The Training of Jeff Stintum Ch. 11

"So...so you play, uh...play sexy games with all these other guys too?"

Sarah smiled and arched her eyebrow at him. "Who said it was only with guys Jeff?" She enjoyed another blank stare from him as she continued: "Yes, I have fun sexy times with all these other people too."

"W-what kind of sexy times?" Jeff couldn't help but ask — he was terrified of feeling inadequate as he knew, somewhere deep in his mind, that he was not pulling much weight in this particular exchange.

Sarah stroked his thigh with one of her fingers. "That's private, baby. You wouldn't want me telling all those other people about the dynamic we have together, now would you?"

There was that word again. Jeff didn't understand it, and since he was on a role of blurting out questions, he continued. "What do you mean, "dynamic?" W-what does that...that word mean?"

"Jeff," said Sarah softly, reaching out both arms and pulling the coffee table (with Jeff on it) up close to her, so that he was right in front of her. "Try and relax when you're speaking to me. I don't want you to be so stressed out all the time." She blew a warm stream of gentle air at his face which ruffled his hair and made his eyes water a little. She reached out and put both arms around his neck, but then had to remove them quickly, because Jeff started to collapse under their weight. She chuckled a little as she settled for one arm on his shoulder, her fingers playing with one of his ears like he was a pet bunny.

"A "dynamic" is when two or more people have an open power exchange." Sarah knew this was going to be complicated for Jeff, so she proceeded slowly, deliberately. She liked doing it at this pace, anyway, and she could feel a gathering puddle in her snatch start to simmer again.

"Power...exchange?"

"Yes, baby."

Jeff tried to wrap his mind around this elusive phrase, but he came up with nothing. "I don't get it," he said flatly.

"Think of it this way," said Sarah as she took each of his hands in one of hers. Her hands were so huge that Jeff couldn't even see his own hands when she held them. His dick started to get hard again and he felt a twinge of panic creeping in. "We all have power in our lives, right? We decide what we're going to do for a career; we decide when we're going to eat and go to the bathroom; we decide how we're going to respond to other people; we decide when we're going to go to sleep...you catching my drift here?"

Jeff nodded. In this position, sitting naked right in front of Sarah, who loomed over him with both of his hands in her mammoth claws, nodding was just about all he could do. Sarah smiled and continued. "So in a "power exchange," some adults, maybe just two like you and me, or maybe more, decide to take or give more power than they're used to having in everyday life."

Jeff sat there for a while, his mind blank. He had no way to respond to these words. Finally, he found the only response that made any sense to him: "Why?"

Sarah squeezed his hands and laughed. "Why? Because it's hot!"

"N-no it's not," said Jeff, fear growing in his belly. "It's weird."

Sarah laughed again, but this time louder. "Oho, Jeff! Come on — you can't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about." The simmer in her loins was growing and spreading like a heat wave.

"I-I don't! I don't!" cried Jeff, fearing the hungry glint in Sarah's eyes.

"Yes you do Jeff," she said huskily. "Yes you do. And I'll show you." With that, she seized Jeff's right hand and held it up to her own left hand. The size difference was unmistakable to the point of comical. His fingers only came up to the first knuckle on each of her fingers, and his palm was so dwarfed by hers that it was obvious, even to Jeff, that her hand was at least three times bigger than his. He felt a lurch in his prostate.

"Look at that," said Sarah simply. "Just look at that, Jeff." He did, and was unable to prevent his cock from rising and rising with each mocking word that Sarah uttered. "And how about this," she said suddenly, extending her forearm out as she held his out next to hers. "Look at that."

Jeff did. The difference ridiculous. It looked like the arm of a skinny ten year-old boy placed next to the arm of a fully-grown, voluptuous woman. "Can you even believe it?" asked Sarah excitedly, her nostrils flaring as she looked at Jeff. "Here, try and put your hand around my wrist." Mechanically Jeff did, and was only able to get about two thirds of the way around, if that.

"Oh, can't get all the way around, can you?" asked Sarah in a pouty voice. "My turn." And she took her hand and wrapped it with startling ease around his bony little wrist. She turned and maneuvered his wrist in her hand, and it was clear to Jeff that she could have snapped it right then and there if she wished. His cock got harder still.

