- What have I unleashed? Dear Neptune, help us all...

Chapter 2: Extra blubber

Wednesday

It's the odd hour of the day at the Krusty Krab, neither lunch nor dinner, but something in between. Customers are sparse and few, the dining room is packed meagerly. New comers seem to arrive in intervals set too far apart from one another. The Krusty crew is especially bored.

Squidward has taken it upon himself to read his trendy magazines that SpongeBob can't seem to comprehend their appeal. The young fry cook passes the time organizing his work environment and making sure everything is in tip-top shape. As for old man Krabs, the stingy crustacean groans through a stack of monthly bills, no easier than the last and no less painful. The day seemed utterly uneventful until SpongeBob heard the stuck-up voice of his girlfriend. He stands on his tip-toes to peek through the kitchen window near the stove and catches a glimpse of his goddess.

Pearl is surrounded by her usual flock, all blabbering about things a lad like him could care less about. His attention is locked solely on the massive cetacean and her smug grin. Her azure eyes dart towards him for a brief moment and she waves a flipper. He feels the need to hide and return to his work, but there isn't much work to be done when the restaurant's not busy now is there?

The floorboards creak with the heavy thud of her approaching form. What in the world is Pearl thinking, he wonders. A door to Krabs' office is just a few feet away to the right of the stove and her presence is impossible to ignore. He's certain all the patrons were made aware when she stomped in, if not then they certainly would have once they got a look at her overdeveloped body. He immediately goes to flipping patties for imaginary customers that haven't order as Pearl emerges in the corner of his eye.

"Sponge! Guess who!"

"Pearl, I told you not to come back here! Your Dad could c-come in at any moment." The lad sheepishly replies, focused on whipping up some mouthwatering Krabby Patties.

"So what? It's not like we're doing anything wrong?" She shoots back with a pout.

"I know that! But it's better safe than sorry."

"Oh alright you little guppy, I'll go if it bothers you so much."

But SpongeBob really doesn't want Pearl to leave and decides to weighs his options as she heads for the door. On the one hand, he could indulge her for just a minute longer. Although on the other hand, her father could burst in and question their strangely intimate dispositions towards one another. He's seen what Krabs has done to Pearl's previous boyfriends in the past who over stepped the strict boundaries he laid down. And to be fair, eye-level above the neck coupled with no physical contact whatsoever wouldn't exactly be easy for someone romantically dating a voluptuous whale girl like her. The young lad says barnacles to it all and rushes Pearl before she can exit.

He takes her flipper and leads her back. Before the tall blonde-haired beauty can react, her little man embraces those thick thighs of hers. A bit too enthusiastically she might add, as whether intentional or not, her pink skirt is hiked up and draped on his flat head. The sponge takes one whiff and opens his eyes to see her cherry colored panties. The fabric's damp and sticky with a pungent stench emanating from her groin. The smell is so strong that it has him stunned, his own crotch fills with vigor.

The moment is abrupt as two familiar grey flippers hoist him up effortlessly. He's brought to Pearl's blushing scowl. She speaks like a hungry predator eyeing its prey.

"You saw, didn't you?"

"It w-was accident Pearl, honest! I was just trying t-to stop you from leaving!" He whimpers.

"You stupid, cute little Sponge! Come're!"

She smashes his thin mouth into her fat kisser, basically shoving her tongue down his throat. He curls his arms on his torso and crosses his legs over his throbbing bulge. Pearl's lips are even sweeter than he remembered, her big tongue wrestling his own small appendage makes his erection jump all over the place. They smooch at an angle beneath her large head as the lad can't stop his boner from poking her meaty melons. Their lips separate with a messy web of spit joining them, to which Pearl rolls her tongue around to wipe herself clean. She moves near his ear and whispers.

"Don't get the wrong idea Sponge, but I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since our date."

"M-me neither! I want you- I mean I wanna spend time with-" She shuts him up with another nasty smooch.

"I want you too, and I'm can't wait anymore! Let's go to my house."

"N-now? I can't. I don't g-get off till eleven." The panting lad stammers.

"Oh don't you worry about that, I'll make sure you get off early tonight."

