-Originally, this was just one chapter long because I was upset over how few pairings of Sponge x Pearl there were, but it ended up being more fun to create than I thought. There's gonna be lemons in the next chapter, so be warned I guess?
Chapter 1: A whale of a tale
When the purple house conch rang, the little yellow sponge knew something was up. He wasn't expecting any other calls today aside from his good buddy Patrick, who probably dozed off and forgot about their plans in the afternoon all together. But the coarse and rough voice on the other line tells him exactly whose ringing.
'Mr. Krabs, calling him on the weekend? On his one Sunday off in forever? This can't be good.' The plucky fry cook thinks.
"Ahoy there boyo!" The enthusiastic crustacean greets. "Say, ye didn't have any plans today now did ye?"
"Well actually Mr. K, me and Pat were gonna-"
"What's that ye say, yer not busy? Great! So how's about coming on down here and lending an old sailor a hand eh?" Mr. Krabs rudely interjects.
"But sir, it's my day off and I figured that-"
"You'll be here in five minutes ye say? Yer really working for that promotion now aren'tcha me boyo! Now don't be late, or yer fired!"
"Yes, sir..."
The conch call ends and a sigh escapes from the little sponge. Having already showered and prepped himself for his canceled trip to jellyfish fields, SpongeBob decides to head out immediately. He bids his diffident snail Gary goodbye and shuts the door to his pineapple home. Dressed in his usual attire of black shoes, white collared shirt with red tie and brown pants held up by belt, the young bikini bottom dweller breaks into his signature run.
He passes his green cephalopod neighbor tending to some petunias in his garden and gives one of his loud ritualistic salutations. Squidward is less than impressed and brushes off his kind gesture with a contemptuous groan. SpongeBob laughs as per the usual exchange of dialogue between them and walks gayly near his best friend's domain. He pauses to yell for the pink star but gets no answer. Going with his hunch that Patrick actually did forget, the disappointed adolescent leaves.
He eventually arrives to his destination and steps into the shadow of the colossal anchor that is his employer's home. A knock on the door is followed by the unmistakable pitter patter of the crimson shellfish's feet. The wooden door creaks open for SpongeBob to smile nervously at the toothy grin of his squiggle nosed boss.
"Bout time ye got here boyo, I was starting to think ye had fergotten. Well c'mon then, let's get to it."
The little yellow fry cook enters and asks "So what did you have in mind Mr. K? You wanna paint the house again?"
"Wha- no, no, no, not that, I've got something better in store for ye."
He leads his employee beyond the living room and to the set of stairs leading below. The stingy crab tells him that he needs help making some space in his crowded basement. At first, Eugene tried hauling his horded treasures on his own. But then he thought to himself, why do it all alone when he's got an eager lad like him to do all the heavy lifting.
"I guess it's finally time for that spring cleaning huh?" The little yellow fellow says with a timid laugh.
"If only it were that simple..."
The young sea sponge is in a corner now, hoisting a heavy carboard box and all its contents. "Whaddya mean Mr. K?"
"Ye see, I'm not doing this all just for me own sake."
"Huh, then who's it for?"
A door upstairs slams as heavy, creaking footsteps thunder towards the staircase. Each step taken puts tremendous strain on the wooden planks proceeding below into the basement. The little sponge has an idea of who it might be and quakes a bit in his shoes. His blue eyes spot the massive figure coming down and around the staircase and he feels his heartbeat quicken. Walking up to her father, is the daunting and hulking grey form of his daughter and only child, Pearl.
The massive cetacean almost reaches a menacing 8-feet high, easily making her one of the tallest inhabitants of Bikini Bottom. Her monumental body bulges from her ill-fitting gym apparel. It looks like she's gained some weight since the last time he saw her because all that extra blubber went right to her breasts, thighs and titanic glutes. Her meaty melons threaten to spill out from her pink sports bra, creating a bursting buffet of cleavage. Going lower to her pudgy belly, he ogles her enormous hips and fat jiggling rear that pushes her small rosy spats to their limit. Her butt is so round and expansive from her curving back, that it sticks out like a bookshelf.
