Splatoon 2: Pearl and Marina Go Body Positive

--- A Pudgy, Post Holiday Announcement ---

“Heeeeey, Yo!” Pearl said from her pink and white chair. The large, golden zipper on her coat bobbed up and down as she moved her arms in her usual excited, aggressive manner. “What’s going on, Inkopolis! How did that Splatsgiving treat y’all?” Pearl slapped her belly. “I don’t think I’ve ever eaten that good before! Not never!” There was a jiggle to Pearl’s belly that hadn’t been there before. The diminutive inkling was looking decidedly rounder, like someone had puffed her stomach up with an air pump. A white orb lay in her lap, a beginner's belly. True to her word, Pearl had enjoyed herself over Splatsgiving.  She had dined at her favorite fast food shops, taking in the sights and smells of the holiday with festive joy. Inkopolis had been alive with culinary activity, every vendor and house doing its best to provide their neighbors with good food. Pearl had been at the center, with Marina tagging along behind. She had gone from house to house, sampling and tasting what her fellow Inklings and Octolings had prepared for her.

While she had not been the only creature to make a pig of herself, Pearl had stood alone in the pure amount of food that she had consumed. Food, fried and baked and sautéd had passed by her lips. More than once she had been forced to adjust her hoodie and belt. By the end she was so stuffed that she could hardly move. Her pale stomach had been stretched to its breaking point, even turning red with the built up pressure. It had been a wonder that she had been able to make it home and into her bed. Yet she had. Pearl had shrugged out of her tight clothes, sleeping simply in her pink and white panties. The small woman had cradled her stomach, enjoying the feeling of painful fullness, while dreaming-eating her way through another feast in her mind. Of course, that food had come at a cost. Pearl had woken up from her stupor heavier. Though she was not the only one. . .

“Yeah, it was buuut. . .why did you make me eat so much?” Marina whined at her partner and co-host. She grabbed her own stomach, which flopped out under her leather tank top. Succulent, brown blubber filled her arms. “Now I’m chubby.” Marina pouted, a single tear filling her eye. Marina had been there every step of the way with Pearl, though with less interest in the feasting. She was simply happy to spend time with her best friend. Moments spent with Pearl were the best, Marina delighting in the antics that the small, feisty Inkling got herself into. However, the airheaded Octoling always forgot that she usually ended up getting dragged into them as well. Such was the case for Splatsgiving.

For every bite that Pearl took another was passed to the tanned woman. Marina had enjoyed it at first, her heart elating as she leaned in to take bites from food that Pearl held in her small hands. Yet, she began to worry as Pearl worked more and more food into her. Though taller, Marina did not have the raw gumption to make it through meals like Pearl did. She kept eating though, dutifully stuffing herself at the behest of her friend. Marina’s belly had puffed up and out with every bit of food offered to her. She was thankful, highly so, for the stretchy properties that Octolings and Inklings had been blessed with. In the end, she had carted a belly home that had to be carried with both hands. She had waddled next to Pearl, both impressed and a little scared by how much the inkling was enjoying her stuffed belly. Pearl talked about the food she had eaten. . .and all the dishes that she wanted to try. Meanwhile, Marina had simply tried to keep from passing out. It was a blessing beyond belief when she had made it home. She saw Pearl off, helping her out of her tight clothing. It was funny, she had been forced to admit, to see the short inkling puffed out to such a ridiculous degree. She had watched Pearl waddle into her bed, enjoying the contrast between her large white belly and tiny butt. Then it had come time for Marina to sluggishly get herself ready for bed. She shrugged out of her clothes, wincing as her stuffed belly was forced to contract and push against her thighs. She ended up making it into her soft pajama pants, but not much further. Instead, she crashed onto the bed in her room and went to sleep. Her body slowly turned the calories into soft pudge, leading to the current predicament.

“It’s going to take forever to work this off!” Marina sniffed and straightened back up, but this only made her breasts and booty jiggle noticeably.

An audible gasp went up from the citizens of Inkopolis as they watched the broadcast. It was unthinkable that two idols of such fame and fortune and popularity would let themselves go even a little bit. The Squid Sisters had certainly never let an inch of fat take hold on their bodies. What had happened to Marina and Pearl? The inklings and octolings looked at their televisions with shock, studying every inch of the two women. The shorter of the pair, Pearl might have had the most noticeable weight gain. Pearl had the aforementioned belly along with thighs that were starting to wear her leggings thin. There was a sense of roundness to the small woman that hadn’t been there before. Marina had a small saving grace due to her height, but it was moot when her outfit was considered. Instead of looking like a conscious choice to show her midriff, it instead seemed more like her chubby body was forcing its way through her clothes. Her belly flopped out before her, resting overtop of her belt buckle. Her breasts threatened to split her tank top. And, when she turned too much, there was just a bit too much of her rear showing over her pants. All in all, it made for a sorry sight. Yet, Off The Hook was not to be undone by this turn of events.

