The HOLLYWOOD SSBBW DIVA

The HOLLYWOOD SSBBW DIVA

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“YOU WANT VIOLA?! VIOLA WILLOW?!!”

“*sigh* Yes… We… we don’t much choice”

“WHAT?!! SHE IS BY FAR THE MOST EXPENSIVE ACTRESS IN-“

“Sir in all due respect. I’m a long serving movie director in Hollywood! I KNOW! She’s got fans sleeping outside our headquarters!! Begging to have her in our next blockbuster… I-I can’t even go for a coffee without being chased down the street”

“She’s like 6ft 4! Always needs reinforced chairs!! Eats like a monster!! They tried to get her in a small Netflix series… but she ate the remainder of the budget!!”

At this point Roger (The Famous Hollywood Director)… was sinking into silence

“We will have that Kurxa brand supply our food-“

“KURXA!! HAHAHA GOOD LUCK! She only eats luxury cuisine!! At the finest restaurants!! Aged cheese, olives, gherkins, her belches could burn your staff’s faces off-“

“I’m sure you exaggerate sir… she is a professional-“

Viola Willow transportation pulled up outside. Roger had to go. Hanging up the phone.

The fans knew it was her based in the giant super extravagant limousine truck. Roger had been waiting for her in one of the finest hotels in LA, (She refused to stay anywhere below 5 stars) watching her from the entrance. Having never met her and already have taken an incredible gamble getting her in for this role. His hopes laid upon her door that when unlocked was almost blasted off the hinges

A heel with a giant chubby foot, launched out the Limo. With skin that looked softer than melting bitter itself. They were sure to crush the petite heel in less than 100 steps. Bendy arched feet, soft rubbery toes and stunning nail polish.…THREE LARGE MEN.. came running around. To help her get out of the ‘Small’ 2-ton vehicle.

Roger’s eyes almost fell out of his head as he saw her stand up tall exiting the limousine.

Thinking to himself

“6ft 4!! NO FUCKING WAY SHE’S HUGE!! How on earth am I going to clothe this woman?!”

She kissed the driver thank you and began her sexy strut down the walkway. Roger gulped. Her body jiggled with such ferocity. The super luxury frilly fashion she was wearing… could NOT handle her body. Super jugs weighing what looked like… they jiggled like bags of blubber on her chest. HEAVY bags. Roger could tell they were heavy because they jiggled from side to side not up and down. Plus they were three, maybe four times the size of her own head. Surely they weighed 100 lb each.

The sundress she wore… needed help… clearly designed for a woman who barely weighed more than a bag of pancake mix… the poor dress tried its best to hold back her belly. Her deep abyss of a belly button was pressed up against the fabric. Bouncing proudly in front of her like an animal on a short leash. Her tanned thighs scaled with tons of cellulite, rippled off each-other , clapping into each other so loud every living organism that heard such a sound made sure they steered well clear of her.

The tanned skin looked polished to perfection. Not a blemish or mark in sight. Solid, sturdy and smooth like the woman was filled with heavy whale blubber.

A crazed fanatic managed to get past security, standing in-front of her. On his knees yelling how beautiful she is and how he’d love a chance to-

STOORCH!!

SQUIISHHCLH!!

Viola trampled the boy like any other bug on a sidewalk. Busting several ribs, then crushing his neck. Leaving him in a heap on the carpet without batting an eye. Roger was sure she didn’t even see the kid.

The crazy thing was… she was such a superstar… the fans went crazy all screaming asking for the same thing! The kid was a folk hero after security moved his body away. Roger couldn’t believe what kind of mega star she was.

As she got closer… he began to realise her dimensions. Her body made a few cloppy and clappy sounds Roger did well to stand firm.

“Hi there, you must be Roger”

Her super posh British accent flushed his brain off all composure… not expecting such a sexy high pitched smooth voice.

“Indeed I am, Gla-“

She leaned in and kissed both of his cheeks. Thumping his chest with her humongous boobs. He was almost bounced flying back. Her boobs smushed over his chest spilling over his shoulder and over her arms too. The breasts were like a warm meaty clutch that he trapped people in when greeting.

“You smell ravishing Mr Roger, how rude! Let me take my sun ray blockers off”

Roger’s heart was beating out of his chest. She took her shades off while flowing her shiny blonde hair in the hair. Gazing her green and hazel eyes down into his. He began to get nervous… She was stunning! Like the hypotonic beauty of a dancing flame.

“Errrr Miss Willow… (Turns around to lead direct her) you are wanted at the-“

boing!

She assumed the gesture meant to link arms with him. Before he knew her giant beef slabs for arms had locked into place. Now he had to personally walk her into the main foyer area.

Walking… he tried to ignore being hit in the head by an enormous wad of meat. Eventually he turned to face her-

!!

