The Supplement Pt. 01

Josh closed the browser on his computer, silencing the woman still screaming out her joy. Looking down at his belly, he examined his shrinking dick and the small streaks of cum on his belly. Compared to the glazing the woman in the video had just gotten, it was nothing. Less than nothing. It didn't help that his dick didn't measure up either.

He knew comparing himself to porn stars was the way to madness, but how could he help it? He'd measured his dick at its hardest, and according to the internet, he was perfectly average. Great.

The one joy of having small loads was the quick cleanup, as he demonstrated with one tissue, but Josh was sure he wouldn't mind having to wipe himself more than once.

Curious, he opened his browser again, and a quick google search later, he was scrolling through results on how to increase his semen volume. Several minutes into his research, it appeared the stupid internet didn't have an easy way for him to start producing porn star loads. Just some recommendations about jerking off less and drinking more water. Hadn't science made a pill, or anything?

Disappointed, Josh moved from his desk to his bed, pulling his underwear back on. Laying in bed, waiting for sleep, he contemplated the advice he'd found.

'Jerk off less'. Ha, as if.

'Drink water'. Check, he'd do that starting tomorrow.

'Don't smoke'. He didn't.

'Stay in shape'. He was in fine shape for an 18-year-old. Not skinny, not a jock.

It seemed for whatever reason, he was destined to produce little piddles of cum. Still annoyed the internet had failed him, Josh counted sheep until sleep claimed him.

The next morning, he woke up with a new determination to jack off less, to see what it did for his load size. He was also going to drink as much water as he could.

Joining his parents in the kitchen, but not looking their way, he popped some bread in the toaster and went looking for their biggest water bottle. Finding a 2-liter one in the back of the cupboard, he filled it up at the tap and put some ice cubes in to keep it somewhat chilled. He hated warm water.

The toast wasn't done yet, so he turned to his phone, scanning through his Reddit feed.

"Ahem," he heard and looked up. His mom was at the table, staring at him.

"Yes? Can I help you?" he asked, keeping his face neutral.

"You certainly can. You can come give me a kiss, you brat," said his mom, her eyes twinkling.

He grinned. He'd known that ignoring her would get her going, as she insisted on a kiss every morning. "Okay, I suppose so," he said and walked over to plant a smooch on her cheek.

His mom, Jean, was generally ranked in the middle of the pack amongst his friends' moms. Tommy's mom was ranked at the top, as she was a model, followed closely by Allan's mom, as she had big tits. Then came his mom, followed by Jeff and Mark's mom. Josh couldn't vote for his mom, (because he'd be biased?) but as he'd had it explained to him, she was third because while she was cuter than Allan's mom, she had smallish tits and dressed like she was going to church every day. They didn't talk about Jeff and Mark's moms.

As Josh leaned over to kiss his mom, he smelled her shampoo, which was nicely fragrant without being too strong. A stray hair tickled his face as he bussed her cheek. "Looks like you have a straggler," he said, pointing at the loose lock.

"Thanks," she said with a smile, tucking it behind her ear. "I'll fix it before I leave."

His mom usually kept her long, brown hair pulled back in a simple ponytail, which had once prompted Tommy to compare her to Lara Croft. The other guys had pointed out her lack in the bust department, and the comparison never came up again.

"Anything planned for after school?" his dad asked from across the table.

"No, I think I'm going to just get my paper done. It's due next week but I'm almost finished. If I get it done now I can hang out at Allan's on Saturday."

"Don't forget the lawn needs to be mowed this weekend," his dad said, glancing up from his tablet.

"Yeah, I'll do it Sunday."

"See that you do, I'll be gone all weekend for work, so I won't be around to remind you."

His mom's face fell. "Again? I thought you were going to tell them no more weekends. What if we had plans?"

Josh's dad, Chuck, said, "We don't have plans. If we did, I'd have told them to find someone else. You know this all leads towards a promotion, right? More money?"

Jean sighed and nodded. "I just don't know when it's going to finally happen. You've been promising me for two years."

"Well, I'm pushing as hard as I can. Maybe by this time next year..."

"Yeah, you said that last year."

Josh had heard this argument many times, so he went to butter his toast, tuning his parents out. He scarfed it down with a large glass of water and left for school.

