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The Square became illuminated as the sun crept upon Inkopolis. While the area was normally a major hub of activity among the city’s large, diverse population, a sort of collective hangover had swept over the space. It wasn’t every day that a Splatfest happened, so many cephalopods had pushed themselves to the limits the previous day celebrating and competing. The few people that were out the next morning had the job of cleaning up what remained of the festivities. Sanitation swept up the trash littering the street while the tech crew went about disassembling the temporary stage that had been erected for the event. All in all, by the time the general public returned to their daily routines, no trace would be left behind.

Despite having put on a spectacular show the night before, a certain pair of popstars were already wide awake, chilling in their private room within the recording studio. Normally after such a long, taxing day, the duo would crash and give themselves the morning to sleep in. However, an intoxicating smell had waft through the air, enticing them to awake early. As with all Splatfests, there was an emphasis on a theme that would lead to conflict between the two teams. This time around, it had centered around a choice in breakfast food, pancakes versus waffles. Thus, plenty of leftover stock lingered and was being cooked up for the studio’s enjoyment. It didn’t take the two long to venture down to the cafeteria and grab a bite to eat.

Off the Hook was such a big name in the music scene that the girls were basically treated like royalty within the studio’s doors. Pearl’s crown had never been more apt considering the princess-like status she now held. They were pampered to the point of already having a table set for them, plates piled high with delicious food. Barely a finger needed to be lifted in order to have seconds or more brought to them. Fittingly enough, Pearl’s side of the table was stacked high with pancakes while Marina’s had towers of waffles on deck, corresponding to the teams they represented during the festivities.

“So Pearl, hear any word about who won? I’m dying to know!”

“Eh, beats me. I’m starving though, let’s eat~”

Many believe that making it big can change a person. Down in their hearts, the pop duo remained the same as they had always been. Physically, it was a different story. It was no secret that many a Splatfest here and there were concerned with food, and as the faces of these competitions, the girls were thrust into the spotlight as ambassadors of these foods’ brands for a short time. This exposed them to a wide pallet of delicious foods, many of which were on the junk-y side of the spectrum. Access to an abundance of snacks led to the two of them overindulging, and the pounds quickly began to add up.

Between the two, Pearl’s transformation was easily the most apparent. The once stick-thin squid had become a round glob of flab. With her short stature, every pound densely packed itself onto her frame, possibly leaving her about as wide as she was tall. It was a miracle that she had a working wardrobe at this point, but the freshest tailors in the pop business had managed to work their magic on such large clothing. Even then, her current white, sleeveless dress was already showing signs of needing a retouching. An overflow of face fat had consumed the high collar, and the bottom of the large zipper had busted leaving copious amounts of creamy, pale belly to spill out onto her lap. The aspect she found most positive was that her once flat chest had filled out a tad, though it lagged behind much of the rest of her anatomy. Her breasts had grown larger but weren’t particularly voluptuous, causing them to resemble the pancakes she had been consuming with much gusto for the past week or so as they sat upon atop her gut. The only part of her outfit she had completely abandoned were the white shorts she used to don beneath the dress, opting to go with just her pink tights for comfort as the shorts seemingly shrank after a good meal.

In contrast to Pearl’s more blob-like appearance, Marina’s body still had a bit of shape left to it. The Octoling had been a bit more resistant to indulging her gluttonous side compared to her Inkling counterpart, but eventually the allure of tasty treats caught up to her. While she had always been the curvier of the two, this disparity between them had increased in an almost comical fashion. She had adopted an hourglass-like figure, breasts and ass filling out significantly. Despite her gains, she had elected to keep her outfit mostly the same for the fans. This meant her shiny, black leather top revealed a wide valley of brown cleavage for all to see. There was an attempt to tuck her prominent gut into her similarly black shorts, but often it would jiggle out of its confines, revealing her doughy middle and a deep, pierced naval. She too sported a pair of tights, albeit light green and in need of a replacement as a few unsightly holes had begun to appear, allowing small amounts of thigh flab to peek out.

