

"AH!" Malena sat up, waking from the whirlwind of connected, yet disjointed images with a jolt as sunlight streamed into her opened windows. She gasped, reaching out for the journal and starting to scribe the dreams with a hot blush on her face, muttering as she wrote...

"I don't know what it all meant. Even as I record this, I feel ashamed and wet-"

She shifted, indeed feeling the sharp sensation of hot, wet heat between her thighs. In fact, her panties were soaked through so that her thighs were smeared with her scent as well. She noted it with a little titter of embarrassment before she rushed into her wash room.

******

The same as the day before, Malena met the young scientist in the same sitting area to repeat the interview process. However, now, Malena's answers were so cut and dry. She hesitated with a new level of consideration along the process,

"Where are sexual acts most commonly performed?"

Malena paused a brief moment, ducking her chin down before she gave a little nod. "The bedroom *is* most common, though... I suppose, some do it in the street or taverns."

The scientist pursed his lips, the edges faintly curling before he recorded the response and moved swiftly along.

*******

"Day two complete..." Malena murmured, licking her lips after the potion slipped smoothly down her throat to try and discern any flavor, but none came. She shrugged, slipped into bed, and quickly fell to sleep.

Same as the night before, she woke in the midst of the evening's pale light. However, this time, she didn't wake to the full consciousness as the night before. Instead, she just rose from bed and blindly followed the same path as the night before. As the front doors of the tavern swung shut behind her, Malena again took in the sight of all the girls scattered through the bar, all partially or fully disrobed and something, the potion, within her kicked through her system with a jolt.

She stepped one more step forward into the dirt flooring, feeling the grime rub against the underside of her little, pristine slippers with their nubby kitten heels before she untied the overlay of her robe and let it flutter down to the floor.

The faintest strip of skin showed of her chest and her arms now felt the gentle swish of the air against her bare flesh. Spotting a new woman in the bar, a grubby man jumped down from his bar stool. He skidded forward on jolting and uneven footsteps before he leaned over her shoulder, dribbling the foul liquid down onto her breasts so that the satin soaked through.

She watched, slowly, as the liquid seeped in through the thin layer of fabric and began to turn the pale peach shade of her nightgown a translucent blush over top of her breasts. First, the fabric just darkened, but then it began to cling to her flesh until it melted into what seemed to be a mere second layer of skin over top of her breasts. It hugged to their form and started to reveal the dots of her nipples beneath while every second of him slowly pouring it onto her revealed more and more detail until her breasts were basically exposed beneath the drenched, foul top.

Malena felt a tingling of confusion at herself. "Why am I still here?" some voice at the very back of her mind seemed to propose, yet her feet stayed planted on the now-mud floor. She felt the presence of the man behind her sidling closer. The bulge at the front of his pants rubbed into her ass, a hot, sticky sort of feeling rubbing to her ass through the thin veil of her dressing gown. It was an alien sensation to have a man pressed to her, rubbing to her ass idly before his hand suddenly clamped onto her breast. Rough, pudgy fingers started to knead and press into the flesh of one tit while the other guided his beer to his mouth, sloppily slurping right beside her ear and dripping onto her still. She wasn't even his main interest, just an addition to the experience of drinking.

A strange sensation hit her though, not shame, but rather a tingle of something in her gut.

Excitement.

Her rump pushed back into the man's grinding, awkwardly leaning into him at first before his hand with the beer gave a few nudges, guiding her into a grinding motion so that her ass started to work over him. This willingness to learn must have attracted the sight of the others now that she'd proved not to be a bore and another man wandered over, trotting over with his own mug sloshing over the side into the dirt and then onto her feet, soaking through the satin of her slippers so that beer wettened the dirt on them and began to cast mud over her feet and up the length of the heel.

Another hand grasped onto her other breast, mashing and kneading it harder and faster than the other. Two fingertips tweaked and tugged at the nipple until it hardened and stood on end. Malena felt her body flush, but she didn't complain. Instead, she mirrored the same girls who were here now, fading into the background of her focus and remained silent. She tittered out a little coo.

A hand pushed her shoulder. She felt herself drop. The cold mud, smeared with spilled beer, ground into the soft skin of her knees through the little veil of her gown. Then, she felt the soft, veined flesh of a cock rub to her cheek. She squeaked with surprise, but the assumption was made that the squeak was only meant to open up her mouth for them.

The thick, wide shaft spread her lips apart, forcing them to squeeze around it. Malena's eyes went wide, staring into the bush of the stranger's groin. The musky scent of male filled her nose, making it twitch and wrinkle with it before a hand groped the back of her head, squishing into her styled curls before her face was guided over him, essentially used as a fuck toy to pump his shaft into.

