By Golgotha

It all started out innocent enough, as most catastrophes do. My wife was complaining that she needed to lose weight, even though she was not what one would even call "chubby". To prevent her from going to the doctor and getting diet pills, or worse, to order some fad crap off of the television, I went to a health food store to see if there was a natural alternative. I didn't go to one of those "big box" chain stores. I went to a little off the beaten track hole in the wall located in a nearby town known for it's liberal Art College. It is also known for its sandal wearing, granola eating, dope smoking, free love liberal ways. I thought it would be the place that I would be able to trust the advice I'd be given on this particular subject. Well, in retrospect, the information was completely accurate, albeit extreme.

I walked through the door and was greeted by an overpowering smell of patchouli incense that barely masked the sweet smell of hash. The store was crammed from floor to ceiling with books and statues and was lined from end to end with shelves shrouding bottles of various size, shape and hue. The bottles were filled with herbs and roots and powders and liquids. A woman was lounging behind the counter patiently watching wisps of incense curl up from several lit sticks stuck into a small, sand filled urn. She broke herself away from her reverie to greet me with a warm smile.

I quickly told her of my wife's situation and my concerns. She agreed that most of the diet pills on the market were at the very least placebos and at the very worst, virtual poison. She asked me some questions about my wife's build, health and expectations. With every answer, she pulled a bottle of this and a jar of that down from the shelves. She started extracting roots and powders and such carefully from each and placing them in a rough mortar and pestle. She opined about the state of the world, the regrets of her youth and her fears of the future all the while mixing more things into the brew.

She suddenly stopped grinding the ingredients together and asked if our sex life was an active one with a sidelong glance. She definitely caught me off guard, causing me to stammer and stutter like I just got caught jerking off in my grandma's underwear. I finally was able to make a coherent sentence, telling her we were still sexually active, of course not as often as when we were younger. I found myself revealing details to her that I had no reason divulging. I told her that my wife's interest had waned somewhat since the birth of our second child and that my work schedule was often a prohibitive factor as well. She nodded sadly, saying it was a shame that just when you got to know each others bodies, as well as your own, time played a cruel trick by taking away your vitality. She then silently got one small jar of powder from under the counter and mixed in a liberal amount.

After she was done, she poured what seemed like a huge amount into a customized tin. She compiled a list of what was in the concoction and handed it to me. She rattled off the names of each substance and their attributes and possible side affect. L-Carnatine, Kava-Kava, Ginseng; the list seemed endless. There were so many ingredients that I couldn't even pronounce, let alone heard of before. She told me how to prepare it in a tea form and how it would boost my wife's energy and metabolism. She then got to the part where she told me the possible side affects and she cut her eyes away with a downward smile. She said that there may be a slight swelling of the breasts, particularly the nipples and a sensitivity of the vaginal area. She said her libido would probably be increased as this went hand in hand with boosting the energy level and the metabolism. Some of the ingredients, she explained, acted as a boost for the adrenal glands as well as other hormonal glands. Others acted as a synthetic form of estrogen and testosterone. I jokingly asked if my wife would grow a mustache and want to borrow my jock strap soon. She finally met my eyes and laughed saying no, no, quite the opposite. It would enhance her femininity. I paid what I thought was a very small price for the amount of materials used and told her I'd be back for a re-supply when we were close to running out. She said she knew she'd be seeing me again and waved as I exited the front door.

My wife was skeptical and ran the list of ingredients through a herbal glossary before agreeing to try the concoction. I prepared her first glass as described by the herbalist, steeping it very carefully so as not to taint its potency. I poured it in my wife's favorite mug and served it to her while she watched Oprah. She wrinkled her nose as I handed her the mug as if I was giving her a dead gerbil. She inhaled the steam coming up and the wrinkle went away and the eyebrows went up in surprise. She took a small sip almost immediately followed by a larger one. She declared that it was delicious, even if it doesn't work.

Nothing too much happened for the first few days, but then the daily reports started coming in. She had so much energy that she was waking up earlier, she was getting all the chores she wanted to done, and she was planting an herb garden of her own. She was visibly happier, more relaxed and definitely more affectionate. She started noticing that her thighs and ass were firming up and her love handles were visibly shrinking. Another physical anomaly was that her breasts were not getting larger, but were getting firmer. Her nipples however were changing perceptibly. They were getting longer somehow. She always had rather large, dark nipples, somewhere in the range of the end of your pinky. Now they were about the length of a Tootsie-Roll and constantly hard...I mean straight out, throbbingly erect. She said that they were so sensitive that wearing a bra made them raw, so her nipples were to be seen by all regardless of how heavy a sweater she wore.

In the coming weeks not only were her nipples larger (somewhere in the thickness of your pointer finger) her pussy was going through changes as well. It started out being just sensitive, like a sexy kind of tingle, and then her lips started getting puffy and swollen and her clit began to grow as alarmingly as her nipples. When we'd have sex, her pussy was absolutely soaking wet and I could feel the hardness of her clit rubbing against my pubic area. I would grind my cock into her shaved pussy and my pelvic bone onto her clit and she would go into an animalistic orgasm that would almost wake the neighbors. Her bare pussy would gush juice all the way down to my feet. The bed would be absolutely soaked after this and she would be panting, ready for more. When I couldn't perform any more, she would get out of bed and I would hear her downstairs masturbating with one of her dildoes. At least it started out as her dildos.