His day was spent drinking water and fighting to remind himself not to jerk off later. He wasn't helped by the girls in his class wearing less clothing as summer got closer. One girl - Jenny - wore shorts that looked painted on, which drove him crazy, and he was thankful the one class he had with her wasn't scheduled for today.

Jenny had a killer butt, everyone agreed, but her best feature was her rack, a fact that wasn't lost on her. She had gone without a bra at least five times he'd counted this year, and each occasion was chiseled into the bedrock of his memory.

Stop it, he chided himself. This wasn't going to help with the plan of not jerking off.

While eating lunch with his friends, Tommy asked him what the huge water bottle was for. Josh jokingly explained it was to help his 'huge gains', which had prompted a half-hour conversation about whether taking steroids makes your dick small, and if it did, shouldn't there be another substance that did the opposite? The agreed-upon answer was yes, but scientists hadn't found it yet. Some kind of anti-steroid.

At home that night, after Josh had finished his paper, he went browsing for some PC parts. It was while he was on one site he finally noticed an ad from three previous sites. It was for some kind of supplement, which he would normally ignore, but this ad eventually penetrated his defenses with the words 'huge' and 'load'.

'You want huge load? Try scientific proven formula to show lover your care!'

It wasn't very grammatically correct. The words were around a picture of a white lake. Not very subtle, either. He moved on.

The next thing he found was an ad in his email for 'Huge loads!'

What.

Josh groaned as he realized he must not have done the search last night in incognito mode, and now he was being targeted for the ads. Remembering the lack of concrete solutions for increasing semen in his research, he wondered how anyone could be taken in by that stuff.

Thinking back to what the guy in the video had been able to produce, he wondered: How did he get such an impressive output? He must have a secret. There must be a way to get it done, but no one was talking about it. What if these miracle drugs did work?

The last question prompted him to click on one of the ads. A normal website opened, with testimonials for the power of the product. 'Glazed donut!' 'Filled her up!' 'I lost weight!'

It was so patently ridiculous Josh couldn't help but laugh. Clicking the back button, he didn't leave the site, instead, a popup said, 'Wait! 50% off if you buy now!' The price listed was only $20.

He wavered. He hemmed. He hawed. Finally, he caved and clicked the button to take him to the checkout page, a purchase of 1 bottle of pills for $20 with free shipping. He clicked buy with the Paypal account his parents had set up for him and went to bed, being sure not to jerk off.

The next day dawned, and Josh woke feeling silly for falling for an obvious scam. Chalking it up to a bad call and being horny after one day of not jerking off, he forgot all about it.

To his surprise, the following day he was surprised to see a package on the front step for him. It was in a small brown box, discreetly labeled as 'health supplements'. Thankful he got home before either of his parents, Josh took the box to his room and opened it. Inside was a bottle of pills, a second large bottle, and a note.

The note read: 'Thank for buying max load pills. For more joy in life, give free bottle of extra clean wash to wife. She prepare each day for more love.'

He looked at the large bottle and it was just labeled 'Wash'. He opened it and sniffed it, getting a noseful of a strong berry smell. Ugh. Way too strong for him, and he didn't have a wife or even a girlfriend. Josh put the bottle on his desk and examined the pill bottle closer. It was labeled 'Max Load', with the words 'once daily' below them.

Okay. Seemed straightforward. Josh popped the lid open and got the same scent of berry the bottle had, but stronger. He popped one of the pills into his mouth, noting it tasted like a children's vitamin. Suddenly sure he had been scammed, as expected, he looked at the bottle of 'wash'. Maybe his mom would use it?

He went to the bathroom and placed the wash bottle into the shower. Just as he came out of the bathroom, he heard the front door close.

"Josh, I'm home!" came the voice of his mom.

He went to greet her with a hug, another part of their routine she insisted on. After a brief clutch, she let him go and said, "How was school? One less day before grad?"

"Fine. Yep, almost there. How was work?" he asked, watching her slip her shoes off and put on slippers. She was wearing her regular work clothes: slacks and a loose blouse which did nothing to show her figure. Normal mom stuff. No wonder his friends didn't rate her higher.

"Oh, fine. Same old. Any plans tonight? I was thinking we could order pizza and watch a movie."

"No plans. Where's Dad?" They only ordered pizza when he was going to be absent, as he hated it.

"He has to work late."

"Is this in place of working this weekend?"