She twists to her side while speaking to her father, giving the young lad an even better view of those lady bumps as they flow around her voluptuous physique. She then spies the little yellow guy from the corner of her eye and dismisses Eugene with a wave of her hand. Her impending approach is truly nerve racking as SpongeBob's casual act fails and he ends up spilling all the contents of the box he was carrying.
"Hey there Sponge, long time no see." The air-breather says, leaning forward to let her huge tits bounce before his eyes.
"Hiya, Pearl! W-what are you doing here?"
"Uh, I live here, duh?" She looks around the still messy and cluttered basement before turning back to him. "And what brings you here, Sponge?"
"I w-was just helping y-your dad, um, spruce up the place, yeah!"
"Figures he'd find some poor sucker to help him out." The large whale remarks snobbishly.
"It's not all bad, I like to help out a-anyway I can." He bashfully replies.
"Aw, isn't that sweet. Do a good job for me, m'kay?"
She rests a flipper on his flat, yellow head and caresses him till his face is flushed red. Pearl tells him not to work too hard, and stomps back upstairs. The young invertebrate's eyes never leave those swinging hips as they carry her rotund, wobbling cheeks out of sight. He quickly recovers the box to hide the swelling in his groin. His mind struggles to remove that image of her fat, lewd ass spilling from those tight spats, but that's easier said than done.
The remainder of his Sunday afternoon is spent lugging boxes, old furniture, family heirlooms and some more of Mr. Krabs' Navy memorabilia. In all that heavy hauling, he feels a special connection was established between him and his scarlet shelled boss. Eugene must feel it too as he tells the sweat stained young sponge to head up to the kitchen and fetch a six-pack from the fridge. Giddy at the prospect of spending quality time with the old veteran, he carries himself without showing sign of a hard day's work.
He grabs the pack of man's brew from the fridge, but doesn't return to the big-clawed crab just yet. Pearl's door is slightly ajar and the allure of a small peek inside is too strong to resist. The tip-toeing sponge crouches silently in front of the crack and gazes into her room. Hot pink coats every wall and lines the rug flooring, which that plump and giant booty of hers is currently seated. She appears to be in mid-exercise and has worked up a bigger sweat than either the little voyeur or her father.
This makes sense to him as Eugene explained during their tiresome laboring that he wanted to make space for his daughter to have her own at home gym. The reason for this is due to her affinity for small and less than modest outfits, especially when going out for a jog. He knows his little girl isn't so little anymore and her curvy assets draw more wandering eyes than he would like. Pearl thinks otherwise and enjoys the lustful stares her plumpness draws, much to the ire of old man Krabs. That is partially the motive behind him asking (or coercing) the young sponge into assisting him instead of getting someone more able-bodied. Eugene believes his chubby tease of a daughter has nothing to fear from such a harmless and gentle guy like SpongeBob.
But you see, the young sponge has a weakness for big butts, and can't deny that Pearl's is the fattest and roundest he's ever seen. He eyeballs that couple hundred pounds of female flesh stretching on a workout matt like a succulent platter of extra-large triple layered Krabby deluxe patties. Pearl is positioned on her hips, raising and lower her right leg. The outline of her meaty vulva showing with every upward motion of her huge thigh, pressing against the elastic material of her tight spats.
SpongeBob's brown pants start pitching a tent as her soft exhales and sweat slick skin sends more blood rushing south. Pearl starts to roll on her other side, compressing her thunderous legs and big caboose in her sluggish movements. He wants to see more, but knows Mr. Krabs is waiting for him back in the basement. Now there's no way can he forget about that ginormous booty.
Back with Mr. Krabs, the old shellfish gets caught up in one of his old stories from his Navy days and ends up almost drinking all the beer on his own. SpongeBob is impressed at Eugene's aptitude for staying sober and tosses some more idle banter with the aging veteran. The topic of discussion takes an unexpected turn when Mr. Krabs decides to bring his big princess into the scene.