Something about that statement makes his whole-body shiver in more ways than one. She lowers him back to the floor and struts her stuff to Mr. Krabs' office. She goes from sounding like a lustful street walker, to a dutiful, goodie two-shoes, daddy's little girl. After some few minutes she leaves a notably upset Eugene Krabs and walks back to her friends. She looks back and gives him a knowing wink before laughing it up with her posse as if nothing happened.

A few hours later, at around nine o'clock, Mr. Krabs walks in. He rubs the back of his head, looking guilty and at the same time annoyed. The old crab tells his fry cook that business has been unusually slow today and that another personal matter at his home needs his assistance. Eugene apologizes for making such an inappropriate request of his employee and says he's free to decline if he wants to. SpongeBob agrees without hesitation, making the overprotective father second guess. But this is SpongeBob he's asking and not some hot shot, beef for brains jock that normally comes knocking for his daughter's hand, among other parts. Krabs informs him that it involves his beloved "Pearly" once again. He plays coy and asks what for. His boss just tells him it's something part of her workout regimen, and that she requested him specifically.

With that settled, SpongeBob heads out the Krusty Krab prematurely. He makes it to Pearl's house, sweating up a storm already from how fast his legs carried him. His chunky assed girlfriend greets him, dressed in her skin-tight gym apparel once more. She giggles as he nervously waves at her, his hard-on twitching in anticipation.

"C'mon Sponge, why don't we start with some warm ups?" She points to a pink and blue matt on the living room floor.

"Huh? Oh! Right, warm ups. Ha-ha!"

The two begin with simple stretches, touching toes and cracking joints. SpongeBob can't take his eyes off Pearl for a second and keeps looking at the clock. Mr. Krabs might trust him enough to be home alone with his daughter, but he's still a boy and that's enough excuse for him to rush home as quick as possible. Ten minutes of standard exercises pass and the small guy's beginning to think Pearl's forgotten. She hasn't.

"I think we're ready for something more, up close and personal. Why don't we take this to my room? Oh and, you can leave the other matt there. We only need one."

He hurries behind her, gaze glued to the immense ass cleavage popping out from her straining pink spats. It takes a godly amount of self-restraint to withhold the urge to smack that big bubble butt, and Pearl is fully aware. She sets the matt down and positions herself on all fours.

"Come on Sponge, grab my hips from behind. I need support for this next one."

The lad doesn't need to get on his knees to be at an even level with her and sinks his palms into her ample hips. His skinny arms rest on her huge rear, the flesh of each cheek conforms around his limbs like resting on two pillows. The next thing he knows, she sends that fat ass back onto his waiting stiffy. Pearl assumes the "downward sea-dog" and reaches forward with her own hands. Her arched back and protruding booty doesn't make holding on easy, his throbbing bulge grinds on her abundant flesh. SpongeBob can't stop himself from pressing his aching loins into one of her fat glutes and humping the wobbling meat like the impatient virgin that he is.

Pearl bites her lower lip and looks back to whine softly. She tells him to be gentle but receives a grunt and another rough thrust from his swollen manhood.

"Pearl! Please, I can't take it anymore! Lemme stick in, I wanna do you so bad!"

"But what if daddy come's home early?" She squeals innocently.

"I d-don't care, I want you now!"

She shifts onto her back and smothers him in her arms and bust. "Wow, you're a real smooth talker, aren't you Sponge? Oh! Hold on! You did remember to bring condoms like I told you, right?"

"…uh, no? Does this m-mean we can't do it then?"

She rolls her eyes for a second and whips one of those sealed rubber packets out. "Well, I got a spare that's still good. I think…"

The two say no more and lock lips again. SpongeBob wastes no time in lifting her sports bra to free those colossal titties. He kneads her sleek globes, squeezing and rotating those bouncy breasts without care. Each one many times bigger than his head and far heavier than he is. His palms tug her areolas and middle fingers jam into the slits till those puffy nipples come popping out.

Pearl winces from how forcibly he squishes her tits and how possessively he sucks her tongue. She wants him to slow down, worrying that he's getting too excited, but his energetic thrusts into her pudgy belly tells her that's not happening. She does know of one way to get her little boyfriend under control and places a flipper on his bulge.

