James has proven his obedience. Now he has to work on his endurance.

James returned to the waking world only slowly. His head rested on a soft, warm pillow, gentle fingers playing with his hair and brushing over his forehead, his cheeks, his shoulders. Even opening his eyes was an ordeal, as was actually focusing them - on a face that was warmer and more loving than James had ever seen his mother look at him. Which wasn't saying much; the ice queen that demanded nothing short of perfection was still there. But spring had finally come.

"Well, little pervert? Was mommy's test too hard?" If James was honest, it had been one of the hardest things he'd ever done. But for the look of pride on his mother's face - and her fingers on his cock - he'd do it all again in a heart beat. So of course, he shook his head weakly, and Anne rewarded him with another almost motherly smile. "Good. Because now, the real work begins. After you have rested, recovered - and of course cleaned up this enormous mess. I will not drop this into Micaela's lap."

James didn't know if the prospect of more tests, more training filled him with trepidation or excitement. The first one alone had left him so weak that he couldn't even get up from his pillow - which he now realized was actually his mother's lap. Looking up, he could see the underside of Anne's breasts; they looked far bigger from this angle...

"But take your time, perverted boy." Just days ago, the tone of the first half of that sentence would have been much different. James had heard these exact words many times before - but then, they'd been sarcastic and biting. Now, they were almost soft, loving. Genuine. "Mommy is not going to break her little fucktoy. I may demand much, but only because I know you can give it, James. So rest now, sleep on mommy's thighs if you want, and once you're ready, we will continue."

Ironically, his mother's new, softer demeanor was much more motivating for James - she was still demanding and forceful, but where he would have dragged his feet before, he now found himself eager to please Anne. So while he enjoyed just resting on his mother's thighs, James could barely wait for his strength to return, and when he finally fought to get himself into a sitting position and **** himself to stand on shaking legs, he found Anne looking at him with approval.

"While these ridiculous tits and that oversized penis of yours are... odd, if enjoyable, I have to say that this marked improvement to your overall behavior is by far the best of your changes." A tiny smile tugged at Anne's mouth as she crossed her arms under her breasts - which also looked bigger from this angle, James realized. In fact, it seemed as if all of his mother's curves were just a tad more generous, softer, rounder, jigglier. "Now, if you have ogled your mother for long enough, get to cleaning, naughty boy. And once you're done, we will eat dinner and then use the time until your father comes home for the next part of your training."

As it turned out, James had held out from morning until the early afternoon, and cleaning took, much as Anne had predicted, until it was time for dinner. In part due to James hefty assets, in part due to the enormous mess he'd made, with cum covering the floor, dripping from the ceiling and oozing down the wall opposite from where he'd been sitting. But James managed. Slowly, but surely. And having learned from last time, he even managed to not flick any of his cooling cum onto him.

Of course, putting away the cleaning supplies and ambling down to the living room for dinner took a considerable amount of time as well, and Anne had finished cooking and setting the table once James had made it down. In fact, his mother was almost done eating.

"Well, little pervert, that took a little longer than expected." There was a surprising lack of sting to Anne's words as James struggled to sit down and scoot closer to his plate - his cock and balls hung almost to the floor, nearly pulling him from the seat with their weight and forcing him to sit with his legs splayed, and his tits pushed into the table, spilling over its top and onto his plate. "Oh, you silly little boy. Can't you even sit and eat by yourself?"

"I... I'm sorry, mommy..." James pushed one hand under his right breast, trying to find his knife and fork under the soft, sensitive flesh. "I'll try... and, uhm..."

"Nonsense, you naughty, silly boy." Anne got up and walked around the table, sitting on its edge right next to James, her foot brushing against his overstuffed scrotum as if on accident. But it stayed... and rubbed. Slowly and sensually. "Look at yourself - your oversized breasts spill over your plate, you have knocked over your glass, and... oh well, it can't be helped. If you can't eat on your own, mommy will just have to feed you. I won't let my little fucktoy starve."

"Muh-mom, I..." James wanted to protest, insist that he was perfectly able to eat on his own, but Anne's caress on his nuts made his cock throb and engorge slowly but surely, making sure that blood was in short supply elsewhere. Thinking was once again becoming slightly harder than usual. And besides, Anne definitely wasn't taking no for an answer, fishing out her son's plate from under his gelatinous tits and loading it up with lasagna while James unsuccessfully tried to suppress a lustful shudder as his mother's touch. "Al-alright..."

"Now, now, what do we say when mommy offers to feeds us so we don't starve because we foolishly grew to outrageous proportions?" As Anne began to cut the lasagna, James was torn between lust and embarassment - lust because of his mother's foot on his nuts, making him grow hard inexorably, and embarassment at being babied.

"I... thank you, mom..."

"That's better, little pervert. Now say 'aaah'." Leaning forwards with a piece of lasagna on the fork, Anne gave her son a stunning view of her deepened cleavage - James' mouth fell open at the sight and was promptly stuffed with food. "There, isn't that tasty?"

"Mmmfhgugh!" It was, but James could feel his massive shaft begin to rise from his bloated scrotum, lust coursing through his body as his mother moved her foot to the side of his tumescent monster, caressing it lovingly.

"Young man, I raised you better than that." Anne prepared another forkful of lasagna and went to feed James once more. "We do not speak, moan or mewl with our mouth full of food. And sit still, naughty boy!"

James hadn't been able to keep from writhing in his seat, hips bucking to rub his monster against his mother's soft foot. It had gotten almost half-erect by now, but James **** himself to sit still, grabbing the edge of his seat with both hands.

"Very good. Now, here's another bite for my obedient little fucktoy~!"

Swallowing the last bite, James accepted the next, face burning a little less now that he was getting used to the situation. Or maybe most of his blood was simply needed elsewhere...

"My, you are really enjoying mommy rubbing you, aren't you, little pervert? You're almost fully hard!" The next fork hovered over the plate already, and James hurried to eat up so his mother would lean over again to feed him, showing him that amazing cleavage that she now had - actually getting something to eat was entirely secondary. "But do eat up. Mommy's little fucktoy needs his strength!"

Anne kept rubbing her son's shaft, big toe drawing circles on the silky, veiny skin of his rod, making James shudder involuntarily. He fought down a moan and accepted another bite as his pulsing shaft began to slap against the underside of the table with every throb that ran through it. A smile tugged at Anne's mouth with every meaty slapping sound as she kept feeding James.

"It does make me happy that you enjoy mommy's cooking so much," Anne teased her son as he munched on another bite. Her foot was now caressing the underside of James' shaft, making it buzz and strain with pleasure. "And... other things of course."

James did want to reply, but he was chewing on a mouthful of lasagna, and had the distinct feeling that he'd only moan helplessly anyways. So James just kept eating and fought to keep sitting still as his balls began to churn and gurgle, the first drops of pre forming on his tip and dripping down under the table.

"Aww, is mommy's little fucktoy still hungry?" James wasn't, not really after almost cleaning off his plate, but his balls did kind of sound like an empty stomach - even though they were chock full of thick cum, half a day after his last climax. "Do you want seconds, naughty boy?"

At James shaking his head, Anne pursed her lips and put down the fork she had been feeding James with.

"Alright. But I hope you're sure, naughty boy. You will need all your energy this evening."