Arco let loose a volley of cover fire from his Splattershot,
blind, over his shoulder. He wasn’t trying to hit anything… Really, all
he wanted to do was disincentivize his pursuers from chasing him. But
the odds were long and not in his favor; despite Arco’s best efforts taking out
snipers, lobbing Splat Bombs, cutting off the enemy’s ink-paths and shortcuts,
and basically being an all-around nuisance, Arco was the last man standing on
his team, and it would be too long of a wait for his friends to return.
Arco heard their footstep, their inkshots, their
increasingly frustrated yells come nearer and nearer as they began to catch up.
He bobbed and weaved. He saw an opportunity, an unfinished yellow trail of ink
leading around a corner. Once he rounded the bend, he’d be back in friendly
territory to regroup and launch the counter offensive.
Arco leapt atop a crate, blasting a spray of yellow on the
ramp. He landed into a slide, shifting seamlessly into his hydrodynamic squid
form and jetting his way out of there when –
BOOM!
A well-timed Splat Bomb cut off his escape route. With
nowhere to go, the little squid was now alone in a single patch of yellow, cornered
by a moat of indigo ink. He shifted back into kid form just as his enemies
simultaneously shifted themselves, a group of punk-rock styled Octolings, each
brandishing a blaster, roller, or paintbrush, all aimed at the bashful little
Inkling. The only way out was down: over the balcony of the massive Moray
Towers, onto the streets below. It was official; Arco had gotten got. He raised
his hands in surrender, and he gulped.
Before him, an Octoling wearing an eyepatch brushed her
tentacled hair out of her face before glaring at Arco. “Last words or not, I
don’t really care,” she said, unsheathing her three-volleyed Tri-Stringer
and drawing it, aiming directly at Arco’s face. “But, I mean, it could be
funny. So go on.” She gave a shark-toothed smile.
Arco grit his teeth as he inched toward the balcony. From
the corner of his eye, he gleaned his teammates, finally rising from the
Spawnpoint, wide-eyed and ready to take back the map. The enemy were sitting
ducks. All Arco needed to do was stall them for just a bit longer. When…
“I… do you hear that?”
The blue haired Octoling grimaced. “Hear what?”
“That,” Arco said, pointing out vaguely to the skyline. “That
booming? It’s faint… but it’s getting…” Arco stepped closer to the ledge, much
to the enemy team’s chagrin. “You can’t tell me you can’t hear it by
now!”
Their leader squinted in confusion, then shook her head. “Enough
of this!” She beckoned to her teammates. “C’mon, splat ‘em already so we can –
whoa!!”
Boom…
Boom!
The Towers were vibrating. Arco’s team had paused in their
assault, forcing themselves to stabilize lest they trip and fall off the map.
The enemies were looking perturbed. But their leader wouldn’t be swayed.
“It’s nothing, just a trick,” she said, stealing their
attention back to her. “Anyway… since you’re all too chicken, I’ll do it
myself,” she said. And she aimed her Tri-Stringer once again.
And once again, Moray Towers shook. But this time it swayed,
and quaked, and rumbled.
BOOM!!
Then silence. Everybody was on edge. Everyone was paying
attention. Everyone was still. Arco wasn’t even thinking about escape, even
though it would be trivial at this point to sidle on out of there.
The booms ceased, but the sways returned as the structure
began to tilt. Arco was trying his best to remain standing, but with so little
room to maneuver he was having a hard time of it.
“Whoa, whoa!” cried their leader, skidding on her inky
platform. The consequence of having the maneuverability of her color floor meant
that she was more prone to slide when things went wrong, such as now. And when
she tripped, the rumbling sent the eyepatched Octoling over the declined edge.
She shrieked in terror before suddenly being silenced.
Both Inkling and Octoling were aghast, trotting carefully to
the balcony and looking downward… it took only a single glance for the group to
e where they wouldn’t believe their eyes.
“A~aaaahhhhhhh… mmmmhhhh!!”
That was the joyful moan uttered by the international music
Marina Ida, one half of renowned hip-hop/pop fusion group Off the Hook.