"A-ah! Pearl, no!"

"Gotcha! Now let's have a look at that little eel of yours."

She unzips his fly and shakes his pants and boxers down to his ankles, revealing his package. His six-inches of manhood would be average for any fish, but given Pearl's enormous size, it looks positively tiny by comparison. She stifles a rising giggle, not wanting to hurt her little boyfriend's pride on his first time.

Her palm then engulfs his member, tenderly feeling and rubbing the sensitive organ. It doesn't feel as hard as when SpongeBob was humping her booty? Maybe he's nervous now that it's out in the open? She doesn't want her cute Sponge to feel so anxious and comes up with a solution to calm his pre-coital jitters. Her flipper forms a tight grip, moistened with spit as she tells him to give her a taste of what to expect.

"B-but Pearl, this is embarrassing!"

"Just trust me Sponge, you'll feel more relaxed if you do."

"O-okay, I'll try." The lad blushes before giving her fist an awkward thrust.

Pearl holds her flipper steady as he tries a few more times, gasping euphorically with each attempt. She wears a gentle smile to coax another energetic hump from her little man and strokes his length whenever he rests. His cock engorges with confidence and throbs with desire. Her flipper turns into a vice as she starts jerking alongside his slow but vigorous thrusts. Once Pearl gets a sticky dribble of pre-cum leaking on her palm, she tells SpongeBob it's time for the main event.

He helps her pull down those sweat soaked spats to her knees and positions himself between those massive thighs as told. Pearl preps the rubber's tip and slides the elastic purple tinted condom over his shaft.

SpongeBob places his blood-filled, protected penis at her puffy sex, and pauses. Pearl looks up to see what's wrong and discovers his shy, uneasy visage.

"What if I can't k-keep it up, or I f-finish too soon?"

His wide-hipped, busty whale girl embraces his body with her legs to urge their pelvises together.

"Don't you worry about any of that. Let's just enjoy ourselves, m'kay?"

His penis enters her drooling slit, parting her plump labia and burrowing into her depths. Her velvety innards pull him to the base as their groins kiss. SpongeBob's face contorts from the pressure squeezing every inch of him, the intense heat of her womanhood cooking his throbbing weenie. He doesn't want to just yet, but the semen is already rising within him. The young sponge waits, figuring he can edge his orgasm down if his erection remains still. A good plan if Pearl didn't begin gyrating her hips like a professional belly-dancer.

SpongeBob grabs her chubby waist, clenching his abdominals in his vain efforts to control himself. He collapses on her soft belly, unable to prevent the inevitable mind-numbing pleasure from taking hold. Pearl just gingerly rubs his back as his whole body convulse with each gush of his warm seed. She can feel the latex ballooning inside her, his ejaculating penis squirting rope after rope of sperm. When he settles, Pearl calls his name with the sweetest voice he's heard yet. SpongeBob glances up from her belly with watery eyes and quivering lips.

"I-I couldn't even last a few seconds…"

"It's okay Sponge, not a lot of guys last long with me anyways. You just need more practice is all." Pearl reassures while presenting another rubber of a different color.

"Really? So does that mean we can d-do it again?"

"Yep! Now hurry up and stick it back in already!"

SpongeBob secures the vibrant blue shield on his willy and plunges inside his plump girlfriend for round two. The eruption of his first orgasm has robbed his phallus of some sensitivity, allowing him to focus on pleasing Pearl instead. He assumes that because she's so large, her pussy needs a real rough workout in order for his meager manhood to have any real effect.

The lad proceeds to jam his rod in and out of her tight cunt with all the strength his lower body can muster. Pearl's fat, juicy pussy grips his length harder while her meaty legs squeeze him closer. She bites her lower lip as her faint whining is drowned out by the sound of flesh smacking flesh.

His small hands cling to her fertile hips, propelling tenacious his thrusts forward. Hearing his excited grunts and pleasured groans has Pearl throwing her head back to moan. She knows just what guys like to hear when pumping her silly, and SpongeBob is no different.

