Alter

Like any other person, my wife and I trash the junk mail that we receive. Like any other person we receive a sample of cologne and perfume in the mail. The last free sample of women's perfume that we received in our junk mail was called 'Alter'. At then, my wife, Jewel started to change slowly.

Jewel was raised up in a religious background. She was a 6'5", 24 year-old, blue-eyed, brunette, had a boyish figure and never wore make-up at home. She worked in the Accounts Payable department of a computer corporation.

The only clothing that she wore was long sleeve blouses, sweaters and sweatshirts for tops; slacks, jeans and sweatpants for pants, a cotton bra and panty set, hush puppies and/or sneakers for footwear and tube socks. No skirts except as for evening gowns. On those occasions, they were long, down to her ankles.

Like always, Jewel sniffed the sample's odor to test it if she liked it or not and then trashed it if she didn't. That was the last sample we had received for a while. Two days after she had sniffed 'Alter', she came home and changed into a pair of khaki shorts. Two days later, Jewel's breasts grew from A cup to B cup. From then on, changes came every single day.

On the fifth day, she came home from work and changed into a t-shirt and shorts. Overnight, her breasts had grown from 25B to 32B. Friday, Jewel started wearing make-up at home for the heck of it.

On Saturday, day 7, she started wearing 3" heel crisscross strap sandals and pantyhose. Once again overnight, a body change occurred. Her lips grew twice the normal size and the appearance made them look pouty. Jewel started wearing t-shirts at work. On Monday, she started running around the house only in her bra and panty set and shorts. Tuesday, her make-up became heavier. Her finger and toenails were painted the same color as her newly-pouted lips; reddish-black. Jewel started wearing an inch higher of a heel of the same style of heel that she started to wear the past Saturday.

Major changes happened the following couple days. Wednesday night, as we were sleeping, her breasts grew again from a B cup to a C cup. Jewel went on a shopping spree, after work, for a new bra and came home with a whole new wardrobe, yet just for trying on. She had stopped wearing any clothes at all around the house except for her bra and panties.

Thursday, Jewel started wearing knee-length skirts to work. And, when she came home, she unconsciencely changed into a black silk bra and panty thong set from the new wardrobe. The next day, day 13, she went to work with a strapless push-up bra just for a top. Overnight Friday night, Jewel's breasts grew again, her bust was now 36C. Saturday, her skirt level raised and went from poly-cotton to black imitation leather.

It was no well a half of a month that Jewel has been transforming and it didn't look like that it was ever going to stop. She went from reading books like Tom Clancy's Netforce and working her officework in bed to reading girly magazines like "Playgirl".

When I got home from work the following Monday evening, Jewel was already home from work teasing her hair up getting ready to go out to somewhere. I even noticed that there was a bottle of 'Alter' on her night stand. As I caught her teasing her hair, Jewel was wearing black fishnet stockings instead of her usual sheer pantyhose. She was also chewing bubble-gum. Jewel then stepped into a pair of black 7" heels with 2" platforms, and into a black ciré tube dress. At that, Jewel picked up a new-to-me clutch bag, told me that she was going out to meet some friends, not to wait up, kissed me on the cheek and left.

Just as I was leaving for work the next morning, she came home dressed in an athletic spandex outfit with a pair 7" heel-2" platformed sneakers, carrying a garment bag. The following 72 hours, according to me, Jewel went in to work for a few hours at 10 and came home at 2 to get ready to go out just like on Monday.

When I awoke on Saturday, day 21, I found Jewel stripping off another hot spandex outfit. She wasn't wearing any undergarments and her tits, as she called them then, seemed like that they had grown again. I asked what her bust was then. Jewel said giddishly that she saw them grow and just had measured them two nights before. She said that they were 36D's as she got into bed.

Later that day, as I was mowing the lawn, Jewel strutted out of the house and told me that she was leaving for an appointment and left. She was only dressed in a t-shirt with her name printed in bold, black letters over her tit's, a leather skirt that hardly covered her ass-cheeks and her high heel sneakers. She came back as a blonde bombshell. Once again, Jewel left for the night, never to return until 10 the next morning. As she left, she told me that she had a surprise for me and would show it to me the following day.

It was the next day, Jewel came home and went looking for me. When she did, Jewel stripped right there and begged me to fuck her. At that, I stripped my clothes off too. I then worked up my best to lift her, because her tits had grew bigger again, to push my hardened cock into her cunt. As it hit the surface, I felt something small and hard. I then sat her down on a table nearby. Jewel then opened her legs wide and held out her hand towards me as she smiled at me sultry. She had her diamond wedding ring pierced into her pussy. She then said that meant that she was forever mine. I was turned on by that and we fucked until dinnertime. That was the first time that I have noticed that Jewel had her mound permanently shaven.