"Ooooo Jeff," cooed Sarah, going down his forearm, continuing to show how she could wrap her hand all the way around it, "you're liking this, aren't you?" Jeff was unable to answer her. She laughed at him, in what was almost a little snarl, as she wrapped her hand all the way around his bicep.

"Look Jeff," she said in a throaty whisper. "I can get my hand all the way around it. Easily" Jeff didn't want to look, and instead looked down at his legs.

"Oh, legs is it?" said Sarah quizzically, "you wanna compare legs, huh?"

"No!" exclaimed Jeff, finding his voice. "No, I don't!"

"No?" asked Sarah, more gentle, "Ok, then we can stop." And she reached in and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek with her big lips before she sat back on the sofa, looking at his naked shaking form with a mild amused smile.

"See Jeff?" she said after a few moments of decompression. "That's play."

He continued shaking for a bit longer, unsure exactly of what was causing him to shake. Was it fear? Excitement? Some combination of both? Jeff didn't know, but what was clear is that he was extremely aroused. From his sitting position his dick was once again pointed at the ceiling. He didn't know what to make of any of this, and Sarah's patient relaxed pose on the sofa was not helping him calm his nerves. After a few more moments Sarah spoke again.

"Aww, I'm sorry Jeff — all of this is probably a bit overwhelming for you right now, huh? Sometimes I forget how all this stuff isn't more normal. Although Jeff —" and here she smiled slyly at him, "I would have expected an artist like you to be a bit more...familiar with alternative expressions of sexuality."

Jeff tried to answer something retorting, but it caught in his throat and Sarah laughed it away, her voice overpowering his: "But anyway, let's get you warm. You've been in your birthday suit for a while now...since..." and Sarah checked the clock in the corner, "well, I guess not that long, but it doesn't matter. You're shivering in any case, you poor thing."

She took a blanket from the sofa and then motioned with a finger for Jeff to come sit down next to her on the sofa. He did and she gave him a big smile, evidently pleased with him following her wordless order. Then she draped the blanket over his skinny naked form — it completely covered his body, and there were ample folds left over.

"There we go," said Sarah softly, and seeing the blanket cover his whole body made her smile. "This is the blanket I use to cover up my legs when I'm doing work here on the sofa." She was about to make a teasing comment about how the blanket completely covered Jeff, but...

"Enough play for tonight," she said, half to Jeff and half to herself, winking at him, "although I should point out, Jeff: I've noticed you getting smaller."

Jeff's stomach lurched within him. "W-what??" he asked weakly from inside the blanket. "What are you talking about?"

"Just what I said," said Sarah, completely seriously. "since I've last seen you I think you've gotten skinnier, and I even think that you've gotten a little shorter."

"T-that's not possible," Jeff protested, turning completely in the blanket to face her on the sofa. "G-grown men don't shrink!"

Sarah couldn't help but shake a little to herself in laughter as she bent her head down and closed her eyes for a moment. He had just referred to himself as a "grown man." She recovered quickly, though, and regained her serious tone. "Well, actually, Jeff, in people with your condition, it can happen."

"How?" Jeff would have been more indignant if he had more energy, but Sarah had literally sucked it out of him.

"Well," said Sarah patiently, "right now the ball of your right femur is degenerating. And you're a Stage 4 avascular necrosis, so there's already been extensive decay. In these situations, the bone can literally collapse, and I think unfortunately that's what's happened with you."

The big words once again confused Jeff. "W-will I keep shrinking?" he managed to ask.

Sarah shrugged her big shoulders. "It depends. We'll have to see how your surgery goes, and if your left hip develops any problems in the future. Unfortunately, you have around an 80% chance of developing the same thing in the left hip eventually."

"I...I don't think I've shrunk," said Jeff stubbornly after a few moments. "I think maybe it's the lighting or something."