A loud creak filled the room as the two took their seats, chairs buckling a bit beneath their weight. With surprising speed at her size, Pearl wrapped her sausage-like fingers around the utensils and dug in as if she hadn’t eaten in days. Her meaty arms wobbled with every slight motion she made to cut up the fluffy pancakes sitting before her. Stacks and stacks of syrup-drenched cakes disappeared into her gullet before Marina’s very eyes. She found herself a bit more hesitant to dig in than her shorter partner, three whole plates of heartier waffles still seemed to vanish within a span of ten minutes. Though the Inkling was the far bigger glutton, the Octoling wasn’t exactly a slouch either.

As she munched on the many waffles in front of her, Marina could feel a buzzing coming from between her breasts. Retrieving her cell phone, slightly warm from sitting within its fleshy confines, she found a text splashed out across her screen.

“Saw last night, looked wild!”

“Thanks,” She replied, “glad you enjoyed it <3”

“Pearl’s stunt was crazy tho!”

A look of confusion crossed her face. “Uh, stunt?”

“You didn’t know? It’s going viral XD”

Despite spending a large amount of the Splatfest on stage with her partner, there were brief moments where one or both of them had been off the stage. More than likely, whatever it was had happened while she had taken a quick snack break. As she opened the next text, she began to worry about what kind of sight she was about to see.

“Y’all having a good Splatfest tonight?” Pearl was clearly hyping up the crowd as they were waiting for Marina to return for the start of the next set. She held her mic out and the audience erupted with uproarious cheering. “Wanna see me do a big-ass stunt?” This was met with more applause. “Alright, here I go~!”

The Octoling couldn’t believe her eyes. On screen, the squid dropped her mic and began waddling with all her might toward the front of the stage. With some effort, the massive girl leapt a few inches into the air before coming crashing down into the audience below in a crowdsurfing attempt gone horribly wrong. As she bent her knees to jump, a slight ripping sound could be heard, and as she came tumbling down Marina could just barely make out the sight of Pearl’s panties as the seat of her tights had burst open. Several Inklings struggled to hold the massive diva and quickly buckled under the weight, sending them all to the ground. The video abruptly cut after that.

“Wow…” was all the dumbfounded octopus she could reply with. She gently placed her phone back into its padded holding cell and sort of sat there for a moment with her head in her hand. “Maybe this whole thing’s starting to get a bit out of control.” She thought. A small rumble escaped her gut, and she found herself drawn back into her syrupy meal. For the next couple minutes, she couldn’t help but replay the whole video back in her head over and over again. Something about it just didn’t sit right with her, and after a while, she felt the strength to say something about it.

“Say Pearlie,” Marina began, dipping a piece of waffle into some stray butter on her plate, “is it just me, or do you think they’ve been pushing these food-based Splatfests a bit more than usual?”

Pearl gulped down a mouthful of pancake, wiping some stray syrup off one of her chins. “Whatcha *uuurp* mean?”

“Well, it feels like the sponsors have been pushing a lot of free food onto us, even in the ‘fests that aren’t about particular ones. I think it’s starting to affect our image a bit…” She gave her soft belly a bit of a rub, as if to add some emphasis to her argument.

“You’re kidding, right?” She giggled, sending her face into a brief fit of jiggling. “It’s free food, Marina, how could we turn it down~?” The pale girl stabbed at her stack once more and shoveled another large heaping of pancake into her maw.

“Perhaps we could cut back a little? I think your figure’s starting to resemble a Blobfish’s more than an Inkling’s. Plus, a friend just sent me a video of what you did last night while I was off stage.” She retrieved her phone once more and replayed the clip. Pearl winced a bit when the crash happened, but for the most part she seemed nonplussed.

“Meh, I could care less about what people think! We’re still hitting the tops of the charts and our shows are selling out like crazy. No one cares about a few pounds here and there as long as the music’s kicking! Listen to your gut and just do what you wanna do.”

“Well, if you say so...” Another plate had been placed in front of Marina by one of the Jellyfish waiters. They probably assumed that she also had Pearl’s seemingly endless appetite, so extra plates were more than likely being prepared before she even asked for more. As much as she wanted to turn it down, she was maybe taking Pearl’s latest nugget of advice a bit too literally. Her gut was still clamoring with a hunger that only these empty, sugar-coated calories could fill. Giving into the temptation, she began to dig into the newly prepared stack, still piping hot from the kitchen. “Mmm, schoo gewd.” She smiled, mouth still full.

“Now that’s the spirit~”