“Hey! Enough with the pouting!” Pearl shook her hand at Marina, her stomach bouncing in time. “We still look cute!” Pearl took a second to flash a peace sign at the camera, a little bit of arm fat wobbling. “People just have to accept us for us, you know?” She grabbed her potbelly, bouncing it up and down. Her belly button pressed into her hoodie, showing her deepend navel. Marina cringed as if Pearl’s chub might leap across the studio and add itself to her own. Nonplussed, Pearl stamped her little boot on the floor. “Marina! Don’t undercut my message of body positivity!” Her thighs bounced off of one another. The citizens watching the broadcast found their eyes bobbing up and down with the hosts’ jiggles and bounces. It was strangely mesmerizing. Many of the Inklings and Octolings had never even seen fat before, or at least only on other denizens of the ocean. Pearl hopped out of her chair, slower than before, and pointed her finger at the camera. The lens slowly zoomed in on her, catching how her belly made her sweater ride up. Marina peaked around the back, her head nervously showing up on screen just over Pearl’s shoulder.

“Inkopolis had better listen up! Pearl and Marina are a bit chubby for the time being, and we don’t wanna hear any disrespect! We love how we look and you better love it too!” Pearl wagged her finger at the camera, sass on full display. Marina pouted, hands grabbing her own pudge.

--- Foodies on Parade---

“Woah. . .that’s hella good!” Pearl said, biting into a Commercial Crab Trap Sandwich. She quickly lifted her other hand, which also contained a second sandwich. She ate with glee, filling her gullet on the overloaded sandwiches. “I had. . .urrrp. . .no idea that they could mix and match sauces like that!” A gleam filled her eyes as she tasted the ingenious blend of meat, cheese, egg, and spices. She hopped up and down out of glee, bumping Marina excitedly. Pearl was still steering into the skid of her last broadcast, enjoying her time as a body positivity model. Food went down easy and the publicity she was getting wasn’t bad either. Fans approached her with renewed interest, curious about what her new lifestyle was like. Pearl was more than happy to tell them, though some of the results were obvious.

The tale was told upon her body. Pearl was rounder than ever. Her tiny form had swelled like a sponge hitting water, filling with soft and ample padding from all of her extra meals. From all sides the sassy little Inkling was looking round. The fat had few places to go on her small body, so it settled for stretching her horizontally. Her most prominent feature was her gut. Her belly bobbed up and down at the slightest movements. Almost always half full, it had a perfectly round shape to it. The soft, pale expanse slapped at her thighs just as it pushed and shoved at the zipper of her hoodie. Meanwhile, from the back, two jiggly buttcheeks ate at her leggings, giving her a noticeable wedgie. Caught between the two extremes of booty and belly, Pearl’s poor hoodie had no choice but to ride up. The round little Inkling had the lower portions of her stomach on display at all times. She rationalized it by comparing it to Marina’s bare midriff, though the latter timidly disagreed with that. Pearl was grateful that her hoodie did not have sleeves, allowing for her round arms to be free. Her arms were beginning to be as thick as many inklings' tentacles. “Mmmmmm. . .Marina you gotta get in on this!” She bit into her sandwich again. She tried to pass the sandwich back, a thick glob of sauce and cheese dropping to splat on the sidewalk as she moved the sandwich around.

“Peeeaaarl. . .” Marina started to groan, but stooped to take a bite of the sandwich. She could hardly resist a little command given from her best friend. Her breasts rested on either side of Pearl, blanketing her friend’s tentacles in inviting warmth. She chewed the food fully, sampling the delightful sandwich. For as much as Marina worried about the current trajectory the pair were taking, she couldn’t deny that Pearl had excellent taste in food. Her short friend rooted out up and coming hole in the wall restaurants with a salmonid-like rapaciousness. It was all well and good, save for the fact that the calories had a trickle down effect. They seemed to roll from Pearl onto Marina. The more reserved woman acquiesced to whatever her confident, strident friend offered her. Marina loved to see Pearl smile, and the quickest way to do that was to sample whatever bit of food she was offering. The more she enjoyed it, the more enjoyment Pearl got. Though Marina could not put all the blame on her short friend. She had come to realize that she had developed “fat girl” instincts. There were times at the mansion when she found herself dialing up delivery restaurants, just for a second taste of something that pearl had offered earlier that day. She was beginning to catch herself less and less. Even now, she found herself polishing off the rest of the sandwich, even going so far as to lick Pearl’s fingers to get the last bits of sauce.

