The Training of Jeff Stintum Ch. 27

Chapter 27: The Red Light

Jeff wondered how it was that he could be so continuously amazed by Sarah's body, even though he had seen her, and felt her, up close so many times. But as he heard Sarah hum deeply down at him as she pulled out of his parent's driveway and drove down the road, he couldn't help his eyes drifting downward to gawk at her body. It was almost stupid, cartoonish, how her curves filled the seat, how her thighs seemed to rise up, up, up to meet the steering wheel, how her ass strained her jean shorts to the limit and cascaded over both sides of the driver's seat, and how her torso sat strong and upright, a mighty pillar of quiet strength and confidence, as she effortlessly supported her massive bulk. She sat like a monarch, her bracelets softly jingling on her arms as she lightly touched the steering wheel right and left.

He heard the soft huff of an exhaled laugh come out of her nose, and he snapped his eyes away from her thighs and brought them up to her face. She was looking at him side-eyed and smiling gently; from Jeff's side vantage point, her glance made her look mischievous and playful. He turned and looked out the window, feeling an odd and sudden determination to hold his composure. He didn't know why he had been struck by the certain urge, but in this moment all he wanted to do was act as normally as possible. Though he wasn't aware of it, he harbored this desire because he wanted to prove to Sarah that he has somehow "gotten better" since their last encounter, that he had become stronger, more adult, more capable. All of these feelings stemmed from a desire to impress her.

The trees on the right side of the street passed silently by his vision — the whole world was moving slowly, prompted by Sarah's effortless, gently insistent driving. Jeff felt a thrilled shot go through him as he realized that every gentle press of Sarah's foot on the gas pedal, every careful brake and subsequent resumption of gas and propelling force, brought him closer...closer to her house, to her sofa, to the smell of her house...to a life with her. As he watched ordinary things pass by on the sidewalk — the trees, people walking their dogs, people jogging, neighbors checking their mail — it was difficult to maintain his composure. He felt such a rush of maddening excitement at the intensity of the contrast between what was happening in all these "ordinary lives" and what was happening in his. He almost wanted to roll his window down and shout to these people how he was moving back in with Sarah, how he had been claimed by her, and how they had no idea what had happened between them, and what was going to happen.

Jeff himself didn't know what the future held, but he automatically assumed that it would all be more of the same of what he remembered from before: Sarah teasing him, comparing her body to his, giving him blowjobs, snuggling with him, eating meals with him, and looking down at him with that totally unique expression of confident kindness and naughtiness that only she could pull off. He had forgotten his fear, the twin scars on his upper thighs, the fierce flash in her eyes as she forced her fingers up into his prostate, her merciless humiliation of him in front of the mirror, and the smirk on her face as she had stood over him, her naked body shining with sweat, after she had sent Steve off on a walk around the block. These memories could still come back to Jeff during intense and horrible flashback moments of introspection, but they were all diluted, or just washed completely away, when he was in her presence. The proximity of her body and her aura exerted a powerful effect on his memory, and his simple instincts took over — he unconsciously found himself operating under the assumption, once again, that they were somehow boyfriend and girlfriend, or at least courting each other as such. His expectations of this relationship had been modified now that Sarah had emotionally broken him; he no longer fantasized about wowing Sarah with his masculine wiles. But she had not yet penetrated far enough to fundamentally shift his psyche — he openly accepted and celebrated his submission to her, his tininess compared to her, and his mental and physical weakness compared with her strength. But he was still in the early stages of his training; he still had his own ambitions, and those centered on what he imagined was going to be a happy life with Sarah, where he could admire her in all her glory, up close, every day.

Sarah looked over and down at Jeff as he faced he window. She too was struggling to retain her composure, but for very different reasons. The past week had been difficult for her, and she had delved into her research as a way of coping with the almost-unbearable arousal she had been feeling ever since she had performed Jeff's surgery. She knew that she was completely safe — that there was no way any of the surgeons or technicians or anesthesiologists or anyone else was going to say anything. She had been very careful to cover her tracks, and to ensure that she had compromising information about all of them, should they suddenly become in a divulgatory mood. But even with everything secure, she could still hardly believe that she had managed to pull it all off. And to see the effects in front of her a week later, with Jeff standing up before her (and in front of his parents, no less!) and clocking in at 4'11...well, it was nothing short of perfect. How could she possibly have been expected to keep from orgasming as she saw him stand up in front of her? She had felt such a rush of power, almost like Dr. Frankenstein must have felt when he breathed life into his creature (she thought, mirthfully recalling AP English 3 years back). In a way, Sarah herself was creating life, a new kind of life, modified to her specifications, and now ripe for preparation, for cooking.

