The HOLLYWOOD SSBBW DIVA - PART 5

The HOLLYWOOD SSBBW DIVA - PART 5

Viola was shushing him. Stroking his hair like a pet dog or something. She gazed at him like her first bite of kurxa creamy doughnut.

(What Roger didn’t know was he was becoming HER PET. Over in Viola’s hometown in England. Men being personal pets was legal. Especially for women of Viola's stature. The women had full rights to leash, encourage, ride and even… Modify. An international superstar like Viola was almost expected to have a supreme specimen for a ‘pet’. The men have no say. The movement is a movement for promotion, procreation and women’s happiness… Roger had no choice, even though he would continue his work being a fully respected director in England… Viola had full reign over his life for the time being)

What the poor guy heard next…

Viola’s voice transcended into a very sexy tone. Every man in the room began to swell. Especially with hearing what she was saying

“Hmmmm what Should I get? The 15 inch, The 25 inch… see, Mr Surgeon I love how petite he is… he is like my little plaything… besides… if he had such a thing… ugh I’d break him… break him in seconds hehe”

Roger began to panic and ask questions. Similar to that of a scared dog in a vet, scrambling on the table.

“Now now baby… I’ve got you. Be a good boy”

Trying to squash her Pillow sized nipple in his mouth. His jaw almost broke behind such a force.

“Ok, give him the organ cleanse, health checks, and a great seat! Heehee”

Roger felt Viola grab his arms. The other surgeons grabbed his legs and parted them. A foreign object entered his body. Such force his face and upper body slipped into the deep ocean of Viola's breasts.

With this being a modern healthcare measure. The sensation was a great experience for Roger! Feeling like a orgy rather than a dog in a vet.

Viola felt him sighing and moaning in pleasure between her boobs, jiggling over his face. He was lulled off to yet another. Deep sleep.

… hours later, they were on the plane back to England… Roger was waking up… Viola had been getting stuffed with food for 4 hours now. The poor first class flight staff were exhausted! PLUS super frustrated not being able to move carts past her in the walking aisle…

Roger woke up to

PTCHHHH!!

Viola had split yet another t-shirt through her size gain. A size gain that was very apparent to everyone except her. Her favourite high quality hand women t-shirt (much stronger and higher quality than a normal t-shirt) even though it fit her like a crop top stuffed with two mega sized beach balls… her body still continued to break free.

“Bugger it! I liked this T-shirt! Can’t wait to get back to England, need more cl-Oh? … HEYY Roger you’re awake!”

Roger didn’t even sit up straight before Viola grabbed him, plopped him on her lap. He bounced on her lap, soft as butter, almost as wide as a park bench. His tiny hips sunk into the warm silky smooth thigh meat. Even with her belly and breast poking out claiming past half of her thigh he still had more than enough room.

Although with boobs almost ten times the size of his head. Jiggling out of control literally an inch away from smashing his face. Roger still found himself with enough space to relax.

“Oh! Ms Viola! Quite a fine pet you have here! Good posture, great dressing design, loving the-“

Roger was startled. By an unfamiliar face leaning over the top of the seats, staring at him like a pet dog. The overwhelming eye contact insinuating he shouldn’t speak.

“Haha why thank you, although he is actually my movie director for the new film I’m going to be starring in…”

“Ahhh good for you! Here’s my number, my name’s Ms Wigglebottom, but you can call me Chloe… Here's my number and you can…”

The two ladies broke off into a seemingly never ending cackling session about everything and nothing. Viola seemed to get more and more… excited… having her love for Roger confirmed by Chloe literally going crazy for him.

“Awww he’s solid too”

“He’s also a gentleman, after he oiled my bosom to prevent the friction rash, he jumped head first into them to spread it all over… really thoughtful”

“Awwwwwwwww, he’s great, listen charming pet. When you stop by Ms Wigglebottom’s land… be sure to ask for Chloe.

My Seat always complains about a broken pelvis, after that I just sit on his face. Ughh you must share this… Roger? Was the name”

“Of course! We must go for a tea sometime”

As Ms Wigglebottom began to walk away, her body became more visible, with a more bbw chubby upper body, natural milk-filled basketball sized boobs, with the arms in proportion. Cute double belly, humble yet still would triple the size and weight of Roger’s body.

But as for her-

BWOOOOOOOOLCH!

BAAAAAAMMMMLCH!

SQUUUUAAAELCH!!

GERDJEUMMMMMLCH!!

