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This is a fanfic inspired and with the blessing of Zoey from Curvage. She's a super cute pear-shaped hottie who's proud of her gigantic booty and hips, and wants to get even bigger. Her goal is to get as W I D E as humanly possible! 
 

Zoey

Curvage had been good to Zoey. VERY good. Gifts from fans and followers, as well as the extra income from selling Curvage Clips meant lots and lots of food. And so Zoey ate. And ate. And ate. And ate some more…

“Mmm I have got to ask for more of this cake. I can’t believe I’m down to my last one” she pouted, looking over at her food table cluttered with emptied boxes, plates, and crumbs. She reached for her last cake with a bit of difficulty over her own massive breasts. Grabbing a massive slice with her bare hand, she began to eat, looking down proudly at her own enormous figure.  

Zoey was absolutely gigantic. Now a proper SSBBW, she had broken even her largest scale. She considered she’d probably need industrial strength scales, the ones they used to weigh cows... 

She turned her attention back to her computer screen.

“See guys? I can still totally fit into this onesie! I haven’t gotten THAT fat” she teased on camera, struggling to even see the screen past her own colossal breasts, which were surging out of the tearing onesie. 

The poor onesie struggled to survive, barely containing any boobage or stretching over her overfed belly. It fit more like a crop top now, only a bit of overstretched fabric keeping it from riding up totally.

But as gigantic as her boobs were now, they were far from the biggest part of Zoey. 

“Can you still use your extra wide office chair from that same set of photos?” she said, reading out one comment aloud.

“Of course I can! Well...kinda…” she admitted with a smile.

She raised one fat, wobbling arm and looked down at the what had always been the biggest part of her body--her now absolutely monstrous, earthshakingly fat ass and hips. 

To call Zoey pear-shaped was an understatement. Now so massive, they spilled over not one...not two...but four chairs at once, each gargantuan cheek requiring two chairs to hold them up. Of course, the arms had to be broken off just to accommodate all that booty, but it did the job. Sort of. All four chairs were groaning and buckling under her weight, her massive buttocks too much for them.

“I mean, I’m technically using the same model. Only four of them now” she giggled, gyrating her hips and making the chairs groan even louder, her jell-o like thighs and ass quaking heavily with even the slightest motion.

“You boys can handle it right?” she said down at the four struggling chairs. They only groaned and creaked in response, quivering as they struggled under her weight. If chairs could talk, they’d probably be crying out by now, begging their owner to lose weight. 

Nearby, a graveyard of their fallen brethren littered Zoey’s room. So many broken chairs. So many had succumbed to the overwhelming mass of her giant bottom.

And she was still growing.

The chairs groaned on. Some of their necks and legs were already beginning to crack. It was a good fight.

“That’s what I like to hear!” she giggled, shoveling the last of her cake into her mouth. 

“Anyway, don’t worry boys, I think this thing has finally stopped growing” she said through a mouthful, affectionately patting her own humongous booty, which made waves of jiggling ripple through it, her massive thighs, and her overflowing love-handles. 

“I mean really. How much fatter could I possibly get?” she went assuredly, licking her plump fingers before reaching for more food.