Sarah laughed. "The lighting. Right...well, there's an easy way to find out. Come on to the kitchen." And Jeff managed to get up and follow Sarah's swaying size into her kitchen, trailing behind her still wrapped in her blanket. Sarah rummaged around in one of her drawers before she pulled out a tape measure, which she held up to Jeff teasingly, shaking it at his face.

"This'll tell us," she said brightly, and then motioned for him to lose the blanket and stand against the wall. Jeff did, and Sarah came up and calmly measured his height. Jeff felt like the tape measure was a weapon in her hand, but he also felt, as she stood there over him measuring (and his face almost in her big breasts), that she was...taking care of him? He wasn't sure what it was. But a kind of warmth passed through his tired body, even as he stood there, nude and afraid.

"Stand up straight Jeff, please," said Sarah cooly. "I know you're not 5'2." Jeff thought he had been standing up straight, and extended his neck out some more and lifted his chin up in the air. "No, no, Jeff," laughed Sarah, wrapping her hand around one of his shoulders and part of his upper back, "I mean like this," and she readjusted his posture with her hand. Jeff felt like he had just been bent into an unnatural shape. He was not used to walking, or standing, with his shoulders back and his chest out.

"Hmmm...aaaaand, yep, I was right," said Sarah matter-of-factly. "You're just under 5'5."

"W-w-what??" Jeff couldn't believe it. He had shrunk? Just because of his stupid hip thing?

"Yeah," said Sarah tenderly, putting the tape measure away and walking back to him, "You got shorter, Jeff." She stood over him and looked for a moment, her eyes traveling across his body. "And you got smaller." Her voice was soft and quiet, almost like she was making an extra effort not to hurt his feelings.

"I don't — I-I don't," stammered Jeff in protest, but standing there naked in front of Sarah's prodigious curves and intimidating height, he simply couldn't find the words to contradict her. He was short and small.

"It's your lifestyle too, Jeff," she breathed down to him, almost in a whisper. "All that drinking and smoking and not eating well. It takes a toll on your body, and especially your bones." Jeff would have reacted angrily to these words if spoken by anyone else in any other tone, but Sarah's quiet, tender, sober tone disarmed him and neutralized any protest in his throat. He didn't even bother to wonder how Sarah knew about his lifestyle. She was right, just like she was right about everything else.

"I care about you Jeff," Sarah continued, "and I want to help you." She knelt down in front of him, her head coming up to the middle of his neck. "I think three weeks is too long to wait for your surgery. Tomorrow I want you to call the hospital and ask for Monica, and reschedule your appointment for next week. Can you do that, Jeff?"

Jeff's head was spinning even more than it had been before — so now she knew about when his surgery was planned! Did she know everything about him?? He looked at her concerned face and felt afraid of what was lurking behind it. But still, he could not deny her, and he nodded his head.

"Tell me, Jeff," she said quietly. "Tell me you're going to do it."

"I'm—I'm going to do it." His voice sounded small and high-pitched and defeated next to hers.

"Mmmm, good," she said almost in a purr as she squeezed his biceps in her hands as she stood up, rising above him. "Now — and this is the other part that I really want you to follow — you really can't be putting weight on your right leg for the next week. The bone's partially collapsed, and any more weight on it might cause a total disintegration, which would be painful and complicate your surgery."

"H—how do you know all this?" asked Jeff plainly.

"You've lost height," said Sarah. "That means the femur collapse has already started to happen. I should have measured you earlier tonight, just to check, but anyway..." and she laughed a little here, "How do I know all this, Jeff? Remember, I'm in my orthopedic phase?"

Jeff stared up at her blankly.

"Remember, Jeff? Orthopedics? Bones and muscles? Ringing any bells?" She laughed at his silence. "It's ok, Jeff. Point is, be glad I'm here, because you're going to be staying with me until your surgery next week." She had turned and was walking toward the other side of the kitchen. Jeff limped after her without thinking, naked again and completely taken aback.

"W-what?" he asked after her, trying to keep up. "I-I'm g-g-oing to be staying, with...with —"

"With me, yes, Jeff," said Sarah patiently. She had opened the door to her pantry and had ducked her body in, evidently looking for something. Her muffled voice came out of the open doorway. "Your parents actually contacted me a few days ago."

