The Training of Jeff Stintum, Chapter 27, Part 2

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Jeff’s father looked slightly downward at Sarah’s lower half; he could not bring himself to look up into her face, but he and his wife couldn’t just keep looking at each other like that. Their mutual confusion and worry was much too obvious otherwise. His eyes averted slightly downward and fell on Sarah’s luscious hips, which were even more exaggerated since she was standing with one hip cocked to the side. Carl Stintum felt his heart start to race behind his breastplate, and the pressure of his pulse felt alarmingly hollow in his veins. He had not felt like this since…well, since…he couldn’t remember when. Since he was a teenager…even before he met Jen. He had always found curves on a woman attractive, and of course it was always impressive to stand next to a particularly tall woman…what man didn’t feel like this, after all? But this! To see such..such juicy curves on a woman who stood so tall that the top of his head didn’t even come up to her chin…so tall that if he had lifted his eyes up a little more he would be staring straight forward into the top of her breasts. And such breasts she had! And her hips…and…and her ass…!! Jeff’s dad generally took pride in being the easygoing and collected male presence in the room, so it was coming as quite a shock to him that he was being reduced to such a state now.  

What really did him in was the fact that this woman was Sarah Helleger. If he had seen a body like this out in the world, he would have done a double-take, shaken his head in impressed disbelief, and continued about his day. But it was Sarah! The cute little tomboy from next door, who always tagged around with Jeff when she was little and he was a teenager. She had grown into a woman…but it was past that. She had grown into something so much more. And by the way that she was silently looking down on him and his wife, she knew exactly what was going on. Not only did she have the body, she had the smarts, the attitude, and the wit to brandish it fearlessly. Never in his life had Carl Stintum ever encountered such an overwhelming and intimidating female presence.  

Next to him, and a few inches below him, Jen Stintum was herself laboring to make sense of this weird and unexpectedly erotic circumstance. She was still fixated on the stain in the crotch of Sarah’s tight jean shorts that was growing before her eyes. At first she had worried that there was something wrong and that Sarah was urinating on herself, but she quickly realized that the stain was the direct result of Sarah’s own intense arousal at the situation. This realization made Jen Stintum deeply uneasy, but it also made her start to feel the erotic pull of Sarah’s presence in her own pussy, which was lubricating itself totally outside of her control. Jeff’s mother had no precedent for this kind of reaction to any other human, let alone to Sarah Helleger. The way that she was standing there, with her hip cocked to the side, as she silently looked down at the two of them with that slight smile on her face…it frightened Jen, but it also put her in awe of the way that Sarah was effortlessly dictating everything. Her huge body was imposing enough, but the easy, catlike way that she moved it, combined with her unnerving poise and confidence, reduced Jeff’s mother to a silent, gaping, bewildered spectator. She couldn’t even begin to process the interaction that had just taken place between Sarah and her son, but she knew without any doubt in her mind that Sarah held the power in the exchange…or relationship…or whatever it was.  

Jen Stintum came to, realizing that she had been staring at Sarah’s crotch for far too long. She craned her head to look up. Sarah met her eyes and didn’t seem to react at all — she just held the stare, her green eyes bearing down, every aspect of her oversexed, feminine physique dwarfing the other woman. Jeff’s mother was able to hold the stare for a couple of charged seconds, and she suddenly felt a resurgence of a desperate protective urge: she wanted to take Jeff in her arms, to squeeze him, to…to keep him safe from…from whatever Sarah had become, to whatever she was bringing him back to. She suddenly had an image flash through her head of a pornographic pop-up that she had seen unwillingly years back, of a tall dark-haired lady in platform heels and tight leather fastening a short, skinny nude man to a plywood board and whipping him. She had fumbled to exit out of the pop-up as fast as she could, but the disturbing image had been seared into her mind. And now…it was almost too horrible to think about, but the way that Sarah was talking to Jeff, and the way that she was just standing there looking at them, made her blood run cold. It was like she was taunting them as she took their son away…she was daring them to do something about it…she was showing them that they had no power, no choice in the matter, and that if she wished, Sarah could dominate them too without even lifting a finger. Unconsciously, she sidled up to her husband and put her arm through his.  

“S-sarah…,” Carl Stintum said uneasily.  

“Yes?” she asked pleasantly, blinking down at him kindly. Jen Stintum all of a sudden felt the normalcy of Sarah’s response…had she just been imagining all that stuff before? She glanced down again quickly…no…the dark stain in her crotch was there alright.  

“Are you…are you and Jeff…um…” Mr. Stintum couldn’t quite get the question out.  

“Are we what, Mr. Stintum?” Sarah asked in that same pleasant, casual voice. Jeff’s mother was starting to wonder if she and her husband were just wildly misreading the situation. Sarah sounded so normal, so amiable, like she had been a few moments before.  