His mom shrugged. Josh could tell she was fighting it, but there was an undercurrent of sadness in her voice. She was tired of playing second fiddle to his work.

Mother and son chatted while they waited for the pizza, and picked out a movie to watch. Josh did his best to keep her spirits up and take her mind off of his dad. By the time they were full of pizza and halfway through a comedy, he felt like she was back to her old self, laughing and smiling. Josh was happy to see it, as he hated when she was sad.

After the movie, they headed to their rooms, not discussing the fact his dad wasn't home yet.

The next day, Josh was on the fence about taking another of the fake pills. He hadn't felt any kind of a change, but it had only been one day. Maybe it was better to at least try them for a week? There were 29 pills left in the bottle, so it was only a month's supply anyways. Shrugging, he took another pill.

He had successfully avoided jerking off last night, three nights running, and had downed even more water. His friends were getting used to seeing the bottle with him but still hadn't gotten a straight answer from him for why he was drinking so much water. He wouldn't tell them. The last thing he needed was to be told they all came buckets of cum, or for them to suggest a cum measuring contest.

Figuring three days of abstinence was enough to see a change, and being almost constantly horny, he could try the effect of the pills. He dropped his pants and fell back onto his bed, feeling his dick get hard in anticipation.

Josh thought back to Jenny and her tight shirt while playing with his dick. Somehow she had managed to get away with wearing one that showed her belly, even though it was against the rules. Josh didn't mind one bit and thanked his lucky stars they had shared a class that day. As his excitement grew, he took himself fully in hand, stroking while imagining kissing Jenny. He was primed. Just as he was speeding up, an image of him spurting everywhere popped into his brain. The porn actors always had a woman's face or tits to jerk off onto, but he didn't. He didn't want to make a mess on his bed.

Jumping up, he opened his door and listened to make sure his mom hadn't come home yet. Hearing silence, he trotted to the washroom, jumping into the shower stall. He grabbed his still hard cock and gave it a few more strokes. He felt harder and more sensitive. As he approached his climax, a pressure built in his groin, bigger than any he'd felt before.

Josh groaned out loud as he pumped, his knees going weak. He put a hand on the shower wall and faced it, eyes closed and mouth open. For the first time in his life, Josh felt as if his cock was too hard, he was too close to orgasm. Powering through, he gave one final pump, and then he was shooting his cum at the shower wall. What would normally be a few spurts was five or six full ones, painting the shower wall. The air was filled with the same berry smell as the pills, and it seemed to enhance his pleasure.

He wasn't up to the porn star amount yet, but it had only been a few days and he could already see an improvement. Maybe the pills did work? Or maybe it was his abstinence.

Drained, Josh felt weak and decided to lay down for a bit. He quickly washed his spunk from the shower wall and stumbled from the bathroom to his room and collapsed on his bed, sleep taking him instantly.

***

Jean grabbed her purse and lunch box from the passenger car seat and made her way to the house. She'd had a good day, not too busy, some nice gossip time with coworkers. Even a long lunch with her boss, discussing her performance.

A good day which had been ruined by the text she'd just gotten from Chuck, telling her he was working late again. Damn him. If he had a whisper of libido she'd accuse him of cheating on her, but she knew his last thought at any time was of sex. Knew it quite well.

Trying to push thoughts of her husband to the back of her head, she focused on spending time with Josh again. More pizza? Or Chinese? There was that new superhero show she might be able to tempt him with.

Coming into the house, she yelled out her customary, "I'm home!" No answering cry came back, indicating an empty house. Maybe Josh was out visiting friends? She'd hoped he was home, as he was great at making her forget her woes, and she felt like she'd need his help tonight. Maybe she would text him to come home?

Figuring it could wait, Jean went to change into comfier clothes. As she did, she lamented the fact it had been months since she'd undressed for any reason except changing or showering. Chuck had no time for her anymore. Didn't she deserve to be desired? Lusted after? Knowing the answer was 'yes', she watched in the mirror as her naked body came into view. First, her loose blouse, deliberately chosen to hide her figure, and then her bra. The restrictive garment let loose with a snap, releasing her breasts. She was proud of their heft and lack of sagging, despite her age. She groaned as she smoothed her hands over the sensitive flesh, rubbing away the pressure lines from her bra. It had been too long since anyone but she had done this. Damn Chuck!