Everyone on the towers had seen them countless times whether on the net or live
in concert. But none of them – none – had ever seen Marina at hundreds
of feet tall, able to scale Moray Towers like a mere jungle gym.
As Marina sighed, the ghostly afterimage of the Octoling floated
up and out of her mouth accompanied by a burp, confirming the kids’
fears. The pop idol had eaten and swallowed her like a Deep Fried Shwaffle. And
she was coming up for seconds.
“I’m sorry, guys… I think one of my inventions…
backfired…”
Each word came with another rumble, as her lithe
fingers scaled yet another level of Moray Towers. She already looked massive
from this distance, but the thought of her reaching the apex and being a truly
unfathomable force… could the Towers even withstand the weight of a creature
that size?
Arco didn’t want to find out. The enemy was already
beginning to scatter, and he decided to follow their example. His team had yet
to truly glean what was happening, and they were still coming down to meet with
Arco, if only to figure out what all the rumbling was about.
Arco shouted in Inkling for them to “Go back! Abort! Abort!”
He lowered his weapons and flailed out a wild string of improvised hand
signals, hoping that might get the message across a bit better. All he got were
confused stares and a renewed effort on the part of his team to reunite with
their comrade, an effort that would’ve warmed Arco’s heart had he not known
such a course of action would likely lead to their subsequent devourment.
“But I can’t deny… that girl tasted pretty good…”
Arco sought refuge, but the floor was still covered in ink,
much of which was not his, and resultantly impossible to traverse. As the Octolings
fled, Arco was searching in vain for a path off the catwalk, even as his
balance nearly crumpled from fear, confusion, and the continuous shaking of the
structure, until –
“Oh? Another one…~”
Arco didn’t want to turn around. He heard a slick, sickening
shlurp that shivered up and down his. With a turn that seemed almost supernaturally
slow, Arco saw out the corner of his eye, the pop idol herself. She was
propped, her torso visible and confirming something Arco hadn’t quite caught
when he first glimpsed her. Aside from being just shy of two-hundred feet tall,
she was also nude. Her chocolatey brown skin pulsed with the beating of her
heart, and each gigantic breast was big enough to be a bouncy castle as they
hung down against her tastefully pudgy stomach and torso. Despite how dire the
situation was, Arco couldn’t help blushing. He took a step back against a wall he could
not scale, and Marina angled her sea-green eyes down at the last morsel on the
platform.
Arco sent a glance to his two o’clock – his team were close.
They now knew exactly why Arco told them not to come. But in the deadening
silence, it would be trivial for the deft radio star to hear their footsteps on
the metal grates.
Arco gulped and raised his hands up in surrender. His
frustration at being in the exact same place as he was a few minutes ago wasn’t
lost on him.
“Coming willingly? How generous of you! I haven’t
actually tried Inkling yet… are you really as savory as they say?”
And Marina let her chest fall, their gelatinous masses booming
as they spread out along the grates and railings like plump dough, almost
absorbing the creaking metal in their softness. Her hulking, pulsating tentacle
tendrils of hair spread out among the platforms as well, their suckers suckling
gently at the constructed surfaces wherever they met. Arco was completely
surrounded, whether by impassable building structures or the organic structure
that was Marina Ida. Marina scooted further and reached her arms up over Arco’s
head to drag her body up on the platform, and Arco shrank slightly from the
claustrophobic position he was being put in. From over her shoulder, Arco could
just begin to see the hill that formed Marina’s rear end make its signature swoop
shape. It was a butt that had earned enough fans when she was fully
clothed… and now, seeing it quite literally in the flesh, it filled Arco with
unimaginable dread.
Soon, Arco’s view of Marina’s butt was obscured – her face
demanded his full attention, jutting into his sphere and casting the young
Inkling in shadow. Arco loosened his grip on his blaster, and it clattered to
the ground. “Would you be willing to let me go if I tell you I’ve listened to
all your albums?”
At this, Marina giggled. Her laughs rumbled, sending dull
impact fractures into the metal scaffolding. She pulled her legs up onto the
catwalk, now looking more like a massive tunnel of inky Octoling flesh. Arco
could practically hear the tritone beating of her three hearts, each thump,
thump, thump reinforcing just how unreal it was to be face to face
with this enormous creature.
