I received a note, again delivered by hand, to be at the airport in two days time, Wednesday at 6:15 pm to meet flight BX123Y that would be arriving at that time. My wife would be on it.

I brought flowers and waited by the arrivals gate watching people arriving from her flight. After what I thought might have been the last passenger walked past, I looked around not seeing my wife. Then down the passageway came a vaguely familiar young woman with a huge pair of breasts. I looked harder and realised that the young woman walking very slowly towards me, with a spaced-out look on her face was like a much younger version of my wife.

It then dawned on me that it was her and that the treatment had obviously been successful. She looked no older than about twenty five! I felt a slight worry, as she was walking as if she was walking on eggs and trying not to break any. I quickly strode over to her and wrapped her in my arms. She immediately grabbed me hard and moaned.

'What have they done to you' I asked as I held her at arms length gaping at her new look.

She looked more like a twenty something than a forty six year old wife, with a very slim figure except for what must have been DD cup breasts. Her nipples were poking out obviously through the blouse and bra she had on.

'Please John, just help me to the car and I will tell you about it once we are there.'

I gave her another hug feeling her large breasts pushing against my chest. She again held me tight and moaned deeply. This had me worried 'Are you in pain' I asked while still holding her tight.

'Oh John' she purred, starting to rub herself against me. Call me slow, but it was only then that I realised she was moaning with pleasure, not pain, and that I had a raging hard-on from her look and smell. That's right, smell she smelt stunning is all I can do to describe it even now, two years later. It affects everyone who gets too close to her, men and women, you just get instantly turned on.

I quickly moved back and noticed her nipples now seemed to be trying to bore a way out through her bra and blouse. With her having no luggage we went straight out to the car, I helped her in and then went around and got into the driver's seat.

'John, I will tell you what was done to me now, before we go home, so you can decide if you still want me.'

'How can you say that? You did all this to save me.'

She then began to tell me her story.

She was taken out of the house to the car that had brought me home. Once she was inside someone stuck a needle into her. The next thing she remembers is waking up in a bed in what looked like a hotel room.

Once she had gotten up, bathed and dressed in the clothes she found in the cupboards, she left the room and found herself in a short corridor leading to a closed door. The door was locked when she tried it, but shortly after trying the handle it was unlocked and a young woman entered, accompanied by a guard.

'Well, how are we today' said the young women in a typical nurse manner. 'Fully rested after our long trip, not feeling any nausea or other aches and pains?'

'No, I feel fine. Where am I?' asked Helen.

The nurse, as my wife assumed she was, continued with her conversation as if my wife hadn't spoken. 'That's good. You will be confined to this room and an exercise area for the next two weeks until after stage one has been completed.'

'What stage one?' asked Helen.

'Just lay down on the bed for me while I check your pulse and blood pressure, please.'

Helen laid down while the nurse checked her over. 'You will have your meals delivered here and we will provide any entertainment that you request, within reason.'

The nurse was then passed a syringe by the guard which she injected into Helen's left buttock. 'See you tomorrow.' said the nurse.

This continued for the next three days. Helen watched TV, read books and generally had a good time resting. On the morning of the fourth day she noticed that all her grey hairs had fallen out during the night from all over her body. Also her skin felt a lot firmer.

Over the next week her body changed quite rapidly, becoming an idealised version of her younger self. All the blemishes and faults from her youth, though, were missing. She estimated that she now had a better figure than when she was twenty, about 5ft 4in, 34-20-34.

During the remainder of the two weeks her body just improved, becoming more firm and supple. She had never felt better, even when she was twenty.