Body by Bimbo: The Creamy Betrayal
Kendra lounged on the couch, her legs curled under her, watching as Jessie strutted through the apartment in nothing but her yoga pants and a sports bra, finding the best angle to take a seflie. Ugh. Again. Every goddamn morning.
Jessie was one of those girls—tall, toned, naturally skinny. The kind of girl who didn’t need to try, but still made sure you knew how perfect her body was. She always made a point of stretching in the living room, fake-yawning to show off her abs, twisting her waist like she was in a damn commercial.
And worst of all? She had Chad. Six foot two. Blonde, bronzed, a total himbo with a jawline sharp enough to slice through fabric. Kendra wanted him. She could barely hide it. But Jessie? Jessie didn’t even appreciate him. She just used him like an accessory—bragging to her friends, letting him grope her in front of Kendra, showing off like she was untouchable.
But Kendra knew his type. She watched the way his eyes lingered tight, tiny girls at the gym. The way he watched those TikToks of onlyfan models being little brats. The way he licked his lips watching a certain streamer late at night when he thought no one noticed.
Oh, he’d leave Jessie in a second if she didn't have that body. He just needed a reason.
That’s when Kendra found the cream. Some sketchy online shop with a flashing pink background and a warning label that made her giggle. “For experimental use only. Not FDA approved. Results may be irreversible.” Like that mattered.
The instructions were simple: mix two pumps into any lotion or soap. Apply daily. Watch the body expand.
And Jessie? She was a religious user of her stupid, overpriced “all-natural cucumber oatmilk body wash.” Kendra could’ve laughed. That green bottle was about to become her weapon.
The water steamed around Jessie as she lathered her favorite body wash across her tight, toned stomach. She loved her morning shower—especially after Chad’s little “good morning grope” as she’d passed the bedroom. She was the picture of perfection: lean thighs, flat tummy, just the right amount of perky.
But today... something felt off.
As her hands glided over her skin, the soap tingled. Warm. Tingly. A little too warm.
“Mmm... weird,” she muttered, brushing it across her hips.
That’s when it started.
Her fingers sank into her hips like they were made of soft dough. Her eyes went wide.
“Wh-what the fuck—!?”
Her stomach bubbled outward, pudging beneath her hands. Her toned abs vanished beneath a growing pillow of soft flesh. She stumbled back against the shower wall, panicked.
“OH MY GOD!!”
Her thighs began to swell, thighs that had once barely touched now pressed together, slick and squishy. She grabbed at her ass in horror, only to feel it puff out in her hands, each cheek jiggling like an overfilled water balloon.
“No! No no no!” she shrieked.
Her boobs weren’t spared either—her A-cups inflated, sloshing with sudden weight as they spilled over her hands. Her nipples stiffened from the stimulation, now fat and sensitive.
Her body writhed as more curves piled on. Her hips flared out unnaturally wide, love handles forming in real time. Her face softened, lips puffier, cheeks rounder, her once-defined jaw now adorable and soft.
She turned first to the fogged-up mirror, slipping on the wet tile as she stared at her new reflection. She took a selfie, as if that would change anything.
“Who the hell is—no… that’s me! That’s ME?!”
She was a total BBW now. Her once-lithe frame now a thick, creamy hourglass—huge hips, wobbling thighs, a massive bubble butt that bounced with every movement. Her belly stuck out slightly, soft and squeezable, while her tits had become ridiculous, bouncing as she gasped and grabbed for a towel.
The towel wouldn’t fit.
She wrapped it around her and it barely reached—her cleavage overflowed and her ass peeked out the bottom. Her arms, thicker now, struggled to cover herself as she stormed out of the bathroom.
“KENDRA! WHAT DID YOU DO TO M—”
But she froze, naked.
Chad was standing in the hallway. Staring. Eyes wide. Jaw dropped.
“K-Kendra?” Jessie squeaked.
Chad was looking at her in horror.
He was staring at her ass. Hard.
Kendra appeared behind him, smug as hell, one eyebrow raised and arms crossed over her stacked chest.
“Wow, Jessie,” Kendra purred. “You’ve, like, really let yourself go, huh?”
Jessie turned beet red. Her thighs slapped together as she tried to run, but the bounce was too much. Every step jiggled. She felt her tits sway. Her belly shift. Her ass quake behind her like it had its own rhythm.
Chad couldn’t stop staring.
Kendra leaned close to him, her voice like syrup. “Maybe you should be with someone who, y’know... takes care of her body. Someone curvy in the right ways.”
Chad didn’t even respond. He was too busy picking his jaw off the floor as he stared in disgust as his formerly sexy girlfriend.
Jessie stood there, shaking, towel slipping off one shoulder, realizing the awful truth:
She wasn’t the hot one anymore.
She was the fat one. The excessive, out-of-control, desperate girl who used to be sexy.
And Kendra?
Kendra was already leading Chad back into the bedroom, laughing, as Jessie stood alone in the hallway—sweaty, soft, and helpless.