And then, as Marina opened her mouth, her breath coating
Arco in a warm haze of saliva and Shwaffles, and got closer, and closer, and
closer to Arco, saliva dripping in globules around Arco’s feet… a collection of
high-pitched whistles pierced Arco’s ears.
Marina too grimaced, disturbed from her snacking. She looked
over to her side and blinked twice upon noticing a peppered volley of blue ink
drawn in a smiley face pattern on her hip. Marina almost wouldn’t have taken
notice of the squadron of Octolings further up the ramp, reloading their
weapons before sending yet another fusillade of inkvolts.
“This is for eating our leader!”
“I don’t care if you are a superstar!”
“If we beat you, can we get free tickets to your next show?”
Far from being annoyed or, gosh forbid, concerned,
Marina let a sly smile flash across her shy visage. She removed her attention
from a very relieved Arco and sat on her haunches as she observed the arrival
of the Octolings, led by a rightly woozy eyepatched captain, clearly fazed from
her respawning. Arco squinted and realized that she must’ve been splatted from
digesting in Marina’s stomach acid… she looked well enough out of the Spawnpoint,
but that couldn’t have been a painless process.
“Everyone attack!” shouted the Octoling captain, and her
troops sent out hurtle after hurtle of indigo ink, coating much of Marina’s
body in the slimy slick substance. Yet, for her size, it did nothing but offer
a tickle. She simply waited, patient and pliant, as the Octoling team’s
reserves of ink dwindled down to scarcely a thimble, and eventually nothing at
all.
Marina was covered in paint, but she was no worse for wear.
Alternately, the Octolings were out of ammo, out of energy, and as Marina
crawled on all fours closer and closer to their Spawnpoint… they were increasingly
running out of options.
“…my turn…!”
And with a mighty thrash of her fist, Marina smashed down on the railing. In a row, each Octoling
aligned in their battle formation was squashed, bursting into an indigo
splatter along Marina’s forearm. Her other hand lunged, fast, too fast, and
grabbed more of the struggling young Octolings in her neon-tinted fingertips. She
popped them one by one in her mouth like candy, swishing them all around her
puffed-up cheeks before swallowing them whole. Marina let out another joyful exultation
as yet more ghostly spirits of the Octolings floated out from the tomb that was
her stomach.
"Arco!"
Arco turned – his
lieutenant and best friend, Kem, had rolled into the scene while Marina’s back
was turned. The popstar was unintentionally mooning half the match’s player
base, but this was the perfect moment to exercise their escape plan. From the
nigh-wrecked catwalk, Kem aimed, cocked her N-ZAP, and… fired! Her shot
splattered into a stain behind Arco’s head. With sustained fire, Kem had
created a vertical path of golden yellow. Arco nodded, and he seamlessly
shifted into his marine squid form before melding with the yellow paint and
swimming upstream like a salmon. From there it was only a few more staircases
and relatively untouched crates and obstacles before both Arco and Kem could
reconvene at the Spawnpoint, where their team was waiting nervously.
“What the heck was
that?”
“Is this some sort
of promotion for their new album or something?”
“I feel like I
would’ve heard about this on the net.”
“Marina… she’s even
prettier up close… and giant-sized.”
“Quiet!” Kem spat.
Her team stood at attention. “Okay, I’ve got no idea what that is, why Marina
is so big, or why she’s eating the enemy team. But for as long as she’s distracted
by them, we have an opportunity.”
An inkling leaning
on his roller raised his hand. “To turn the tables on the match?”
Kem shook her head.
“To get the out of here. Right, Arco?”
