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The HOLLYWOOD SSBBW DIVA - PART 2
🕑 Added 2023-07-30 23:25:24 +0000 UTCThe HOLLYWOOD SSBBW DIVA - PART 2
Soon to be woken up by an ominous growling sound. Roger was still sleeping.
⁃ Dreaming about his greatest work yet, dreaming about red carpet events, signing autographs for his beloved fans. A great success and his name would be going down in history for being the best director ever. Unveiling his 24K karat gold statue in Hollywood. Everything was going great.
(In reality what he could hear was Viola’s belly churning in his ear, there was… an accident he was yet to wake up and hear about… but her belly gurgling sounded like thousands of crazed fans, helicopters, cameras and everything)
⁃ In his his dream he could tell something was wrong because there were ground shaking footsteps coming towards them. (In reality it was Viola) he watched his world fall apart, famous celebrities stomped too much before his eyes, making him run for his life down Hollywood avenue… alas… he couldn’t save his statue… watching a Superbowl stadium sized butt smash his beloved monument. Along with his studio, premier cinema’s, his family, everything just seemed too dark as….
SQUEELCH!!!!
Viola sat on his bed. With her ass pinning his rib cage into the high quality bed springs, the poor guy’s gasp of surprise was more like a drowning grovel of horror. He felt his spine crunch underneath her round blubbery butt cheeks.
“Wakey wakey… eggs and bakey Mr Director! We’ve got a film to shoot!”
(Roger’s phone began ringing)
Viola leant over to get the phone, Roger squealed like a man being crushed to death. Her left butt cheek and thigh almost popped his skull, there was a point of critical pain where he heard his neck crack. So much of her heavy butt was crushing his face, his heartbeat sounded like the last thing he would ever hear. Having her mass swarming over his face armed with it most of her entire body weight. Any second longer would have-
FUPLOOOORCH!!!
She fell back once clutching his phone. Roger’s screams of horror would be fitting for a mediaeval dentist movie scene. Even the high quality bed cracked on such an impact.
Roger could only watch as she answered the call. His arms wouldn’t have been any use anyways, they were numb. Viola had crushed the feeling out of most of his body by now. Even though her skin was extremely soft and smooth. His head was about to pop off of his shoulders.
Worst thing was…
FWO-SQUELCH!!!
She butt bounced up his body. Pinning his lower lip and chin under her lead weight butt and thighs. Poor man’s collar bones were about to give up against her weight
He helplessly watched her put his phone to her ear
“… Ahhh yes Kurxa food supplies… Can we triple that order please? Indeed kind sir… No sir Viola Willow is a goddess and shall be treated as such hehe… Whale chops instead of pork chops? I’D LOVE TO TEST THOSE OUT. Suitcase Burritos ahhaha how absurd!! Send them too kind sir!! ….Yup more cheese wheels!! She loves those things… KURXA PANCAKES, WAFFLES, CAKES, COOKIES AND EXTRA THICK COFFEES TOO?! … ahem… yup order them… Supersized luxury gourmet… thank you kind sir”
While she was ordering a king’s ransom of food. Roger was helpless. He was being crushed alive. His poor pelvis was slowly being moulded to the shape of her butt. Worst thing was, she was running her heavenly smooth hands through his hair, seductively caressing his scalp (she didn’t realise it was just a fidgeting thing for her) , tickling his ear, massaging his forehead.
If roger didn’t do something quick, she would have blown the entire budget on feeding herself. But as soon as he opened his mouth
“Vi-aaaaaarrlaaaaarghhhhh…..”
All of his remaining air came rushing out of lungs along with some saliva all over her wrist.
“Ugh… one second kind sir… MR ROGER… WE DO NOT SPIT”
SMACK!
As she bitch-slapped him, ordering him to apologise… poor guy had barely seconds to get some oxygen let alone be able to speak.
“That would be all… thank you sir… ooh thank you”
After she hung up the phone. Like a blessing from god she finally stood up. Roger was so crushed he didn’t even gasp for air… his body was almost unconscious taking air in slowly. The bed beneath him was the same… except it didn’t bounce back, her big round butt crater was now half of the bed’s shape.
“Cmon Mr Roger!! Time to rehearse!!”
Viola was excited, clapping her hands as if she was just now trying to wake him up.
“This reminds me of my days at boarding school, I used to be in charge of waking everyone up haha, everyone used to get up early after the paneer curry days though… was always weird to me… anyho… WAKEY WAKEY!!!”
Roger could only flop over on the bed, the poor guy was dazed and confused. His body was low on oxygen. When his blurry eyes became clear again, Viola was ravaging his hotel mini fridge.
He finally managed to sit up…
BMMMSHIISSSHHH!!
