Hoppy - Revisited (Patreon)

I got the idea for this illustration and story was when I stumbled upon this instagram model's page. Most of her posts involved reviews of drinks, and occasionally food, with a lot of emphasis put on her huge chest.

I wanted to do a what-if scenario exploring what would happen if she went down the foodie route a bit more, with encouragement from FA fans increasingly influencing her instagram feed. Enjoy!

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Hoppy’s instagram had been mostly two things: beer and boobs. Though it was meant to be a beer review page, there was no denying her healthy bosom contributed a lot to viewer traffic. As her photographer, I knew. She’d purposely wear low-cut or tight tops, posing suggestively, her breasts as much the subject as the beer.

She’d occasionally do reviews on food too, but not as much.

That was before though. Eventually, Hoppy started leaning more into the whole foodie thing. Inevitably, this meant she began putting on some weight. And as she did, I watched as her already massive bosom swelled even more. Funnily enough, I noticed that a lot of her followers had begun encouraging her to post more about food--not too surprising, since in Hoppy’s case more food meant even bigger boobs. But then I also noticed it was more than just the boobs. Some of these folks liked Hoppy’s plumper figure overall. A lot of chubby chasers on this page. Did they want her to get even bigger?

Well, Hoppy was more than happy to follow their suggestions. And so she frequented more food fairs, restaurants, bars, doing more posts on their signature dishes and meals than the beer reviews she was known for. And so Hoppy grew. And grew. And grew…

Today, I was shooting with Hoppy again. She wanted to recreate one of her older posts, another suggestion by one of her followers which got a lot of support.

I wasn’t so sure about this one. By now, Hoppy had put on a lot of weight. And boy did it show.

“You sure about this, Hops? That tank top’s looking a bit tight…” I said, wincing at the creaking fabric.

Hoppy wasn’t skinny even back then, occupying the “thicc” category.

But at 400 pounds of overfed hourglass, she was definitely a full on BBW now, no two ways about it. Her exposed belly bulged onto the table, well fed and blubbery, jiggling as she ate. A small stack of plates replaced the cocktail from the old photo, the busty BBW unable to help herself from mowing through a few snacks already even before the shoot began.

And of course there was her rack. Swollen to monstrous proportions, it had torn the neckline of her old tank top, the weight of her megaton tits causing the straps to rip, hanging on by threads. It was so tight, you could clearly see the outline of her massive custom-size bra underneath, struggling to contain breasts well beyond its capacity, large as its cups were.

“Yeah! You of all people should know a lot of those guys are just here for these” she giggled through a mouthful of pie, leaning forward on her left arm and using it to push her colossal rack up even more. I could hear more of her top ripping.

Her belly bulged over the table more too, but whatever. Her chubby chasing followers would love that. Plus, body positivity was very in nowadays.

“Anyway, let’s get started! Haven’t I come such a long way since…*munch*...deciding to focus more on my foodie posting?” she said in between bites, looking down almost proudly at her outrageous breasts surging in front of her. Nevermind her fat gut pouring onto the table, nor how much bigger everything else was as well.

I looked at her old photo, a busty, full-figured blonde, probably just under 200 pounds, smiling politely with a cocktail on the table. Then I looked through my camera now--it showed a 400-pound BBW with gigantic boobs barely contained in a tearing top, her fat wobbling arm bringing her pie to her mouth as crumbs flew out, a small stack of empty plates in front of her.

“Yup, you’ve certainly come a long way” I replied, watching her lick her chubby fingers happily.