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Day 28

I had almost forgotten about the Princess’s condition and the week of sleepless nights of recreating her wardrobe when she barged into my workshop this morning. When I asked, rather shortly, what was the royal matter she opened her arms and gestured at her torso. “You can see them!”

It immediately obivious what she referred to as them but then I saw the curves below her breasts, not to mention the tip of her tail poking out below the hem of her skirt. Honestly I wondered how she’d gotten through the entire feast day without anyone noticing that. I demanded she show me the damage and after double checking the lock on the door she obeyed. I couldn’t help but parrot her assertions that she would not indulge in the cause of her morphological condition again back at her. Her cheeks almost reached the color of the fur that coated her thighs. She made excuses, extolling about how good Alonus, the beast’s name, smelled now and what a good companion he was.

I, being a good loyal servant, reminded her that she was flirting with sending the kingdom in to a succession crisis if she didn’t get a handle on this. At over twenty years she couldn’t dodge suitors forever, and they had to at least pretend she a virgin. She nodded and begged me to find an alchemist she could trust. I agreed to make some distrect inquiries if she promised to restrain her appetites. Once she consented to my terms I turned to the issue at hand.

The fur wasn’t the issue, the second pair of breasts and the lengthened tail were the immediate problem but I could see plenty of additional challenges that were about to blossom. Those additional nipples could swell into even more breasts but even more disturbing were the ridges and swellings on her back. Feeling them confirmed that a second set of shoulder blades were forming, heralding the growth of new limbs.

Formal gowns only, I announced to her, corsets, full length gowns and a chastity belt for good measure.
She went full royal on me, which I endured, then reminded her that it would be this or risk discovery which would certainly result in her “pet” being killed. That popped the attitude right quick. Despite what its doing to her body, she’s convinced herself she loves the thing. Unfortunately she got her revenge. I’ve been promoted from seamstress to personal maid servant on the basis that someone is going to need to help her dress now.

Annoyed and mourning my own lazy mornings, I took her measurements in less professional manner. Turns out that fur and tail are very sensitive. I really didn’t need to map the thickness of her thighs but I enjoyed the way my tape measure made her quiver.

Afterward, she told to move into the servant quarters connected to her suite this afternoon.

I have the vague sense that I’ve been played somehow.

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Day 100

The Princess tells me she is tired of appearing as a hippo in a bathrobe. I could do naught but yowl in pleasure and loyalty in reply. At my calmest and most composed moments I have difficulty with human speech now, the Princess made coherence impossible with her tentacle. She’s developed a fondness for pinning me against a wall, bed or simply trapping me in an embrace and filling me with the club of at least one of her tentacles, while the other squeezes my breasts or explores my throat. The fearsome teeth are retractable and how it squirms! Swiftly, I am reduced to quivering lump of flesh, mewling piteously for more. Fortunately the Princess delights in abusing me thus. So calmly, as I writhe, she relates the going ons at court or notes the changes that each one of the countless orgasms I have experienced in the last month as wrought. She calls me her talented toy and it makes me shiver.

Sometimes, as an amusement, she hides me beneath her skirt and we attend court. My memories of such adventures grows hazy as luxuriating within her scent in such a confined space quickly submerges whatever shred of dignity I have retained beneath a vapid lust. My world shrinks to whether or not her legs are wide enough for my tongue to reach her sex. I’ve gotten quite proficient with enticing a orgasmic roar from the princess.

The court, so far as I know, pretends not to notice the heir to the throne's behavior. I have no idea how. She towers over the largest knights and has more muscle than most of their horses. I suppose my perspective might be off, as my own measurements have dwindled to numbers I have not possessed since the days of my apprenticeship. If it were not for my… multiple busts, I’d be mistaken for a child. Or an enormous tabby cat. I go back and forth on clothing myself. The fluff that has grown in nearly every where except for my still human hands, gives me some pleasing curves that are sadly absent now. I’ve grown quite skinny. Alonus tells me I’m growing prettier every day. He… groomed me once. I think my tail grew a full foot longer. Or maybe the rest of me shrank more. Its hard to tell.

He brings me raw meat to eat since I have no time to hunt for myself. Between sex, sewing and sleep I’m lucky to have anytime to brush the juices out of my fur. When I’m not adjusting the Princess wardrobe, I’m tailoring or making uniforms for the rest of the castle’s servants. It started with that guard, who turned out to be a bit foxy beneath his uniform. Canine cock, while not royal, has a flavor that I quite like. So I exchanged some talioring for a bit of a tumble. Course his friend needed some of my services as well.

It got a wee bit out of hand. The Princess only allows me to tend five other servants a day now. Still this is what I mean by the courts willful ignorance of all of this. You can scarcely open a closet without finding a pair of servants fornicating. Most haven’t changed as far as I or the Princess but I can smell the lust that wafts through the halls.

Now I’m to design an outfit for the Princess that hides nothing. We shall see how far her father’s blindness goes.