Her-her boobs!! Jiggling out of control we’re hitting him in the face. Hard enough for him to feel his neck click. She didn’t even notice!! Something in the distance had captured her attention. Giving Roger the opportunity to gage her outrageously big rack. Bigger than and wider than Harley Davidson fuel tanks!! The bra she wore didn’t have the entire boob!

“Eyes are up here, Mr Roger”

His entire being glitched as he had been caught off guard gawking at her oversized chest meat. As professional as he is, he didn’t have a single word to say back. Scared straight of gaining the reputation of a pervert in the media. Luckily, She smiled. Before bouncing her side boob over his face.

Once they got to the desk

“Personal belly masseuse, personal chef, personal foot masseuse, hair stylist, nails and pedicure, photographer, security AND Transport services… OOH And Kurxa deluxe… On speed dial… Thanks Roger”

Before anyone even reacted to her crazy list she strutted off. Viola went off to CHOOSE HER OWN ROOM!

Security tried to halt her as she didn’t have a room number or keycard.

One security guard was belly punched in the face. Her humongous gut knocked the guy out cold. The other… well… was trampled to pulp in an instant.

Roger was going to chase after her. Taking a good look at her mountain boulder butt cheeks. He… found other things to do for the time being.

Organising other staff. Taking a look at the set. Reading over the lines. Music. Scenery. Stunt doubles. Roger having seen Viola in person… may have to rethink some of his choices prior. Her IMDB page states her to be 5 ft 11, 400 lb mostly a porky curvy woman. In reality she’s 6ft 4, Her butt too big for elevators, heavy enough to crush bones under an ordinary footstep.

That night Roger couldn’t sleep. All he could think about was Viola.

The next morning… all the staff. Were waiting on set. Ready to rehearse and see the script etc. Day 1 preparation.

“Wh-Where’s Viola?”

Everyone blankly stared back at him. He shot off into the hotel to find the Diva.

“Ms Viola… the meeting was at… well scheduled 30 minutes ago”

“Ahhh Good morning Roger”

Viola was a picture of an empress, glowing in the morning sunshine in her silky white ‘bikini’. She  filled the entire kids pool! Using it as her personal bubble bath or Jacuzzi. Her butt and thighs consumed the entire kids pool! Even having her soft tanned flesh flop over the sides. Her calves and feet hung out at the bottom, her upper back and shoulders at the top. SHE DIDN’T EVEN FIT IN THE KIDS POOL!

She promised the poor kids she would get up if they filled her belly with delicious food…. Viola had been getting fed all morning.

Getting up, she made Roger step back a few steps.

“I haven’t had my morning belly rub, my back hurts!! no back massage, UGH!! Look at my feet, they're not baby skin soft anymore! ONE BREAKFAST ROGER?! Am I homeless?! I need at least 4 kurxa deluxe breakfast… who’s going to lotion my bosom? There was only one bottle in my room?! I go through 6 bottles a day moisturising them… *SCOFF* the tabloids would LOVE to hear ‘the great Roger’ DISCRIMINATES AGAINST-“

Roger wiped his brow writing Viola’s list of demands. Having to move rehearsals back several hours.

Eventually….

“Mmmm that giant kurxa wheel of cheese is top notch… I want 12 in my room tonight please”

Roger gulped. The amount of staff Viola was squashing, trampling, overworking. The budget was going up in flames before they even got started.

Walking into a changing room full of women who were practically supermodels, 90 lb, size 2, super thing and media-gorgeous. Her footsteps alone scared them all half to death like a mini earthquake.

SQUOOOOOORLCH!!!

The poor changing room couch fell victim to Viola’s butt. The other actress felt sorry for EXTRA LARGE INDUSTRIAL COUCH. Hearing it’s spring and structure crumble and struggle as she plopped to get comfortable

“Quite a small couch honestly, I thought American things are supposed to be bigger… yet my bottom begs to differ… oh well”

Roger left the women to meet each other and make acquaintances.

Seconds later…

BWWWUUUUUUUUAAAAAAUAUAUAUUAUUAUAUAUAUAUAUAUAUAUAUAUAURRRRPP

Roger came running back. As he reached the door, a blazing heat of a foul smell wafted out the door.

“IS EVERYONE OKAY? WHERE'S THE FIRE? WHERE DID EXPLOSION HAPPEN?”

All the actresses turned green and walked out onto the set. Grossed out. Some even dizzy from such a belch.

There she was, jiggling her belly meat. The size of her belly meat would put fear in most family refrigerators.

“Oh ahaha darling Roger that was actually my doing. Without someone to massage my big ol belly… I can get rather, well gassy. I did say pardon me”

Roger opened his mouth to reply but

BLOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP

Again. Her belch was so loud. He felt his heart vibrate to such a loud noise. He was standing several metres away and still, his ears started to ring. The belch lasted for at least 10 seconds, Her mouth was wide open like an opera singer. A true disturbance to her usually very mannerly behaviour.