Viola stormed off down the hall. In a dramatic fashion. He didn’t dare to chase her.
Hours later. Roger found the strength to make it to rehearsals. On the walk there he saw all kinds of signs that Viola was already at rehearsals. Flattened hotel maids, trampled fans who snuck into the hotel, thigh dents in the narrower hallway walls, even some of the deluxe floor tiles had cracks in them.
As he got on set.
“THERE HE IS!! (Stomping over) Mr Roger please insist that Paul refrains from discriminatory acts or I will be forced to take legal action”
Roger having Viola rush over to him, made him shift backwards, along with all the other staff complaints about Viola on set.
Viola had put on a little bit of weight. However she didn’t care, she still wore her elegant sundress attire, her densely packed body of curves, and meaty jiggles from head to toe. In other words… that dress was about to pop.
She walked up to and scolded complaints. Going on and on about everything and anything. Her boobs… were armed to burst out of that poor dress. The stitches were so thin over her cleavage line you could see how sweaty they were. Shiny and oily too from the buckets of lotion she uses.
“Worst thing of all! My make-up lady… SHE'S VANISHED!! Where in high hell is the bugger? Argh!! … I’m taking 5… stomach hurts ‘BELLY MASSEUSE!! Cmon darling 8th time the charm”
As she was walking away, her very apparent ‘planet’ sized butt cheeks began to jiggle more and more… almost as if-
ptch!
Her dress split… her enormous cavern of an ass crack did it’s best to bust free. As the rip in her dress gradually grew larger in each room, shaking footsteps.
Roger had no choice but to follow the giant diva back into the dressing room.
“Errr Vi-“
“UGHHH (SWOO-BOIUNG!!) WHAT IS IT NOW?!!”
Now that her butt had completely busted free of the dress. As she spun to address Roger, the belly masseuse was butt bounced flying across the room… onto the lounging couch.
“Oh it’s you darling… come and talk with me”
She said, looking back at him, standing over the couch.
“Dearest apologies, for being rather cranky. UGHHH I’m just beyond being a boiled kettle at this point”
Roger puzzled… thinking what a kettle is…walking in the room.
“…. ‘Sigh’ I just need to calm down deep breaths…. (As Viola took a very deep breath her boobs busted a hole in her cleavage) … I’m finding it quite hard to cope here Roger”
Frrrt!
“(Blushing) Goodness me! I do apologise, this is why I need a belly masseuse you see… If not (She looked around to see if anyone was around) I’m quite a gassy girl you see”
Behind Viola, was the masseuse who landed on the couch. Viola’s butt thighs and hips were so big, was literally trapped. Like a Big rig truck trying back in a front lawn driveway garage. That tiny spec of gas had the tiny Puerto rican lady choking already.
“But. Iola we got you that… professional personal masseuse what happ-“
“hahaha oh you mean-“
Viola began wrestling something out of her underbelly. Whatever it was… it was deep under there
“-this pollock… he was doing a great job! I swear! Until I got up to get my Kurxa order… somehow he ended ankle deep into my belly here. He kept moaning and squirming, especially after I moisturised… then it dawned on me… he’s not a professional you dunce… he’s… *sigh* a fan… BRING ME A CUP OF ENGLISH TEA, EXTRA BUTTERY CRUMPETS, LARGEST FISH AND CHIPS YOU CAN FIND (snaps her fingers)”
The man raced off at the speed of light.
“A crum-pet?”
“Haha don’t rattle yourself, he’ll neeeeever find those to my standard, nowhere but in England”
Roger was wiping his brow. Walking over. He began talking to her about her damages, and threat to staff on set and around the hotel.
!!
She reached out and grabbed his hand!
Sinking it into her endless mass of blubber belly. At this point the once stylish designer sundress now looked like a beaten lingerie. Wedged over her boobs and barely anything else.
“V-Viola!!! Your-W”
She buttoned his lip with a finger over his lips. Her smooth seductive grin was interrupted by a harsh painful screw… Roger thought she was in some kind of pain of some-sort. But no…
BWWWWWWWWWAAAAIAUAUAUAUAUAUAUAUAUAUAUAUAUA( CRUMBLE-SMASH!!) UAUAUAUAUAUAUAUAUAUAUAUAUAUAUAUAUARRRGGGGHHFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF
Viola’s fart. Possibly had been pent up for hours, maybe since yesterday, literally changed the entire scenery. From a sophisticated movie dressing room to…
(Dark green clouds of fog blinded Roger)
“Now now Roger you are a grown man, it was just some… passed wind, I will not hide the fact I Indeed love Mexican food. Absolutely Deeelicious”
She didn’t help Roger to his feet… instead she walked back to her seat and sat out of fatigue from standing too long…
KAPWEEEELCHHHH!!!! - KRRRRRKABOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMM!!!
