With his cock still recovering from two earth-shattering orgasms, James turns to other parts of his anatomy..

Finally back in his room after ambling back up the stairs, James was at a of bit of a loss at what to do. Sitting down at his desk proved difficult with his cock and balls making him unable to sit down properly without his scrotum digging painfully into the edge of the seat and his gargantuan tits flowing over the table top when he leaned forwards, preventing him from reaching mouse and keyboard, so James gave up after a few unsuccessful tries. Okay, no games then. Watching a show? Possible, but there wasn't anything he was interested in that he hadn't seen already. Sometimes twice. Then what?

Sitting on the edge of the seat so his heavy nuts rested on the floor, James absentmindedly rested his hands on his tits, pressing them down onto the table top a little. They were so heavy, and soft... like pillows.... and lugging them around together with his gargantuan genitals while cleaning and preparing had left James exhausted. Leaning forwards, he rested his head on his own left breast, shifting a bit until he had found a comfortable position, hands resting on his lap. It wasn't unlike sleeping on ones arms, James supposed, only less bones to poke into his face. With the way he was lying, James' right tit was filling most of his vision. These boobies were amazing... they felt great, they were comfortable, and James was so... tired...

James awoke with a start, the upwards jerk of his body quickly halted by the weight of his tits.

"Ow ow ow..." James rubbed the part of his chest where his boobs started, wincing slightly. He definitely had to avoid any sudden movements; they either unbalanced him or straight-up hurt. Much more important, though, was finding out what time it was. How long had he been asleep? Was his mother already home?! Looking up at the clock above his desk James saw that he'd only been out for a little more than two hours. But he was starving! Seeing as he had ample time to get a snack, James decided to make his way down into the kitchen. Struggling to his feet, James adjusted his makeshift toga and began the trek to the door of his room. He now also noticed a dull ache on his breast, right were his head had rested. Okay, so maybe titpillows on a hard surface weren't actually a good idea. How was James supposed to know? He'd only had them for a few hours, damn it!

Still rubbing the sore spots on top of his breasts, James slowly, but surely moved through the hallway and downstairs to get a snack. That said, James had the feeling he wasn't taking as long as he would have expected - was he getting used to the weight, maybe even stronger? Oh well, who knew. Maybe he was imagining things. When he finally had reached the kitchen, James stomach rumbled behind his tits, making him salivate at the thought of wolfing down some bread, or a sausage, anything really. After trundling over to the fridge, James began rifling through its contents. The cold air flowing out and over his enormous chest made his nipples stiffen, the thumb-sized nubs dragging over the inside of the fridge with his movements. Meatballs, sausages, an abundance of cheese, veggies... all looking tasty. What should he-- The sound of a key in the door made him freeze. Of all days his mother had decided to come home earlier, why did she have to do it today?!

"James! I'm home! Shut off your computer and come help make dinner!" His mother yelled, shutting the door behind her and briskly walking through the hallway, stopping when she reached the entrance to the kitchen.

"Oh, there you are. What in the world are you wearing?" Anne sounded aghast. At least the open fridge door blocked James' torso from her view for now. "Wait... is something wrong with your legs? James, what's going on?"