For a few minutes, Malena's mind still swam in a sort of jelly. It was suspended in a sort of goop that slowed every thought she produced and just placed it there into the disjointed mixture. Part of her was appalled, embarrassed, and confused that she was still in this situation- staying in it, yet another part was somehow intrigued by the interaction, as though she merely studied its flow. The last part though, hidden in the back of the slow forming fog of her mind, was clinging to that faint tickle of excitement as it grew, cultivating it until the jelly meant to hold and control the other thoughts wasn't needed anymore.

Then, when her enjoyment overruled her previous judgements, the jelly fell away and Malena flourished out of her quiet, almost doll-like state of compliance. Her head began to bob onto the shaft, lips smearing the faint residue of her pink lipstick down the flesh of the man's cock. The hands on her breasts started to grope harder, making the skin prickle with enjoyment while the rest of her flooded with her. Hands grabbed onto her hair, using it like handles to yank her down onto the shaft. She gagged. Spittle leaked from the corners of her mouth as she worked, mindlessly focused on the task of repeating the motion of slamming herself down to his base and shooting backwards off it till she felt the tip starting to get slimmer towards its very end, then she dove back down.

Wet, lewd sounds began to echo out from the little grouping in the bar. It attracted more. She heard the click of heels on the floor, dulled by the mud covering. She saw, swimming within the constant motion of her vision, skirts flutter and lift and glide down out of sight to be replaced with breasts as more of the other girls joined her.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she thought to herself. "I'm one of them now."

"One of the bimbos."

*******

The next morning, when sunshine streamed against Malena's eyelids she woke with a groan. Her entire body felt a faint ache through it, a tiredness in her bones. She lifted her head, looking up towards her ceiling onto to see the wooden insides of the tavern instead. She twisted about, finding herself slumped over the top of one of the squat tavern tables with her dressing gown soaked through and cracking with dried beer and hiked high above her hips to leave her ass hanging out bar. The skin felt hot, sore. Then, her cunt was oozing with thick globs of cum.

She gasped at the sight of it. Instantly, she jumped up only to feel an oddly... openness in her cunt. She felt stretched. She felt dirty. She flinched at the sight of the barkeep cleaning up and she fled out the doors. The shreds of her dirty gown danced at her feet with every step as she returned to the castle, avoiding anyone she saw until she could dive into her wash room's water to scrub away the night. However, once clean, she walked out wrapped in towels and a fresh robe only to see the journal waiting for her report.

"Last night. I experienced a strange sleep walking incident. I'm ashamed to even write-

I experienced public sex.

There were witnesses. Unsure how many. Possibly seven. Maybe more. Unable to see the true extent with all the cocks from my vantage point.

I was addressed slut, whore..."

Her writing was broken, trying to put what she experienced into a veil of science to make it easier to digest. Even so, she found herself burning with shameful heat on her cheeks as she sketched down what happened to her in fragmented portions, bite size: something she could swallow.

At the sight of her dressing attendant, Malena threw aside the journal and breathed in a shaky breath.

"Ready to dress, Your Majesty?"

She nodded, quietly, and slid into the closet. When asked to pick, she gravitated to the back of her closet. Her fingers glided along the shoe shelf before she found a pair, long neglected that had been tailored slightly wrong. The heel had a sharper point than any of the sturdier, more conservative options she usually wore and the finish had set wrong, giving them a gleaming, almost wet appearance of the satin rather than the muted shine. As she set them down to slide into them, the attendant raised a single brow, but said nothing.

Her dress fell down, only showing a hint of the heel in the back, but as the attendant starting sealing up the dress she again hesitated.

"Uh-uhm, Madam?"

"Yes?"

"The dress... it's a bit tighter... the hips and bust seem to be slightly off. Should I have it adjusted before wearing?"

The princess sighed, shaking her head. "No, it'll be fine a bit tighter-"

******

"Our little whore princess! She's returned!"

"Queen of Cocks!"

Cheers suddenly erupted at the sight of Malena returning once again to the tavern after her third dose of the potion. She hadn't even slipped into her bed, instead, she'd strode down the the castle's library, sifting through spells carefully before she returned to her room.

"Tonight," she'd said with a careful scan of an oddly, scribbled down spell. "I shall have the right wardrobe."

With a few words, her gown and shoes, had transformed entirely.