Marina, realizing what she had just done, cringed. She tried to hide behind the tentacle which draped over one eye. She pulled the tentacle down further with her plump arms. All this succeeded in doing was causing her fattened parts to bounce off of one another. Her arms, soft and pillowy, pressed into her melon sized breasts and barrel sized stomach. It was a wonder that she could go out in public dressed as normal, with all of her luscious fat on display. “Oh my Goood, what is happening to me?.” Marina hoped no one had seen her ridiculous display of gluttony. The last thing she wanted was for her bloated, round body to be slapped on a tabloid as she slurped food from Pearl’s hands. What’s worse, was that her outfit was coming apart at the seams. It had taken her unabated minutes to hoist her lime green pants up and over her thunder thighs. Each step saw her rotund asscheeks do further damage to the stitching on the back of her pants, threatening to burst the pockets right off. Her stomach flopped forward, bouncing off the top of her thighs. Truly, it was getting to be a slovenly display from the two idols.

“Uh-oh, someone is settling into a liiifffeestyyylleeee.” Pearl giggled, enjoying the gluttony that she had kindled within Marina. “Now. . .whew. . .just gotta get you your own food.” Pearl grinned devilishly, a thought entering her head. Now, one less sandwich in hand, she was free to further tease her distraught friend. The short inkling wound her hand back, sacks of bicep fat swinging back and forth while her fingers spread wide. “No stealing mine anymore!” To add a little emphasis to her point she brought her hand forward, clapping it directly onto one of Marina’s bulging asscheeks. The lime colored jeans that she wore might as well have been paper thin for the way that Pearl’s chubby hand hit home. Pearl’s hand landed dead, smack on Marina’s left pocket. The impact was like an asteroid landing in the ocean. The event unfolded in slow motion. A central, slow moving ripple spread outwards. Pearl’s hand bounced twice more, causing further impact tremors to spread. Marina’s jeans and panties shuddered. Her jeans were well made, crafted by the finest designers in Inkopolis, but they could only handle so much. A stitch burst, then a second, then the whole pocked was ripping off exploding into thin air. Marina’s tanned blubber poured through the new hole, causing further rips and rends. Stitches, fabric, and even the full cut out of Marina’s pocket flew through the air.

Pearl’s face, realizing what she had just done, changed from devilish grin to childlike, troublemaker glee. Inkopolis’ premiere anarchist and agent of chaos found herself unable to contain her excitement. Her hands cupped the immense asscheek, pinching what she could reach of Marina’s bare bottom. Marina, on the other hand, felt her expression switching from pure surprise to horror. She had felt the slap and then the sickening, telltale give of her pants, and finally the full explosion as her pants’ stitchings collapsed. She started to jump, batting Pearl out of the way with a free arm and hip. “Peeeaaaarrrrrrrlll! Aaaaaah!” She screamed, rising into the air, clutching her exposed bottom. “Not cool!” Surprise and embarrassment colored her voice, but Pearl knew that anger would soon take over. Even a gentle soul like Marina had her limits. The rotund, inky, little booty-goblin waddled forward as fast as her chubby legs would carry her. She downed her sandwich, hoping that it would give her a burst of speed to outrun her friend. Pearl hiked up her pants, throwing her leggings as far over her sagging belly as she could, before trying to make her get away. She could hear huffing and puffing behind her as Marina gave chase; thoughts of her butt hanging out forgotten in blind fury.

The two big girls thudded through the streets of Inkopolis. They were unused to running and struggled to motivate their large, hefty bodies. Pearl especially struggled. Being short, she had developed a waddle quickly. Now, needing speed like she hadn’t in a long while, she found herself almost hopping from foot to food. Her belly bounced, overpowering her still-small breasts. It was a credit to her own gluttony that her stomach could bounce high enough to almost touch her double chin. Sensing that Marina was closing in on her, Pearl steered herself down a side street. Marina skidded behind her. While better equipped for running than Pearl, that was a low bar. Marina’s ass now hung almost completely out, her perfect and almost ink-smooth cheeks bouncing wildly. Wedged deeply between her booty were her green striped panties, almost certainly doomed to be buried under the avalanche of ass fat. Unlike Pearl, Marina’s breasts were more than big enough to bounce into her face while run-waddling. Each step saw the large, soft orbs leaping up to bounce against her chin. Marina ran on though, correcting her course and sprinting through the alley.

