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This is a sequel to the Zoey series, and 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 3

H-bot had spent the last half hour digging through his owner’s clothes. The little robot had weeded through piles of ripped tops and bottoms, many torn right in half. With the convenience of delivery services, Zoey barely went outside during this period and didn’t need clothes that fit right anyway. 

But the lack of foresight meant she was unprepared when she did need them, like she did now. One of the delivery boys whom she found cute was coming over with her orders today, and she wanted to look nice when she did her usual flirting with him. And by “nice” she meant “not totally naked”. 

H-bot had done the best he could. He found the only thing that still wasn’t totally ripped apart--Zoey’s favorite heart-print onesie. Well, the top half at least. Maybe she could use it as a kind of cute crop top? At least that’s how it fit the last time she wore it.

The problem was Zoey had put on even more weight since then. A LOT more weight.

“H-bot~” called his master.

The room began to shake.

The little robot turned around as an absolutely mammoth Zoey was slowly lumbering towards him. Her every footstep made the entire house shake, the ground cracking beneath her feet. She’d somehow grown taller as well, all that nutrition manifesting itself in height making her look even more massive, becoming taller and wider and taking up even more space.

She was almost naked. She had a pair of panties on, but they were reduced to strings between her monstrous ass cheeks, and her fat, fully-exposed belly blocked the view of them from the front anyway. 

She had managed to squeeze into the onsie. Sort of. It barely stretched halfway down her giant boobs, which were out in the open as they sat atop her belly.

To add to the overall image of outrageous fatness, Zoey was working on a massive hunk of cake she held in one hand, crumbs falling off her cleavage, while in the other she held a large carton of thick heavy cream.

Sometimes even she couldn’t believe how huge she’d gotten. She thought she might have stopped growing when her butt started filling up two chairs. Then three. Then four. Then breaking entire couches, beds… 

And now here she was, now so heavy that her living room literally shook with her every footstep. Now so fat that her favorite onesie fit more like an accessory draped over the top of her giant boobs. Now so wide that even walking down the hallway was tough, since her hips squashed against opposite walls. She could feel all her heavy curvage jiggling along, her exposed breasts bouncing, her belly and rolls wobbling, and of course her gigantic ass and thighs quaking. 

She loved it, and she smiled to herself, down at her own mammoth body as everything shook around her. She shoveled the rest of the cake into her mouth piggishly, imagining all those calories making her even bigger...

H-bot gawked up at the gigantic girl as her massive shadow loomed over him, all that blubber wobbling on even as she came to a halt in front of him.

“...are you sure this is the only thing that still fits me?” she asked through a mouthful of cake, licking her plump fingers clean.

“Beep boop [well that is your fourth cake this morning...]” replied H-bot in a resigned tone, looking up at her massive, exposed breasts.

“It’s not my fault! You should really be helping me diet” she teased, before chugging down the rest of her heavy cream, before letting out a hearty “BUUUURRRRPPPPP!!!” H-bot watched her massive boobs and belly wobble over him from the force of the belch, wondering how he could possibly help her diet when she was inhaling whole cakes and chugging cartons of heavy cream.

“And actually, it was my sixth. I found the two you were saving for later” she admitted with a grin and a bite of her lip, stretching her fat wobbling arms up, making her boobs pop out even more.

H-bot let out a beeping sigh again.

Her overgrown belly let out a hungry growl.

“But I’m still soooo hungry” she whined, putting her hands on her fat belly. “Where is he? I only had three lunches today, after all--”

Just then, the bell rang.

“Oh! That’s him!” she squealed, and proceed to make her way towards the front door, the entire house shaking.

The delivery guy had been to this house a couple of times. He definitely remembered it, since that curvy cutie lived here. She was just his type--a  pretty, plump pear, who was extra large in the bottom. 

Even more tantalizing was the fact that she seemed to get bigger every time he came to deliver food. Bigger boobs, bigger belly, and definitely bigger hips and ass. By his last delivery here a couple of weeks ago, she was so wide that when she tried to walk out the door to take her food, her hips got jammed hard in the doorway, way too wide.

“Oops” she giggled, looking over at her fat ass squashed in the doorway. She could tell by the way he looked at her that he was into it. “Oh no, I think all this food is making me even wider...” she pretend-pouted, exaggeratedly shaking those giant hips and causing even more wobbling to surge through her body. She was wearing a way-too-small heart-print onesie that was struggling to stay on, already tearing down the middle. He could see everything jiggling.

“I-I think the extra weight looks good on you” he said a bit shyly.

Zoey smiled back at him. “I knew you were a chubby chaser!” she teased.

“Wha--? I--”

“I’m teasing!” she laughed, which made her belly and boobs shake heavily before him. 

Snapping back to reality, he set down the first massive stack of take-out down at the front door. Phew. This was a really big order, even for her. And there was even more in the truck! Just how big had she gotten by now…?

Then he began to feel the ground shake.

“Wha--” he gasped, just as the front doorway practically exploded.

It was clear Zoey hadn’t needed to leave the house in a while.

Now so massive, she was struggling to fit through the front door sideways, a single thigh too huge to squeeze through. 

“Hey..how are you doing...urgghhh...mister chubby-chaser?” she giggled between groans as she struggled to squeeze through the door. 

He gawked up at the mammoth girl, her giant breast looming over him and one nipple inches above his face. He recognized her heart-print onesie, now reduced to something less than a crop top.

But her sideways hips, bigger and wider than ever, reached out several feet further and pressed against his torso. He looked down at it, all that fat, and that massive thigh struggling to fit out of a widened doorway.

With every heave of her massive body, the foundations of the house shook. The doorway began to break, bits of its frame flying off. And even the surrounding wall was cracking. 

And with every shake, waves of wobbling throughout her body.

“Guess who’s gotten….urgghhh...even chubbier?” she teased, struggling to see him past her own breast, but able to feel his comparatively tiny body against her massive hip and thigh.

She tried a bit more, before eventually stopping. She was definitely stuck, not even halfway out the door. Sideways. 

“Err...maybe a little bit too chubby for this little doorway” she said, patting the broken doorframe which she had already had extended before this. 

“How about coming round the back instead?” she smiled sweetly. “I’m ready for my fourth lunch!”