“Ahaha good ol Wigglebottom, poor girl after her husband died she mysteriously began to gain weight. She used to be a horse rider… never went back to it after she butt crushed her favourite horse… was all over the news… her shattered saddle was stuck up her butt for hours… life sometimes”

What Viola was forgetting to tell Roger is that Ms Wigglebottom’s weight gain and size growth was a literal phenomenon. From being a 5ft 2 horse rider to being a 6ft5 pear shaped giantess. Packing an incredible 200 inch ass!! Her nickname is the centaur because of such a thing. As Roger got a glance of, peeking over Viola’s shoulder. He could feel the gentle air breeze that each jiggle created on his face.

The funny thing was, between Viola and Ms Wigglebottom, everyone presumed there was severe turbulence. When it was just the two women adjusting in their seats, plopping in their seats… and possibly… crushing the seats!

BWUERGLE

GURGLE!!

“Deary me… my tummy may be a little upset with me”

Her stomach growling woke up several people. Feeling the belly cramps she wrestled her belly out of the yoga pants she was wearing. An never-ending double belly-

JBLOOOOORCH!!

Was dropped on Roger’s fragile lap. She sighed in relief, as the boulder of blubber bounced and jiggled over tiny lap. Warm, clammy. Most importantly HEAVY. The huge bustling gut was crushing his balls and members, like a slow compression.

Roger was about to say something about him being crushed but she-

“-Hold that thought… ermmm yes Penta deck mega burger, cheese-wheel, yam pies, aaand whole pig pork chops… whatever Ms Wigglebottom is having haha… you were saying Roger?… hmm? Oh did I squish you with my side belly? Haha you’re all red dear”

As she was about to release him, the food came and instead of her seat passenger he became her-

“Here hold this! And this! Thank you! Ugh you’re such a pleasure! Kinda sir!”

In a matter of minutes each container was empty. Licked clean. Spotless. Her belly had gotten considerably heavier, bloated to the max. Roger’s member was lost in the soft blubber abyss of her under belly. Having his member surrounded by all the soft warm fat, it was being overly stimulated… to the point where-

“Heck of a lot of turbulence on this flight aye Roger?… awww your legs are shaking? Don’t be scared. Here! Rub my belly, get the oil first though”

Roger was fishing around in her cleavage, lost. He could barely reach under her boob to even search for the stashed oil bottle. With the plane jiggling her all over the place he was lucky he found it when he did.

Lathering her belly in oil, he gave the best massage he knew how to. Although all it was just bouncing her belly meat over his member more and more.

DROOOOOOMMMM!!

JUPLORCH!!!

!!

The plane took a giant hit from a very strong gust of turbulence!

Almost as if in slow motion, her swollen bloated gut and Supersized Barrels she called breast. Launched up in the air.

Roger had no chance as her boobs came Plopping down on his face. Like a hammer and nail his entire body was pushed down between her oily underbelly.

His entire body was now jammed under her belly. He was lost in the soft warm abyss of her underbelly. Only his nose, eyes and forehead protrude out the side. Roger was trapped under Viola’s belly.

He watched her eat and eat and eat. Viola was just eating out of boredom, little did she know she was growing.

The fact her boobs blocked any view of her lap. Roger knew this could only get… worse?

After the stewardess told Viola they are landing soon. She began massaging and plopping her belly. Masterfully jiggling it to soothe the gassy bloating.

!!

Roger’s member was being pulverised. Pumped. Overwhelming him into a state of paralysis under there. He tried his best to get out, call for help…. Even trying to hold back his enjoyment.

!!!!SPLURGE!!!

He couldn’t. Her belly was too much for him. As the plane landed, the way her belly dropped out her hands and submerged his entire head too. He couldn’t help but lose control. Funny enough the bottle of oil spurted out over his face at the same time.

Viola only noticed when she was wrestling her belly back into her joggers. When she released joggers only the bottom belly fit. Spurting ‘oil’ all over the window.

Blushing. She looked down. To see the head of Roger sticking out through her underbelly in her joggers.

“Awwwww did you have an accident with the lotion oils again? Clumsy git. Your work is cut out when we get home…”

Thinking she was going to take him out… she did quite the opposite and left him there. Walking through the airport. Going through customs. Grabbing more food on the way.

She even met back up with Ms Wigglebottom. Was having a chat with her about-

“I mean… Why are men such wimps?! I like to sit on laps. Sure the last time I weighed I was well over 1,300lbs…but… well… I was 600lbs in High school I-“

“Ms Wigglebottom… don’t worry… we can meet up for tea or something sometime… My Roger knows how to treat a woman… see ya”

A loud metallic crunch. Sounded as Viola walked over to her transport. Ms Wigglebottom had flattened 2 and a half rows of seats. Those that were smart enough to run, could only ponder what the sounds of cracking and crunching were.

BWELCH!!

BOMMM!