Again after dinner, like lately, Jewel went out. She kept going out every night since. When I got home from work the next evening, day 23, I heard moans coming from our bedroom. There was also a line of strown clothes that leaded upstairs to the bedroom. I followed the clothes and moans. As I got to the door, I caught my wife, moaning in ecstasy, humping up and down on a black man.

I stormed in and the man squandered out from under Jewel and my wife hid in fear under the covers trying to cover herself. The man then quickly scattered out the door.

I had a hard time accepting what I saw. Jewel tried to tell me what happened to her over the past week, but I didn't listen and kicked her out.

For the next 4 days, I was totally down and drunk heavily. By Friday, I was up to gathering Jewel's things and send half to Salvation Army, from thinking that she took me for serious to never come back home. The other things, I had to pawn or give to an adult clothing store for which that she had become a slut. As I gathered them, I found a matchbook, near her bottle of 'Alter', from a stripjoint downtown. I wondered if I would find Jewel there and I did.

Jewel was a vision of lust, her tits must have been approximately 36EE, pouty lips, platinum blonde, strutting on 2" platformed 7" heels and clad just by a bikini top and a neon-fluescent miniskirt dancing, prancing and twirling around a pole on a stage. Men were throwing paper dollars up on stage as they howled and whistled her on.

I made my way to the dressing room without having one of the bouncers noticing. I asked some of the girls, who were in the room, where Jewel fixes her face. I then waited for Jewel to come backstage until after her number at her place.

Few minutes later, Jewel came in only clad in a bikini thong, that match the top that she wore earlier, which might be part of one of her outfits for here, counting her tips. She then caught sight of me and stopped cold in her tracks. She then asked the girls to give us some privacy and they did. Jewel acted like that Monday had never happened. Jewel then went on and got ready for her next number. I took it slow and asked her when she started to strip and whore. As she got ready, Jewel had told me that she started moonlighting here since three Monday s ago, then quit her day job at the corporation on this past Monday to whore full time and that that day was the first time that she sold her for sex and money. She acted and talked like her intelligence was sucked dry out of her.

A back muscleman then came in to talk to Jewel. Right in front of me, they engaged in a kiss like that they were long-time lovers. She then introduced him to me as Stan. She had told me that she had been staying at his place the past couple days. Jewel also pointed out that he also owns a manufacturing company that makes the perfume, 'Alter'.

I then realized that it was 27 days since I saw the sample in the mail. It also was the same total of days that Jewel started to transform into a nymphomaniacal slut bitch from a prude housewife. And, remembered the bottle of 'Alter' on her night stand. That was when I realized that each of the strippers had a bottle of 'Alter' at their places. Stan was behind all this. It was the odor that transformed Jewel. Each one of the strippers were respectiful women who had normal careers and lives. One was a nun and every other one were married. Their husbands had left them for which that they had transformed into instiable sluts. A few were married to millionaires.

At this time, all the changes were finished, except one.

As soon as we were alone again, we compromised on how her new lifestyle would effect our marriage and Jewel came back to me. She now took orders from Stan, but Jewel was still my wife. Sunday, day 29, her tits grew again to 36FF.

The following three months, Jewel had become a porn flick queen and does some strip clubs and hooking on the side from time to time. Stan comes over about three times a week to fuck Jewel, sometimes with me in the house. They ask me to watch several times. Jewel also invites men and women over for "business", sometimes includes me.

Jewel had a few tattoos done. One on her right breast of a dragon behind a rose. Another one on her left arm, that looked nearly like Pamela Lee's, yet it wasn't barbwire. A third one was on her hip of a panther. A fourth on her ass that read, 'Pussykitty', which meant that the strippers at her club were called Pussykitties.

I was kind of glad that Stan had turned my wife into one of his strip club slaves. There were some advantages. I got to date some of the strippers from their club and some of the women who came over to seek sexual pleasure from Jewel. I also got to fuck Jewel after she came home from bachelor parties. But, there were some disadvantanges as well, like Jewel could get impregnated or leave me.

A few months later, Jewel was waiting for me when I came home from work and announced that she was pregnant.

Nine months after that, Jewel had a bouncing baby girl. Since her daughter's birth, she never wore her diamond wedding ring on her pussy ever again. Instead, Jewel had her right nipple pierced to have a chain hooked from the nipple down to her clit in place of her ring.