As her fart scorched the material of the walls to a point. Her big butt falling back onto it (missing the chair)
BUSTED. THROUGH TO THE OTHER SIDE.
Roger opened his eyes to see… a wedding ceremony… (The same wedding Viola had ruined the other day in episode 1)… the faces of all the guests were distraught, Viola's gassy fog horrified them all. Even their freshly cut flowers in their suits and dresses died from what smelled like hell on earth.The groom fell to his knees…
Viola blushing a deep red of embarrassment as she stood up.
“Oh goodness me… ermmm might you carry on… toodloo”
The wall Viola had knocked down. Had smashed the poor man’s entire family. All of them together were flattened mush under the gigantic circumference of Viola’s butt. The older grannies and young kids were fatally injured. The bride herself-
“Can you get a load of those miserable sods back there? Accidents happen”
Roger had flashbacks of the butt crushed alter. He questioned how exactly she could have crushed the entire altar!?
Having to sneak out of the hotel. They found themselves sneaking across a dark moonlit beach. A bunch of college students were skinny dipping and making out in the pitch black darkness.
“Hey… you he-“SQUELCH!!!
“Ahaha who came ea-“STOORLCH!!
“Aeeeeiiiii-BOOOOOOMCLH!!!
Viola, trampled, stomped, thigh rammed the entire bunch of them to pulp. Some had their genitals stepped on, some were flattened by her thighs, one poor guy had his head stomped on… Viola’s feet were big enough let alone if you never saw them coming.
The lucky ones were in the water wondering what is the 6ft 4 pear shaped beast of a silhouette that they could see walking along the beach.
Roger was beyond stressed about the film. This was really his big chance at the ‘big’ times and everything was seemingly ‘growing’ out of proportion for him to handle. So he decided to take Viola to his favourite relaxation spot off the coast. Oftentimes sea turtles and seagulls would come visit, and all kinds of ocean life.
A tiny kitted out shack, one bed, mountain water shower, it was like a mini getaway apartment of his. A great way to handle the stress of performance.
‘Flick’
After turning the light switch, he was about to call Viola but-
BLORCH!!!!
She squashed him into the wall bustling her way through the tiny door. Her boobs jammed in the doorway! The doorway was tiny! Small even for Roger. Viola, made… reservations… smashing her giantess body into such a tiny shack… eventually mowing the front wall to the ground.
“Awww cute, porta-cabin reminds me of boarding school…”
Before Roger could say anything the poor bed frame was busted to pieces and brought to the floor. Each of her moves creaked the very existence of the entire beloved cabin. Roger accepted that keeping quiet and sleeping on the floor would be the safest route for the cabin’s survival…Even trying to sleep in the same bed as Viola looked like a busted rib cage and fractured pelvis.
A few moments later…
Viola belly gurgles kept Roger awake for most of the night.
Morning came around, faster than expected.
Roger woke up to an empty cabin. The state of the bed alarmed him! Viola must have had trouble getting to her feet… the mattress was paper flat… as ass cheeks indents even spread up the wall…
Roger blissfully, was Taking in the morning fresh air. Feeding his seagull friend. Feeding it bread on its favourite rock next to the cabin.
“Last day of shooting buddy… I guess ol buddy”
BLOOOOORCH!!!!
“Morning dear! Ahhh don’t mind if I just sit here for a second… whew…”
Roger was staring at her butt. Such a huge rump swallowed the entire 2 thirds of the-
His seagull friend… squawked… if humans, strong wood nor concrete can’t handle Viola… that brittle bird had no chance on god’s green earth of ever flying again after she-
“Ahem… Roger, kind sir… I am a woman of culture and standards-“
Her long heavy arm landed his shoulder, with her rubbery soft hands grasping his neck. She guided him over to her. Now he was standing right between her thighs. Each of her thighs were almost double the size of the average sized torso. Standing in-between them radiated a warmth, a safe kind of warmth that seemed to possess a kind of magnetism.
Her boobs… being this close to her made him really realise that… her boobs… they were taller than his torso. Absolutely gigantic with a beastly belly to match.
“I love how you avert your gaze of lust. Truly a man of great self control and restraint… my favourite…”
“Your favourite?!
Viola plunged into her cleavage and was digging for something. Roger didn’t know whether to break his urges and motorboat the biggest rack he has ever imagined… or open his mouth and try to suck a nipple the size of his head.
SPLISH!!!
“Arrrgh! BOLLOCKS!”
A woman of her size reacting in such a way, made him snap out of his daze. One swoop of a limp would have him fatally squashed.