Jeff felt the weight of her stare and turned back to look up at her meekly, and returned her smile as she turned away from him, keeping her eyes on the road. Yes, he certainly seemed submissive enough, broken enough. Just from his deferential little eyes and his timid, unassuming smile in response to hers, in addition to his shameless question, in front of his own parents, about when he could move back in with her, Sarah could tell that he had blocked out the more unpleasant aspects of his preliminary "training" with her. Sarah expected nothing less from Jeff. If she was being honest with herself, she was feeling a little relieved that he had not "come to his senses" and refused to ever see her again. But she had to chuckle a little bit to herself as she realized how absurd this fear of hers had been.

'Just imagine,' she thought to herself, 'him having the self-respect to say no to me.' She had never really been afraid of this happening, but she was so excited, so transported by the desire to own Jeff, to shape him into her perfect sub, to make him utterly hers, that she had to grapple with the thought of suddenly losing him. It was almost like it was too good to be true, and, as a defense mechanism, she had subconsciously forced herself to bleed herself of confidence, as if in preparation for massive disappointment. But two seconds with Jeff and his parents had put all of these fears and anxieties to rest. This was one reason why she had let herself go so shamelessly in front of Mr. and Mrs. Stintum — she had been denying herself for an entire week, and even subconsciously trying to convince herself that it was not going to happen. and so when she saw that everything was in order, and Jeff's puppy-dog little eyes desperately eyeing her, begging her to come back, she had not been able to keep herself from cumming.

"So I can see you haven't really been eating too well, huh?" said Sarah mildly, with a touch of amusement in her voice.

"I...I h-haven't...haven't r-really been th-that...hungry," answered Jeff, hating how he seemed unable to keep from stuttering every other word.

"Mmmm yeah," she said gently, reaching over and brushing his left thigh with her finger, "I didn't think it was really possible before, but it seems like you actually...lost weight since I saw you last."

"W-well...y-yeah, I...I mean, b-because of the...the surgery — " began Jeff, and he suddenly remembered the crazy mystery of his height loss and the second scar, and he was going to ask Sarah all about that, but she interrupted him.

"No, silly," she scoffed lightly, "I'm not talking about the surgery — I mean it actually looks like you've lost even more muscle mass. You look skinner...shrimpier." As she drove smoothly with her left hand she pinched and prodded all over Jeff's body with her right hand, wrapping it most of the way around his upper thigh and squeezing, pinching what little of his quadricep remained, digging her finger playfully into his side and in between the paltry meat of his ribs, and snaking her hand up and around his bicep, easily engulfing it in her huge grip, shaking it humorously.

"God Jeff, are you feeling this?!" she laughed, her eyes on the road. "See how I'm just digging into you with my fingers? Wrapping around you with my hand? Good lord, little guy, how much do you weigh now?"

"I — I d-don't know," he said, soaking up her size teasing while also feeling the burn of her humiliation in his face. He really had become that small, he reminded himself.

"Well, when we get home we'll have to find out," said Sarah. "In fact, I wanna measure you all over when we get back, just to chart your progress...or, more accurately, your regression." He looked over at her and she met his eyes; his stomach turned a little as he saw her sea green irises glinting at him, lit up by the light of the late afternoon sun. He felt a stab of fear rifle through him, but he looked down at her huge thighs filling the driver's seat and felt comforted again.

"Yeah," said Sarah calmly as she continued driving, "if you're gonna get smaller, Jeff, it's not going to be an accident anymore, you understand? Nothing that happens to your body is an accident when I'm in charge of you."

"S-sarah..." began Jeff slowly. He just had to ask her.

"Yes little munchkin?" she asked pleasantly.

"Wh-wha-what h-happened with...with m-my — "

But he was silently interrupted by Sarah's large hand once again closing over his thigh, completely engulfing it as she squeezed with gentle but insistent pressure.

"Jeff," she breathed, "don't get me wrong — I love seeing that you can barely speak around me. It makes me hot — it turns me on. It reminds me how tiny you are. It makes me feel like taking you up in my arms and just squeeeezzzing the cum right out of your little balls." She paused for effect, took a breath, and continued. "But Jeff — come on, try and get a grip, ok? We haven't even started anything yet. I'm glad I get you so hot and bothered, but please, try and just speak normally, alright? Otherwise I know I'm eventually just gonna get impatient."

"O-ook...s-sorry," he began.

"Yes, you're sorry, that's fine — don't worry about it, little guy," she said kindly, squeezing his leg again, but softer this time. "So...you were asking me something?"

"Y-yes...yes," he said. It was Jeff's turn to take a deep breath, and he bore down on himself, determined to speak as normally as he possibly could. "So...the...the surgery?" he began.

"Yes?" asked Sarah, slowing down for a red light. She glanced in her rearview mirror and saw a police car pull in behind her and stop.

"I...I..." Jeff suddenly realized that he had no idea how to phrase his question. He didn't know what he knew, what Sarah knew...he didn't know anything. Had she told him that both of his hips were going to be replaced? Had he just forgotten? Or had she been playing with him the whole time? He had not the slightest clue — he had been so certain, a few days ago, that she had deviously done something to him, but now, as he faced her, he was terrified of accusing her falsely. She might throw him out of her car!

