Chapter Fourteen: Broken Bonds
Present Day...
Kendall's relationship with Jackson has changed. While it might be difficult for some people to believe, she does still love him. The bond they have shared for nearly a year now, while strained, is not entirely broken. If anything, her trysts with James and Jackson's consistent patience have only helped to prove his kindness to her. The worse James is, the better Jackson appears by comparison.
No, she still loves him dearly. The problem isn't a lack of love but a lack of attraction. While morally better than James, Jackson cannot compare sexually. Even on his best days, Jackson lacks the raw masculinity and violent sexuality which James seems to sweat. Comparing their penis' alone, Jackson is just barely over half of James' length and is less than that in girth. In the past, that would not have mattered to her, but in the last week James has proven time and time again to her the importance of girth.
In fact, James has used his dick to prove a lot of things to Kendall. Firstly, he has proven to her without a doubt that size matters. At least, it matters to women like Kendall, women who were closeted size queens pretending at a normal life. Where she once would have denied her attraction to James and his near foot in wrist-thick cock, she now spends her days mindlessly chasing the next orgasm which only he seems capable of providing her.
"No one can compete with him," she told herself one night on her way home after seeing him. "No one."
She tells herself this often, usually when she is alone and feeling guilty. With his dick and his domineering attitude, James has built himself a whole harem with at least four people in it. He is still training Kendall, but the others have been his for some time now without her knowing. They have earned their place in his harem. Kendall still gets teased by him, taunted and degraded, tormented as she continues to struggle and sort her own feelings.
The second thing James has proven to her is that not only is she a size queen, but her family are size queens, too. Even her own brother, Oliver, has been made an almost literal woman, and all so that he can serve James' big cock like a slut. Furthermore, Kendall knows that he has done the same to Allyson, at least, if not other countless women, as well.
It makes her wonder if all women are secretly sluts like herself, and it makes her envious of her mother and brother that they can accept it so easily. It isn't an outfit that they get to put on like Kendall does. Oliver and Paige live as James' sluts full-time, and while it thrills Kendall to stare him in the eyes and to serve him, she knows that it isn't permanent. She gets to come home to her family, to her cuck, but lately she isn't sure whether that is so good.
Moreover, James' big cock and his dominion have actually brought her family closer together. Before James feminized him, Oliver was recluse who refused to leave his room. The last time she had seen him, which was nearly a year ago, he was pale and unkempt, with empty eyes and a gaunt figure. Somehow, using his dick and his rough hands, James has not only brought Oliver out of his shell but also put him into makeup and lingerie. Now, when Kendall sees him, she sees a young man of beauty and purpose, a small smile on his face, always happy to be his daddy's little slut.
James has invoked the same positive change in her mother. Before him, Paige was an angry alcoholic mess. Now, she is at peace with herself and, most surprising, at peace with Kendall. Soon, she will be James' big breasted, MILF bride, and Kendall, to her own shock and shame is more than happy for her. Kendall is impressed with her. All her life, Kendall has looked up to Paige, and now having seen Paige with James, shameless and proud in her submission, Kendall cannot help but emulate her mother and recklessly pursue her own pleasure.
Even now, as she spends time at home with her daughters and her cuck, Kendall cannot stop thinking about how much joy James has brought to her life. Kendall and Paige hadn't really spoken for years, and in ways they had never actually spoken in their entire lives. With Oliver living with Paige, Kendall didn't get to see him, either. Now, she sees them both regularly and is on good terms with them. She speaks to her mother every day, in fact, and has even eaten cum off of her cheeks. Their conversations revolve around James, but even that is an improvement Kendall is willing to enjoy.
These thoughts are, of course, interrupted by a text from her mother. Seeing each other in person so much, they rarely text. Anymore When they do, Paige is often giving Kendall some sort of advice or, more often, sending her quick pictures of James' massive, meaty cock. The advice is often insightful, but Kendall does prefer the pictures. This new text is one such picture, which she stares at until Jackson joins her in the living room.
"Hey, babe," he says, joining her on the couch with a soda in one hand and a slice of pizza in the other. "What are you looking at?" Kendall quickly tucks her phone away.
"Nothing," she says quickly. "Just a text from my mom." She smiles at Jackson, feeling nervous.
Sometimes, Kendall worries that Jackson can pick up on her nervous energy. He is a kind man, very empathic, and very interested in the feelings of others. Luckily for her, he was also respectful to a fault, creating a barrier between them that was not obliviousness but respect. It disappoints her, sometimes, how respectful he is. While she knows that he is ultimately powerless to stop this, she cannot help but think how he contributes to his own pain. The house reeks of sex, and almost daily she has smelled of raw, unwashed semen. She loves it, but she hates that her own fiancé doesn't feel compelled to address it.