Inky-sweat began to form on the two, coded to their unique colorings. Each step saw them spurting out splish-splashes of vibrant ink onto the sidewalk and building walls of the alley. Their tentacles whipped around wildly, with Marina even having to fight to push hers back in order to keep it from whipping her eyes. She wished that she had worn her white bandana. It was hard to say how long the chase might have lasted. Both women were determined, but their bodies were quickly giving out. Pearl had a head start, but Marina’s top speed was greater. In the end, the matter was decided by the universe.

As the two neared the end of the alley, a food cart was pushed in front of it. The food hawker was too distracted with the fresh fits of the other inklings and octolings on the street to notice the large women running pell mell at him. Pearl tried to shift into her squid form. The large, round woman became an even fatter squid; nearly a pool of inky blubber. All the same, she ended up hitting the cart. It turned end over end, spilling the delicious and premade food in all directions. Marina was no quicker than Pearl, slamming into the mess to cause an even bigger explosion of food and bodies. The two idols spun through the air. It was unfortunate, but probably deserved, that Pearl landed first. Her blubbery body skidded on the ground, shifting back to her humanoid form. Her jacket popped open, exposing her large stomach and forming back rolls. Marina landed seconds later, incidentally landing on butt first on top of Pearl. Smothered by brown blubber, Pearl raised an arm but then collapsed for good. Marina, meanwhile, shook her head to clear her dizziness. She rocked on top of a hill of fatness, feeling her own curves and rolls slapping against Pearls. The two’s large, jiggly rear ends bounced off of one another. A perpetual motion machine created by heaps of tush-cushion.

“You know, Pearl.” Marina said once she found her footing. “Maybe this isn’t so bad. You make a pretty nice pillow.” She giggled, putting an arm out. Food was landing all around her, raining from the sky seemingly. A sandwich wrapped in decorative foil landed in her hand. She unwrapped it, taking a bite. Rubbing the reversal of fortune in to Pearl, rather literally in this case, she gyrated her hips back and forth. The smaller woman was forced to feel the heavy yet soft burden of her cohost, musical partner, and friend. Likewise, Marina felt Pearl’s responsive jiggles. Marina quickly finished the sandwich, taking another one from the ground. She intended to gloat just a bit more, but instead found herself reaching down to give the sandwich to Pearl. Marina had to plant her feet to either side of Pearl’s head and force her body to lean forward. Her stomach pushed forward to cover the pink and white tentacles of her closest buddy and Marina had to flip the tasty morsel to her rather than hand it. But, in the end, the objective was achieved. Marina grabbed some more food for herself and ate. Neither woman complained about the situation.

--- Off the Hook. . .Or Off the Deep End ---

Pearl was the perfect combination of lucky and skilled. She worked and slaved her way up from nothing, becoming one of the most popular musical artists in the known world. Songwriting, broadcasting, and the odd turf war or two had solidified her income. She made money hand over tentacle, raking in millions. Of course, this had led to a lavish lifestyle. Nowhere was this lifestyle more evident than in her choice of home. Pearl’s mansion was a sprawling monument to architecture, expensive taste, and excess. There were so many rooms in the mansion that Pearl could honestly say that she had not been in all of them. Maps were posted on the walls in key areas to avoid getting lost. Yet, Pearl managed to fill the house with her unique taste and style. Statues and paintings of Pearl in various costumes, walls that had her little hands printed on them with ink, and speakers to pump music at every corner helped make the mansion feel more like a home rather than an art gallery. However, there had been even more changes lately that helped the mansion feel more unique. Just as Pearl had gotten a lifestyle upgrade, so too had her mansion.

Various pipes and chutes were weaved behind the walls, with the express purpose of sending food to any room in the house had been added. The smell of food wafted through the house, filling it with a rich concoction of smells; all delicious. Much of the basement space had been renovated to become large, subterranean cooking spaces. All of these changes worked to the continued pleasure of the growing, gluttonous owner. Yet, there was one addition to the house that Pearl prized above all others. It was the addition of railway tracks on the baseboards of the house. While not all the house had been covered yet, certainly all important locations had been. This meant that vast quantities of food could be shipped quickly to any location, and in greater amounts that the wall pipes and chutes could deliver. However, it also meant that Pearl was still able to be mobile. Her vast, undulating bulk could be wheeled and hauled wherever it needed to go. Such as today, when she was pushed from her bedroom on the 3rd floor to the pool. Many tentacles from the various jelly servants had gone into shoving Pearl’s massive, nearly spherical body down the halls of her house. She had arrived at the pool in style, finding Marina waiting for her.