Arco was gazing at
the other half of Moray Towers. The Octolings were fighting an impressive
battle – some had taken advantage of the trails of ink that peppered the
sextuple-sized celebrity and were swimming up her body to reach her weak
points. Others had planted ink grenades around her bare feet and ankles,
detonating them in the hopes that doing so could disrupt her balance. But
neither of these strategies bore much fruit – Marina was still as poised as
ever, and as hellbent on stuffing as many of the respawning Octolings in her
mouth, crushing the rest beneath her feet. Even now, she seemed to be expanding
as more and more of the screaming Octo-kids were stuffed between her smacking
lips. If she seemed like a living tunnel when Arco was face to face with her,
he would’ve been more than terrified to face her now. Even as she stood to
height, the pressure her weight placed on the building’s struts and foundation
sent vibrations that nearly drove the Inklings to their knees. Though their
efforts were unexpectedly inspiring… even Arco could see that on their own, it
would be futile for the Blue team to grab victory or survival.
Crrrreeeeaaaak…!
The building
shuddered.
“Arco!”
“Wha-huh?!”
Kem slapped her own
face with her empty hand. “Were you listening? I said we have to leave! Now?
ASAP? You do know how to speak Inkling, don’t you?”
“Yeah, of course!
It’s just… well…”
Kem saw that look
in Arco’s eye. “No. You’re not going to recommend what I think you are… are
you?”
“I mean… well…”
Arco scratched behind his head.
“They are the enemy! And you want to risk our necks to help them? They almost had you
splatted!” Kem seethed.
“Yeah, of course…
but, I mean, leaving right when they need help, just doesn’t feel very
sportsmanlike. Besides, if we do, they will owe us for life.”
“But, but, but –”
“Need I remind you,
Kem, that I was voted leader?”
Kem rolled her
eyes. “It was a tie breaker. If I’d called heads, I’d be the one calling the
shots.”
“Red herring.
Anyway guys, I need every last splatbomb, torpedo, and missile aimed at her
heels. We’ve only got one shot at this, so we’re going to have to go in close.”
Another inkling
raised his hand. “How close are we talking, really? Like, because, she’s pretty
big, I’m sure I could make a shot even from here if I tried –”
“Closer!”
“NGGGHHH…! C’mon
this is, like, the fifth time you’ve eaten me! You have to be close to full by
now?!” The Octoling captain pleaded as she was plucked from the wreckage of a smashed
industrial crate. She’d managed to stay alive during the latest wave of attacks
by using the smallest of her troops as meatshields, but even someone as
slippery as her gets caught eventually. She tried to yank her arms from the
fistful grip to grab the bow on her back, but Marina’s clutches were as tight
as her eyes were pink. Which is to say, very tight and very pink.
The captain was
staring into those eyes right now, hundreds of feet above anything that could
even resemble land, and she almost seemed to shrink. Marina’s makeup gave her
an almost pouty visage, but there was no remorse to be found in her expression
today. She’d already grown large enough to practically bridge the distance
between the Blue team and the Yellow team if she laid out on her back. By now
she was practically building-sized, and each rickety creak of the wrought-iron
beams that made up the outer exoskeleton of Moray Towers was a reminder that
this structure was not created to hold up this kind of weight.
But Marina was
unconcerned with what could or couldn’t hold her up. Marina had gobbled up
dozens of collective Octolings, and the respawner only increased her appetite
knowing that their reserves were always replenishing.
“Well, I have
nothing to fear… my teammates will have regenerated by now. I know my loyal crew
are already preparing a daring plan to get me out of this mess!” The captain
smirked to her nonplussed captor. Then, nervously, she called out, “I-isn’t
that right, fellas?”
The other Octolings
had indeed respawned, but they were nowhere to be found. Unbeknownst to their
peerless leader, they were tired of being summarily stomped, chomped, and used as
meatshields. Every surviving member of the Blue team made a beeline for the
first cover they could get their hands on as soon as they skittered off the
spawner. In this decision, they had preserved their own existence for a little
while longer, and they left their captain on her own.
When no help was
forthcoming, the Octoling captain gulped.
“You know, it’s
been a while since you’ve tried eating some of the Yellow team, hasn’t it?
Don’t you feel like seeing what they taste like?”
When Marina spoke,
the captain suddenly wished she hadn’t asked her anything. “Oh, I’m sure
they taste just as delicious as the rest of you~… but I’ll get to them. I’ll
get to them all… it will be a long time until the effects of my machine wear
off, and until then… I guess Inkopolis will have to contend with being my
buffet for the time being! Now… ready to go doooooown my gullet for a sixth time?”
