Not really, but there is no defense against his mother.

"B-but mom, I'm a... man..." James protested, not quite sounding convinced. Hadn't he just given himself a literally mind-blowing orgasm with his pussy, playing with his tits, moaning like a bitch in heat? Men didn't do that, did they?

His mother was having none of that, shaking her head and setting off a boobquake of epic proportions that drew James' eyes to the jiggling flesh like moths to the flame.

"Nuh-uh! You, like, totally aren't anymore! I mean, you've, like, been moaning and screaming like a girl and stuff, I was sooo jealous actually," his mother continued, a hint of her former sternness returning to her demeanor. "Plus, Miranda is already working on that favor and, like, no takesie-backsies! I'd be suuuper embarrassed."

James wracked his brain for arguments for keeping his records as they were, for remaining male at least in the face of the law - and found none. No one would believe that he was a man, not with this voice, this body, this face. Wouldn't it be easier to make use of his mother's enthusiasm and connections? In fact, was he even male anymore? His body said no, and his mind offered nothing more than a weak 'maybe' in return. Also, Jamie wasn't too far from his old name, had even be used as a nickname by friends. And he had known that he was giving up his old life back when he had made the call to Growine. Time to put his money where his mouth was.

Looking back up at her mother, Jamie found her pouting downwards between her giant boobs, a more adorable than annoyed expression on her face.

"I... you're right, mom," the redheaded futa finally said, slowly pulling herself in a cross-legged sitting position facing her mother, muscles still weak. "It's just... a really big step, and I... thanks for your help."

"Aww, like, no problem! Totally! I'd just tooootally love it if you..." Anne's hands began sliding up Jamie's thighs, her enormous breasts brushing over the futa's lower legs, "...give me looots of you yummy cum from time to time, okay?"

Jamie gulped, eyes glued to her mother's swaying boobs. A squeaky "Uh-huh" was all she managed, her dick weakly twitching as Anne let her finger dance over the slick appendage before withdrawing as the older woman righted herself and got up. Jamie still stared at the magnificent teardrops, torn between arousal and envy.

"I'm totally glad you like it and stuff. But it's, like, getting super late; take a shower and come help me with dinner before, like, Micaela comes home," Anne ordered, completely unfazed by her bare tits bouncing around as she walked to the door. "But, you know, we need to think of something to tell your father - he's, like, coming back super late today, but tomorrow evening, you two are totally going to have to talk, Jamie."

The redhead felt as if she'd been dunked in ice water. She'd totally forgotten about her father!