Remedy for impotence

Oleg, in despair, rolled back to the edge of the bed. He and Inga had failed again.

For the last few months, Oleg had felt a certain decline in his male strength. It all started with him simply getting tired of sex. But for a while, he still had it with his wife, though without getting much pleasure from it. Then one day, Oleg suddenly realized he hadn't had sex for a week and wasn't even drawn to it. Inga had already started to pester him gently, demanding the old attention. Oleg realized with horror that he couldn't get an erection. Nothing helped. Not exercise, not massage. The couple had even begun to think about Viagra, but the very thought that a young man

in the prime of his life had to resort to such means horrified Oleg. He became sullen and uncommunicative, easily irritated. At work, everything went haywire. The couple's marital happiness was clearly under threat.

Divorce loomed on the horizon. Oleg turned to doctors, but they found nothing wrong with him. They advised him to get more fresh air and eat fresh vegetables. It's unknown how it all would have ended if one evening, when Oleg was already in bed, Inga was changing into her pajamas and suddenly revealed a rather round little belly.

"Have you gained weight?" asked Oleg, suddenly feeling a surge of some kind of excitement.

"Well, yes," Inga replied, as if apologizing. "I do a lot of sedentary work, not much sex..." Inga stopped short, realizing she had probably said too much.

Oleg's eyes were burning. He couldn't take his eyes off his wife's plumpening flesh. He suddenly jumped up and pushed her onto the bed. Oleg felt his penis harden and grow to a state that even somewhat exceeded all previous erections.

Afraid his erection might fade, Oleg thrust it into his wife's vagina so powerfully that she screamed in surprise.

Oleg fucked Inga like never before. It was something new, unexpected for both him and her.

When it was over, Inga looked at her husband with interest.

"Wow," she drawled. And in those two words, there was so much passion that Oleg suddenly felt all the male confidence lost over these months returning to him. He lay down next to Inga and reached for her fuller belly. He kneaded and caressed it, feeling himself getting more and more aroused again.

Inga understood her husband's secret. She didn't try to lose weight; on the contrary, she indulged in cream cakes. Her girlfriends at work first joked, saying she'd get fat, but then they noticed that Inga was indeed gaining weight, and quite quickly.

But now Oleg loitered under the windows of the office where Inga worked, impatiently waiting for the end of the workday to bundle his wife into the car, take her home, and fuck, fuck, fuck. The fatter his wife became, the stronger his libido. He was beside himself with her rounding forms.

The preludes to sex lengthened significantly, as Oleg derived wild pleasure from covering Inga's fattening buttocks, her enlarged breasts, and, of course, her belly—which was now the size of a basketball and continued to grow steadily—with kisses. Soon, Inga became pregnant. The family was saved.