SpongeBob is worried at first that maybe he did something to offend the large cetacean, but the old crab tells him it's nothing like that. He says that Pearl is at the age where she's taking an interest in boys and the concerned father has turned away more than several suitors already. Mr. Krabs isn't blind, he understands his daughter is more well developed than most girls her age. Apparently, the boys in her high school see Pearl as some exotic prize to be won. It's bad enough she's become such a ripe fruit for the pickings, but there aren't any other sperm whales in Bikini Bottom to begin with.
"I don't understand Mr. K, whaddya trying to say?"
The old sailor takes another sip from his last can and lets out a heavy sigh. "Look boyo, I don't like the idea of me little Pearl getting taken away from me one day, but it's gonna happen eventually."
"Ok? And why are you telling me this?"
"Ye can be pretty dense sometimes, ye know that SpongeBob? What I'm getting at is, I want ye to date me daughter."
"Wh-wh-what?" SpongeBob shouts, a distant thud from upstairs goes ignored by the two.
"Now don't you go acting innocent boyo, I saw the way ye was staring at her earlier. Or perhaps I made a mistake? Maybe yer making fun of me little Pearly cuz she's so huge! So which is it? Ye likes her or are ye not man enough to handle her? Eh? Well, speak up SpongeBob! I'm waiting!"
The small sponge sinks into the cozy vinyl chair and stutters a flimsy and incoherent response that vexes the old crab further. But before the young lad can be goaded into supplying a possibly false answer, an aggravated bellow comes from the stairs. Both SquarePants and Krabs are caught off guard at the abrupt intrusion of said whale girl thundering towards them. She stands in front of the timid sponge and frowns back at her dad.
"Stop trying force him to say something he doesn't mean, daddy!"
"But Pearly, I was just-"
She stamps her foot to silence him. "And I thought I told you to stay out of my personal life! I can choose whoever I want!"
SpongeBob gets no say in the matter as Pearl grabs his wrist and drags the little guy out the basement with her. Despite her unbelievable strength, she doesn't hurt his hand and releases the lad once they're at the anchor-house's front door. She tells the yellow invertebrate that it would be best if he left. SpongeBob feels guilty for some inexplicable reason and apologizes without really knowing why.
"Huh? Oh! It's alright Sponge, you didn't do anything wrong. I was just a little upset with daddy back there, not you." She reassures him with a smile forming below her square head. "But I really think you should leave now, it's getting late."
"Y-yeah, I guess you're right." The lad says while halfway out the door.
"Hey Sponge?"
"Huh?"
"Um, I won't tell daddy, but if you had to answer his question…" The colossal teenager asks while looking at the floorboards. "I mean it's fine if you don't wanna tell me, I won't force you."
There's a short pause from the rigid sponge, his face fills with determination as his hands ball up into fists. "And if I said yes? Could I t-take you out next weekend?"
"You mean like a date, right?"
"… yeah."
Pearl blushes, nodding slowly but surely. They agree on a time and a place that suits them both. The two then tell each other a very awkward goodnight before the door shuts behind SpongeBob. He can barely contain the amount of excitement stirring inside him and races home.
The young man enters his humble abode, waking his pet snail from his nap with his arrival. He tries to tell Gary of the good news, but the fatigued mollusk just hides in his shell and puts up a "do not disturb sign". SpongeBob laughs and heads up to his bedroom for the night. He hops in, sets his noisy alarm and tries to get some shuteye. That night, the young fry cook barely gets any sleep, tossing and turning at the anticipation of that not-so-far away date.
The following week carries on for what feels like an eternity. Next Sunday felt so close yet so painfully far. Nothing bothered him for the next seven days, not Squidward's comments, not unruly customer's like Bubble-Bass, or even a late-night haunting from the Flying Dutchman himself. Mr. Krabs did call him in on Monday to apologize for the way he acted and hoped he and the lad were still on good terms. SpongeBob told him he bore no ill-will against the protective father, but avoided telling him of his meeting with Pearl. His gut told him that he should hold off on that bit of information.
That fateful day finally arrived with SpongeBob jumping out of bed after getting only a few hours of rest. He dressed himself in his best pair of his identical outfits, and nearly races out his pineapple without showering or even brushing his teeth.