They had started their marriage on a fairly even footing in terms of their sexual desires, even if it was very vanilla sex, but lately his had faded while hers swelled. She made use of vibrators and dildos, but they weren't the same thing as a flesh and blood cock, were they? A flesh and blood body, holding, thrusting, kissing - stop it, she ordered herself.

Jean knew if she let herself, her lust would grow until she was craving to be fucked. The last time it had happened, Chuck had grudgingly given in to her demands, saying it was the last time he'd be pressured to perform.

Jean snorted at the thought. His performance had been pathetic and unsatisfying. Still, the thought had her body prepping itself for sex, blood flowing to engorge her nipples and labia. She pushed at her crotch, trying to satisfy her hungry vagina long enough to get to bedtime, but it just made her hornier.

Josh would probably be home soon but for now, she was alone. She looked at her bed, contemplating bringing out one of her toys. Then she imagined Josh barging in on her, and she shook her head. It was only faintly possible, but she'd be mortified if it happened. Thinking of someplace more sacrosanct, Jean made her way to the bathroom, bringing her comfy clothes with her.

If he heard her showering, he'd never barge in, and she would have the privacy to satisfy her needs alone, yet again. Stripping the rest of her clothes off while the water warmed, she shivered as her nipples contracted. They were as big as pencil ends, and her areola coned and pebbly as well. She tweaked one, shivering at the pressure.

When the water was warm enough, she jumped under the flow, getting her tits wet, and her pussy wetter. A shiver of anticipation ran through her as she brushed one wet hand up her bare labia. She enjoyed being smooth down there, as it looked cleaner and felt sexier than having hair. One finger slipped between her lips, the warm, slick moisture coating her digit.

Jean breathed in deeply as tingling spread to her pelvis, and she clenched her inner muscles. She needed to be fucked! As she pushed one finger into her vagina, she breathed in again, through her nose, and detected a strange berry-like, artificial scent.

Mystified, Jean paused in her ministrations and tried to imagine what it could be. She was sure they didn't have anything that matched the smell in the house. Looking around, she spotted a strange bottle labeled 'wash'.

Opening it up, she got a waft of the same berry smell as what was in the air. The smell went right to her head, making her feel... good. Energized. She took another deep whiff and looked at the bottle closer. Just a generic no-name brand body wash.

Jean was fond of trying new shower products, so she poured a generous pool of the wash into her hand. It was milky white, and the smell intensified as she brought her hand to her upper chest. Her mouth flooded with saliva at the smell, a normal indicator of extreme arousal. Or hungry, she allowed.

Careful to stay out of the spray of the shower, Jean spread the wash over her body, moving down to her tits. When she ran her hand over her nipples, she gasped aloud. The cool liquid caused them to start tingling, and they hardened even more. The smell was in her brain as she took large breaths to feel the energizing effect over and over.

Whatever this stuff was, they had a hit on their hands, she thought. She covered her stomach next, down to her pussy. When a finger skimmed across her full outer labia, she groaned out loud. How did it know to make only the good parts react? It wasn't heat or a burn, it was an actual lightning bolt of tingling shivers sent to her core.

Jean was never really vocal during sex. She knew it happened for some people, but mostly it seemed to be a porno thing. When her finger slipped between her lips, stroking across her clit, she couldn't help it. "OHhhhhhMMmmmmmm..." she moaned, mouth open.

Her legs trembled, and she almost fell over in the shower at how good the wash felt on her body. She put her hand out to steady herself, and rolled the 'wash' finger over her clit, strumming it to get as much pleasure as she could. Within moments, her inner tension had wound up to the breaking point.

"Ohh fuck! OHhhhhnnnnnggg!!!" She couldn't help it, it felt too good, and her orgasm was too strong to stay silent. Hot water beat on her back as she rubbed her clit, moaning and twitching.

The orgasm drove all other thoughts away, letting her wallow in the pleasure. This had been her easiest orgasm in years. Jean pulled at one nipple, stretching the rubbery skin out to feel the jolt of pleasure she loved. The berry smell filled her nose as she stood in place, water cascading over her body, which quivered with each contraction of her vagina. When she was eventually able to stand up straight, she went straight to the bottle of wash, looking everywhere for a list of ingredients, or a manufacturer logo. Nothing.