Now, instead of her drab dressing gown, she arrived in a transformed mockery of her formal gown. The skirt had shrunk up, disappearing from her legs entirely and instead becoming a mere skirt of ruffles above her ass. Then, her stockings faded from pure, silken white to fishnets rising high up onto her thighs. The heels, already twisted versions of her usual, elongated further and gained extra straps looping up her ankles and the heels grew up, up, up to a sharp point well above six inches, especially with the added, clear platforming beneath the sole structure. Then, the bodice melted off, leaving only the puffed ruffles on her shoulders and a shred of the once top risen above her tits.

Then, her gloves faded to show her fingers, showing off new glossy red nails. She looked down at herself, feeling a flush of pride at the outfit before she reached up and adjusted her little crown once and squated into a curtsy.

The cheers grew louder.

Then began a mere repeat of the night before. Strange hands groped and squeezed over her tits, now seemingly more inflated and rounded than she remembered.

"I probably just never really took the care to look at them..." she dismissed to herself, smugly priding herself now on taking advantage of her body, showing it off. The other girls slinked over. Soft, silken asses ground into her own, placing with her as a treat for the other men who circled around these stars of the bar. This tavern, a dingey area of town even the worn out 'working men' avoided to leave room for the town's real under level, was buzzing the the sight of their princess among them, excited to get a piece of royal ass under their belts to use as their bragging point for the rest of their lives. Anyone and everyone who'd ever slinked in for a lap dance of a suck off circled. Hands tugged her tits. She hit her knees. Cocks bobbed all around her. Short, fat cocks stuffed into her cheeks. Long, veined swords slapped into her cheeks. Leaking, dribbling cocks smeared glossy over her lips. Explosive orgasms splattered her hair, filled her throat.

Over the main bar, she spread her ass and invited anyone to add to her collection of cream. She dripped and oozed on the way back into the bathroom shared with another tavern in the area- an unattached and nasty squat of wood with a hole carved out of the back wall. Spread legged with a witnessing mob pumping into her ass as she worked, she sucked off the visitors of the bathroom, eagerly offering a 'cleaning' service.

Like the night before, she woke up finally when the sun pierced her eyes upon daybreak. She rolled over, feeling the hard cobblestone of the alley beneath her skin. She looked at herself, seeing cum streaked over her heels like frosting and her entire body drizzled and oozing with mess and felt a little throb of 'well done!'

Then, spotting a man half-asleep and slumped into the side of building with the scent of booze wafting off of him, she crawled over. Her knees smeared through the film of the alley's road until she sat between his knees. Then, she fished out his fragrant, musky cock and dove her mouth over top of it. Sucking hard and fast, she woke him out of his hangover with a sloppy blowjob and began to trot towards the castle, in broad daylight, with cum oozing down off her forehead and towards her lips where she'd lick it off.

"Oh my! I-i-is that the princess?"

"It can't be! Must be some whore running a gambit! A look alike!"

"No! The crown! It's the princess!"

"That's no princess! That's some lowly slut!"

At the sight of their princess in such array at the front gate, the guard instantly stiffened. "Princess! Malena! Can I help you? Whatever is the matter? There's a problem!"

Malena stopped, spreading her legs into a wide stance before she tapped one heel onto the ground, hard. "There is a problem! The problem is that I'm not oozing with cum anymore! Fuck me!"

The guard hesitated, looking to his partner with question, uncertainty clouding his features. Malena, without a beat, stared at him and strut forward, undoing his pants and yanking out his cock and beginning to work him into a raging boner. "I said. Fuck. Me. Both of you. Now."

Malena bent over at the waist, offering up her stretched cunt to the second guard while her mouth dropped over the first. His surprise moan rang out through the courtyard enough that a third guard came trotting over, gasping at the sight.

"What on heaven are you doing?" he cried, rushing towards the princess.

"Ah, good, something for my hand!" Malena reached out, grabbing the third man by his groin and yanking him into the grouping as well. He only whimpered, submitting to his princess's lust with a confused, but blissful expression on his face.

As they all began to teeter on the edge, the princess dropped her mouth and hand, pointing the two guards towards her heels. "Paint them for me."

As they all came around her, filling her cunt and splattering streaks of cum into her platforms, traveling villagers began to wander past. Malena took a few, confident steps forward and felt the squish and shift of the cum in the souls of her shoes. Her high heels that allowed her to walk with the curse still cast over her, confining her to heels for any motion. Every step, she felt the ooze and goop of the thick cum squish out from above and around her foot and then it dribbled down the sides of the smooth shoes. She felt it, too, between her toes. She could feel it shifting and squishing. Gasps began to filter. She shifted to look at the crowd for a second, she chuckled to herself, unphased.

"Lord in Heaven! Stop being a slut!"

"What a whore!"

"Who elected this cum bucket?!"

Malena barely noticed them, taking each cat call like a compliment for her performance of slurping and drooling over the guard's cocks as she cleaned them off, but the next rumble down the main road was more than a mere bewildered townsfolk.