“Uhh…that is to say…I mean…” bumbled Jeff’s dad. And then he seemed to gather himself and take a deep breath. “Are you and Jeff…a couple?”

Sarah blinked a couple of times blankly and didn’t react for a moment, as if the question had been completely unexpected.  

“A…couple, Mr. Stintum?” she asked, looking puzzled as she peered down at the cowering couple. But a moment later a wave of recognition passed over her face and she smiled and laughed as she stood back up all the way.  

“Oh!” she laughed, as ripples of amusement gently oscillated her breasts, hips, and ass, “you mean…you mean are we dating!?” She seemed to find the question quite funny.  

“Well, I just…I don’t, uh…I don’t know,” said Carl Stintum pathetically, opening out his hands up to Sarah, as if he was apologizing for not being able to explain himself. Still shaking with gentle laughter, Sarah reached down and put her hand on Carl’s shoulder. He stood stock still at her touch — his wife felt his whole body go stiff as soon as she touched him. Her huge hand draped itself fully over his shoulder, and her fingers extended well down his back, even as she engulfed the ball of his shoulder in her large palm. She bent down to look at him, still giggling. His wife tightened her hold on his arm.  

“No, we’re not dating,” chuckled Sarah, squeezing his shoulder a little. “What gave you that idea?”

“I don’t…I don’t know,” stammered Jeff’s father, “I guess…uh, it just…it just seemed kind of like…uh…oh god, I don’t know!” His last words were a desperate plea for Sarah to help him, and she kindly obliged, squeezing his shoulder once more before her hand fell away and she stood back up completely.  

“I just care about Jeff, that’s all,” she said genially. “I want him to get better, you know? And it’s not only that I want him to heal well from this surgery…” She paused for a moment as she looked up at the stairs, as if to ensure that Jeff wasn’t coming back down or listening at the stairhead. She turned back to the couple and took a step in their direction as she lowered her voice earnestly.  

“It’s also that…well, I hope you both don’t mind me saying, but I suspect that you two have been feeling the same way for some time. Seeing Jeff for the first time in years a few weeks ago was wonderful, but after the initial joy of the exchange wore off, I could tell that he wasn’t doing well.”

“Yes,” said Mrs. Stintum, nodding up at Sarah, “he hasn’t been doing well for years. I think he’s lost.”

Sarah blinked slowly as she nodded her head in tandem. “For one thing,” she said, in the same low voice, “he clearly hasn’t been eating well or taking care of himself. I mean, I know that you two aren’t the biggest people in the world, but…when I saw him I just couldn’t believe how skinny he was.”

“It’s so sad,” agreed Mrs. Stintum, with tears pooling in her eyes. “I don’t know what to do!”  

“But it’s not just the physical…deterioration I noticed,” continued Sarah. “It’s…just the aimlessness, the…lack of any real goals or…or ambitions…that really struck me. I couldn’t believe this was Jeff, you know? He was always so full of life when we were kids, but…but the light has just kind of seemed to have gone out, you know?”

“We feel the same way, Sarah,” said Mr. Stintum, looking up at her seriously. All their previous thoughts and unease had totally evaporated within a matter of seconds; Sarah had utterly changed the course of the conversation. “Do you think he’s depressed?”

“It’s very possible,” said Sarah, “and, you know, as someone who’s familiar with the warning signs, I’ve definitely been on the lookout for anything concerning while he’s been at my place, and I’ll continue doing that, for sure. But you know what? The thing I think Jeff really needs, you know, to give himself purpose and direction in life, is discipline.”  

“That’s what we’ve been trying to tell him for years, Sarah,” said Jen. “But he hasn’t listened to us. He’s just gotten worse and worse!”

“Do you…do you think it’s our fault, Sarah?” asked Carl. “Do you think we’ve been enabling him?”

"I wouldn’t be so hard on yourselves, you guys,” said Sarah gently. “Especially as his parents, it’s hard to know how to act when your son is…is going through a tough time. But I do think that Jeff has probably become complacent here at your home. And what can you all do, right? It’s kind of like you’re stuck between a rock and a hard place…you don’t want to throw him out, but you also don’t want him to get dependent on you.”

“Exactly!” said Jen. “We’ve felt pretty stuck for a while now.”  

“And that,” said Sarah, smiling, “is where I can help. When Jeff was staying with me, I made sure he kept to a strict schedule and routine. I made sure he ate exactly what I proscribed, and did exactly the kinds of things I told him to. I made sure he followed my rules.”

“Except…except that one time?” asked Carl.  

Sarah waved her hand and laughed. “Oh yeah, except that one time, but that was when Jeff was still learning.”

“What do you do to him, Sarah?” blurted out Jen, only realizing after she spoke that her words sounded suggestive. Her mind jolted back to the sexual energy that had been charging the exchange just minutes before. Her mind was whirling around in on itself…what was even going on??

