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How is your (the reader) tomboy wife supposed to fix your car for you if you keep spiking her food with weight gain supplements? The rapid growth spurts are kinda nice, though…

Well, Alex's transformation from Stay-at-home, tomboy greasemonkey to waddling, jiggling idol to plushness and indulgent excess it hadn't been intentional. At first. She'd always been proud of herself and her ability to tackle and handle any task she grapples with.

Then we got the truck. There was big, and there was BIG, and the truck was BIG. Because of its sheer size, Alex struggled for the first time with a task. It really troubled her because she really loved being my beautiful, dorky handyman that I could call upon at a moment's notice. Being the good, dutiful hubby that I am, I immediately went to the internet to find supplements that'd help her grow big fast so she could get out of her funk.

All it took was a single sachet of XL Corp's Sweet Empowerment supplement. I had only wanted to help. The product promised "To make her bigger and better than ever!"

So I snuck it into her morning coffee before she tried to wrangle with my beast of a car. She chugged down everything in the blink of an eye, panting and moaning, rubbing her belly. Then, as she stood up, I heard my wife let out one of the hottest sounds I ever heard her make. Her body trembled as her eyes rocked back into her head while moans and squeals fell from her lips, ecstasy taking her as she fattened up before my very eyes. I can still hear the shuddering groans of her denim overalls fighting to contain her growth

Seeing that semi-vacant look in her eyes, hearing her pant out as her hands glided over her new curves, or that deep-red blush on her face awoke something in me.

I immediately ordered more Sweet Empowerment from XL Corp. I taught myself to become a wizard in the kitchen so I could lace her food. I'd do anything to see and hear her practically cum her brains out as her body swelled and surged. But I restrained myself, at first. I needed her transformation to look natural, to keep Alex from realising what I was doing.

So, at first, it was just once or twice a month, and only in small doses, just a dash here or there. I'd stack her plate high, tell her how impressed I am at her bulking up to get jacked for me and then I'd feed her every bite until her eyes grew vacant and the supplement went to work. I would grope and tease her as the supplement kicked in, feeling her swell and fill my hands until they overflowed with her jiggling, wobbling curves.

By the time she burst out of her overalls and her massive breasts tore her sturdiest bra to pieces, i knew I could get more.... intense.

I lost all restraint, and I wanted to see her get bigger, curvier, bustier, and FATTER. The switch in me had been flipped, and all I could do was lie to my wife as I turned her into my perfectly plump, permanently horny wife.

But the hottest part of it all happened as I was feeding Alex. She looked up at me after wolfing down a slice of pizza and whispered. "I know what you've down to me... and I, I want you to keep going. I want to be so big and so fat and so horny that no one will believe that I was ever a hardworking girl!"

Once May saw a tiny stopwatch appear in the corner of her overlay, she got to work. Cracking open the first can and guzzling the citrus-tasting drink as it fizzed against her tongue. She bit back a moan as she felt a bubble of heat start to form within her belly. So good~! I freaking love this stuff!!! May thought as she rushed to gulp down the rest of the first can. She dropped the empty tin and gripped the second one without saying a word, watermelon tang washed over her senses as her mind tingled and grew hazy. The heat within grew more intense as she felt her bra begin to dig into her shoulders and her denim shorts grow tight on her thighs. Each mouthful made her moan as every inch of her tingled in just the right way. The second can fell and May was panting and mewling as she grasped for the third, opened her mouth as wide as she could and up-ended sugary-sweet pineapple flavoured fizz down her throat.

Her eyes rolled back as her mind went fuzzy and hazy. The heat within her belly erupted outward explosively; her tits swelled so fast that they snapped her bra, then ripped her shirt open. Milk poured and sprayed from her fattening nipples as her belly gurgled and rumbled before ballooning nearly five times it's size; filling her lap, forcing her thickening thighs apart, and becoming a shelf for her aching, overfull udders. Her ass surged and expanded with every breath she took until the stitching popped apart, the tidal wave of assmeat caused her office chair to creak, then groan, before finally breaking under her weight.

Your 12 foot tall ditzy girlfriend used to be a genius. She was never the same after her lab accident, but deep down, your soulmate is still in there somewhere, and she loves you very much.

Aimee had been the top of her class, a veritable genius, and valedictorian of one of the top universities in the country. Then she got employed by XL Corp. A business decision that propelled her study of biochemistry and let the pair of you live like royalty with how well she was being paid for her incredible work and discoveries.

That was, however, before The Incident. All that Paul knew of the event was that Aimee had cut corners in her zeal to build a new, revolutionary cosmetic drug. And in that zeal became exposed to the potent, undiluted drug. Now, his girlfriend was permanently changed, stuck as a 12-foot tall, bimbo giantess with a pair of tits and an ass so fat that they make beachballs look tiny by comparison.

Now, if it wasn't food or fucking, Aimee rarely spoke. Every part of her seemed wholly and solely devoted to hedonism and lurid bliss. A reflection of all of Aimee's deepest, darkest fantasies.

Paul couldn't help but admire her still. The Incident did nothing to dull his love for Aimee. He did everything he could to keep the love of his life happy. Paul attended to and worshipped Aimee like a god; oiling her body and massaging every inch until he heard her squeal as a climax rocketed through her, feeding her until her belly was taut, lavishing her with his lips whenever he could, ending his days fucking his bimbo goddess to sleep.

Sometimes, just sometimes, after mounting and pounding Aimee unconscious, Paul would hear Aimee talk in her sleep. "Hmmm... this... this is perfect... wanted this... want to stay like this... your... your dumb bimbo goddess..."