Instead, a dignitary set to visit for a meeting rolled up in his carriage. As he stepped out, he called to the guards: "Stop fooling with that slut! I have a meeting with the princess! Princess Malena!"

Malena began to crawl towards him, her tongue unraveling in offering and welcome to the man. "That's me!"

"What!? A common whore!? Pah!" He spit onto her face with a look of utter disgust! "What trash!" The princess practically purred with his compliments. She pressed her breasts together, squatting down to spread out her pussy lips to display the cum already leaking out from her cunt. She traced a red fingernail over the graffiti down her body: "Slut," "Whore," "Stupid Cow," "Bitch," or "Fuck Pet" that were scrawled over her ass, tits, arms, and face.

"Psh-" The man scoffed, but the other members of his party eyed him and shrugged, and they instead decided to accept her offer. The travellers, all pent up and grumpy after days on the road, descended upon the princess. Right there, on the front entrance of the castle, they splattered her with load after load of cum. They added to her body's vandalism, spitting onto her face so that jizz and spit alike oozed down her visage.

When they'd finally finished, they simply laughed and returned to their castle.

"Goodbye, Princess Cumdump!"

When she finally returned to the castle, everyone was whispering. Fingers waggled and pointed to her body writing. There were gasps, murmurs. Malena just puffed up her chest and strut proudly in.

In her bedroom, she carefully continued to make her observations in the journal.

"Last night. I felt totally at home. I think I collected cum from every man in the bar. On my face and inside me. I drank jizz out of a bar class. I helped the owner clean up the messes I made too! And thanked him (he fucked me so hard I think I bruised my stomach against the bar!)

It feels so good to help so many people and make so many people happy! That's truly the reason to be a princess!"

******

"The princess will now hold court!" A short trumpet played before Malena stepped into the room. At the sight of her, gasps rang out.

Against the backdrop of the pristine throne room with its silken curtains, pillars, and prestige; Malena stepped out where strappy platform heels in hot pink and black that rose almost to her knees with crisscrossing straps. She wore only a shred of panties while heavy bangles clattered on her wrists with every step.

She strode out, walking with her bare breasts thrust out and forward, and sat into her throne and threw her legs over its arms to spread her pussy and ass out completely. "Come! Let me solve all your problems!"

******

"Yum-yum!" Malena giggled as she dropped the now empty vial of potion. The final dose had just slipped past her lips. She teetered on tall heels towards her door before heading out down the main hall, giggling excitedly to herself until, a voice stopped her.

"Miss?" A familiar face, that of her companion Melody looked up from behind her. Malena beamed at the sight of her.

"Oh, my bestie!" she cried, leaping forward and mashing her breasts into the smaller girl's face in a hug. "Come on! There's adventure to be had!" She paused a mere second before giggling, "Cock is the adventure! Eee!" Then, with a wet smack, she kissed the girl on the lips with the potion still faintly clinging to them and whether it was that droplet of the potion or simply her mistress's command, or a combination, young Melody puffed up her chest and agreed.

"Yays! But! You can't wear that!" With a few words, Malena transformed the girl's normal, conservative knee-length outfit with the same spell she'd taken to her own closet. Instead, she wore a strip of a loin cloth dangling between her muscular thighs and a little fabric strip over her bulging breasts.

"There! Now you're perfs'!"

******

"Princess Cumdump brought her assistant!" Malena welcomed the cheers with open legs. The night combined every night before, but now with Malena and Melody side by side. They squatted down back to back, working cocks as a team and sharing the splattering of the orgasms that splashed down from above. However, the town now had caught on that the princess wandered out to this tavern and alley each night, so she found a line wrapping out to use them. Bent over a crate, Malena welcomed cocks stacked in both holes while she sucked and groped for more. Between each burst of fucking, her shoes were filled with cum, splattered and soaked with load after load. Everyone added a tag, a line of graffiti to her form until her nude body, from afar, looked like she had on a black body suit.

Hands gripped hard on either side of her body. They held onto her like she was a mere doll, fucking her hard enough she smacked into the crate. Her hands each pumped on a cock, her mouth another. She wanted cum. Needed cum. She worked hard for her treat. To make them cum. A thick cock stretched her open wide, forcing her walls to spread out for him. She cried happily, clutching the cocks in her hands harder, milking them.

To her side, Melody squatted in front of a massive bear of a man. Her held her hair behind her head in a tight bunch, she looked a little unsure of herself as he smacked his cock into the side of her face, smearing it onto her cheek.

"Melody!" Malena slurred around the cock in her mouth. "'Ust make it squirt!"