“Mr Olivers, how do you do? Is it me or has this company’s transport shrunken in my absence…”

The driver was too busy revving the engine to get the giant vehicle to move.

Once home, dozens upon hundreds of servants came running to serve Viola. Seeing the state of her feet, and skin and even stress levels they rushed to the pamper room.

“Wait a minute! Where is my pet?”

Viola remembers Roger is crammed into her underbelly. Smiles to herself while she walks outside to the sun lounger. Pulling him out of her underbelly.

Poor guy was gasping for breath.

“Pamper team! For further notice Roger will do all of my pampering! He shall be whipped and punished when not upholding the quality of the team. You will be paid double this week. Only the food staff and appliances will - ‘GUEGLERGLE’ ohh mercy me and the plumber … sorry Derek”

Viola turned to Roger and whipped his collar tight. Choking him intently.

“Rub my feet, manicure and pedicure, lotion my entire body, facial my beautiful face, then feed me till fall asleep… do not let me down”

The way she spoke Roger knew he would be in trouble. Looking over at his business phone hoping and praying someone would call. So at least he would have the excuse of doing work.

Whipping him for every minute detail he got wrong. Viola was giving ‘gentle’ whips, but for Roger’s size they were brutal lashes.

“Arghhh dear Roger you are hopeless at this, I’m really going to have to whip you into shape. You can’t even do my feet, no feet kisses or anything… poor me… well… the least you can do is rub my back. Been aching more and more recently”

Viola got up and laid on her back. The lounger beneath her creaked in pain. The metallic screeches were long and drawn out like a cry for help as she slowly crushed her favourite lounger. Not much of her was even on the thing. Her boobs, thighs, belly, arms… even calves all bulged over the sides.

“Ahhhh, and don’t be one of those creeps who just stare at my bottom, I genuinely need this massage. You don’t want to see me vexed Mr Roger… (Pulling him close with his leash)

You will be punished. Surely snack your neck like lollipop stick”

Roger didn’t know if she was flirting or being serious. The creaking solid metal lounger just made her threat that much more serious as she lay back down. He loved the way her endless layers of fat squelched together, watching her breast clap together and drop down on the lounger, spurting oil spray into the air was a sight he’d never forget-

“WELL”

She caught him in awe

“Oh oh cool, ah yeah”

Then came another dilemma… The woman’s body was so tremendously curvy… he couldn’t reach her back. Trying to reach over her side boob like a child’s playhouse, he barely reaches over her the monstrous side boob. He couldn’t even squish into it! Her breast meat was just too heavy!

He dare not approach from the front where most of her breast meat was placed. She was using it as her pillow.

Pondering in thought. He looked up and finally gazed at…

Viola’s butt.

Two jiggly mountains of tanned ass cheeks. The face he couldn’t even see her legs, well, he couldn’t even see the view past her butt says all you need to know.

An absolute roadblock of an ass that seemed to jiggle in constant motion. Like it was alive itself.

Roger saw that time was getting on, the best way he could approach was, hiking up her butt to arrive at her back. Each step sunk deep into her fat thighs, she was incredibly thick and soft, his legs plunged up to his mid thigh! Her butt cheeks were a literal mountain climb!

however it was harder once he got up her mid ass cheek. Like a bounce house with no structure it was jiggling in every direction, poor guy was spilling oil all over her 150 plus inches of luscious ass fat.

KR-HR-R-R-RRRRRR-JUPLOOOOORCH!!!

The poor lounger gave up trying to hold Viola. Having cried out for someone to save it. Sadly nobody came, causing it to implode under her incredible size and mass. The thing was entire buried under Viola, the fact it was a super large size didn’t matter, the only proof that Viola wasn’t lying on the ground was the tiny triangle of fabric between her calves

“Godsake! This was my favourite lounger-!!! My gosh Roger! You…”

Roger was eaten alive by the tidal wave ass clap after Viola hit the ground. Scared half to death the tiny guy found himself swallowed whole deep into her butt. The bottle of oil he held didn’t make it, spewing all between her cheeks.

Viola loved how he jiggled her massive buns. Throwing around the buttery flesh in every direction.

“Hm? Didn’t know you liked my big bottom this much Roger… here let me-“

Viola reached back and spread her ass. Wielding each 150lb butt cheek in each hand with ease.

Roger fell to his back, looking from side to side he realised the absolute canyon of an ass crack she has. He did his best to stand up, each cheek stood over him. Jiggling in her weakening grip as if they were looking down towards him.

Looking down towards her feet. He did not dare run that way. Realising it would take a few steps to get to safety.

Finally deciding to hike the rest up her stacks of ass fat-

Her phone rang!