“Ohoho, excuse me, I do love American food. Really hits home. Especially that Kurxa Fellow’s food chain… (Gets up) I hope everyone is ready! Let’s go rehearse!!”

Jiggling over to him. He wanted to cry. Her belly was still gurgling like an underground volcano. Roger just turned and led the way. Hoping for the best

⁃ The plot of the film was Viola, was a beautiful damsel in distress. The Villain had tied her up to a bomb in the middle of a major city. Our hero is supposed to free her… and become infatuated by her unusual beauty.

Roger did NOT expect what happened next. Viola was reciting her lines. Her British accent and super womanly voice was amazing, her words really shone with greatness. Everything was going great. Until…

All the praise and applause on set got to her head.

DHUM DD DHUM DHUM DHUM

“Errr Viola!! Wha-what are you doing? Those are not your-“

“RUN THE FILM!!!! LET'S CREATE A SHOW?!!!”

The giant woman pranced around on the prop set! The entire scene of the building was crumbling under each gigaton foot stomp. Staff begged her to stop. Windows were falling out, doors cracked, some walls even fell off. Viola was torturing the poor synthetic movie set with her weight and size.

In a moment of madness she jumped and tried to grab the ceiling lights. Without a chance in hell of being able to hang and hold her own bodyweight.

Falling immediately! Falling like a truck off a mountain.

KABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUMLCH!!!

Luckily she landed ass first. All that soft cushiony cellulite. Viola practically bounced a few times before landing.

Her butt landing smashed cracks into the solid concrete floor. She got up like nothing happened, walking off to get snacks, (She had a mountain of kurxa snacks offset). The other actors and actresses gawked at what the big woman left behind.

In the wrecking ball sized butt indent she left on the floor. There was a student cameraman. Mangled. Paper flat. Busted a snail corpse on a busy city street. The state of the poor kid made people shriek in horror. Her ass cheek crevice nailed him right on his forehead. He was directly beneath Viola as she fell. His body looked like a manhole cover.

Roger covered his face. The kid's bloodshot red face… began to move…

“I-I Can’t feel… Ugh I can’t… wh-who are you?”

Roger began to hear the blood thumping in his ears. The medical bill for this poor kid would triple and QUINTUPLE the budget indefinitely out of his range. Besides that Roger leant down to help the poor kid.

DHUUUUM DHUUUUM DHUMMMM

Over comes Viola. Walking her sexy jiggly strut like nothing happened. Everyone on set backed away from her at this point. Having eaten 16 fully sized Kurxa cheese wheels. One jacuzzi sized chicken bucket and-

SQUECLH!!!!

“OH BUGGER IT! Mr Roger! Who’s dog made a mess in here for me to step on…”

!!!

She had unknowingly stepped on the face of the poor kid. Although her feet were picturesque masterpieces. They were huge. Footwear shops, Pedicure salons, any establishment that needed to cater to a person’s feet would crumble in terror seeing her.

Huge, clammy and beefy. The poor kid was smeared over her foot. Obviously unable to see the bottom of her foot. She just shrugged her shoulders and continued walking. Every footstep the kid was decimated more and more to a sweaty pulp, the crew watched on, flinching on every step. Hearing his bones crack or pop in each squelchy footstep.

Roger and the staff all looked at each other. He soon after concluded the rehearsal for that day. Being a busy man he was last to leave the set. Mostly stressing about how he is going to create a new set to sustain Viola.

After his last phone call he turned around to-

BOUUUING!!!

Walking into what felt like a two ton wall of blubber. Bouncing him back a yard. He only found out it was Viola. She had stayed back to-

“Hahaha, you do indeed play hard to get don’t you”

Viola. Stood there. Hands on her proud mountainous hips. Her belly didn’t stop jiggling for a while.

Catching himself. Almost whiplashed. He-

“Hard to… Arghh my my back… ahem… Ms Viola arghh is your room out of-“

“Mr Roger… a gentleman (Moves closer to him) assertively states his time and place for a date with a lady… (Again maintaining her waiting posture)”

Roger sat practically ‘under’ her. A woman of her size was genuinely scared for his life. Looking up, her ankles were as thick as engine pistons, with calves as wide as laptop screens. Thighs wider than certain vehicles. What sent electrical bolts of fear through his spine… was the body outline of the personal belly masseuse. The same one that ‘Disappeared’ the night before she had that kurxa buffet.

“Errr errr I am going to errr KURXA! Yeah! I have booked a reservation for a dinner there tonight actually”

Roger was lying. He had a date with a sensation animator, in a fancy restaurant on the other side of town. He just didn’t want to end up squashed under Viola at that moment.