"Sponge, not so hard… my pussy can't take it…"

"A-ah! I'm sorry Pearl, I'll g-go slower if it hurts!" The concerned yellow invertebrate replies.

"No you dummy, you're supposed go harder when I say that."

"But you just said-"

"I know what I said! Just do it!"

The bewildered young sponge shrugs and continues slamming into her vagina, his smooth crotch smacking her shaved mound. He fondles the fat of her thick thighs, caressing the plumpness of her vulva as his cock churns her innards. The young lad just can't get enough of how soft and pudgy she is. He's especially smitten by that hot whale pussy. The way her folds undulate around his cock makes SpongeBob whimper for impending release. Not to mention the smell. Her raunchy sex vapor muddles his senses and leaves him with a vague expression.

But he doesn't have the experience nor the will to resist the expert dick milking strokes of that plump snatch. His balls tingle and tighten with surging seed. Her pussy too swells and compresses with a newfound force.

"Pearl, I can't h-hold it anymore!"

"But I'm close too! Just wait a little longer!" She moans, rubbing the tensing muscles on his back.

"There's no w-way! I can't!"

"Sponge no! I said-"

Just then the loud slam of her front door resonates throughout the quiet home. The two panting teenagers turn into statues as they hear the tell-tale pitter patter of the old crustacean's feet across the floorboards. His guttural voice calls out to his daughter, whose less than hesitant to respond. Pearl's mostly annoyed at the interruption more than anything else, but her little boyfriend doesn't share her sentiments. She looks at him to see her tiny sponge's lips quivering and his eyes filled with horror. There's no denying that her father would do unspeakable things to any guy he found home alone with her. And though the small fry cook had his approval to come over, that probably doesn't entail plowing his daughter in her own bedroom. Not even SpongeBob would be spared his vengeful wrath, she needs to act quickly.

"Hey Sponge!" She whispers to get his attention. "I got an idea. Just follow my lead."

Not another minute later and a big meaty claw knocks on her door. Pearl gives her dad permission to enter, the old Navy veteran skitters in with an inquisitive look about. His nose twitching as if expecting to stumble upon a scene that shouldn't be happening in his home. And to his surprise, there isn't. Well, sort of.

"Hi, d-daddy. Back from work so early?" His whale child excitedly asks, on her flippers and knees.

"Yeah, business wasn't so good… and…" He raises a brow, eyeing the oddity before him. There's his pride and joy, wearing her gym outfit while poised on all fours. That doesn't bother him one bit. What does grind his gears, is his most trusted employee waiting nervously at her rear.

"Pearly, ye mind telling me what SpongeBob's doing behind ye?"

"What are you talking about? Don't you remember? I asked if I could b-borrow him for some new workout techniques I learned."

The red crab runs his claw back and forth under his lip with squinted eyes targeted at the abashed sponge. "I remember that. I just don't recall saying he could put his hands on ye. Well boyo? Ye gonna tell me why yer grabbing me daughter's hips like that, or are we gonna have a problem?"

"Sir, it's not what it looks like!" The quivering sponge says. "I w-was just…"

"Just what, eh? Looks to me like yer having some fun back there!"

"Mr. Krabs, I can explain!" SpongeBob responds as Pearl listens carefully.

"Okay then, explain yerself."

"It's… um… it's, yoga! Yeah that's it! There's a lot of stretching involved and it's supposed to be really good for-" The lad is interrupted by old man Krabs.

"Show me."

"Wh-what?"

"I said, show me boyo! I heard of yoga, but I never seen it with me own eyes."

That's when the young sponge loses his confidence as there's no way he could physically separate from Pearl at the moment. Not with Eugene standing there and his yellow cock buried so deep in his daughter's vagina. Luckily, Pearl's arched back and mountainous booty, obscures the view of her ripped spats and his fly's undone zipper. Mr. Krabs starts getting suspicious when the boy refuses to budge and can do nothing but stammer aimlessly. Pearl wanted SpongeBob to handle this alone since her father might get suspicious if she gets too defensive. But she knows if they don't do something, then he'll figure it out eventually.

"C'mon Sponge, just like we practiced."

