A Steamy Bath and the Princess's Overflowing Desire
Hehe... Steam rising from the hot water clouded my vision. The bathwater, scented with fragrant oils, filled the air with a sweet aroma. It was a luxurious soak I hadn't enjoyed in ages. If only for the warmth pressing against my back from behind.
A mass of heated flesh, warmed by the hot water, squished firmly against my back. A sticky scent, similar to the steam but mingled with raw body odor, tickled my nostrils. I could only stiffen like prey before a predator under those hands fiddling playfully with my hair, accompanied by that soft chuckle.
The princess's fingers settled on my tensed shoulders. Soon, a voice laced with concern followed.
"Your shoulders are so rigid. You must be overworking yourself. Research is important, but rest matters too. I've added some nice things to the water... so relax and enjoy it."
"...Thank you for your consideration."
As if I could relax in this situation! ...Though I guess someone like you wouldn't understand.
The princess had brushed off my protests about not showing skin carelessly to outsiders—men or otherwise—with, "You sound just like those stuffy old councilors with their outdated notions?" She'd pressed her body against mine without hesitation, saying there was no need to fuss since I wasn't a man anyway.
...What am I supposed to do about my body freezing up at the thought that she might figure me out and it could mean death?
Seemingly delighted by my reaction, the princess had eventually dragged me into the tub. Lacking any pretext or status to resist, I had no choice but to submerge... And then came the splash.
The weight of water-soaked hair being lifted made me glance at the surface, where the princess gazed at me with satisfaction, toying with my locks. I sighed inwardly and gave up. There was no winning against her stubbornness anyway.
If I were in my other form... maybe. But in this body? No chance, even in my dreams.
...I wouldn't even be here if that were the case.
The overwhelming pressure of seeing the others' naked bodies—far beyond mere nudity—made me avert my eyes from the water. That's when I noticed... a milky fluid seeping from my breasts, mingling with the bathwater.
...Does this count as a milk bath?
Such a silly thought crossed my mind; I must be exhausted. What snapped my bleary, blinking eyes wide open was the pale fingers now resting on my chest.
"Eek!?"
"Oh, did I wake you? Sorry. I couldn't help touching it—it's fascinating how it keeps leaking."
"I-It's fine."
Leaking like this at random... I need to refine it more.
As long as I refused to let them shrink, the lactation seemed inevitable. What could I do?
As I pondered, laughter bubbled from behind me.
"You were so tense earlier, but thinking about research must have relaxed you."
"Ah... Um... S-Sorry."
"No need to apologize. Anyway..."
The princess touched my shoulder and continued.
"Just to be sure... you're not one of Astarote Asha's children or anything like that, right?"
"Cough! Cough!"
The unexpected question made me choke.
"Ah, n-no... S-Sorry. Absolutely not..."
"I see. Well, you're not the right age anyway."
As I calmed my startled body, more milk seeped from my breasts. A nutty, faintly sweet scent wafted up. The princess must have noticed too; I felt her inhale deeply.
"That's a side effect, you said?"
Her question sparked a perfect excuse to escape.
"Yes... It must be unpleasant. So... please understand if I excuse myself first."
It seemed flawless even to me, so I waited for permission. But from the princess's lips came something entirely different.
"Wouldn't that defeat the purpose of coming in? Better to squeeze it all out. Don't mind me—think of it as trying that trendy milk bath everyone's raving about."
"...Ah."
"Don't worry about me. Just squeeze the rest out."
"...Thank you."
Why is she so nonchalant?
Was I wrong to judge her based on my assumptions?
Now there was no turning back; I'd have to milk myself in front of the princess. I raised my submerged hands. Placing them on my somewhat shrunken breasts from yesterday... I squeezed firmly.
Milky droplets beaded at the tips. They plopped into the water with soft drop, drop sounds, some trickling down my rounded curves.
...My face burned. It shouldn't be embarrassing at this point, but knowing someone was watching intently from behind made it impossible not to flush.
How did things end up like this?
I squeezed diligently at the trickling milk, but my weak strength and awkward position limited me. Then, the princess's pale fingers overlapped mine.
