Jonathan #2

Yeah, I can see how your son could be a 'big' help around the house." I said to Catherine. She grinned, proud of her now meathead offspring. "But isn't it hard to get him to understand what you need him to do?"

Catherine sighed. "Oh, my Jonny isn't the brightest, I know. But he has a good heart." The sofa audibly creaked as Jonny gained about a foot of height and another 100 pounds of bulk. Thick black body hair replaced his shirt, and he idly scratched at his stretchy gym shorts.

"I see, but how do you keep him entertained? He doesn't seem to be the type to read books, you might say." I interjected. "Does he obey you? It seems like he'd be hard to train out of a man's more... base ideas."

"Well," Catherine began. "We've certainly had a hard time since he hit puberty. He doesn't really understand that he can't just so whatever he wants. There are rules. We've had to keep him away from big crowds, he has a habit of, well, being too forward."

"You're putting it delicately. Tell me what the problem is in plain English."

Catherine licked her lips, "Well doctor.... he wants to..."

"Go on," I pressed, ticking the dial a little more.

"He wants to fuck. He wants to fuck any woman or girl he can get his hands on. I don't know how to control his appetite, he won't listen to reason." Catherine sounded exasperated.

The couch creaked further. I was afraid it was about to break from his weight and size.

"Oh Catherine, don't lie to me. I know you've found a way to sate his appetite. Haven't you?"

Catherine looked guilty, but she said...

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