Mr. Krabs watches as Pearl straightens both arms behind herself, letting the lad grab her wrists to prevent her from falling forward. She keeps her face blank while pushing her huge chest out, emphasizing her massive posterior with the curve her back's forming. SpongeBob, still hilted inside her to the base and on the verge of exploding, is whiter than Moby Dick himself.

SpongeBob keeps his eyes ahead, using all his power to not ogling the cleft of her fat booty escaping her small shorts. His girlfriend proceeds to gradually push her fat ass back, moving forward and repeating the whole process at a leisurely pace. The poor lad isn't ready to handle a booty that big and is about to bust inside Eugene's daughter right before his very eyes when something else happens. Pearl's coochie suddenly clenches up and spasms around his length, sending SpongeBob over the edge as well.

The little yellow dude doesn't care anymore in his euphoric state of orgasm and sinks both his hands into those tremendous butt cheeks. He puffs his own chest out and inflates another condom with his sponge goo. But SpongeBob knows he needs to hold back to some extent and stops himself from thrusting.

It looks like her old man's none the wiser, aside from a disapproving glance of his hands pinching that huge caboose. Her father simply asks Pearl if she's okay after seeing how hot and flustered her face becomes. Pearl manages to break out of her lethargic post-gasm state to tell him she's fine. Her weak smile has him dubious at first, but he doesn't make much of it. After all, it's SquarePants he's talking about. Mr. Krabs shakes his fatherly intuition and apologizes to SpongeBob for thinking otherwise. The aged crustacean goes to leave the room and turns to asks that his fry cook go home as it's getting late into the night. His footsteps then fade downstairs towards the basement before the young couple can feel at ease.

SpongeBob pulls himself out of Pearl, tumbling backwards to rest flat on the mat. With a groan and dreamy gaze, he looks down at the cum filled rubber hugging his penis and then to that gargantuan whale ass. She waves her big butt from side to side, her thick buns obscuring her plump vulva.

Her fat ass sluggishly sways once more before Pearl's exhausted legs give, and she collapses on her side. Whether it was their horizontal dance or extensive workout that did her in, she isn't sure. What she is certain of though, is that SpongeBob's got to go.

"Sponge?" Her weak voice beckons to him. "Hey Sponge, you listening?"

"Yes Pearl?" He responds, hobbling next to his large girlfriend.

"I can't believe you did me like that, and right in front of daddy too. You're a bad boy."

The lad puts a fist to his mouth and looks mortified. He stutters some words of regret while hiding his still eager manhood. "It j-just felt so good… and then your b-butt started moving… I couldn't control myself… are you mad?"

"Yeah, I am. Now come're, we're gonna snuggle while I think of your punishment."

SpongeBob does as ordered and finds himself compressed against her warm bust. She drops her chin on his flat head to contemplate something truly diabolical for her diminutive boyfriend. The little guy still attempts to apologize for getting carried away, but Pearl's not having it. Especially when that peppy peter he's got down there keeps throbbing against her blubber.

Her eyes meet his ashamed pout that's sandwiched between her cleavage. She curls her lips into a toothy grin and whispers in his ear holes. SpongeBob's square body shudders at her quiet words, he begs for her mercy. Pearl just giggles in the stuck-up manner all spoiled teens like her do, and she doesn't give him a moment to let the mental anguish sink in. SpongeBob looks utterly destroyed as Pearl carries him out her room after dressing the two of them up properly.

The anxious sponge is returned to her front door as he recovers from his thoughts of the horrible, spirit breaking punishment he must endure. Pearl on the other hand, makes sure her gym wear is nice and snug before leaning down to kiss him goodnight. She looks at his erection twitching for any ounce of sympathy, and his teary blue orbs ready to bawl. Pearl rolls her eyes and tells him to stop being overdramatic.

"Now remember what I said Sponge. One whole week, that's it."

"But-" He stops himself and wipes the wetness from his cheeks. "-okay, I promise I won't."

"Good. Oh, and one more thing. Don't text me, I'll text you. Got it?"

Endnote: Depending on how this is received, I might aim for a fourth chapter. If not, then the next one's gonna be rock bottom.