Soft and white like my changed body, but far larger and longer.
"Mind if I help a bit? You seem to be struggling."
"Ah... Um... I-It's okay."
"Haha, no need to refuse. I've milked before. Not a person, though."
Her pale hand encircled my nipple and pulled, sending a surge of pressure. Milk squirted out like from a water gun—spurt!—splashing into the bath.
"How's that? Feels like I can help, right?"
"...Th-Thank you."
Yeah, better to finish quick and get out.
As I surrendered to her touch... a small problem arose.
"Ah... Hn... Hnng..."
My traitorous body interpreted the stimulation as pleasure, leaking strange moans. My head spun. The alcohol I'd been sipping earlier, combined with the bliss from my chest, started clouding my mind.
I bit my lip hard—warmth spread. Blood trickled from the softened flesh. I'd bitten too hard.
The once-clear bathwater was now thoroughly milky and opaque. My breasts had noticeably deflated. The princess hummed curiously, hm...
...But suddenly, a familiar sensation trailed up my ass crack. It climbed my back. What... was this feeling?
My pounding heartbeat transmitted clearly through it. Just that made my lower belly clench tight. Unconsciously, I pressed my thighs together.
"P-Princess, if I may humbly ask... is that... behind me...?"
"Oh, you noticed? It's that potion I showed you earlier."
"I-Is that so."
"First time trying it myself... What an odd sensation."
Why eat it now of all times!
I'd averted my eyes to avoid looking, so I hadn't seen. Unlike my panic, the princess spoke calmly.
"Want to see? You seemed interested in research earlier."
...I've seen plenty already. Too much, even.
I couldn't say that after pretending ignorance. I nodded faintly, and perhaps it made me look like a shy girl, because the princess laughed heartily and stood.
The steamy water rippled. I heard it parting slowly. Soon, a shadow fell over my half-closed eyes.
"You won't see properly with your eyes squeezed shut like that."
"..."
Speechless, I forced my eyes open. Beyond the white steam, smooth thighs gleamed. Pale and soft-looking to the touch. Above them... a sleek slit, and incongruously, a massive rod.
It throbbed visibly, rock-hard even without touching. Already aroused, it dripped clear fluid—drop, drop.
I stared blankly, my lower belly aching. My thighs... quivered slightly. I shook my head inwardly and pretended to observe intently, scanning every inch.
Then, a strange voice came from above.
"Standing like this feels weird. Especially with your face right there... it somehow... hurts."
"Y-Yes?"
Pale fingers toyed with my cheek. The rod, now closer as she leaned down, radiated hot breath and its musky scent.
The princess gazed at me with hazy blue eyes and whispered.
"Yes... Looking at you with eyes so greedy, like a Melka eyeing prey... it feels strange. It's getting harder... it aches. Odd feeling. I think I get a little why those ladies keep chasing it."
What... are you saying? Prey before a Melka... like a dog...? Me...?
Drop, drop. Splash. Liquid from my mouth hit the water. I frantically wiped my lips—sticky saliva coated them.
Hotness touched the opposite cheek where slender fingers played.
"Or... is this love? I don't think I'm that loose..."
What on earth is she talking about?
"...I-It must be the potion making you, um, excited."
"Is that so?"
The fully erect shaft rested atop my head. Its pulsing veins felt like they were invading my brain.
"I don't know. For something so noble... you look awfully familiar with it."
"..."
My thoughts wouldn't turn.
"Are you just that skilled? Or... are you deceiving me?"
Precum leaked from the tip, slicking my scalp. Mixed with water, it trickled to my lips. Deep in my belly clenched tight—the spot my fingers couldn't fill last night.
"But... more than that, shall we quench this heat together first? We can talk after."
The weight lifted, and soon the princess's face drew near. Her once-pale cheeks were flushed hot. Her blue eyes were glazed, reason fading.
"You seem to want it too."
My vision blurred. I rationalized in my mind. No escaping this. With the princess... no one would find out. It'd stay secret. Like it never happened.
Yes, this was just... helping an uncomfortable princess. The duty of an imperial noble... no, a citizen.
So... no problem. I'm... not weird.