*Author's Note*
Literotica Edition 2023/06/19
This is an extremely explicit erotic story written by FrigOfFury. You should not read it if you are not of legal age to read graphic depictions of sex.
Erotic content: Breast expansion, ass expansion, bimbofication, futanari, F/F, light pregnancy & lactation
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Part I: Strength Through Stupidity
I was surprised to win FormeX's first Flashcast contest, and almost didn't respond to their DM telling me I'd won because it just seemed like it had to be a scam. I mean, were they really going to send over two hundred dollars of their merchandise to a bumpy-faced girl with just the one high-angle selfie on her feed that didn't really convince anyone that she had curves?
But they insisted that there would be no cost to me, including tax or shipping and handling. And I did want curves; otherwise I wouldn't have humiliated myself by posting a selfie and tagging them. Not that anyone was following my Flashcast feed; but if anyone happened across it I would have been embarrassed. I accepted the offer, provided my measurements, and two days later a soft-sided package arrived with the FormeX "Confidence" series shaping undergarments.
They took a bit of tugging to get on and I was worried the jumper-style shapewear would tear, but their customer service assured me that it was very strong material and would be comfortable once I had it on. They were perfectly correct and the compression worked a charm, immediately giving me the impression of both waist and bust while not really impeding my movement. I wasn't about to become the next top Flashcast model, of course, but I was a lot less embarrassed to upload the required post showing how I looked with "#Confidence".
The marketing insisted that FormeX undergarments were "perfect for active and everyday wear", so I absolutely did wear them every day, and even started a little bit of an exercise routine. Honestly, the exercise was probably more to explain to my coworkers why I was looking more fit. If they had asked; no one really talked to me except when I'd made a mistake or started crying while being berated by customers who thought I was far too stupid to be in software support.
In my work clothes the improvement wasn't so very obvious, but I thought perhaps the other women at the office accorded me a little more respect after I started wearing clothes that were a mite more fitted. My boss Sandra even said my performance was adequate during my review in which she gave me a fifty cent per hour raise, and I didn't see any material difference in my numbers. I really thought that looking less dumpy made her less inclined to find things to criticise.
Between moderately increased physical activity, fewer depression-driven binges or fasts, and a bit more consistent skin care, my face cleared noticeably. Not to the point where I didn't feel the need to cake over with concealer, but enough to encourage me that maybe I could have okay skin someday, if I maintained my healthier regimen.
My Flashcast was still mostly pictures of my cats when FormeX came out with their Hacktivate line that promised to, "biohack your body to be its best by encouraging fat to melt away where it's not welcome and remain where it is", though it was careful to note that it made no guarantee as to results nor were its claims evaluated by any government body. I thought this was quite obvious nonsense, but that didn't keep me from participating in the "#Hacktivated" competition in the hopes of getting more free merch. If nothing else, it would mean I didn't have to do the wash every other day if I had four rather than two sets of FormeX, and I was also hoping that the clear tummy section on the Hacktivate bodysuits might allow me to show at least a sliver of midriff without revealing that I was wearing shapewear.
It's too much to say I was shocked to win again, but it was certainly a very pleasant surprise when I did. I had thought that my initial win had been because FormeX was just so new that no one had heard of it, but there were loads of real Flashcast influencers competing in the #Hacktivated contest. Not huge names or anything, but plenty of genuinely hot girls with many more followers than my cats and me, not to mention actual sponsorships.
At first I thought perhaps it was a bit of smart marketing on their part, as I presented a more impressive before and after comparison, but they didn't actually feature me in their marketing materials or anything. Perhaps they were relying on contestant winners to go viral organically, but for that they really should have picked some of the hotter contestants. Then again, if they wanted hot, they could have used the woman modeling their clothes on their online store who was built like a porn star. Maybe she was an porn star and that was why they didn't want to use her as the face of their marketing, but if so I hadn't been able to identify which porn star she was. She looked reminiscent of several porn stars and erotic models, but I couldn't make a positive identification of any of them.