"They...they did?" Jeff couldn't believe all this had happened without him knowing.

"Yes, they did. And they said they were very worried about you." Sarah poked her head out of the doorway and looked at Jeff seriously. "Your parents are really sweet, you know...and you know how much they care about you, right?"

"Y-yeah, yeah, I know," said Jeff, trying to speak defensively but failing due to his utter lack of energy. How had his parents known how to contact her, anyway? It was all too much. Sarah ducked her head back into the pantry and continued talking.

"Well, I told them that I'd be happy to host you until your surgery...you know, a change of venue? Somewhere you can be looked after by someone who knows what's happening to your body...you know. But Jeff —" and Sarah had emerged from the pantry. She was holding a pair of crutches in her hand.

"If you're gonna stay with me here, you need to follow my rules."

"W-what are those for?" asked Jeff fearfully.

"They're for you, Jeff. I want you to use them whenever you walk around. Here, try them out."

She handed them down to Jeff, who accepted them automatically, although by this point his brain was far, far behind the trajectory of the conversation.

"Oh, sorry!" said Sarah quickly, taking the crutches back and readjusting them down a good number of metal pegs. "They were set for my height the last time I needed them. Gosh — three years ago, back when I sprained my ankle running. Man, time flies!" She handed them back to Jeff, who was imagining how tall Sarah was when she was 18. How tall was she now? He suddenly, desperately wanted to know, and his cock began to rise again. What was this feeling?

Sarah chuckled softly at him. "Is this turning you on, Jeff? Come on, give them a go. I want to see you using them." Jeff put both crutches on the floor and heaved himself forward. "Easy, easy," said Sarah gently to him. "Just walk normally with them."

After a few laps around her kitchen, Jeff got the hang of the crutches. Sarah had watched him silently as she leaned against her pantry door, her arms folded casually across her chest. As he walked on his crutches for her, Jeff couldn't help but feel like he was performing for her, like she was making him do some kind of trick for her. And Jeff didn't know why, but this thought only made his cock get harder. Once he was done with his third lap around her kitchen, he was rock hard.

"Good, Jeff," said Sarah, smiling. "I think you got it." She eyed his cock momentarily, but then switched and looked down at his face. "Now, keeping on those crutches is the first rule. The second rule, Jeff, is that you can't smoke here."

"C-can't smoke?" Jeff was thoroughly addicted to cigarettes. He couldn't just stop!

"That's right," said Sarah, still looking down at him with her arms still folded. "You can go buy nicotine patches or gum or whatever, but you have to stop smoking." She looked at his surprised reaction and gave him a playful smile. "Doctor's orders," she said, winking at him.

"And the third and final rule," said Sarah, "is that you can't drink any alcohol, unless you're drinking with me."

"H-how...?" Jeff didn't know what to say.

"Remember," said Sarah firmly, with emphasis in her voice, "you can only drink with me. We've gotta get that intake under control. Sound good?"

Jeff couldn't answer. Sarah put her hands on her knees and peered down at him so that their faces were almost even. Her face was full of compassion.

"Why don't we go to bed, huh? Do you want to go to bed with me? I can see that you're exhausted, and I have to get up early tomorrow for work. Why don't you think about staying here with me, and following those rules, over a good night's sleep, huh"

For some reason Jeff felt like resisting Sarah's words, even though she spoke them in a kind, soft, gentle voice. There were too many things happening at once in his head. But one thing was certain: he was dead tired. He had no physical or mental energy left. He simply nodded his head at Sarah and she nodded back sympathetically at him — he made eye contact with her kneeling form before quickly dropping his glance to his feet, unable to sustain her eyes.

"Come on, little guy, the bedroom's that way —" and she pointed with a long finger. "Why don't you lead on. But remember, on those crutches!"

He obligingly did. With Sarah's huge form behind him, walking patiently in short strides to accommodate him, Jeff walked himself on the crutches towards the bedroom, feeling Sarah eyeing him like a piece of meat from behind. On the way he happened to glance over at the clock in the corner of the room. 8:43.