The captain was a
jittering mess, ears demolished after taking Marina’s mountainous monologue at
point-blank range. Marina shook her around to hopefully shake a response out of
the eyepatched young girl, but to no avail. Shrugging, Marina opened her mouth
to reveal her luscious, plush tongue once more.
“NOW!”
A whistle. A
symphony of whistles. They reached a crest, and descended violently, and even
at giant size Marina’s ears were forced to perk up. She turned, her massive
brown hips twisting as they swayed, just in time to see Arco and company launch
the last stream of projectiles. Only moments later, the sting as they made
contact with her ankles, exploding in spectacular fashion. Dozens of splatbombs
and what seemed like every last scrap of paint in their holsters, all entirely pinpointed
on Marina’s calves.
“Whoa!!”
Even with this much firepower, they still hadn’t even scratched the surface of
Marina’s nigh-blubbery skin layer. It did something far more disruptive though:
it disoriented her.
The burst disrupted
Marina’s stance, precarious enough as is at the top of a skyscraper. She
swayed, and the Octoling in her grasp had to clench her teeth to avoid hurling.
On the ground, Arco
pumped his fist and turned to his troops.
“Good work team! We
might be able to repel her yet. How many bombs do we have… guys?”
His team did not
share his enthusiasm. In fact, they were starting to turn tail and run.
“Huh? Team? Come
back!” Arco turned to Kem. “Hey, what’s up? Why are they…”
Kem’s face was in
shadow, and she was looking up in awe. Arco turned… and he gasped, as Marina’s
milky, bounteous butt was descending. Those two moons were heading straight for
them at an insatiably slow, yet unavoidable speed.
The two squids
tried to run, knowing of its futility. Marina’s rear was still as proportioned
as it was when she was normal sized, meaning it was one of the most
well-endowed parts of her body. And gravity was a cruel mistress. The two
panted, wanting to get a relative inch or two farther and out of the way,
hopeless, panting, as the sunlight around them was extinguished. They pushed,
farther, and father. Futile, until –
BRA-BOOOOM!!!!!
***
“Uggghhh…”
It was easy enough
for the blue-haired Octoling to clamber out from the giant pop star’s slack
grip. Surrounded by rubble and debris, it was hard enough to make out precisely
where she was. All she could say for sure was that Moray Towers seemed to have
been unable to take the hit and had collapsed beneath the continually-expanding
weight of Marina. Or, more specifically, her toned ass. The Blue team captain
had managed to survive somewhat in Marina’s clutches, but not without taking a
hell of a beating on the way down.
She crawled away in
a limp. “Yep, yep, I’m gonna need a medic.”
Once she had
climbed a good distance away, she looked back at Marina. Here at ground level,
she was mostly covered in rubble. Yet, the deep and throaty rumble of air
traveling through her pipes combined with the dull slosh of juices running
through her veins told her that she was more than alive. Asleep, but alive. If
she wanted to get out of this in one piece, now was the time.
And she would. But
the captain noticed something else. There, right next to Marina’s ear, was the
yellow respawner. Like everything else caught in the collapse, it was quite
worse for wear, but still appeared to be operable. But there was no sound, no
hum, no sign of electronic activity. And if that was the case, if someone
didn’t turn it on, then the squids who saved her would be unable to come back.
Ever.
The captain huffed
and turned away. No skin off her back.
Thirty seconds
later, she was trotting down the pile of rubble again, dashing to the sideways
respawner, ripping out wires, flipping switches, and cursing herself for every
tiny and insignificant noise she made that was another opportunity to wake the
sleeping giant.
“C’mon, c’mon…
yes!” Signs of life!
No sooner did the
machine hum back into functionality did it give off the telltale glow of
someone emerging from its platform. Suddenly, Arco and Kem erupted out of a
yellowish goo, sideways from the off-kilter machine, falling to the craggy
ground in a heap. The last they knew, they had been converted into paint-stains
to speckle the left and right cheeks of Marina’s buttocks respectively. How had
they managed to end up here?
The captain reached
down and extended her hand, trying her best to look aloof as usual.
