A confession

Amelia woke up one morning, a sense of dread filling her as she noticed something different about her body. Her breasts felt larger, heavier than usual. Panic surged through her as she realized they'd grown yet again, now a full two cup sizes bigger than before - she was now a D cup. It was an impossible change in such a short time frame, and fear gnawed at her mind.

Could this be breast cancer? The thought sent chills down her spine. She had always been health-conscious, taking pride in taking care of herself, but now the idea of a life-threatening illness loomed large in her thoughts. It would mean losing everything she'd worked so hard for – her career, her family, and the newfound sexual liberation she'd experienced since starting Liberate.

Amelia decided to confront Richard about her fears. As he sat at their kitchen table sipping his morning coffee, a sense of urgency filled her voice as she spoke. "Richard, I think I might have breast cancer." His eyes widened in alarm, and for a moment, Amelia thought she saw fear flicker across his face before it was quickly replaced by concern.

"What makes you say that?" Richard asked, feigning ignorance as he leaned forward to listen.

"My breasts... they've grown again," she explained, her voice trembling slightly. "I measured them this morning, and they're two cup sizes bigger than last week. It's impossible, right? And I feel a lump..." She trailed off, unable to finish the sentence as tears welled up in her eyes.

Richard took a deep breath and made his decision. He couldn’t let Amelia believe she had cancer – not when he knew it was all due to him. "Amelia," he began, reaching for her hand, "I need to tell you something. I've been... helping you lose weight and feel better by giving you some supplements."

He watched as the color drained from Amelia's face as she registered his words, the realization dawning on her that the changes in her body were not due to illness but rather a deliberate act of deception. "You **** me?" she whispered, the accusation hanging heavy in the air between them.

Richard nodded, guilt washing over him, but knowing there was no going back now. "Yes," he admitted. "But it's Liberate – the weight loss **** you've been taking. I wanted to help us get closer again, and this seemed like the perfect way."

Amelia sat in stunned silence for a moment, processing Richard's confession. Her mind raced with questions, trying to piece together how she ended up on Liberate without her knowledge. As she thought back over the past few weeks, memories flooded her consciousness – the rapid weight loss, the insatiable sexual appetite, the newfound confidence that had allowed her to fantasize about other men and even women without feeling guilty, her religious convictions and family values seeming to have melted away. It all made sense now.

The realization hit Amelia like a ton of bricks: this wasn't cancer; it was Liberate. As she felt an overwhelming surge of relief mixed with anger. She had been betrayed, but at the same time, she couldn't deny that her life had become immeasurably better since starting the ****.

Amelia stood up abruptly, fury burning in her eyes as she stared down at Richard. "You **** me?" she shrieked, her voice filled with rage and hurt. "Do you have any idea what this has done to my body? My mind?" She slammed her fist on the table, making him flinch, a hint of fear in his eyes.

Richard backed away slowly, hands held up defensively as he realized Amelia's anger was far more potent than he anticipated. The thought crossed his mind that she might actually hurt him physically, but then again, this new, uninhibited side of her could mean anything.

As the initial shock wore off and Amelia began to think about everything she had gained in the last few weeks – a slimmer body, an insatiable sex drive, and an unshakeable confidence – a strange calmness washed over her. She realized that despite Richard's betrayal, she wouldn't give up Liberate now. In fact, knowing it wasn't cancer made it even more appealing. Her new breasts felt amazing; they were no longer small and insecure but full and firm, exactly the way she always wanted them to be.

With a deep breath, Amelia softened her tone, her anger dissipating as quickly as it had risen. "Richard," she said, meeting his gaze with newfound understanding, "I'm angry that you kept this from me, but I won't lie – these last few weeks have been incredible. You've shown me a side of myself I never knew existed."

She walked over to him, her anger replaced by a fierce determination in her eyes. "From now on," she declared, "I'll take control of my own dosage. You tell me what you've been giving me, and I'll decide how much more I need."

Richard explained the amount he had been administering each day, relieved that Amelia had come to terms with his actions. He watched as she absorbed the information, her expression a mixture of gratitude and determination. "I'm glad we could work this out," he said, feeling a sense of satisfaction in having brought them closer together through this ordeal.

Amelia smiled, a genuine smile that reached her eyes for the first time since discovering Richard's secret. "It's all good now, Richard," she assured him. "We're both on the same page." And with that, kissed him passionately.

Amelia's body thrummed with an undeniable energy, a familiar heat that spread through her veins like wildfire. It was time to give in to her desires, to lose herself in the intoxicating pleasure that only Liberate had unlocked within her. And since Richard had been so honest and forthcoming about his actions, she decided it was only fair that he reaped the benefits of her newfound confidence and uninhibited nature.

"Richard," Amelia purred, her voice laced with a seductive sweetness that sent shivers down his spine, "You've shown me just how much you care about me. As a reward for your honesty, I think it's time we have some fun." Richard couldn't help but feel a surge of pride mixed with fear; he knew Amelia was capable of taking control and pushing him to his limits in ways he hadn't imagined before Liberate entered their lives.

With a mischievous glint in her eye, she led him by the hand towards their bedroom, anticipation building with each step they took. As they reached the bed, Amelia pushed Richard down onto the mattress, causing him to lie back and watch as she shed her clothes with an air of confidence that both intimidated and excited him.

Standing naked before him, Amelia's body seemed to radiate a raw sensuality that made it impossible for Richard to look away. Her curves were accentuated by the soft glow of the bedside lamp, every inch of her perfect flesh on display, begging to be worshiped. She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "Get ready, because this is going to be unforgettable."

Amelia straddled Richard's face, positioning herself above him with a predatory grace that left him breathless. Her hands rested on his shoulders, anchoring her in place while she relished the power she held over him. She felt an intoxicating surge of control, knowing exactly what she wanted and how to get it. And as she began to pleasure Richard, thanking him profusely for opening up this new world of sensations, Amelia couldn't help but relish in the way Liberate had transformed her life.

With each thrust of her hips, Amelia pushed harder, demanding more from Richard as he eagerly lapped at her core. Her moans echoed through the room, a symphony of pleasure that filled every corner with the raw intensity of their shared experience. She relished in the feel of his tongue exploring the depths of her womanhood, savoring each stroke and swirl as if it were a precious gift.

Amelia couldn't contain herself any longer; she arched her back, her hips moving faster and harder against Richard's face. Her cries grew louder, more **** as she pushed herself to the brink of ecstasy. She was lost in the sensation, completely consumed by the overwhelming pleasure that coursed through her body. Each time she came, her muscles spasmed uncontrollably, forcing Richard to swallow down wave after wave of her sweet release.

As Amelia climaxed for what felt like the hundredth time, she leaned back and smiled down at Richard, a triumphant smirk playing on her lips. "Oh, Richard," she purred, her voice husky with satisfaction, "You're so good at this. Thank you again for giving me such an incredible experience."

Richard lay panting beneath her, his face flushed and glistening with sweat, completely drained but undeniably content. He had never felt so desired, so utterly consumed by a woman's passion. And as he looked up into Amelia's eyes, he knew that their bond was stronger than ever before. Their shared secret had brought them closer together in ways neither of them could have imagined.

Amelia stood up and walked away from the bed, her body still buzzing with the afterglow of their encounter. She felt more alive, more powerful than ever before. Liberate had shown her a whole new world of possibilities, and she was determined to explore every single one of them. And as she thought about all the adventures that lay ahead, she couldn't help but smile at the realization that this was just the beginning.