The Riot Gang Adrift! Let's Go Wherever the Wind Blows Us!

[The Prettiest Squish]

The short surfer curiously watched as Harley moved away from her. She tilted her head when the black maned mountain dipped her arm into the water; Lea expected something else when the topic of wetness came about. Soon after that, Harley turned unexpectedly and launched what appeared to be a projectile straight at the unsuspecting runt. 

"What in the what!?" Out of sheer instinct, Lea threw her hands up in front of her face and looked away only to react at the last second with the thought, Wait I don't feel any pain, why am I blocking this again?. But before she could answer, the water splashed against her bosom with a moist plop and pushed her dainty frame against the wall of the cabin. A subtle OOF left her lips as she felt the weight of the water upon her chest. Literally.

Looking down, the girl squeaked with shock to see that her flat bust had returned to its glorious and curvaceous state. "My tits!" she cried out with joy, squeezing them with her tiny arms like a chopstick would dig into a dumpling. Lea jumped gleefully for a moment until a thought occurred to her; she glanced back to Harley who had been watching her all this time. The surfer looked to her then to her breasts and back to the rioter. Her jovial dancing died down to completely still stance as the pair faced off against each other. Lea squinted green eyes at her captain with suspicion, "How did you know this would happen?"

The girl subtly moved her right hand over to support the weight of both boobs as her left hand motioned into a finger pointing straight at the rocky lady, "Can you see the future!?"

[Jade]

Harley's smug grin only widened as the once again busty surfer pointed at her. "Nah, but that'd be cool, wouldn't it?" She sat herself down on the edge of the Whiskey Runner once more, causing the little vessel to rock dangerously back and forth for a few moments. "The lady who raised me owned a bar, and had me help her out with the regulars soon as I was big enough to punch 'em out."

The big bruiser tilted her head back, soaking in the warmth of the sun overhead as she lost herself in thoughts for a few seconds. "And when I made a mess, you can bet your ass I was the one who had to clean 'em up. And what better tool to use to clean up a big bar mess..." Harley's wild eyes met Lea's again, filled with the fire that carried her through life, despite the simplicity of the situation. "Than an absorbent, easily-wrung sponge?"

She let that hang in the air for a moment before giving the surfer an emphatic shrug. "It was a lucky guess. Good thing I was right on the money, otherwise you'd have a broken spine, eh? Gararararara!"

[The Prettiest Squish]

Not-so-little Lea nodded cluelessly as she tried to focus on Harley's words. Her hands were groping all about her bosom as her green eyes pointed straight at the hulking woman without blinking in between her sentences. "Yes. Yes. Big enough, they are. Yes. Yes. My butt is very clean. Mhmm, absolutely. " Suddenly, Lea's eye began to twitch and she was forced to blink which coincidentally reset her attention span long enough to hear the key words in Harley's voice, "an absorbent, easily-wrung sponge."

"Ohhhhh, is that what this is?" she moaned with surprise as her hands finally departed from the twin peaks situated atop her chest. Instead, the curious child squished her fingers against each other and squealed as water leaked from her tips despite the appendages appearing quite dry. "Woah! I'm really wet after all! So that's why I can take such a beating!" the girl spoke with amusement right before her own fist found itself buried into her nose. She blinked and opened her eyes to feel not a shred of pain from the impact. If it wasn't for her arm obstructing the view, Harley would have seen Lea grinning a devilish grin. A wet plop followed her dislodging the punch as she cackled up a storm. "This is awesome, Harley! Now we don't gotta spend money on cleaning supplies! Just you, me, and my absorbent tiddi- eh? Hey, what's that?"

Lea pointed in the distance, midway to the horizon, at a vague organic lump floating on the water. The sponge girl squinted her eyes and 'zoomed' in on the target. She made out a figure hunched over a cracked and gnarly piece of wood so torn asunder, they may as well have been floating on a cactus. And by the looks of it, they were by no means aware of their surroundings. Lea looked to Harley with a rare look of concern and seriousness, "Let's get a move on!" 

[Jade]

Harley's grin grew wider as the surfer played with the new knowledge of her ability, squishing her fingers and face and just having fun with it. "It certainly explains why you're so good at taking a punch!"

Before she could respond to whatever that comment about cleaning supplies was, Lea's attention shifted to something behind Harley, prompting the big bruiser to turn her body where she was sitting, craning around in an attempt to see what it was. "What's what? I don't-" For as calm as the waters may have been, there was still some movement to them, and as the waves moved, she caught a glimpse of whatever it was that Lea had seen a moment before. "Oh, that!"