One night, almost four weeks into "the program" I went downstairs to watch her and see if I could get it up for another round. What I saw made me stop dead in my tracks. She was naked and covered in sweat in the middle of the living room straddling a floor length candlestick my grandfather had carved. It was about as round as a flashlight in the smallest areas but it had round shaped carvings about every three inches down the length that were roughly the size of your fist. She had removed the candle and it's platform from the top and had at least eight inches of it inside her. She was standing on the base and was slowly sliding herself upwards. She would almost stop when one of the round carvings was about to appear. It would come out with a sudden explosion of pussy juice and she would scream and writhe all the while painfully pulling her nipples outward as hard as she could. There was a pool of cum stretching out around her about three feet. She pulled herself up to the next ball and almost stopped then ...pop...her pussy lips would suddenly stretch around the huge nodule and a torrent of cum would spill to the floor.

I was surprised to find I was as hard as a rock and for the first time, I noticed my cock seemed to be getting, if not bigger, then at least harder. My cock was so hard it was shiny and all the veins bulged obscenely up and down the slick shaft. I guess I was caught up in the moment and acted a little more aggressively than my usual moderate temperament. I walked up behind her and forced her down over the carved ball. She seemed to go into a seizure and for a moment I was scared that I had hurt her. Her head swung backwards, tossing her dampened back and her mouth was opened in a perfect "O". Her fingers were furiously twisting and pulling her engorged nipple unmercifully. As her contractions subsided somewhat, she looked me dead in the eyes and with a bestial voice she said she had wondered when it would start working on me too. I didn't have too log to ponder this because she started to pull herself up off of the huge fake cock she was impaled on. She pulled herself up more quickly, almost viscously, and watching her smooth, swollen pussy lips being stretched so obscenely over the carvings turned me on more than anything I've ever seen. She was staring at my cock and drooling...I mean literally drooling. I looked down and was surprised to see pre-cum dripping from my cock...no...dripping is not the right word. Flowing would be more accurate. There was already a puddle, about a cupped handful, between my feet. Every time she would stretch her puffy pussy lips over the next obstruction, a torrent of her cum would splash to the floor and was now mixing with my cum.

She finally pulled herself completely off of the pillar with a shudder. Her pussy was swollen and red and her clit, which had grown to about the size of my thumb, was actually pulsing; visibly pulsing. She dropped to her knees in what I thought was a fit of exhaustion, but she started to lap up the puddle of my cum from the floor like a starving kitten. Her face was streaked with cum and it was dripping off her chin in thick strands. She came up to my cock with her mouth open and her tongue already coated with my seed. She licked the cum constantly flowing from my cock, flicking her tongue up and down the slit working her way until she was actually tongue fucking the hole with the tip if her tongue. She was semi-squatted on the floor and as I gazed down her body, I saw that she had worked her fist inside herself almost up to her mid forearm. I could actually see her fist pushing out from her lower abdomen as she violently fist fucked herself.

My wife had said something with her mouth half full of my cock and my cum leaking from the sides of her mouth. I thought she said, "she was right". She then had another extremely violent orgasm and bit down hard on around the base of my cock. After it subsided and she took my cock out of her mouth, she told me she had gone to the same herbalist and gotten a potion for me as well. She had been giving it to me in my food for a week without me knowing. Scoffing, I asked her what this brew was supposed to do. She said it was almost the same as hers but with more Vitamin E and herbs to boost or mimic testosterone. The herbalist had told her that one of the good side affects was that my cum would be incredibly sweet as well as unbelievably copious. As she was licking up the still flowing cum she said she wanted to see if the second part was true. She straddled the candlestick once more and impaled herself down on it at least fifteen inches in one fluid movement. Seeing this unnatural act caused my cock to pulse violently sending an unbelievable amount of cum flying through the air. I was absolutely stunned by the amount of release as well as the strength of the uncontrolled muscular reaction. It seemed as if I had a massive orgasm all the way up my spine. This display seemed to be enough to send my wife over the edge. She grabbed my cock with both hands and started to violently jerk it. Her hands slipped well over the massive amounts of cum that was issuing from my cock. She would stop jerking me off every so often and try and cram her tongue as far into my slit as she could, almost like she was licking another woman's pussy. All the while she was ramming herself up and down on that massive candlestick, spraying her cunt juice everywhere. It was almost too much for me. I felt my balls become incredibly tight, drawing up into almost a leathery hardness and my cock seemed to swell and swell and swell until it seemed as if it would spit. The head was bright red and shiny and my slit had opened so much that my wife could slide at least an inch of her tongue into the shaft. Then my body went absolutely rigid, as if I'd been electrocuted. The first spasm of my orgasm was like cum was being shot out of me from a cannon. A stream of at least a cupful of pure, white cum shot from between my wife's fingers, over her head and three feet behind the couch. The stream never really stopped as it would normally. It was a continual stream, just with ebbs and surges. The next wave was more than the first and my wife hungrily put her mouth around the head as she rammed herself father down on the candlestick. She started choking and pulled her head back and caught the next surge full in the face. Sticky whiteness dripped from her mouth, chin, and hair. She held on to my slippery, convulsing cock with her one hand and directed the white stream towards her tits and stomach. She was soon covered with the sweet liquid and she rubbed it into her skin with her free hand. As our mutual orgasms were subsiding, I let her lick at the head of my cock like the greedy nympho she had become, and let her swallow as much cum as she could. I helped her up off the stiff pillar she had impaled herself on and watched once more in amazement as the huge carvings stretched her pussy out till she orgasmed. It was not until we were holding each other in a cum slicked hug that I noticed that this whole obscene tableau had been performed in front of our giant picture window with the drapes thrown wide open. For a moment, I was annoyed and embarrassed until I noticed some people in the windows of the apartment building across the street. Most were males furiously jerking themselves off, while others were couples fucking to a live porno movie. Completely drained, I guided my wife upstairs so we could sleep soundly in each other's arms. Maybe someday soon we could invite the neighbors over for an up close screening.