Once he's prepped and ready, he travels to jellyfish-fields as the pre-designated area where they'll meet up. It's particularly hot on this day, as summer is just starting to take hold over Bikini Bottom. Though he has nothing to worry about as his absorbent body takes care of any perspiration, the same can't be said for Pearl. He waves to the massive whale girl sitting (or breaking?) on a bench overlooking the vast green fields of the public park. She's all gussied up in her typical pink cheer-leader outfit which isn't holding up well against her enormous figure.
The "P" initial on her top is distorted from being stretched out by her huge breasts straining the fabric. Her pink skirt does a poor job at covering her seated rear and thus, her chubby sea-camel fin shows when she parts those thick thighs. Her rosy panties are striped and appear to be struggling to contain all that plump flesh. SpongeBob shakes his square noggin, dispelling his indecent thoughts and staring at her pristine white boots instead.
"Sponge, finally!" Pearl groans while wobbling over to him and grabbing his hand. She leads him, this time by the hand. "Gosh, I thought you'd never show up! It's so damn hot today!"
"Y-yeah I noticed." Sponge replies, ogling the sweat from her neck dripping between the divide of her mammaries.
"Ah! Sponge! What are you staring at? Don't get all weird on me! We're just going to see a movie and that's it, understand?"
"Yes ma'am!" The lad formally replies.
They arrive at the theater after a short walk and purchase their tickets when Pearl suddenly stops him. She puts a flipper on her hip and points to the food-stand. Now SpongeBob knows a movie's no good without some popcorn to munch on, but the poor lad's wallet goes broke trying to afford nearly every item on the menu. He carries the pile of snacks behind Pearl who only burdens herself with a measly large cup of soda.
They find their seats, which the lad is flabbergasted that his girl managed to fit all that whale booty into such a tight spot. He takes his seat next to her and passes all the junk food over to Pearl whose tummy is already rumbling. Sponge is confused when he receives a sour look from his date and asks if he did something wrong. She motions with a snap of head to the movable armrest between them. The little Sponge catches on quick and pulls the barrier up and outta the way.
"Ahem!" She clears her throat, raising a brow at him. "Sponge, have you ever been on a date before or what?"
"N-no, I haven't…" He murmurs softly as the advertisements come to an end and the lights dim.
"Oh? Well you're supposed to put your arm around my waist and make me feel safe. This is the scariest movie of the summer after all."
She leans forward to let him grab her, but not surprisingly he doesn't even reach the other side of her rather slim waist. Pleased by his attempt, Pearl drapes right arm on his flat head to use like the armrest she just complained about. Needless to say, being squished up next to her isn't all bad he thinks. Her bra busting boobage presses on the left side of his face while her thick ass cheek and meaty thigh mold around his own square body. The sensation is heavenly, and the little sponge would have turned solid had he not seen the title screen of the film and remembered he's terrible with horror movies. Pearl did say it was scary, but how bad could "The Call of Cthulu" really be anyway?
Two hours later, SpongeBob is burying himself in Pearl's side with one curious eye ball braving every few seconds of gory madness from the film. As for his voluptuous date, she's busy downing the last buttery kernels from the jumbo bucket of popcorn. She tried offering him some earlier, but the part where the fish-folk of Innsmouth started putting everybody on meat hooks for gutting and skinning, the shivering sponge lost all appetite.
Pearl would normally rag on her friends or anybody else for being such a scaredy snail, but not SpongeBob. The way he clings to her, how his other hand sinks into her pudgy belly and grips it so possessively, she likes the attention.
She whispers "Hey Sponge, it's almost over. Look, they defeated the evil, what's-his-face! Uh, cocka-tulu?"
"Really?" He looks up to see the cosmic deity sucking the soul from each of the humans and dropping their empty husks like withered candy wrappers. Absolutely frightened, SpongeBob leaps into Pearl's lap and embraces her tighter than before.
His terrified, sapphire peepers stare up from her immense bust and makes her chest thump faster. He sniffles, saying sorry for grabbing her so abruptly. A stifled gasp comes from her huge hooters as SpongeBob is smothered deeper into them. She keeps him snuggled firmly on her chest with one flipper gently stroking his back. His efforts to speak are muffled in her absurdly large bosom as Pearl takes a quick sip from their shared soda. She gazes at his trembling form that's now filled with confusion and decides to ease her little guy's nerves.
