The Training of Jeff Stintum, Chapter 27, Part 1

Here's the first part of the next chapter!  I'll be posting part 2 in the next day or two.

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Chapter 27: Ready for Round Two

Sarah closed her eyes for a moment at Jeff’s abrupt question. He backed up a step from her massive body so he could see past her protruding breasts and up into her face, gauging her reaction. He was totally exposed now — by blurting out such a question, and by failing to hide the desperate longing in his voice, he had effectively outed himself. There could be no question now, in the minds of both his parents and Sarah, that he was head-over-heels for her…and more. He could feel his little heart beating blood through his skinny limbs as he strained to look way up into Sarah’s face. It was so far away that he had to really try and focus his eyesight to get a clear impression of her reaction. And her eyes were closed…she kept them closed for several moments. Was she upset? Angry? Irritated? What?? Jeff’s parents just stood there passively, having no idea what kind of dynamic was going on in front of them. They knew enough, however, to know that something was going on — and…without even realizing it, they waited for Sarah’s reaction to dictate their own.  

Sarah opened her eyes and looked straight down at Jeff. His blood warmed in his body…she wasn’t angry, or irritated. She was exhilarated — the slow sea green of her eyes regarded him playfully, but with a thrilled intensity that intimidated him and made him innumerable promises of training to come. As they locked eyes, Jeff knew what her stare meant: if he was going back to live with her, she was going to train him more. She was going to do more lewd things to him…she was going to put the sound back in his cock to make it grow bigger…she was going to make him watch her have sex with other people…she was going to make him go back into the cage…she was going to make him cum in new ways, ways that he had never imagined…she was going to treat him like an animal — to teach him how to worship her…to train him how to become the exact pet she wanted.  

Jeff knew all this as he looked way up into her calmly burning eyes. All the strangeness of the past week, and of the questions still swirling about in his head about his surgery, coalesced in his brain when he was looking at her. Nothing else mattered: he just wanted to be back with her. He didn’t care if that meant sitting in a cage all day in her house, alone. He longed desperately for the sound of her coming in the door from work — he could almost feel his knuckles whitening as he sat up excitedly and gripped the cage bars when he heard her jingling keys. He didn’t care that she had broken him. She had hallowed him out into a husk of a human that only she could fill.

And looking down on him like this, with his parents awkwardly cowering off to the side, she knew his thoughts. She had him. Her plan was working seamlessly. She felt a powerful twinge in her pussy as it started leaking cum. She flared her nostrils as she continued bearing down on him with her steady eyes, feeling the slow burn of her orgasm creeping through the tendrils of her nerves. Was her cum bleeding through her jean shorts? Would the Stintums notice? As Sarah continued to hold Jeff in her eyes, she hoped that they did. She felt herself gush a bit — that would definitely bleed through. She hoped that his parents heard the faint sounds of her squelching pussy as it came again and again; she hoped they saw the dark stain of her cum widening in her crotch. In that moment, Sarah felt more aggressive, and more in control, than she ever had in her life before. She had Jeff right where she wanted him: begging for more of what he could only begin to imagine. She sighed, doing little to disguise her pleasure as she breathed out.  

“Well, Jeff,” she said smoothly, appreciating how rich and textured her voice sounded in the deathly quiet living room, “that depends. Are you going to follow my rules?”  

“Yes!” said Jeff energetically as he looked up, pleading, into her eyes. It was like his parents weren’t even there — he wasn’t bothering to hide anything anymore.  

“Oh you are?” asked Sarah in the same smooth voice. She arched her back gracefully and bent down at the waist, so that her body formed a voluptuous 90-degree angle as she brought her face down close to Jeff’s. He had to take another step back, so imposing was her descent. Her huge face was now just a foot away from his, still taller. “Because there are going to be more rules this time around.”  

“M-more?” squeaked Jeff.  

Sarah nodded her head at him, blinking slowly. “MmmHmm…more. And these rules…well…Jeff, I just don’t know that you’ll be able to keep up with all of them.”

