Chubbier Mermaid
 
The battle had been fierce.
 
Standing face to face, the two brawlers coldly regarded one another. Separated only by a few feet of sandy beach, they stood as silent and still as statues. Though neither spoke a word, both knew the victor had already been decided.
 
An unseen seagull cried from its lonesome rock of a perch.
 
Without blinking, the Catfish's cute little pigtails were undone, allowing her long, navy-blue hair to fall past her shoulders. Blood trickled down her forehead and chin, dropping like rain onto the coarse sand below.
 
And then, the Catfish herself fell, slumped onto her front side like a corpse. Clouds of dust kicked up around her body, the only fanfare that signaled her defeat.
 
Shielding her eyes, the Queen Fish allowed the irritating sand to be blown away before turning her gaze back. A few seconds passed in the tranquil aftermath of the fight. Finally, however, the Queen Fish calmly walked over to the Catfish's side, her own long, cotton-candy pink hair and palm-leaf skirt rippling against the sea-breeze.
 
Towering over the defeated woman, the Queen Fish coolly examined the strange purple-blue patterns on her skin, and the lifeless tail that sprang just above her perky butt. Even now, after beating such an annoying, cheeky woman, the chubby winner had no desire to gloat. A true romantic, she knew the gravity of what the two had sparred over; indeed, of what countless people have risked their lives for. Love, or, more specifically, the love of a man.
 
Granted, a man who used gummy bears to fish. But a man nonetheless.
 
Gently, the Queen Fish lifted the Catfish by her shoulders. She didn't need to fear her anymore. Secure in the other's loss, she found herself in a merciful mood.
 
The Queen Fish cocked her head. A single, white feather floated in a visible thought-bubble above her. Was the Catfish really this light? Then again, as she reasoned to herself, she was also strong. Incredibly strong. Strong enough to send a full grown woman flying into the air and then slam her head against a boulder, cracking the stone in two. Honestly, the Queen Fish was surprised that the noise didn't awaken her lover. And yet, he remained unconscious, with only his underwear holding him up in the tree that caught him.
 
Shaking her head, the Queen Fish reprimanded herself. Now wasn't the time for unneeded thoughts. It was time to give her rival an honorable end.
 
Licking her lips, the Queen Fish was more than ready for the task at hand. It would certainly not be the first time she ate another, nor would it be the last. Admittedly, it was a rule of her own invention, devised from her sense of honor. Still, even wearing a ridiculous outfit as a palm-leaf skirt and coconut shells for bras, she felt the battle was worthy enough for her code. And in any case, the rule had certainly added to her gigantic rack and ass, so she wouldn't complain.
 
Opening her mouth, she raised the Catfish's head over it. Rolling her tongue out, it touched against the streams of blood. Scrunching her face up, a skull and crossbones appeared over her head. Recoiling at the harsh taste, she decided the best method would be to quickly swallow her head and enjoy the flavor the rest of her body offered.
 
And so, in just one gulp, the Catfish's head disappeared into her mouth and down her throat.
 
Traveling up her neck and over the shoulders, the Queen Fish was able to make a better assessment of her meal. Warm, soft flesh brushed against her eager tongue. Moaning, she was delighted by the overall saltiness of her meal, and how smooth and easy to swallow the skin felt against her sensitive throat. Easier than the scratchy fish scales she sometimes had to contend with, at least.
 
Wrapping her hands around the other's modest midsection, the Queen Fish managed to position the rest of her body at an angle to hers. Hunched over, she then hoisted it high into the air, tilting her head up to allow the remaining body to slide down her throat. Moving her hands up to her legs, the well-endowed woman easily swallowed her opponent's modest breasts, nibbling at their squishy flesh, before they disappeared. Stroking her tongue against the girl's tummy, her eyes widened with delight at the softness.
 
Holding her by the ankles, the Queen Fish enjoyed this part of her meal for several seconds. By now, a visible bulge pressed against her throat and between her fat titties. Even with the tickling, the Cat Fish was still unconscious. Knocked out from nearly having her skull cracked open, the only sign that she was becoming aware of her situation was her squirming in her rival's grasp. Dreaming that she was being assaulted by a giant feather, a slight frown appeared over her face.
 
Sensing her movement, the pink-haired woman decided it was time to finish her lunch.
 