"I know you're new to this Sponge, but you're the one whose supposed to make me feel safe. Not the other way around silly."
He closes his eyes in shame, to prevent himself from leering at her bountiful bust.
"You're really pushing your luck by the way, second base on the first date is a big no-no with me. But since you're such a cutie, I'll make an exception."
SpongeBob spends the last half-hour of the horror flick cuddling on the tall whale girl's lap like a child. There's no denying that he's lost some manly points. But if sacrificing his masculinity gets him thirty-minutes with those supersized titties, then it's not a complete loss.
When the movie does end, SpongeBob gets the hint and hops off her warm, plump body. Her dried sweat strengthens her natural feminine odor, it lingers on him long after they separate. Pearl also seems uneasy as they exit the theater. She says to him that maybe they should call it a day, but the yellow sponge has no intentions of ending their date so soon. He takes a chance and steals her flipper in his palm; his resolute gaze hits her astonished expression.
"Pearl, don't go! I know I shouldn't have taken advantage of your kindness like that, and I can't just let you go home looking all bummed out. Let me make it up to you, please?"
She looks at her flipper being grasped firmly in his hand and then to him. "How?"
"You'll see."
He takes her back to jellyfish fields as the sun has begun drifting into the horizon and the water delivers the cool breeze of the encroaching dusk. Pearl complains that it's getting late and Mr. Krabs might start getting suspicious. SpongeBob just tells her it'll be all right and urges her on.
They come to a hill overlooking most of the park and coral formations surrounding the untamed land. He has Pearl sit as he takes the spot right next to her, wrapping a hand around her waist with more confidence than back at the theater.
"I thought you said you weren't gonna try anymore funny business?"
"But I need to make sure you're safe, it's dangerous here near sunset." He fibs to her.
"Oh really?" She questions, giving him a pensive look. "And how exactly is it dangerous here? In jellyfish fields?"
"You, uh, m-might get stung! Yeah that's it!"
"Awww Sponge, don't tell me we're just hear to watch the sunset. That's so lame... and corny... wow."
The flaring yellow star simmers red as it leaves a pink and purple streak in the flower clouds above. It disappears below the distant fields, appearing as if it landed on the Earth and could be found waiting for morning a short trek away. SpongeBob sees the effect of this scenic view on his date and hits her with his romantic wit.
"You know, It's almost as b-beautiful as you."
"…"
"Uh, Pearl?"
She falls onto the grass in a fit of laughter. "Seriously? Oh Neptune! I can't believe you actually said that! Now that's lame! Ha-ha-ha!"
"Gee, thanks for laughing in my face. I guess I can walk you hom- Ah! What are you-"
The young lad is incapable of speaking another word as he finds himself atop the whale girl and deep into her soft lips. Never having even kissed a girl on the cheek before, he clumsily presses his mouth against hers. Pearl doesn't seem to mind his inept skill and just guides him with her invading tongue. He's not sure why, but sucking on her wet and slimy appendage feels nice. He likes the way she overlaps his own pink tongue and swaps her sweet spit into his mouth.
Pearl tastes so good! His thoughts grow cloudy with his swelling crotch bulge. And though the position of their interlocked mouths is strange due to her big square head, SpongeBob is still able to mash his lips into her maw without fuss. He loses himself to his desire for a few minutes and returns to reality upon feeling Pearl's right fin weakly pushing on his chest. His lips leave her own with just a few threads of saliva connecting them still. The little Sponge is horrified at what he sees. His right hand pins her left flipper to the ground while his other hand sinks into her one of her massive chest globes. He takes one look at the uncertainty in her aqua blue eyes and jumps off her to land face down in the grass.
"Pearl are you okay? I s-swear I didn't mean to hurt you! I'm so, so, so sorry!" The little guy grovels on his knees while bowing before her.
"Whoa, relax there Sponge! You weren't hurting me. I was just nervous because of how fast things were moving." Pearl admits while fixing her shirt.
