Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder

Eva stood over her son, her teats glistening with milk brought on by her many well earned boobgasms.

He had collapsed on the floor after giving his mother her 6th orgasm, and he was now a sweaty mess of limbs still slowly humping his hips into the air.

The boy was fine, she knew, he had likely just slipped in the puddle of breast milk that had spilled onto the floor. But he did look tired…maybe he had had enough…

"Okay Alex that's enough you can stop now. Now get up. Come on, stand up. That's it…"

Eva grabbed his hand and pulled Alex up onto his feet. A knowing smirk crossed her face as she watched Alex slowly wrap his hand around his penis, stroking himself while staring at her tits.

"Nuh uh none of that mister!" She said, slapping his hand away. "Your punishment isn't over yet. Now come on, follow me." Eva took his hand guiding him straight to her bedroom.

Eva was quite proud of the work she had done here. What had once been a fairly spartan room was now a nice cozy love nest. Her large four poster bed was covered in red satin sheets and she had affixed large mirrors to both the ceiling and the wall behind the headboard. The room was large and dark and intament. The main source of light in the room were the various svented candels she had burning all meant to relax and arouse the senses. Only a sliver of light came from the window on the far wall from the door. There were layers of thick curtains covering it allowing only a hint of daylight into the room.

Eva did not want distractions. She wanted this space to be sensual and relaxing. When Alex finally got into bed with his mommy she did not want him worrying about anything else. Eva's nipples tingled at the thought of Alex spending night after night in bed with his mother suckling on her teat just like when he was a baby.

That, however, would have to wait. First Alex needed to be taught a lesson, and Eva knew exactly what to do.

She felt him hesitate as she entered her room. He stopped at the entrance afraid to go in as she continued to the back of the room.

"Alex…there's no reason to be scared." She said as she opened the curtains allowing light to flood into the room. "You can come in mommy's room whenever you want. Now, come on hurry up!" She said, clapping her hands together as she pointed to his paints and easel hiding in the far corner of the room.

Alex took his time. If he were in his right state of mind he would be questioning what kind of trap this was, but right now, dizzy and perpetually hard due to the hormones in his body, all he could manage was a vague sense of dread as he tentatively took one step inside the room.

"Alex! If you want to cum you are going to come here right now! Do you understand?" She demanded as she grabbed him and pushed him into his seat.

"I found this in your room yesterday when I was cleaning." She picked up a painting leaning against the easel and unwrapped the cloth surrounding it.

It was the painting he had been working on just yesterday, which now felt like a lifetime ago. His life before tits… He had put his heart and soul into that painting trying his best to capture her smile, her eyes, the way that she looked when she laughed, her conviction to say what was truly important, the things that no one else wanted to hear. In Alex's opinion this painting was just a poor imitation of the real thing,the pure true beauty that she radiated, but he tried his best. He found himself studying the details again with fresh eyes, the effort that went into the lighting and the reflections, the depth of the portrale. He didn't feel quite the same about it as he did before, but looking at it again, he couldn't help feeling a fire deep down reigniting who he used to be, who he was.

"This is miss Christy I presume." She spat out her name as it left a bad taste in her mouth. "Beautiful painting…technically well done I'm sure, not that I know much about these things…but I can't help but notice how plain your subject is. How boring…how flat."

"I thought you might like the opportunity to redo some of this." she waved her hand casting a shadow over Christy's body making no attempt to hide her disgust.

"Wouldn't she look so much better with a pair of giant fake tits? You know, the kind only found on Hookers and whores whose only goal in life is to be a cumdump for men? You know the type?" She asked as she subtly put her hand on his cock and started to pump.

"Can't you just imagine her with a slutty little face just begging for your cum?.... well anyone's cum really… wouldn't that be nice? Wouldn't that be so much better?" Eva pumped him harder now, pumped him faster.

"Yeah you like that don't you? You want to paint Christy, the whore, with cartoonishly fake Bimbo tits don't ya?" She took his hand and brought it over to a large brush in a container of specially mixed white paint used to undo mistakes.

" just imagine it…what she would look like if she were nothing but a pair of walking tits…Her mind and body completely consumed by them….nothing but a Bimbo whore….it's so beautiful-"

"WHOOPS!"

There was a wet slap as the large brush hit the canvas and Eva guided Alex and the brush down covering a large portion of the painting in a quick drying white oil paint that seeped into everything.

"Looks like you're going to have to fix it. Don't worry honey I believe in you. You're such a talented young boy."

Alex spent the next several hours fixing the painting with his mother's guidance. With a few words and a few encouraging strokes she made sure he was pointed in the right direction.

"Yes that's right, big ugly tits and nice fat niples! Only good for catching spunk and being played with like the neighborhood toy!"

When she was satisfied that he was well and truly focused on the task at hand Eva got up and made her boy some lunch. It had been a long, hard morning for Alex, and though part of her wished it would have gone differently, she had no doubt that the morning had been very productive. Dr. Bol'shiye had warned her that this was going to be a process. All the doctor did was plant the seed, and it was Eva's job to make it grow. One day soon he would be nothing more than a porn obsessed titfucker he just needed a bit of nuturing. And who better to nurture a boy than his mother?

Eva took a plate of sandwiches and a cold tall glass of milk and made her way back to her son. She was going to feed him. She was going to feed him whatever he needed to become a proper loving boy, and if he got out of line she was given plenty of tools to correct him.

"I brought you lunch darling. I know you must be hungry." She said as she crouched next to him admiring his painting. "Ooh I can see you made her a bit crosseyed there. I love it honey. Truly inspired."

Over the next few hours Eva watched as Alex finished his painting as well as his lunch being extra sure that he drank all his milk.

The finished piece was truly breathtaking. Gone was that snooty stuck up bitch, and in her place was a massive pair of boobies big enough to weigh the girl down, or at least large enough to encourage her to lay on her back in a bed where she belonged.

Her face was contorted in pleasure with her eyes crossed and her tongue hanging out of her mouth. Her brain seemed to be fried by the power and pleasure of her boobs. She was being crushed by the power of her boobs, and yet she never looked more beautiful. Her expression spoke to the power of the Blessing and the pleasure it would give to all.

"Good job Alex…good job" she assured him by patting him on the shoulder. "Now I want you to CUM!".