You enter the house, and to your surprise you see your wife Kimberly sitting in your computer chair.

“Hey! I was getting bored waiting for you to come home so I gave this game a try!”

Weird… She had so many arguments with you in the past about “wasting time on the game” when you would come home from work.

Countless discussions that led nowhere, Kimberly would never see the idea through in a million years: playing games was not a hobby, just a waste of time with no purpose.

So what changed her mind all of a sudden?

A crooked smirk appeared on your face as you walked out of the room to the kitchen and opened the fridge.

You chuckled. Your closed-minded wife had helped herself to the new soda you bought while you were at work. You were at a loss and didn’t know how to change her mind.

… but a strategically placed case of Bimbo-Cola in the fridge seems to have done the trick.

“This shit really works, huh?” You rubbed your hands together like an evil mastermind.

You head back to see how your wife was doing with this videogame that she scolded you for playing a day earlier.

“Wow”, You said as you stood at the door and stared at your prudish wife.

“Wow, what?” Your wife said to you with a perplexed look on her now wrinkle-less face as she continued to play.

Streaks of blonde appeared in her hair. Didn’t she just have her hair tied up a minute ago?

“What happened to your hair, Kim?”

“What do you mean? My hair ALWAYS looks like this, not like you’ve ever noticed…”

Even her outfit had changed in a matter of minutes. A yellow undershirt was wrapped tightly around her breasts that seem to be growing larger and fatter by the hour.

“Babe, I think your tits are getting bigger”

“Huh? Um, no they’re not, it must just be the shirt I’m wearing! Wait, I don’t remember putting this on… it does seem a bit small, maybe I gained some weight or something!”

She seemed to be getting thicker and more forgetful by the second. This soda is Insane!

Hours felt like minutes as you waited to see your wife’s cans grow even bigger. God, you want to fuck her already and you still have a whole case of Bimbo-Cola in the fridge for her.

You couldn’t fall asleep at night, you were staring at the ceiling wondering what she would look like in a week if she kept drinking these.

The next morning, you went to see your wife who was already playing the games that she hated to see you on all the time.

She looks unbelievable today.

“Hey baby! Like, these sodas are the BEST! Where’d you get them from?”

Her hair turned almost completely blonde overnight. Her swollen tits are stuffed into a pink crop top and they’re actually bouncing and jiggling in their prison with each word she says now.

Your cock stiffened in your pants. Time to order a new case of Bimbo-Cola.

“Oh you like the sodas? Feel free to drink as many as you want. I got them just for you.”

Kim giggled dumbly as she clapped her hands and got up from her chair to give you a wet kiss.

The prudish wife you talked to yesterday is now jamming her tongue in your mouth and reaching around your waist to grab your ass.

You feel an uncontrollable desire to reach up and squeeze her huge, fattening melons.

“AHhhnn..” she moaned in your nearly violent grip. You struggle to fit her giant tits into your hands. Her fat funbags are mashing into your chest and pressing upward into your chin, each jug about the size of her head at this point.

“Um, you’re like, making me sooooo horny right now baby! I love when you grab them like that..”

Kim looked at you with half-lidded eyes. She was like dumb, thick putty in your hands as you fondled her tits and her fattening ass.

“I want you even bigger, Kimmy. Keep drinking those sodas and I will pound your fat bimbo ass later, I have to go to work”

She moaned again, this time even louder.

Her, a Bimbo? But she’s so flat chested!

She was getting wet at the thought of becoming even bigger, dumber, hornier for her sexy hubby.

And she’s finally gonna get fucked, like sooo hard later when you come home.

Kimmy pouted as you left the house with a can of Bimbo-Cola in your work bag.

She was hungry for you. How dare you go to work, instead of staying home and smashing her fat cheeks for hours on end? She needs to cum, like right now!

On the drive home, you cracked open the can of soda and took a sip. Your cock stiffened and stretched longer and thicker in your pants as it pushed the limits of your zipper.

“Gotta cum..” you said as your mind grew foggier and hornier.

Your shirt felt tighter. you watched your forearms on the steering wheel thicken with muscle.

Your rigid cock overrides your jeans as they split through, swelling into a massive meat pole with no purpose other than pounding your wife’s big fat ass. The zipper feels like it’s cutting into your fat cock as it continues to grow bigger and harder.

“Umph.. Cocks gotta grow a foot long”

The horny haze in your eyes became more vivid as you pulled into the driveway, took another sip and ran to the front door as fast as you can

“Need to fuck now… ” you said to yourself as you entered the house to see your thick bimbo wife.

She looks outrageous.

“Hey stud muffin… oh my god! like, your cock looks so big today??”

Her tits had become swollen, heaving gargantuan watermelons. Kimmy’s ass is so thick and fat by now that it’s nearly spilling out over the sides of the chair.

Your cock ached as you pulled it out of your pants completely.

“Like, Kiki’s lips have gotten so big! Can I suck your fat cawk with them pleeeease?”

She was getting even dumber and hornier by the second just staring at your giant soda can twitching. And she’s REALLY thirsty for some soda.

She got up from the chair and bounced wildly over to you. Her fat, heavy cheeks shake and wobble uncontrollably as she stumbles onto her knees in front of you. She nearly loses balance on all fours, moaning at the weight of the massive jiggling globes on her chest.

Her lips look like fat cockpillows. She’s drooling onto her giant melons as she stares up at you madly.

“Need to fuck your ass Right now, Kiki.” You muttered dumbly.

“OMG that’s like, my favoritest thing to do!” She moaned again.

She inched toward your massive rod, her eyes rolling backward as she approaches your heavy meat pole. She is desperate to fit the entire thing into her mouth.

It’s as if your dick is made of metal and her plump lips are filled with magnets as she suctions to your cock, grabbing around your ass for support.