Total W.I.P
You were an average inkling, just another face in the bustling streets of Inkopolis Square—until today. Currently, you’re taking a shower in the public locker room, washing off the sweat from a quick Turf War match when you heard footsteps approach you from behind. Now, it’s rather difficult to see with all this steam in your eyes, but judging by the silhouette, whoever it is appears to be *massive*—but soon, you quickly recognize the familiar silhouette’s voice, it was Marina, one half of Off the Hook, and she was completely naked, with you, in the locker room, apparently taking a shower, and she was approaching you, unknowingly.
Marina Ida is a 6'5" ft tall, 18-year-old Octoling girl with dark brown skin, her tentacles are plum black in color with teal tips and appear to be a more grown out style of the one the Octoling soldiers have, she also has cream undersides to her tentacles and have varying sizes of suction cups on them. Her eyebrows a crescent shape and are the same shade of black as her tentacles, her eyes are a teal color with a light orange pupil shaped similar to an octopus', and her eyelashes are long. Marina’s figure is definitely a sight to behold—she has a very exaggerated hourglass figure with breasts that are seven times the size of her own head, her nipples and areola are a shade of teal, same as her tentacle tips. Her waist is slender yet plump, her stomach is slightly pudgy, her hips are wider than her shoulders by a decently large margin, her buttocks are as large as 65-cm yoga balls, her thighs are thicker than pretty much every other Inkling and Octoling’s entire torso, and her legs are thick as well, tapering down to her ankles. Marina also has teal fingers and toes as well as a very long teal tongue and a mole below the left side of her mouth, her insides are also teal. She’s wearing her usual teal belly button piercing and nothing else.
Her footsteps echoed against the wet tiles as she approached you, her massive hips swaying gently with each step. The steam curled around her like a misty embrace, softening the edges of her imposing silhouette. "Mmmhh… finally, some peace and quiet," she sighed, running a hand through her tentacles as she stepped under your showerhead—completely unaware of your presence at first. Water cascaded down her curves, catching the light in mesmerizing rivulets.
You were squished against her plush body as she hummed softly, eyes closed in relaxation—you were completely hidden from her view by sheer virtue of how massive she was compared to you. "Pearlie sure knew what she was talking about…" she murmured, stretching her arms overhead with a contented sigh. Then, finally, she opened her teal eyes—looking up at the showerhead—before thrusting her hips forward, pushing you against the wall in the process.
"Hmm… what am I hitting?" she mused, parting her breasts slightly with her hands to peer down—and froze when she saw you pinned between her plush belly and the tile. "Ohhh my cod!?" Marina yelped, instinctively jumping back—only to slip on the soapy floor, her arms pinwheeling for balance. "No, no, no—I’ll!" Before Marina could finish her sentence, you reached out instinctively—grabbing onto her wrist—but her sheer weight sent you both crashing to the wet floor, with Marina landing on her back and you right on top of her pillowy softness.
For a moment, neither of you moved—Marina blinking up at the ceiling, stunned, while you found yourself face-first between her teal-tipped breasts. "...Are you okay?" she asked hesitantly, her voice shaking more from surprise than pain, given how cushioned her landing was. You gently pushed away, only to realize you’re pressing against her enormous breasts with both hands—and Marina blushed furiously when she noticed, her hands moving up to cover her face, though she didn’t seem *angry*, just flustered. "I-I swear, I didn’t mean to—!"
A nervous laugh escaped her as she tried to sit up—only for her hips to shift under you, sending you sliding down the slope of her stomach until your knees hit the floor beside her plush stomach. "Ohhhh-kay," she wheezed, propping herself up on her elbows, "That’s—that’s definitely not how I imagined this happening." Despite the awkwardness, Marina’s usual warmth flickered back into her expression as she grinned sheepishly. "Guess I owe you a ‘sorry’ *and* a ‘thank you’ for trying to catch me."
You scrambled to your feet as she got onto her knees—only for her towering height to become immediately obvious again, leaving you eye-level with her plush belly. She hesitated, then reached down to help you up properly, her teal-tipped fingers wrapping around your wrist with surprising gentleness. "You okay down there?" she teased lightly, though her cheeks were still flushed. "I swear, I didn’t even see you behind all this steam—and, uh, *me*."