Then, with a mission, the dark haired beauty thrust her lips down around the squat, but thick shaft and let the man use her face, her hair as a handle to thrust himself back and forth into her mouth until he started to spurt, spraying into her face with a thick, gooey spattering. Then, she repeated it with another guy, and another while a third girl joined them. A length lynx of a girl purred and giggled and laid herself between Melody's thighs, licking up her cunt with delight while Melody worked her lips over the guy's waiting for Malena.

Ultimately, everyone came for Malena.

People laughed, pounding into her. "What a whore! What kind of princess fucks in an alley!"

"Fuck the Royal Fuck Bucket!"

"All Hail the Jizz Queen!"

"Mmm... you have pretty mouth-" Melody suddenly looked up to hear a cheer or catcall not just for Malena. She blinked, seeing a stern woman looking down at her before she dropped onto a cart and grabbed each of the girl's pigtails like reigns and yanked her right onto her cunt.

"Eat up, girl." Then, she fielded the waiting men while Melody lost herself into the squirting, spurting lap of the elder whore.

When they finally petered off, when the other men had returned to their wives and beds to sleep before work, Malena and Melody slumped together on the concrete, drooling down onto their breasts, exhausted and worn out.

******

That morning, when sunlight blasted fresh vision over the disgusting scene of the alley, Malena found her eyes flickering open to the sight of her body completely stripped down. Only a few shreds of her stockings remained and her heels were still strapped onto her, though the soles were soaked through with cum. Her top and bottoms, as measly as they were, were totally gone leaving her stretched cunt on display and her graffitti'd breasts jiggling free. She breathed in a long breath, chest puffing out. "Mmm.... I do good job."

Standing up onto her wobbling feet, Malena gave her sore limbs a little shake. Her knees throbbed, scrapped on the hard rock of the alley and her stomach was scraped from the crate she'd bent over.

"Castle. Question time" she mumbled, gesturing towards the road with a smack to her companion's arm. Her and Melody slumped into one another and started the stumble back to the castle.

Without changing, she headed right into the scientist's room. She plopped onto the sitting area's chair, throwing one leg over the arm to expose her drooling cunt. Instead of her dress, or even the mere nod to it she'd worn the previous nights, she had on only the writing on her body to really cover anything. Her nails were a glossy red, though it was faintly chipped after the night before. Her heel had struck through the thin skin of a condom and dragged it every step she went, smearing it's leaking content onto the floor without care. Her hair, before so coiffed, was stringy and filled with dried portions of cum stiffening it. Her knees were bruised and scuffed through her torn fishnet stockings. It was evident that she'd spent a lot of time on them.

The scientist took a long breath, smiling at the sight of the subject.

"What is the response when you enter a room?"

Malena giggled, her mind instantly whisking her away to her visual response to the question. Cheers were the first noise she heard, catcalls and whistles: "The slut's in! Princess Cumdump!" Then, she heard the distinct shucking sound of pants dropping open. She saw everyone swarm towards her. Welcoming her."

She mimed a wave, giggling. "Say hi! Like..." She made the noise of pants dropping, a sharp "shook" sound with her lips before she mimed it too.

"I see." The scientist nodded, smiling. "Have you ever performed sex outside of the bedroom?"

Malena giggled, almost snorting. "I do sex anywhere!"

"Okay, and have you performed sex in public then?"

"Public?" She tipped her head to the side, lips hanging open a bit with a lack of understanding.

"Like, at a restaurant or outside in general."

"Yas! Bar and alley and road and garden and guard tower and-"

"Good, good. What's the maximum number of witnesses you've had for a sexual act?" The young man paused, chuckling. "How many people have seen you having sex?"

Malena lit up, laughing. Her mind flashed with the crowd of villagers when she'd been with the guards. She felt all their eyes again, burning against her flesh, just staring at her. She giggled excitedly. Her fingers started to flutter as she tried to count.

In her mind, she saw the baker scowling, "Cunt!" She saw his wife too, she was flour-y, "What a whore! Don't even look!" Down the line came more workers, walking towards the day's job: "What trash!" "Such a slut!" "Cow!"

Away from the villagers, she saw the gardener behind his bush. She saw his cock in his hand, little twisted look on his face. She remembered tasting his cum after, helping him. She cooed happily.

"What are you thinking of?"

"Helping"

"How do you help?"

"Lots of ways!" Malena lit up again, giggling excitedly so much her breasts started to bounce. "I suck! I fuck! I make people happy, they give me cum!"

The scientist noted down her response, smiling to himself. "Okay, final question. What's your role or title?"

She didn't even pause. "Princess Cumdump!"