Increasing the Dosage

Three weeks had passed since Richard had begun dosing Amelia's food with Liberate, and the results were astonishing. His initial goal of reigniting their marriage had been achieved and surpassed. Not only was Amelia more physically attractive than ever before, but her libido had skyrocketed to levels he never thought possible. Yet, ambition is a double-edged sword, and Richard found himself craving even more from his wife's newfound sensuality. He wanted to see her become an insatiable sex machine, eager to please him in any way imaginable.

He knew that increasing her dosage went against the initial plan, but he couldn't resist the allure of taking their relationship to this new level of depravity. After all, what was the point of having a wife who could satisfy every desire if not to indulge in those desires without restraint? Rationalizing his actions as an act of love and devotion, Richard convinced himself that it would bring them even closer together, strengthening their bond in ways he never thought possible.

Amelia's initial dosage had been double the recommended daily dose, enough to give her noticeable weight loss and a boost in libido, but Richard decided to double the amount, bringing her daily intake up to quadrupole the recommended amount. He figured that with such an increase, her body would be pushed to its limits, resulting in the kind of uninhibited sexual frenzy he craved.

The results were immediate and dramatic. Amelia's body underwent another remarkable transformation, her muscles becoming more defined, her skin glowing with a newfound radiance. Her breasts grew larger, fuller, straining against her clothing as if begging for release. Every night when she returned home from work, she couldn't wait to jump into bed with Richard, eager to fulfill his desires in any way he could imagine.

One evening, Amelia burst through the door, tossing her briefcase aside and making a beeline for their bedroom. Her silk blouse was unbuttoned, revealing the lacy lingerie beneath, every curve accentuated by the soft fabric. "Richard," she purred, her voice husky with desire, "I've been thinking about you all day long."

Richard couldn't help but grin as he watched her shed her remaining clothes, each discarded garment adding to his growing anticipation. He rose from his seat and approached her, his eyes feasting on the sight of her perfect body before him. Amelia wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer and whispering in his ear, "Let me show you just how much I want you."

Richard watched in fascination as Amelia dropped to her knees, her hands tracing patterns on his thighs before moving higher, caressing his erection through the thin fabric of his trousers. Her eyes were locked onto his, a mixture of desire and hunger burning within them. A slow smile spread across Richard's face as she expertly unbuckled his belt and lowered his zipper, revealing himself to her eager gaze.

"I can't wait any longer," Amelia whispered, her breath hot against his skin. She wrapped her lips around him, her tongue swirling and teasing, taking every inch of him into her mouth with expert precision. Richard closed his eyes, savoring the sensation of her worship, the feel of her on his cock a potent aphrodisiac that fueled his arousal even further.

As Amelia worked her magic, Richard couldn't help but appreciate the contrast between her newfound confidence and the way she used to be so hesitant in their intimate moments. Now, it was as if she craved him with every fiber of her being, eager to please him in any way imaginable. The Liberate had not only changed her body but also unlocked a side of her he'd never seen before – a woman unafraid to take control and assert her desires.

After what felt like an eternity of blissful oral pleasure, Amelia rose from her knees, the passion burning brightly in her eyes. She reached for his hands, guiding him towards their bed where she straddled him, taking charge as she positioned herself above him. Richard watched in awe as she took control, a sense of pride swelling within him at the sight of his wife so confident and uninhibited.

Amelia began to move rhythmically on top of him, her hips swaying back and forth with a masterful grace that drove Richard wild. Her hands were on his chest, pushing against him as if trying to merge their bodies into one. Each thrust was deep and forceful, her nails digging into his skin as she rode him harder and faster, the raw passion in her eyes mirrored by the intensity of her movements.

With every movement, Amelia's pleasure grew, her moans becoming more **** and uninhibited. The transformation Liberate had wrought upon her body and mind was evident in the way she moved with such confidence and abandon, her hips driving into him with a ferocity that left Richard breathless. Her touch sent shivers down his spine, each thrust an electric shock that ignited every nerve ending in his body.

As Amelia reached her peak, her cries of ecstasy filled the room, her orgasm washing over them both like a powerful wave. Richard felt a surge as he also started to cum well she lost control of herself on top of him, knowing he'd played a part in unleashing this new and uninhibited side of her. However, as she rode him out, Richard realized that his own climax having already passed left him spent and unable to keep his cock hard. Leaving her unfulfilled with her insatiable appetite.

Amelia sensed Richard's waning strength but wasn’t ready for the night to end just yet. "Oh Richard," she purred, a hint of disappointment in her voice, "You don't have any more energy left? Don't worry, I can take care of things myself." She leaned down and began kissing him passionately, her tongue exploring his mouth as if searching for a spark to rekindle his desire.

But the spark had died out, leaving Richard feeling guilty about not being able to satisfy Amelia’s insatiable hunger. He couldn't help but feel like he was letting her down, unable to keep up with the woman she'd become since starting Liberate. As she continued kissing him, a sense of helplessness washed over him – all he could do was watch as his wife took matters into her own hands, determined to get what she wanted regardless of whether he could help or not.

Back at work in Washington D.C., Amelia couldn't shake off the memory of their passionate encounter earlier that evening. Her mind raced with fantasies of other men – colleagues from Capitol Hill, handsome lobbyists, even strangers on the subway platform. She imagined them all taking her, fulfilling her deepest desires, each scenario more explicit than the last. The Liberate had not only awakened a lust within her but also given birth to an insatiable hunger for sexual gratification that she couldn't ignore.

One morning, while getting dressed in her office restroom, Amelia noticed something unusual. Her bra felt tighter than usual, and the fabric strained against her newly enlarged breasts. She tugged at it, trying to loosen the straps, but nothing seemed to give. A sense of panic began to rise within her as she realized that her body was changing once more, growing in ways she never expected.

"Could this be breast cancer?" Amelia wondered, her mind racing with worst-case scenarios. She had always been health-conscious and taken pride in taking care of her body, but now the idea of a life-threatening illness loomed large in her thoughts. The thought was unbearable, especially since it would mean losing everything she'd worked so hard for – her career, her family, and her newfound sexual liberation.

Later that day, Amelia attended a meeting with other senators and congressmen who were staunchly opposed to Liberate. Yet, as she sat amongst them, listening to impassioned speeches about the dangers of the ****, she couldn't help but feel conflicted. The once clear line between right and wrong had become blurred by her own experiences. She still believed in traditional family values and Christian principles, but now a part of her questioned whether sexual liberation was truly as evil as she once thought.

As Amelia stood up to speak, she took a deep breath, preparing herself to deliver an impassioned speech against Liberate. But even as the words left her lips, she couldn't shake off the memory of Richard and their passionate encounter earlier that evening. The lines between right and wrong had become so blurred that it was hard for her to tell where one ended and the other began.