Crawling past her belly button, the Queen Fish's lips made it to the nether regions. Completely exposed, the folds her pussy twitched against the hot breath, ready to be played with. Expecting this, the busty woman's eyes narrowed with mischief. Of course, she could always make time for fun.
 
Slapping her palms against the woman's plump butt, the Queen Fish kneaded them in her firm grasp. Poking and prodding against her cunt, she plunged her tongue as deep into the slit as it'd go. Shivering at the tart taste, her eyes rolled to the back as she enjoyed its tangy flavor.
 
Suddenly, something new entered the Cat Fish's dreams. A wet, slimy tentacle. Slithering out of nowhere, it dove in between her legs without warning. Blushing and cursing at it, the girl was ripped from her sleep. Shaking her head, she opened her eyes, only to still be surrounded in darkness. Biting her lip, she felt her private parts being licked at, and with remarkable skill. Blushing, she was shocked. Maybe that red-headed goofball was bolder than she gave him credit for . . .
 
Mulling to herself, something hot and sticky slid down her face. Scrunching her nose in disgust, she realized her entire body was slick and engulfed in warmth. Thinking back to her defeat, it didn't take long for the greedy cat girl to connect the puzzle pieces.
 
Heaving her torso as hard as possible, the Cat Fish desperately tried to escape, or maybe to force the other to gag and throw her up. With an iron stomach and neck, the Queen Fish would never let her go. Grabbing onto her ankles again, she maintained her balance as she continued violating the sensitive genitals of her meal. As a fellow woman, she knew exactly how to escalate things. Lowering her tongue, she started rubbing it against a dark, purple nub.
 
Screeching, the Cat Fish trembled from the sensation. Her limp tail shot straight out as her clit was toyed with. Clenching her teeth, she tried her best to restrain her growing arousal. It was a futile effort. Nimble as the tongue was, and knowledgeable as its owner was, it took less than a minute for the girl to reach her climax.
 
Yelling even louder, the Cat Fish's toes curled as she came.
 
Hot, sweet nectar poured down the Queen Fish's taste buds and into her throat. Moaning herself, she soaked up the streams running down her mouth as much as possible. Since it was a long, long time since the Cat Fish last satiated her pussy, the orgasm felt especially intense for her. Leaning her head against a slick wall, she panted from exhaustion. Aroused herself, the Queen Fish's nethers started to burn with need. Feeling the girl go limp, the Queen Fish figured that now was the time to finish it.
 
Pulling her down with her throat muscles and hands, the Cat Fish's butt and legs glided through her mouth. Soon, her head had slid into the moist stomach, sliding into a gurgling puddle of fluids. Tingling her cheeks, the Cat Fish was torn from her post-coital bliss and started wriggling with all her might. It was far too late. Swallowing down her ankles, her soles were now well within the Queen Fish's hungry maw. Flicking her tongue against the soft underside, the chubby woman enjoyed the gritty sand stuck between the wrinkles of her toes. Supressing a laugh, the Cat Fish tried kicking against the vulnerable roof of the mouth, but her legs were wrapped in flesh, making such a move impossible. Instead, with only another gulp, her feet slid down the throat without protest.
 
Closing her lips, the Queen Fish licked them with gusto. Patting both hands against her ballooning belly, a sense of fullness blanketed her body. Heavy eater though she certainly was, even this meal was greater than she initially expected. Smirking, she knew the perfect way to cap it off.
 
Dropping her generous ass on the ground, the Queen Fish leaned back. Shoving a hand in between her thick thighs, she pushed two fingers deep into her own hungry cunt. Diving far past knuckle-length, it seemed her pussy was just as gluttonous as she was. Sucking on her lips, she masturbated out in the open with shameless joy.
 
Meanwhile, the force of her dropping to the beach caused the cat girl to jolt even deeper. Halfway into the groaning gut, it took mere moments for her slender legs to glide through the opening. Sensing her doom, the Cat Fish became frantic. Punching and kicking at the stomach walls, she screamed and cursed at the other to let her out. Muffled on the outside, her efforts only caused brief bulges to jut out of the gigantic pale ball that pressed out in front of the voluptuous queen. Jerked from side to side, the Queen Fish only grew more excited. Sucking on her lip, the sensation of having another squirm inside her always made her horny. Moaning, her fingers slicked in and out of her folds even faster. Flicking her bean in tandem with the Cat Fish's movements, it was too much.
 