“You… you saved
us?” asked Kem. “That’s real cool of you, I wasn’t expecting that!”
“Yeah well… we’re
even now, I guess,” said the captain as she pulled Arco to his feet. Kem followed
suit.
“Now we just need
to get away long enough for whatever that is that’s going through her to wear
off. And then we can –
“Wear off?”
Marina’s voice
froze the three bonding mollusks in place. And as she rose from her slumber,
the deluge of dust and debris that cascaded off her body forced them to ward
their eyes from the sting. By the time the air was clear enough to hazard a
glance, the group wished they hadn’t, as sitting above them, Marina’s face the
size of a building on its own was trained squarely on them.
“This may have
been accidental on my part… my bad… but if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s
that nothing beats the flavor of fighting calamari. My
hunger has only grown… I need… I need MORE. I need…”
Marina noticed the respawner.
And an idea formed in her big brain.
“Hey… how about
this?” And with a candid
swipe, she collected the three kids all in one hand, as well as the metal
cacophony that was the respawning machine. They screamed and struggled and
kicked and bit to be let go, all of it deflecting from Marina’s newly calloused
heart, which now existed solely to fuel her passions for devourment… and
destruction.
“Now metal has
never tasted very appealing to me… but if this works the way I think it’ll
work, it will be well worth it. Ahhhhhhhhhhh…”
Arco, Kem, and the
captain squirmed desperately, trying anything to avoid entering the cavernous
borehole through the center of Marina’s paparazzi-pleasing face. But it was all
for naught, as the kids were tossed inside her mouth, machine and all, and
swallowed whole, sent to the pit of her stomach.
It wasn’t long
before the Octoling girl to dissolve in Marina’s stomach acid, screaming curses
all the way. Arco and Kem followed suit, but they were not so lucky as to be
transported to a safe space after their splat. Rather, they regenerated on the
portal within Marina’s stomach, spilling out into the vat
of acid, and dissolving again, only to return to life and repeat the Sisyphean
process.
"Well, this
sucks," Kem said, quite annoyed, as she was once again diluted into her
component parts. “‘Save the enemy!’ you said. When we could’ve simply –
She dissolved
again.
“–ran away! Now
look at this fine mess you’ve gotten us into. How are we even –
She dissolved
again.
“–meant to get out
of this now?”
Arco, who was
trying in vain to use the machine as a life raft to keep from getting pulled
under the flow of Marina’s stomach acid, chafed in response. “Well, look on the
bright side. With us in here, there’s no way she’s getting hungrier.
***
Marina was getting
hungrier.
The source of food
in her belly was functionally infinite, and this fueled her growth. However,
infinite it may be, they were still merely crumbs. And one could not fill up on
crumbs. No, she wanted more. She needed
more.
Marina got to her
knees… she scanned the ground for survivors.
The Octoling
captain had clambered out of her own respawning machine, thanking her lucky
stars it had survived the fall. She had done her good deed tally for the day
and was ready to make a break for it when Marina’s eyes landed on her, and she
once again froze under their petrifying gaze. “Well, I’m sure you can’t… still
be… ACH!!”
Marina was no
longer showy. She was now flippant, and she flippantly grabbed the Octoling and
her respawner, putting them both in her mouth before swallowing the lot.
Yes… that was a
little better. Each regeneration brought with her a few feet of height. She was
slowly growing, emerging out of the rubble, out of the dust. Police cruisers
and helicopters were now beginning to observe her emergence as the sitting pop
star hit the rough altitude of what was once Moray Towers’ catwalk. She was
taller than most buildings in Inkopolis now… and she was just getting started.
Marina got to her
feet. Each one was easily more than enough to fill both lanes of the roads
parallel, and the security personnel at ground level had to contend firsthand
as so many of them were extinguished between steps. Marina rose, her eyes now
finally surveying the city she’d come to love after so many years. But it
wasn’t with any warmth, no affection, not even indifference. For these
citizens, indifference might’ve been preferable to what would come next.
Hunger.
Marina drooled. Her
stomach was getting emptier even as her size was getting larger. She increased,
more and more, never enough. But here, in each building, each structure that
was slowly becoming scarcely tall enough to reach her collarbone, there were
enough calories to feed her lustful growth… for the moment.