"Well go on Jeff!" she laughed, turning to him as the car sat idle at the red light. "Spit it out, you little tease!"

"I...I..." choked Jeff again, and then his mind suddenly caught fire and he went for it. "I didn't know that it was going to be on both hips!"

"Well, your parents knew," said Sarah, raising her eyebrows as she grinned down at him.

"But...but I didn't know!" he exclaimed, with a bit more energy. His mind was starting to defrost from the instant freeze of seeing Sarah, from the shock of being in her presence once more, and the dark pathogens that had been thriving in his brain were beginning to wake up.

"Why...why didn't you tell me?!" he demanded, looking up at her. He was shivering in fear, but with each passing moment his body was warming to this growing sense of injustice, or violation.

"What, that both of your hips needed replacing?" asked Sarah, her eyes regarding him steadily. "Did you seriously not listen to a word of what I was telling you weeks back?"

"Wh-what!?" asked Jeff incredulously. Had she actually told him?! He strained back weeks into the past, his mind laboring for all it was worth, to try and alight on some memory, something...but he came up with nothing. All his mind could flash back to were the feel of Sarah's mouth overpowering his, her snarling face as she had taken the last inch of his cock down her throat, the inside of the cage, her huge sweaty body standing imposingly before him, the stifling heat of the cage under her bed, a pile of stripped pork bones on a plate, and shot glasses full of his cum. He had nothing...

"I...I don't remember you...you t-telling me any of that, Sarah." But his voice had already lost its bite.

"Come on Jeff," said Sarah gently as the car continued to sit idle, "try and think back. Remember our conversation about avascular necrosis? Hmmm? Remember that one?"

"Uh...a...a little," he said, trying as hard as he could to recall it.

"And remember the statistics I told you?" she continued patiently, her hands reaching over and feeling up his little thighs.

"S-statistics?" he repeated with difficulty, trying as hard as he could to keep his eyes from rolling into the back of his head. He felt her thumb brush his cock, which was already semi-erect.

"Mhmm, yeah, the statistics," she breathed down at him sultrily. "About risk factors, remember?" Her hand reached down and yanked down his pants, and his big cock boinged out like a toy, bobbing stiffly back and forth.

"R-risk...factors?" he almost whined. His heart was racing now, and his face and entire chest were beet-red.

"Yeah," she whispered, and she jacked his cock off a couple times before leaning her huge body over and catching his bobbing dick in her mouth, looking at him straight in the eyes as she sucked intensely on his head. He felt his orgasm quickly bubble up. She clamped down on the base of his cock and took him 6 inches further, sucking on him again powerfully, as he huge face looked up again into his and her eyes rgarded him innocently. "Aaan hooww youuuuu haa' an ate-eeee par-cennn channnsseee o' gettttnnn avassssculaaarr necrosssissss in yerrrr odderrr leggg?" she asked him through his dick. He shook his head as she chuckled into his cock, let out a growl, and shook her head back and forth as she took him all the way into her throat. Her cheeks contracted as her huge tongue raked itself across the sensitive underside of his pulsating member. Jeff screamed as he watched her take him and he shot a healthy string of spunk down her pursing throat. Sarah's eyes widened in exaggeration as her eyebrows went up and down, encouraging him to give her everything as she mocked him. A few seconds later he was done, and she pulled herself off of him with a ravening wriggle and pop.

She looked quickly up at the light, looked right and left, checked her rearview mirror, and then promptly ran the red light. The cop immediately put on his lights and siren and pulled up behind Sarah. Gasping and bewildered from his most recent orgasm, Jeff looked behind at the flashing cop car and then turned to Sarah. Had she meant to do that? What was going on? Sarah turned to look at Jeff as she pulled over to the side of the road and stopped the car. She licked her tongue out sexily, and Jeff noticed that there was still a good deal of his cum glazing her lips.

"Ooopsie!" she said playfully. "Guess I fucked that one up, huh?"

"There's...there's some, uh — "

"Some what, Jeff?" asked Sarah, pouting her lips and batting her eyes down at him. "Some of your spunk on my lips?"

"Y-yeah," he said uneasily as he looked back and watched the cop get out his car and start to approach Sarah's driver's-side door.

"Oh, well baby, don't worry!" said Sarah winking at him, "you've got nothing to be ashamed of. Here, let's make it even better — Bbbbbbllllarrrrighghghhh!!" She had suddenly bent down, seized his still-erect cock, and rubbed it all over her face. She sat back up, smiling down triumphantly at him. Her face was shining with his juices.

"Might wanna holster the gun, cowboy," giggled Sarah as the cop approached the window. Jeff looked at her puzzled, and only realized just in time that she was talking about his dick. He shoved its still-erect length back into his pants as the cop came to Sarah's window.