Moaning with husky tones, the Queen Fish squirted onto the dry sand. Closing her eyes and running a hand down her silky hair, she was also long overdue for a masturbation session. Of course, she would much prefer being rammed by her lover's veiny cock like the secret slut she was -- but that could wait. Now, she had a cheeky cat to digest.
 
Panting until she cooled down, the woman peered down at her squirming stomach. Nasty curses and angry fists pressed against the skin. Frowning at this, she decided to put an end to it. Raising a hand, she slammed it against her side, causing an angry red print to be left behind. Wincing from the sting, she was glad to see it at least calmed the cat down. Soon, her jiggling belly became still.
 
Wagging her finger, the demanding woman ordered her meal to settle down. Whimpering, the Cat Fish realized there was no escape without the other's consent. Weakly, her muffled voice pushed against the prison of skin and fat. An image of stick figure version of her being released from a cage appeared over the woman's tummy. Surely, she could find it in her heart to let the poor girl go?
 
Shaking her head, the Queen Fish calmly explained her intentions. Another stick figure version of her, albeit one with three big circles drawn over it, was shown sleeping in her speech bubble. Quickly, the biggest of the circles shrunk, while the two others grew. Waking up, she soon showed them off to a red-haired figure before burying him in between her massive chest.
 
Yelling, the Cat Fish slammed a fist with all her might in front of her. Once again, it was comfortably absorbed by the stomach. Shrugging her shoulders, the Queen Fish raised her hands up and fell onto her back. Resting her head against her fleshy arms, she shut her eyes, allowing the soothing sound of crashing waves to lull her into sleep. A pink heart cracked in two above her round stomach. Sulking, the Cat Fish knew this was it. Was this really her fate? To be devoured and added onto a her rival's already generous curves for the enjoyment of their crush? Much as she wished for escape, the girl knew she had been thoroughly outmatched. There'd be no gummy bears for her. Just an eternity on someone's fat tits and butt.
 
Weeping, the Cat Fish slumped over, resigned to her fate. Wet, squelchy noises pounded into her ears, as the tingling over her skin started to burn. It wouldn't be long now before she was reduced to glop. Closing her eyes, she prayed it wouldn't hurt too much.
 
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Fluttering her eyes open, the Queen Fish awoke. Countless stars twinkled against the dark night, while a glowing crescent moon hung high above. Rubbing her eyes, she lifted herself up. Noticing how much heavier she was, she peered down to see how much of the girl was gone now. Blocking her vision, her giant breasts were the only thing she saw. Jutting out so far that she couldn't even see the blue-nail polish on her toes, they were at least twice as big as they had been before. Having burst through the makeshift coconut bra, which lay splintered nearby, they were totally naked, with pinkish-red nipples stiff in the breeze.
 
Normally ashamed to be exposed like this, the Queen Fish felt only pride. Smiling at her massive melons, she craned her head back. Two pale, sand-covered cheeks greeted her. Twice as big from before, it was a glorious shelf of an ass. So fat, in fact, that a palm leaf from her skirt had been sucked deep within her crack. Its rough surface grinded against her sensitive booty, making for an uncomfortable experience. Immediately, the Queen Fish knew there was only one way to solve this. With one quick swoop, she ripped her skirt off, allowing it to blow into the churning sea.
 
Her ass bounced in gratitude. Totally nude, there was nothing to bother her soft skin now. Of course, the Queen Fish didn't mind. With the pesky cat woman out of the picture, now there was only one other left on the remote island. And frankly, she didn't mind if he saw her like this.
 
Turning on her heel, she stared out at the silhouette of a distant coconut tree. Still dangling from his absurd pair of underwear, the fisherman hadn't moved an inch. Smiling at the adorable sight, the Queen Fish strolled over to her crush. Wobbling with every step, her fat butt and even fatter chest looked even more tantalizing in the moonlight. Licking her lips, the pink-haired woman hoped that the man wasn't too tired. There was a whole lot more woman for him to love now. And there was still plenty of time for fun before the sun rose to greet them with a new day . . .