“I keep bottles of lotion and body oils in my cleavage… ever since I was 17… to keep my skin, boobs and thighs from rubbing and chafing… but every so often I… (looks into Rogers eyes while pressing her boobs in his chest) well you see… they bust… covering my bosom completely in a big mess… argh such a bore”
Roger was becoming lost in her lustrous allure. He was starting to sweat trying his best not to look down at her breasts. Losing grip on his self control wanting to make love to her truck-tire wide bosom. Blood was thumping through his ears at this point.
Unable to fish out the bottles of lotion she dropped her oily boobs in frustration
SPLORCH!!
Such heavyweight knockers spurted and giant wads of lotion over Roger’s face.
“Ahahaha good catch Roger! Thanks dear”
The CRUSHED bottle of lotion was in the wad of lotion that splashed over his face. As flat as compressed trash as it fell to the ground.
Viola was plopping and jiggling her boobs, he wasn’t sure if she was looking for something or trying to get the lotion off.
“Ughhh to hell with it all!! All this lotion combined with today’s boob sweat… I’m going to be jiggling all over the place… defo going to make quite a mess”
Wads and clumps of lotion splurged over his face and chest in every jiggle. Wiping his face was futile. She accidentally completely covered him in lotion. In combination with heaps of boob sweat. Creamy oily lotion kept pumping from the blubbery bosom, she was grunting while it kept piping over his face.
Roger was so turned on… he was shivering.
There was a glazed white coating over the long thick cleavage line of hers. Roger was drooling like a stray dog walking past a meat butcher shop.
Viola stood up, her juicy rack painted his entire body with super oily lotion. Of course being so close to her he was then overwhelmed by her belly. The oils and lotion bottles that popped off in her boobs.. all seeped down onto her impressive gut. Not having much space as she was standing up more and more of her belly squished over his face, shoulders, chest all the way down to his waist
All the sweat and oil, made her belly button a-
CHOORP!
“Errr V-Viola? A little help… please”
“Hmm? What is it dear? You do know I cannot see over my bosom”
Her belly button had become a suction cup and picked him up off the ground. She laughed in pure embarrassment, having to use his camera phone to see what he needed help with.
“*ahem* thanks for… yeah… we-should get back to rehearsal…”
“Hold your horses Mr… this beach is a long walk, my feet will get rough! My thighs will chafe. I’m hungry-NO STAAARVING, I need my stylish and-“
BWAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUURRFFFFFFFFF
The feathers of his were signed by just a small dose of her morning gas. Roger could SEE the gas move through the air.
Viola blushed, Bumping him out the way… she left behind the mere outline of his seagull friend. Poor bird was butt squashed so flat… the shape of it looked like an engraving of the bird it once was, possibly even living on to be a fossil someday. Yes, it was that flat.
“aHa! CAUGHT RED HANDED! Excuse me… Why are you staring at my seat? Come on Roger please don’t act weird now… (Squaring up at him aggressively, leaning over now face to face, whispering) If I didn’t think you’d perish in under 10 seconds under my big bottom I would have… hmm?”
Midway through Viola’s firm sentence, she felt something poke her oily boob crevice. Glancing down she realised.
(It was Roger’s…)
Poor guy… her breasts were longer than his legs! Each Heavier than his entire body weight. Firm yet softer than the finest fabrics in the world. They had him pinned up against the wall. Plus her big sassy hazelly green eyes shone into his soul more than the morning sun behind her.
Viola blushed.
“Oh… ahh… woopsie daisy…well… ahem… thanks for the uh… compliment… let’s go before I-err YOU ahh.. enjoy my company a bit too much”
Roger exhaled thinking she was just going to move away but she.. CAME CLOSER! Submerging more of his body into her soft covered-in-oily lotion bosom.
Still leant over, Viola innocently gave the man a hug. A true hug, the type of hug calms your mind, kind of hug.
MWAh!
Kissing his forehead
“Come on, let's go. You Don’t want me to gobble you up now haha… I’m so hungry”
Viola continued her usual monologue of never ending requests. Roger was just glad to have survived that hug without blowing load all over her epic chest.
Walking back along the same beach as last night. The same bunch of college students who were skinny dipping and making out. Were left in a trampled massacre. Ironically, all the girls faces and collar bones were stomped on, and all the guys pelvis were stomped on due to how she walks. One thing for sure… they needed a hospital. URGENTLY.
“Goodness Gracious!! We’re these people trampled by elephants or something ahaha!
…
accidents happen. Right Mr Roger”
“Huh?! What? Yeah... hey, do you hear something?"
The sound of a crowd was coming. Faint sounds in the distance, Voila took no notice. Roger turned around to see….
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