“What do I do to him?” laughed Sara. “Mrs. Stintum, I think, more than anything, it’s a matter of mentality. Like, I’m a good deal younger than Jeff, right?”

“Much younger,” said Carl, “though I have to say, Sarah, and I only mean this as a compliment to you, you seem much older than him…in every way.”

“Well that’s just it, Mr. Stintum,” said Sarah amiably. “Jeff knows I’m a lot younger, and when he’s at my place, he sees how I go about my day. He sees me waking up early, taking care of my hygiene, eating well, going off to work, coming home, studying hard…you know? Basically, he sees firsthand how organized and driven I am. And he sees an example, as something to shoot for. Knowing that I’m a lot younger gives him a sense of urgency, I think. Like, he doesn’t wanna be outdone by little old Sarah Helleger, right?”

Both of Jeff’s parents laughed a little at Sarah’s joke. They were silent for a moment as they worked to process all that Sarah was saying. 

“So…” ventured Jen a moment later, “so you think it’s a good thing, Jeff going to live with you? Because you’re keeping him honest and helping him see how he can live a…uh…a disciplined life?”  

“That’s exactly right,” said Sarah, beaming down at her. Jeff’s parents turned to look at each other, their eyebrows rising at the same time.  

“Well!” said Carl to his wife, and turning to look up at Sarah, “I…I don’t know what to say, Sarah. You’ve…you’ve already just been so helpful, but to take on this, uh, huge project of our son…it’s just…we can’t even begin to express our gratitude.”

“Oh I wouldn’t call Jeff a “huge” project,” chuckled Sarah.  

“Well…of course, nothing probably seems huge to you,” said Carl, catching himself in his words and reddening. “That is…uh, I meant…”

“Don’t worry Mr. Stintum,” laughed Sarah, “I know what you meant.”  

“Uh…good,” he said, smiling through his embarrassment. He looked over to his wife, and they both exhaled out loud.  

“Wow,” said Carl as he laughed out loud, “why did that feel like such a…um…an intense talk?”

“Because it was, Carl,” said Jen quietly. “That was some heavy stuff we got through.” She looked up at the enormous young woman standing in front of her. All the sexual thoughts, the fixation on the stain in Sarah’s crotch (it’s just sweat or something, she decided dismissively)…all the weirdness from Sarah’s dynamic with Jeff had dissipated like little wisps of smoke in the wind.  

“Thank you Sarah,” Jen said earnestly with her neck craned all the way up. “We won’t forget this. And please, let us know how we can help. And...keep us updated?”

“Of course,” said Sarah warmly. “I’m happy to help. Jeff was always so nice to me when I was a kid. Now it’s my turn to help him.” A few moments of happy silence passed between the three of them. The conversation had been brought to a deeply satisfying conclusion. 

“And to think,” laughed Carl suddenly, “that I thought…I thought you two were dating or something! Haha, oh wow…kind of put my foot in my mouth with that one, huh?”

Sarah laughed in kind, and there was a general acknowledgement, though unspoken, between Jeff’s parents of the absurdity of such a union. Of course, they thought, there was no way that Sarah would even consider dating someone like Jeff. It would be so mismatched…so unequal…but they stopped thinking about it when they heard Jeff coming down the stairs with his suitcase. Sarah was suddenly striding past them.

“I know I said he needs to learn how to be on his own,” she called back to them as she hopped up the stairs in three quick strides, “but that’s not to say that he should be bringing down a heavy suitcase on crutches now, isn’t that right, Jeff?”

“Y-yeah,” he said from the top of the stairs. Sarah was standing three whole steps down, and still, her head rose above his by a couple inches. She winked at him and gestured for him to give her the suitcase. Leaning against the wall, he was able to lift it up with both hands, but only barely. His thin body tottered on the stairhead.  

“Easy, now!” said Sarah as she stretched out one of her arms and grabbed it. She held the suitcase in the air, at arm’s length, for a couple seconds, just to show Jeff how easy it was for her. He saw and looked up at her. She smiled and winked. A minute later, after saying their goodbyes, they were back in Sarah’s car, with her filling the driver’s seat completely and spilling over it on all sides, and him feeling like a child in the seat next to her. Sarah looked back. His parents waved one last time and went inside. She turned in her seat and looked down on him, regarding him with that terrifyingly imposing, expressionless stare. He gulped and his dick tented hard in his pants.  

“Mmmm,” she breathed down on him in her rich, deep voice. Her eyebrow arched as she looked from his eyes to his tenting erection, which lengthened the cumstain that had bled through his pants. Without saying anything more she turned on the car and swiftly pulled out of the driveway and onto the road. She didn’t need to say anything — Jeff knew he had passed the point of no return. He knew the real training was about to begin.