Regardless, the Hacktivate outfits were really great, and my tummy looked bare and natural as long as I didn't show my navel. They also, I was forced to admit after a fortnight of increasingly obvious changes, really worked. I'd progressed from a B-cup at best to a full C, and I also felt a bit more fleshy on my bum. I had no idea how it did it, but it persisted at least a little even when I wasn't wearing the shapewear.
The only downside was that it was even more difficult to get into and out of than the Confidence series. Hacktivate shapewear was specially designed to allow showering and towelling dry without taking them off after a workout, so it wasn't as bad as it could have been, but I lowkey dreaded the removal process. I definitely changed out of them less often than I should have because it was so tiresome to fish the tiny "Invisizipper" tab out of its hiding place at the top of my bum, hooking in the little self-assist wand and forcing the slider up or down. That drawback aside, I was really quite satisfied how it never pinched my skin and left almost no perceptible seam through the transparent section once the zipper was closed. I felt like the inconvenience was really quite minor in the scheme of things, and despite the tightness I never felt like I was dying to get out of the bodysuit. Truthfully, after a couple lazy nights where I fell asleep without taking them off and didn't experience any of my customary tossing and turning, I started to wear them to bed regularly.
Outside of the context of winning articles in a contest, there was actually another downside to the Hacktivate line: it was extremely expensive, almost three hundred dollars apiece. FormeX did offer financing, which I would never in my life have contemplated using, but argued to myself that it was more than worth it if I could stop taking my sleep drugs that didn't work half as well.
Getting good sleep and feeling generally satisfied with my body did wonders for my depression and social situation, as well. I was as awkward as ever, of course, but a few of my coworkers at least seemed to think I was cute and funny rather than weird and repellant. It wasn't enough to banish the everpresent bleak thoughts that had worn such a groove into my head, but they didn't bite as deep or as often, letting me enjoy some moments that were very like happiness.
So when FormeX reached out to me to ask if I was interested in becoming a brand ambassador, I easily set aside my discomfort at the whole idea of "brand ambassadors." It was especially easy to justify to myself because, unlike most influencers who accepted such roles, I wholeheartedly believed in the product and genuinely thought it could change lives. It had changed mine, after all.
The contract was not too strenuous, either, at least on its face. I needed to make a morning, midday, and evening post each day while wearing FormeX outfits, and mention in my profile that I was FormeX brand ambassador. Amazingly, they didn't require me to show I was wearing it, or use the #FormeX topic tag or anything of that nature. I wasn't sure if this subtlety was smart or too clever by half, but either way I enjoyed not having to constantly remind myself and my fans that I was flogging merchandise.
And I was acquiring fans, amazingly. Not huge numbers by any means, but a decent number of mostly women had noticed how much progress I'd made and found my journey inspiring. I couldn't satisfactorily answer some of the questions they asked, but they appreciated that I even tried. Besides, if my skin cleared up more or less on its own in my late 20s, maybe theirs would, too.
Feeling a little less ugly in video meetings helped me weather the unreasonable customers better. This seemed to outweigh the slight increase in the number of complaints about my failure to give in to unreasonable demands, judging by the fact that I was finally promoted from Support Associate under Sandra in Customer Service to Support Technician under David the Tech Support manager. It didn't make a great deal more money, but the hours were better and more steady, and the other women in Product Support accorded me a bit more respect in the sense that they stopped acting as though I might be terminated at any moment. The condescendingly encouraging manager continued to view me as a nonentity, but a less troublesome one. And anyway, tech support would be better for future employment if I ever got the courage up to apply elsewhere.
At first I felt extremely foolish being a brand ambassador when I had fewer than a thousand followers across all my social media accounts, especially on those occasions when security guards or other staff caught me in locations I chose for selfie backdrops to imply stylish affluence. The staff members accepted my explanations about being a social media influencer with an very dispiriting combination of skepticism and pity that made me doubt whether I was pulling anything off. Fortunately Crystal Rose, my assigned relationship manager, assured me that FormeX was very satisfied with my activity as long as I met the terms of the sponsorship in good faith.