“I will!” said Jeff strenuously as he tightened his hands around the crutch handles. Without even noticing it, he was straining his body and standing on his tiptoes. Sarah blinked slowly down at him again as she laughed softly, sending her sweet breath cascading over his face and through his nostrils.  

“I don’t knowwww,” she said, playfully cocking her head at him as her luscious voice soaked the air between them like syrup. “These new rules are very strict. No one else has ever been able to follow them before…before they gave out.”

“I don’t care!” said Jeff defiantly, surprising himself with his energy and resolve. He hadn’t spoken like this…with such conviction…in weeks, months, maybe ever. “I just want to try! I want it!”  

Sarah regarded him silently for another moment, and then her face broke into such a pleasant and gorgeous smile that Jeff had to blink tears away from his eyes. It was happening…it was really happening! She was going to let him come back and live with her! She was going to take him back!

Sarah straightened herself back up to her full height, and in the place of her face Jeff again regarded the middle of her taut stomach, her muscles showing gently through her tight white top. He noticed that he didn’t have to look down at all to view her huge creamy thighs, which met her massive elegant hips right about at his shoulders’ height. A dark stain was visible on the crotch of her tight jeans shorts, and Jeff knew that it was because she had cum several times while looking down at him. Far above, he saw her scrunch her nose at him and give him a wink as she turned to his parents.  

“Well!” she said happily to his parents, clapping her huge hands together so that they jumped. “It sounds like Jeff’s ready for round two of treatment at my place!”

“Y-yes, it…uh, it seems so,” said his mother uneasily. She was looking at Jeff, straining to try and understand what all that had been about, and then she looked back up at Sarah. She blinked blankly, still not able to process her size, her confidence…her entire person.  

“Excellent, that’s settled then,” chirped Sarah as her long thick fingers played with each other in intricate patterns. “Jeff, why don’t you go upstairs and pack your things, and we’ll be on our way!”

“I, uh…” stammered his mother, alarmed by how fast everything was moving, “I—I can go with you, Jeff…I c-can help you, uh, you know…pack everything. Make sure that you…you get up the, uh, stairs ok.”

“No Mrs. Stintum,” said Sarah kindly as she shook her head, “one of the cornerstones to recovery is learning how to do things for yourself again.” She smiled over at Jeff, who was already making his way to the stairs. “He might take longer than someone else, but he’s got to go at his own pace, you know? To take it one bit at a time, as he learns what he can do and what’s pushing it too much. Right, Jeff?”  

“Right,” he said as he carefully and slowly began climbing the stairs, using both feet to ascend deliberately, one stair at a time. He didn’t care that Sarah was messing with everyone now; he didn’t care that she was delighting in the irony that his parents couldn’t even begin to understand. He was just focused on getting his things packed as soon as possible.  

Jeff’s parents found themselves alone with Sarah. The last minute of interaction between their son and this behemoth of a woman had confused them into a jarring state of unease. They didn’t know what was happening, but the way that Sarah’s curves seemed were straining her clothes…the way that Jeff seemed like a desperate child around her…the pleading look in his eyes…and the way that Sarah was smiling down confidently at them now…it all told them that whatever was going on, it was sexual. Jeff’s mother suddenly noticed the wet spot of Sarah’s cum that had bled through the crotch of her jeans, and she experienced a deeply disconcerting mixture of fear for her son and arousal. With helpless disgust, she noticed her own pussy starting to lubricate itself; she couldn’t look away from Sarah’s crotch, and as she looked, the stain grew.

Both of Jeff’s parents were urgently hoping that Sarah would speak, that she would start saying words that would clear up everything for them and reassure them that something horribly bizarre wasn’t going on. But Sarah said nothing. She simply looked down on Mr. and Mrs. Stintum with a kind of knowing, furtive stare that did nothing to set them at ease.

“Uh, d-do you…uh, do…do you think it’s, uh…it’s best that he…that he go back with you, Sarah?” stuttered his mom.

“Oh I think so,” said Sarah airily, with a smile and a casual wave of her hand. “I think it’s a good sign that Jeff wants to go back to an environment where he can expect a…disciplined recovery.”

His parents were silent for a few moments, and they looked at each other fearfully. They could barely recognize each other — neither of them had any idea what to do.