The Duo Have Escaped From The Murk

Eve, for the sake of simplicity let us dub her N-Eve, didn't know what the hell was going on. Right now she was looking at herself, a dimmer version of herself judging by her brief interaction, with an ass so huge it that 'cartoonish' was an understatement. She had a caboose so plump it went from erotic to absurd. Only the freakiest of deviants would even enjoy looking at it, let alone find it desirable. It was a bit disgusting to even look at in Eve's opinion. But, even feeling this way, Eve was a nun and a good Christian daughter. So, seeing that this stranger wasn't a devil, she tried diplomacy once again.

"Do you need help getting up from the muck?" She said calmly. The booty-Eve, let us dub her S-Eve, looked groggily at her. She looked like she was struggling to say something, but N-Eve put a stop to that. She grabbed hold of the woman's pajama collar and did her best to forcefully heft her up. She was heavy, N-Eve could feel gravity being focused on a certain part of the rump-tastic woman's physique. She did her best to avoid even touching the round spheres, S-Eve let her doppelganger manhandle her. Eventually she was brought to her feet, her bum displaced bobbed in the murk like weird ocean buoys. N-Eve struggled to catch her breath.

"Thanks, I guess."

"Come on, we need to get out of here." N-Eve passed S-Eve with the intent of getting out of the slog. Behind her she could feel the ooze ripple with movement. She turned to see S-Eve waddle towards her, it was easy to tell her gargantuan tush was the reason for her slowness. But even then N-Eve felt she was going slower than normal. She grabbed her hand and pulled the woman towards her.

"Come on!" It was a difficult journey. Not only because of the mush but because moving S-Eve was like moving a boat. The was too much sway in the back end. Unlike a boat though, she wasn't a rigid oblong to place your hands on to move about. S-Eve was just a human figure with an intensely odd center of gravity. She was too bouncy to properly account for when she was moved. It took a good minute until the duo had reached the shore. There N-Eve laid on her back, feeling the goo drip from her. Her gaze crossed her body, not a single stain touched her clothes. She turned to her side to see S-Eve rubbing her eyes with the bottom of her pajama, and it was here that Eve learned she wore no panties.

"Gaaaag!" She cried, S-Eve looked oddly at N-Eve.

"What? You've seen this before." She pointed to her cunt. N-Eve turned away, hands covering her eyes.

"Its the principle of things! Why aren't you wearing undergarments?"

"Do these look undergarment friendly?" A loud slap echoed from flesh. N-Eve didn't need to know that her clone had given her meaty flesh a hefty slap. Instead she tried to argue something else.

"What about a loincloth?"

"Hrmph? That's a good idea. You know the other sisters didn't complain about me, though I try not to show them my gift from God too much." S-Eve chuckled. N-Eve ignored the laugh, the next few words were questions regarding this stranger.

"What are you?"

"Human?"

"Of course, and you're me, but..." N-Eve stood up and tried to look at S-Eve normally. But just looking at her was absurd, she was a mirror version, a fun-house mirror version, of N-Eve's normally slim self. She racked her brain, as if what S-Eve would say next would determine the two's interaction.

"What's the name of our brother?"

"Christopher, duh." S-Eve placed her hands onto her wide hips. The normal Eve could read her face clearly, and it said 'Do you think I'm that stupid', too which Eve meekly gave an apology. Questions still stirred regarding why her doppelganger was like this and why she was even here to begin with, N-Eve was trying to figure out what to ask the butt enlarged Eve first.