Marina was situated near the pool. Sparkling, ever-blue ink lapped at the edges of the pool. Pearl had wanted a pool, the signature look of home luxury, but had not wanted to risk filling it with water. Yet, the ink filling the pool looked close enough. It made little waves and lapped at the edges of the pool the same as water. The only thing that moved with such rhythm was Marina herself. She was sitting upright, if slightly tenuously. Almost as big as one of the little faux-grass houses that sat next to the pool, Marina could officially be described as a “mound”. Her face was a series of cascading chins, rolling down past cheeks as big as bowling balls. The rest of her only increased in size from there. Breasts equal if not double this size of most Inklings, bobbed freely in the sun. They shook as Marina fed, slapping against a stomach which had long divided into rolls that were bigger than the largest ink-rollers. Her stomach was covered with bits of food and trails of ink-sweat which ran down her body, streaking her with beautiful and iridescent green. Her hips splayed out below her, wider than four pool chairs sat one by one. Marina fed simply by opening her mouth, allowing jellyfish servants to haul a long metallic slide to her lips. Fried eggs, crab sandwiches, and all manner of indescribably good food poured down and between her waiting lips. The slide rested gently on some of her chin folds.

“Mmmpgh. . .I can’t. . .OHHH. . .that isccch. . .mmpghp. . .good!” The immobile Octoling scarfed the food down, hardly able to keep her comments to herself. The feeding went on and on. Pearl watched, enraptured by it all. She was jealous that Marina was eating, any minute spent not devouring things or being with Marina was time wasted by Pearl’s standards. Yet, at the same time it gave for the Pale Whale (a nickname Pearl had inherited) to be set up for her own feeding. Pearl was every bit as blobbish as Marina. Their height difference had become somewhat negligible with the move to official immobility. There was so much fat and blubber between the two that it was hard to tell who was taller. Were they not of such different complexions, it would have been hard to tell whose fat was whose.

The other differences lay in behavior, mostly. Marina liked to take her meals seated upright, still trying to maintain some semblance of normality. Pearl, ever the hedonist, preferred to get down and dirty with her food. She wanted to lay on her belly, preferring to feel her mass spread out as much as possible. It was how she insisted on being carted around too. She was hauled down the halls face first, like some parody of a roller coaster. When gorging herself, she liked to feel her chins sag onto her breasts and floor at the same time. The two were both too fat to eat using their hands, instead relying solely upon their mouths. Marina had at first bemoaned this, wishing she could do more than wiggle fingers buried in flab. Pearl had embraced it, loving that she got to make a mess at every meal.

Marina finally finished her food, taking a second to sleepily look around. She had been eating for some time and was beginning to feel the effects. However, her face lit up when she saw Pearl getting wheeled into position. The pale hill of fat was pushed into position slowly, with many stops and starts to account for her ass-fat’s jiggles. Pearl worked against gravity and momentum like few other people could. Her naked breasts (huge to her, but still relatively small given her overall proportions) flopped out and over her cart to rest on the cool tile of the pool. The sun beat down upon her, soon causing little contrails of pink ink to flow and seep from her rolls. Were one to ignore the tentacles on her head, it would have been easy to think that Pearl had evolved from some porcine race rather than a squid. All the same, she still carried adorable and intensity in equal measure. There was an energy that seemed to radiate off of her, and infectious desire to glut oneself. . .if not something else. “What’s up, What’s up. . .good lookin!” Pearl said, trying to crane her neck up enough to catch Marina’s eyes. The task was made far more difficult by her neck rolls and thickened tentacles.

