Chapter 4

She kept wondering, wondering…

Wondering as well why she was wondering so much, or why she worried about anything—or anyone—when her body was just so… gosh darn flawless!

She started thinking about her flaws, her insecurities, but naturally, like the eyes of all those who beheld her, her thoughts were brought back to her strengths, her superiority as a woman.

Her face.

No. Not yet. Her face was too perfect to be described.

Not yet. No, not yet.

After her legs, ass, and breasts, perhaps what she should notice was… her body. Her torso.

Specifically, that area where she wanted to work the most, and where the years of exercise and intense training had yielded the most… mixed results.

Her tummy. Her waist. Her flawless, hourglass shape now laden with beautiful, mostly hard muscles.

Even more so than her mother, the princess had an outrageous hourglass physique. Not just a classic guitar shape with “small waist, wide hips”, but one that approached Jessica Rabbit levels of waist-to-hips ratios.

Her tummy was to thin and her waist so minuscule men enjoyed picking her up like a cup from there. The biggest guys could literally wrap their hands around her belly and lift her like those big footballs trophies.

A literal trophy wife she would be if she was more submissive or if her men weren’t always so disappointing.

Her waist was… small, small, small. Frankly, minuscule.

Again: no one believed it was natural, as it should not have been anatomically possible without removing at least two ribs. Usually, four.

But hers was—and it only went to show how uniquely genetically endowed her bloodline was.

Her tiny waist was made even more tiny, even more obscenely narrow by her wide, fertile hips.

Hips and a crotch that had gentle “bumps” on them.

Her ovaries.

Her eggs.

Her womb was actually oversized. Her hips had to be wide enough to hold it, and even so, only barely.

Her womb would have been too big even for a woman literally two feet taller, and in her petite, compact body… damn. Her womb was almost bursting through her sides!

Her eggs showed up on the sides of her hips, just under that part where they waved inward and narrower toward her navel, forming her microscopic waistline.

Her eggs, themselves twice as big as the ovaries of a common woman, gently bulged out of her body, throbbing sensibly whenever she was in heat—like in that moment, in the gym, paralyzed just like the other gym-goers as she looked at…

… she looked at…

HIM.

“Damn…….”

Her ovaries throbbed, and her body shook with the gradual heating up of her baby factories.

She’d never had kids, and she never thought about it, and she never thought it was a problem—until now!

Now…

“I need to make babies.”

To make babies with HIM.