Viola… let go… abruptly

Her mountain boulder butt cheeks came rushing together and-

JDUBLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORCH!!!!

Birds flew away, the nearby windows rattled, the meaty squelch was a destructive force of nature. Poor Roger winced in pain, as they bounced, smashing him a few times before he confirmed something was broken in his body.

“Heyyyyy Max!!, … You have made a decision!! Took long enough!! … A hopeless romantic?… the woman who… hmmm… too much to handle… multiple actors… hahaha that sounds funny… ooohhh a girl on girl scene?… ahhh I see, Well I love the Idea. When are we-“

Viola began demanding the food budget be tripled for her. Along with the tremendous amount of demands. Getting hungry she got up and went to get some food.

Forgetting Roger was locked deep between her giant cheeks. Poor guy was clapped to an oily pulp as she ate a few rounds of a buffet. As the food in London wasn’t as potent and heavy as in the states she found herself eating constantly for hours. Talking about her new lead role.

“Cool, this film is going to be so much fun… look forward to it! Shooting stars… okay… bye”

*Click*

Viola, giddy with excitement, went to clean up before bed. Nice Candle lit bath. Stripping to her bathrobe felt an aggressive gurgling coming from her gut. Trying to calm the beast of her stomach, it only gurgled more loudly and cramping her belly meat more. She made it worse.

“!!! Goodness it’s going to be a big one”

Thinking to her herself, not wanting to blast a hole in her bathroom wall. Or drown her entire mansion in diabolical gas. She began to sweat, her asshole was armed and puckered… with her clenched buttocks poor Roger’s mouth was point blank - suction cupped to her hole. Poor guy was screaming for his li-

BLLAAUAUUAUAUAUAUAUAUAUAUAUAUAUAUAUAUAUAUAUAUAUAUAUAUAURRRRRRRRRRRRRRFFF

FRAAAAAAAUAUUUAUAUUAUAUAUAUAUAUAUWUAUUAUWUAUAUAUAUAUUAUAUAUAUAUAUAUAUUAUAUUAUAUAUAUAUAUAUUUAUAUAUAUAUUAUUAAAAAOOOOOOORORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFF!!

Roger.

Had his mouth and throat ravaged. Viola’s incredibly foul gas was too powerful for poor Roger. Viola let loose, a gassy build up that had been brewing from almost 4 days. 4 days of eating whatever and whenever she wants. The deep bassy fart shook her house.

However what she turned to see in the mirror-

“FUCKING HELL WHA-oh… oh yes that is is right they gave you the special haha (blushing) errr skill… are… are you ok?”

Roger had been inflated into a giant spherical balloon which filled the room floor almost. The serum they gave him in the airport to become a pet for Viola, included all kinds of dna adaptations. However Roger’s body was fit for an average sized woman. Viola was 100x maybe 400x the size of an average sized woman. Just like how a lawn chair’s max weight is 500 lbs… Viola was 500 lbs as early as middle school her gains easily make her triple and quadruple that now.

Poor guy.

He was filled with some of the worst gas imaginable. He wanted to cry in pain. Her foul emissions were swirling in his body. He could taste everything. The loudest fart he had ever heard had his ears ringing, the trombone wet fart echoed in his mind.

Pulling on the leash around his neck…

“Now cmon… Swalloooow… I’m terribly gassy dear, I hope I don’t pop you”

Roger started shaking. He couldn’t move. Like a grounded balloon in the grasp of someone who is determined to pop him. He was helpless. She pumped his body until he digested her gas. Poor guy was whimpering. She handled him like dirty laundry. Forcing him to digest all her gas.

Viola started to enjoy having Roger as a pet. Forcing him to make out with her belly. Plunging his head and shoulders into her deep double belly crevice. The deafening loud gurgling told him all he needed to know about how gassy she is.

Soon before climbing into the bath.

DWURLCH!

Viola’s hips and butt were denied entry into the bath!

“Hmm? Disappointing… I seem to how have outgrown my own custom made bathtub”

Now that Roger’s hazy eyes looked closely. The tub was almost triple the size of a normal tub.

With a few butt plops-

DHOOOOOOOMCLH

THOOOOOOOOOMLCH

BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOORCH!!!

!!!

“Ahhh there we are… nice and snug… take your  clothes of pet… scrub my back”

Roger was shocked to the core. Not only did she forcefully mould the bathtub to accommodate her, she had completely deformed the poor bathtub. The water she landed on spurted over the ceiling from between her ass cheek crevice.

He had never heard a bathtub creak so loud before

“Cmon! Get to scrubbing! Toot-sweet!”

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The next part might well be the finale for this series. However there is a potential for this to continue past the main movie and shooting but… I’ll leave that up to the votes

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