“Hmmm, quite a tiny, brittle, fellow like you? At Kurxa? I’m sure the drinking straws take up more space than you my dear hahaha”

Roger gulped. A humble height of 5ft 6. No more than 100 lb. She had a great point. If one of the chairs at Kurxa was to fall on him, he’d need more than a doctor.

“Y-Yeah the last thing I’d want to do is get sat on or anything, looks painful”

“Hahahaha awwww, you are adorable indeed, ‘you little squealer’”

“I’m a what?”

As Roger’s ears perked up to ask what she meant. Viola was already turning around and on her way out.

Catching his breath, he felt like he just cheated death or something.

BLOUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRFFFFFFFF

On her way out she farted. A big bassy wet fart. Brought the remainder of the set to the ground. Like her gas literally burned it to the ground. Watching her jiggly butt bounce and jiggle, smashing through the double doors. Roger had to run before his lungs began to burn in her gas cloud.

Several hours later. Roger was enjoying his date with the animator. Loving the conversation, having lots of jokes and everything. The type of dates that you completely forget sense of time and awareness. None of them wanted to leave.

The two of them were quite drunk too, so the window shaking, floor tile crumbling, security trampling footsteps they heard were just figments of their imagination which of course they bantered about also.

Until…

DRRRRRR-KBLOOOOOOOOOORCH!!!!

A dark shadow loomed over his date and suddenly there was a giant meaty impact. Dust flew everywhere, the building shook, his girlfriend got silenced a tiny yelp. Sounding like something hit… no LANDED on her.

When the dust settled. At the lights revealed.

Viola. Sitting where his date was, no longer than milliseconds ago.

“Nice little Kurxa you’ve got here dear, having a nice evening?”

Roger’s eyes couldn’t stop darting over her. Whether he was looking for any sign of his date. Or taking in the extraordinary dimensions of Viola.

The waiter came over with the desserts. One cart for the other customers also. Viola scarfed the cart and said-

“Kind sir, more of the same. Possibly a few more trolleys please. Thank you”

Her head spun back to Roger as she was licking her glossed up lips.

“Errr Vi-Viola…. I uhhh….l”

“They missed you over at Kurxa kafe Roger, they fed me triple for just being a patreon vote winner, then again for being stood up by you, THEN AGAIN because of my fans knowing how hungry work gets me”

Her fully gurgle belly had the table pinned. The poor fancy table was struggling to hold her belly, shaking and creaking in every breath or movement she made.

Roger peeked under the desk to check if his dates legs were moving… Not only was it completely hidden under Viola. So was the seat. Viola had butt crushed the seat on impact . She was crushing his date into the cold hard floor tiles.

Roger was scared for his dates life and wanted to go diving under her sea of belly meat to save his date… but

PLOOOOORCH!!!!

The table that was trying to hold her belly… lost… her belly fell to the ground, smashing the table into a fancy mosaic heap of metal.

Roger flinched as the heavy waves consumed his feet and shins. He couldn’t believe it! HE WAS PINNED! Asking himself just how heavy is this woman?!

His date was a goner.

Viola kept the poor guy there for hours! She finally decided to leave at about 3 am.

Walking out. He tried to look back for his date. There weren’t even floor tiles where Viola was sitting, no sign of a human being.

As soon as they got outside! They were swamped by her adoring fans. Roger didn’t see a way out, he didn’t know her fans didn’t mind being her red carpet.

They literally laid down on the ground on her red carpet. The beautiful giantess didn’t even flinch, stomping and trampling over dozens of her fans to get to her transport. Her giant heeled boots were an absolute favourite amongst her fans.

Once back at the hotel.

“I’ll see you tomorrow Roger, can’t wait to rehearse the BIG SCENE!!”

Roger’s sunk over shoulders sprang upright realising her words!! Turning around she was halfway down the hall. Thighs bouncing off the wall. His eyes scanned her butt crevice for any sign of his date. None. Just more tanned skin and giant jello ass cheeks hanging out of her dress.

FWWWAAAUAUAUAUAUAUAUAUAUAUAUAUAUAUAUAUAUAUAURRRFFFFFFFF

Her sighs filled the hotel as her huge fart shot through the hallways like a violent gust of wind. The warm foul odour hit him along with a leathery object, holding his mouth. He looked down to see a heeled boot. Matching the size of his beloved date he was on. A stank shrivelled sludgy wad of leather, with a busted heel, told him all he needed to know about his date.

Tears of sadness were overcome by tears of pain as he was overwhelmed by her gas. Turning and running for his life when he saw wallpaper peeling, Fish in their tanks dying, even the floor became slightly slippery from the green gas condensation.

Roger couldn’t wait to be back in his hotel room.

For what was awaiting him in the morning… nothing in life would have prepared him for

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