“Heeeyy. . . UUUURRRRPP. . .girl!” Marina said, belching forcefully to throw her body sideways. Lacking any muscle to help stabilize and balance her rotundity, Marina slowly began to crash to the ground. Thankfully, as always, her little army of helper octolings were there to catch and ease her down. She landed light as a cloud, as befitting someone shaped like a weather phenomenon. She lay on her side, belly and breasts flopping far enough forward to drop into the ink. The cool, blue substance tickled the underside of her gut. Her face lined up with Pearl’s, making it easy to lean her mass forward and land a little peck on her cheek. “Good to. . .mwaah. . .see you , finally.” Marina’s puffy lips came away, leaving a green and inky impression. Pearl couldn’t help but laugh, joy spreading through her body. She tried to kick her legs and pump her arms, but really only succeeded in rocking her platform. Sheets of blubber rose and fell. Marina laughed shyly, still getting used to brazen displays of affection. Both girls couldn’t help but blush a little, turning their faces to hide in their blubber a bit.

Pearl recovered faster. “Psssh, you just do that to show me what you’ve been eating. No pretending!” The shrimpy girl turned mega-mass-gainer played off her feelings. She was at a disadvantage given that she was facing forward and Marina was laying on her side. “If I could reach you I would do the same!” She sneakily suggested, both excited and terrified that Marina would take her up on the offer. Despite their ages, they had a very schoolgirl sort of romance. Little advances here and there which built up into an explosion of romance at the appropriate time. A game of chicken that only ever led to the most steamy crashes. Pearl, in her mounting excitement, clenched what muscles were left in her legs and butt. Her ass bounced back and forth as a result, further heightening the mood. “But whatevs, I know you. . woah. . .woah!” Marina was moving again.

The behemoth Octoling let gravity take full control, pitching her forward. She landed with a large WHUMPH which shook the pool and house. She and Pearl rocked violently, their bodies roiling like the sea during a storm. “Here’s. . .oooaaahh. . ..woooaah. . .your. . .chance!” Marina said, trying to calm her own undulations. The servant army again came in handy, slowly backing the two down and allowing them to lay as normal. Marina’s chins pooled atop her breasts, giving her face a sort of heart shaped appearance. Pearl had never longed to kiss anything as much as that face. Marina’s green eyes shone like emeralds. Pearl had always known that Marina was a good looking woman, but she had begun to feel it on a different level after their little escapade with the food cart. She couldn’t get the feeling of slapping her ass off her mind, much less the feeling of Marina sitting atop her and feasting. That had led to little moments of adventure and impulse. Pearl took her liberties with touching and groping, usually for comedy. However, to her surprise, Marina had returned in kind. It had just built from there. A romance that blossomed from friendship and mutual gluttony.

“Fine then! Bluff called!” Pearl heaved her body forward, pale adipose clashing against brown blubber. She locked lips with Marina, kissing and sucking at her lips. They met while their enormous asscheeks bounced and shook behind them, monuments to their new lifestyle. Marina kissed back hard. It was both surprising and not surprising how good she was at that. For all her tenderness and meekness, Marina was by far the more romantically aggressive one. She never let a moment pass without kissing or hugging (when she had been able) Peal. She was the prime instigator of amorous advances, Pearl playing a distant second. Yet, Pearl was more than happy to try and return fire as best she could. The two continued their make-out session, made sloppy by flapping chins and bouncing cheeks. They were only brought apart by the arrival of food.

“Aaaawww. . .I was enjoying that.” Marina pouted, sad that her love fest had been cut short. She loved to glut herself as much as the next woman. . .but she much preferred getting to lock lips with Pearl.

The coming food was simply dumped between the two, both well used to using their own bodies as plates and troughs. Piles and piles of fried food, with sauces and cheese slathered on top (for good measure) were poured between the two. The hill of food quickly became a mountain. Pearl and Marina did not even wait for the food to stop being piled before digging in. their whole bodies heaved, surging forward to attack the pile of food which split them. They chomped and chewed, with food flying in all directions. The pile shrank, rocking back and forth as the hoggish pair devoured it. It was curious, for all their own gluttony and desire for food, they could still feel the other working away on the other end. It was romantic, in its own way. They had to force their way through a mountain of food to return to where they left off. Both women eating like mad, each hoping to continue their trist in a moment. Each felt that they were only a couple bites away from meeting the other. Pink and green ink-sweat pooled under the two, mixing just like their owners.

“Coommmee. . .UUUURRRPP. . . on Peaaarll. I’m eating more than you!” Marina teased.

“No. . . BBBLLURRAAAPP. . .way! Lying ain’t cool, Marina.”

The two blobs teased each other, working to provoke both hunger and lust. Eventually they would meet again and their passion would be allowed to run rampant. Meanwhile, the assembled cooks and servants were already started preparing for the second course. They knew that Pearl and Marina would go for hours, kissing and eating. It was going to be a busy day.