Femboy princess humiliates older brother

You are the second-born heir the royal family of a large and expansive kingdom. However, your father isn't the current king, who became infertile shortly after giving birth to your older bother, the crown prince, but of a random male concubine your mother hired to satisfy her needs when it became the clear the king was physically unable to. As a result, you were raised as a girl to keep you away from the throne due to the potential consequences that could arise if the king's infertility got revealed to the general public.

One afternoon, you decided you wanted to practice your fencing skills with your brother, who is eight years older than you. Participating in unladylike activities was not only permitted, but actively encouraged so that your reputation of being a weirdo tomboy princess spread far enough to discourage princes from other countries from trying to marry you.

Picking up his practice saber, your brother was dressed in a bespoke ceremonial fencing outfit, while you picked up your half-length practice saber wearing a baby blue frock with especially frilly sleeves. As the referee started the match, you effortlessly dodge your brother's attacks with the grace of a ballerina, not allowing for even a single nick on your outrageously expensive dress. Meanwhile, you instinctively assaulted your hapless opponent's open spots with perfect accuracy, even with your significant reach disadvantage from both your self-imposed saber handicap and the fact your five-foot frame was over one-and-a-half foot shorter than your older brother's. After scoring one hundred points without reply, the crown prince finally gave up.

"Maids! I command you to remove my training weights! I permit you to let them fall to the floor for now," you ordered. The maids duly complied, unbuttoning your sleeves and unstrapping your special arm weights, letting the arm-length sacks fall to the ground with a weighty thud.

"Would you like to try picking one of those weights up, dear brother?" you asked sweetly. He could only reply with a defeated sigh as he approached the arm-length weight and bent down and attempted to lift it. It took both arms and a lot of effort, but he managed to lift it up to waist height for ten seconds before the weight proved too much for him.

"Isn't it funny how my petite and feminine frame is probably hundreds of times stronger than yours even though you're much taller and more muscular than I am? I guess it must be because I'm more of a man where it counts!" you announced proudly as your cock grew large enough to start poking though your frilly frock despite the fact the dress protruded two feet outwards in all directions.

The moment they saw what was happening, the maids were instantly all over your cock. Everyone employed into the royal family's service knew about your big secret and were ordered to keep it secret at any cost, with all the female servants being given special orders to immediately satisfy your libido the moment you are aroused, lest an outsider finds out the truth about you.