Marina looked into
the eyes of the skyscraper. Various working squids and Octolings and looked
back, every single one of them holding their breath.
Marina did not see
people, or even squids, through the windows. She couldn’t – her husky breaths
were already applying a damp mist upon the glass. That made it even easier for
the dark-skinned vocalist to dissociate herself from the entities she was
witnessing. They were no longer her brothers and sisters in squid-kind. No.
Now, they would be sustenance, and they’d fuel her growth into the stratosphere
if that was what it took to satisfy her.
Marina crouched,
and she planted her green-tinged fingers about the base of the skyscraper. She
grunted as her toned legs flexed on their haunches, but soon the shrieking sheer
of metal and grass ripped from cement sliced through the air. She’d torn the
building straight from its foundations, holding it in her hands like one might
hold a palm tree, struggling to balance it upright. Within the building,
nothing but chaos as every glossy-skinned occupant was rushing to and fro,
wondering what would become of them? What plans did this pop star have for
them? Would there be any escape?
Escape would not be
found. The skyscraper was big, true, but Marina too was getting bigger with each
passing moment. And the moment had just about arrived that she could barely, just barely, stuff the square-bottomed base of the skyscraper into her
mouth.
So, she did. It
hurt, for a moment, as Marina stretched out her plump cheeks wide enough to
encompass the base, compressing the outer walls with her moist, spongey inner
cheeks. Those squids on the inside, right after fangirling at being in the
presence of the biggest musical sensation of their generation, belted out in
terror as Marina’s slow, sensual suck of the skyscraper bore down on them, her
saliva leaking through the crevices of the building and invading the living
space with the deeply personal scent of her breath. Until the pressure caused
the ground to crumble and the walls to break, and those tenants fell out and
into Marina’s expanding mouth, down into her gullet, crashing into the
digestive ocean that made up her belly’s interior.
A respawning Arco
had to dive out of the way to avoid being sent under from the huge chunks of
glass that followed, screaming squids holding onto them for dear life even as
it all turned out to be for naught. Kem felt her heart drop in despair as she
felt the rubbery, stretchy noise of Marina’s growth come back with renewed
vigor.
On the outside, the
skyscraper was already becoming a far more manageable size, and Marina was
content to chomp down on it more and more. She’d even gotten used to the taste
of metal and building material! Enough at least to suffer through it so she
could get to that sweet, sweet taste of flesh and ink that made up those
juicy morsels she once knew as her friends, neighbors, and fans. All down to
her gullet, all to fuel her expansion, nothing more than food to be ingested
and broken down to build her up to the next level of her growth. Nothing, left,
more, more!
Marina’s crouched
haunches slackened, and her butt was once again rearing to sit down. This time,
however, it was higher than most of the mid-sized buildings that existed in Inkopolis
and was girthy enough to populate the capacity of a football stadium. Neighborhoods,
city blocks, and boroughs watched in unified despair and lust as Marina’s derriere
prepared to fall once more, twin moons with the power to destroy cities. That
Arco and Kem had ever believed they could outrun something of this magnitude
would’ve been laughable had these citizens only knew. There was no outrunning
something with that much mass, that much flesh, that much giggling nonchalance
behind it.
SMMMMMAAAAAAAAAASH…!!!
The shockwave that
permeated Inkopolis leveled much of it. Ironically, the skyscraper still in
Marina’s hands… or what was left of it anyway … avoided the brunt of the blow
by virtue of being aboveground. This was likely cold comfort however
considering Marina was more than halfway through eating the structure’s metal
husk. Her butt meanwhile had quite literally flattened everything directly
beneath it into a smooth, moist, brown-tinted mush. Inklings of all colors and
creeds smushed together to become one underneath, even speckling her ass for
good measure as a fashion statement.
“Oh… that felt
incredible! Amazing!!” It was one thing to buttcrush a few running gnats completely
on accident. Doing it on purpose? Marina could get used to that feeling. She
took a hand off the skyscraper (now more than manageable one-handed) and guided
it to the rim of her buttcrack, sliding between to feel the sticky sediment and
debris that had lodged itself in the valley.