"Really?"
"Yeah, I don't let just anybody kiss me on the first date, let alone cop a feel you little perv!"
"Sorry!"
"It's okay though, because today I had fun with my new boyfriend." The chubby teenager says with a smile and pat on his flat noggin.
"B-Boyfriend? Me?"
"Duh, Obviously! Now be a good boyfriend and walk me home. Daddy's gonna be upset if I'm not back before eight."
"S-sure!" The eager lad stumbles forward in an attempt to hold her flipper. He ends up grabbing her flared hips for support and is in absolute awe of how his fingers dig into that soft blubber.
What SpongeBob doesn't realize is, due to his meager height of 4 and a half feet tall, his long, erect nose jabs into her squishy mound. The last fish that was this bold got his face rearranged, but SpongeBob's innocent and apologetic, sea-pup eyes make her hesitate. She shoves him back and threatens to test the regenerative properties of his limbs if he tries that again.
They start walking in silence, but Pearl knows her little guy isn't that kind of horny sea-dog and takes his hand for herself. His small stature proves problematic again as her swinging gait has her plump thighs bumping him with every step. SpongeBob begins to truly feel his diminutive sense of scale in comparison to her gargantuan curves and is somewhat relieved not many fish are out this late. The couple soon returns to the Krabs residence and pauses right at the front.
The little sponge is ignorant to her subtle hints, her puckering lips and flirtatious bat of her eyelashes. It all goes right over his pure, four-sided head. He simply wishes Pearl goodnight with that goofy smile he's always wearing. SpongeBob manages to take one foot off her doorstep before he's ripped off the ground. A muffled whimper is barely audible as the small sponge is compressed between Pearl's arms and her bra-busting boobage. The warmth of her chest and fruity fragrance of her womanly aroma, it turns his limbs into noodles. His dreamy eyes look up just in time to see her thick, crimson lips. They press onto his forehead, wet but incredibly soft. She leaves her mark and stares into his distant gaze. His arms suddenly wrap around her bountiful figure, hands kneading her generous sides.
"Ooh! Why don't you try a little lower?"
Coming out of his titty induced stupor, he stops his hands right at the exposed dimples above her titanic backside. He struggles in her grasp to give Pearl the message and she lets him down gently.
"No! I'm not th-that kind of sponge…"
"I was only teasing, no need to get all worked up, Sponge." Pearl says, unlocking her door and stepping halfway inside. "Maybe next time I'll let you have a peek?"
"Pearl?"
"Text meeeee!"
She shuts the door and her thundering footsteps fade into her home. The lad is left to his own devices, mulling over the day's events. He didn't seek out Pearl because of what Mr. Krabs said, but rather on his own accord. If that's the case, then why does he feel so uncertain about his newly formed relationship with her? Is it because she's the first girl he's ever called his own? Or perhaps something on a more basic level? Her size for starters, it's intimidating to say the least.
He ashamed to admit it, but throughout their entire date, his eyes kept lingering to her most prominent physical attributes. Those fat jugs pushing against the thin fabric of her shirt, the outline of her bra clearly visible. Her taut belly, though not by any means grotesquely game breaking, appears to have a healthy jiggle and weight to it. But these assets pale in comparison to the meat of her thighs and butt. Pearl's body looks like an uneven hourglass, her legs could snap a fish's spine from sheer weight alone. Her big caboose, well that thing's downright deadly! She probably has that weapon registered with a license to crush.
As the young sponge walked home, he checks his shellphone. Texting her now would be nice, but he doesn't want to come off as too clingy on the first date. Then again, would she be expecting a late-night conversation, or would she have turned in early already? Relationships are strange, thinks the lad.
He reaches his pineapple domain and jumps right into bed. His pet snail meowing to get his attention. And after refilling his mollusk's food bowl, the yellow fry cook rolls around in his covers. His aching loins keep him from sweet, blissful slumber. That night, his addled mind is filled with much tossing and turning, images of Pearl and her sinful body run rampant in his dreams.
Endnote: Not gonna lie, I'm a huge fan of Dingoringo30 as if you couldn't tell from the huge similarities in my trash pic.