After that
inspection, she SMACKED her right buttcheek.
The reverberations
were a cruel insult, shattering any unbroken glass structures that had made it
out of the first crush triumphantly unscathed. Even something as innocuous as
giving herself a congratulatory butt-smack made her rear into a weapon more
powerful than any splat grenade, any paint gun… heck, a nuclear bomb didn’t
have the force that her butt had just so casually put out on a whim.
Locking her knees,
Marina was just in the top quarter of the skyscraper now – her growth had made
the tapering apex of the structure look more like a banana in her hands than
the once mighty structure that dared rival her in height. She chuckled at its
diminutive size… then she began to slllllllliiiiiiide
her ass across the ground. She
pulled herself forward, pushed herself back, crab-slid from side to side, all
the while turning her own rear into a press, a bulldozer, a wrecking ball, a
mountain of destruction that would absorb everything it touched beneath the
silky-smooth texture of its mass. It had grown incrementally-bigger by this
point, but despite the changes being minor, the effect was anything but.
Marina’s combined asscheeks were larger at this point than almost any
squid-made structure in Inkopolis, and their relentless crushing of everything
not tied down was filling Marina was an undivided bliss that made her
absolutely giddy.
“This is
soooooooooo gooooooood…!!!”
Marina didn’t know
how to explain it. She didn’t know how to explain anything anymore… but she
felt that this had left the realm of hunger. Even as the twin teleporters
continued to make her grow at ever smaller and smaller intervals, Marina
realized that as her butt caused a swath of unstoppable carnage, as her hands
and fingers dug hundreds of feet deep into the planet’s crust to anchor her
weight, as her breasts flopped and slapped against one another and her own skin
to create deafening shockwaves, as Marina continued to munch and digest the
squids and Octolings that called Inkopolis home… Marina realized it was no
longer about hunger. Perhaps it was never about hunger. Perhaps the scientific
accident that caused her to balloon to the size of a house was never an
accident. Perhaps, it was a true blessing. Something for Marina to realize the
form she’d always meant to occupy.
Even as Marina came
to this realization, her body was already doing the work for her. Specifically,
situated between her massive, city-dominating thighs, she could feel the
splurge of thick and milky liquid that was flooding the ruined husks of
buildings that any survivors had done their best to seek refuge within. The
house-sized raindrops that saturated their haunts were in actuality Marina’s viscous,
juicy discharge. Marina felt in love with herself, in love with the power she
now held, and subsequently more in love with herself. It was a cycle that
continued even as she lazily scooped up ever more of the city scape to toss
into her mouth, growing more, more, until even laying down the curve of her
thighs absolutely dominated whatever there was that still existed in the ruins
of Inkopolis. The cities demolished, towns, destroyed, lives ended, all would
be Marina, more. From here, until forever more.
***
Meanwhile, inside of a
giant pop-star’s absolutely cavernous stomach:
Kem sighed. “Yeah,
you know what, fine, I’ll admit. Running away probably would not have helped.”
“Finally!” Arco screamed, dissolving into acid before reforming once more. “Now you agree with me. So, you finally think it was a good idea to try to
save the Blue team?”
From another
quickly-disintegrating piece of driftglass, the blue-haired Octoling captain
scoffed. “Can you two leave me out of this? I can’t… huh?” She looked out
across the sea.
A chunk of
skyscraper that now semi-functioned as a raft was drifting the pair’s way. One
suited red-tentacled Inkling woman called out and asked, “Hi! Um, just curious,
you wouldn’t be opposed to letting us upload our signatures into one of those
respawners would you? I mean, if we’re going to be spending the rest of our
lives down here and all I don’t see any reason to not try to reform a
fully-functional society in the dregs of the stomach of the most beautiful
woman on the planet.”
Arco’s face was
twisted in thought as he weighed his options. Until finally, he shrugged. “Sure
thing! By all means! Oh, but you realize if you respawn you’ll probably just
make her bigger and further the potential destruction of all life on the
outside, right?”
“And I should care
about that in here because…” asked the office lady.
“Fair point.”