Harley lurched forward off the side of the ship, rushing to correct their course in order to get closer to whatever that thing in the water was. In due time, the ship had spun around - they weren't going anywhere quickly in the warm, calm weather, but the Whiskey Runner made its way toward the driftwood and its passenger. As they drew closer, the figure became more distinct; a person with long, black hair, draped over the battered plank of wood, the clothes on their back torn and sun-bleached.

As they neared this half-dead person, Harley tossed a rope to Lea. "You can get up beside 'em with your board, yeah? Tie this around their waist, and I'll haul 'em up."

[The Prettiest Squish]

Lea locked eyes at the figure in the distance while Harley steered the vessel in the right direction. She wasn't exactly one to worry but she wasn't blindly optimistic either. This was an unconscious body in the water for all they knew, or something far worse? The blue haired munchkin shook her head to get those nasty thoughts of her head; now was not the time for such rushed conclusions. The captain tossed a rope to her which she caught quite clumsily between her feeble twig arms. What am I supposed to do with this? I can't swim.

But before her thoughts could form into audible words, Harley's orders came through and the surfer immediately lit up with realization. "Oh! Gotcha, chief!" Without needing any further direction, Lea grabbed hold of her board which had been lying on the floor since she climbed aboard. The lass leapt from her spot and flew off the rear of the ship onto the sleek flat surface, bouncing atop the mild wave. She crouched down and soon paddled her way to the distant stranger, being sure to balance her dainty body otherwise Harley would be responsible for carrying two nincompoops out of the drink. 

Half a minute passed until the surfer chick made her way to the ragged little drifter. She removed the first end of the rope – tied in a circle around her shoulder – and began to reach under the floater's chest when suddenly she felt a familiar form, two in fact. "Oh hey, are you a sponge too? No wait, that's not right. You'd be a lot bigger sitting in the water that long, my mistake~" Lea continued to tie the rope around her new feminine friend and when the knot felt secure enough for a pull, she looked back and threw the other end back to the Whiskey Runner. "Alrighty, we should be good now! Reel it in!"

[Jade]

After fumbling for a moment with the rope Lea had thrown back, Harley did two quick loops around her right hand before gripping the rope tight, her left hand placed further up on the rope. 'Reeling' wasn't exactly what the big brute did; instead, she put her entire body into a massive tug, lifting the person on the other end of the rope up and out of the water and into the air.

Despite the presence of her cap, Harley placed her hand over her eyes to block out the sun for a moment, gauging the arc through the air the person was taking. After a second, she nodded, put her arms out in front of her, and took a step back - expertly catching the unconscious woman in her arms in a bridal carry, the rope hitting the deck a second later. "I've got 'em!"

Upon closer inspection, the figure was vaguely feminine - a little more so than Lea was when she was dry, perhaps, and also a bit taller. Dehydrated and more than a little sunburnt, and the long black hair that could be seen from a distance was plastered against her head, like she had been dunked under the waves more than once and the salt water had dried out in the sun. While she waited for the surfer to make her way back to their ship, Harley brushed some of the hair away from the woman's face - revealing the tattered remains of white eyepatch, just barely covering the ruined eye beneath.

The big bruiser took the woman into the small cabin of the ship, moving slowly and gently for the first time since she had boarded the little vessel so as to make sure her unconscious passenger didn't get banged against the doorway or anything. Once inside, Harley deposited her into the cot that was back there, and set to collecting as much of their supply of fresh water as she could muster.

[The Prettiest Squish]

"Yea!~" Lea exclaimed as the strange woman fell into Harley's arms. She rose up her own twigs into the air with jubilation. They had saved someone's life out in the middle of nowhere, and who knows what would have happened had they not been here to save her? 

But the blue headed buffoon remembered she needed to be back on the ship and not needed to be hanging on the surfboard. With that epiphany, the lass paddled her way back to the Whisky Runner in true surfer fashion. Along the way Lea looked to her arms and saw that they were increasing in size with each dip they made into the water. She smiled at the observation knowing full well that Harley's hypothesis of her condition was correct. "I guess it wasn't cuz of that space rock after all! Mmm, now I feel bad for trying to eat her boobs back on cactus land."

The busty buffoon grasped her own pairs to check they were still there after all this time. She was still getting used to the extra weight on her chest considering she lived her entire life as a dainty, flat-chested nymph. "Hmm, spongey. I wonder if that means I can make 'em bigger the wetter they get." A riveting idea for the situation but alas the girl made it to the ship and climbed upon it with surfboard under her arm. 

"Harls? Where'd ya go?" Lea heard a rummaging in the cabin and slapped the top of her head with embarrassment, "Ah yes, the only other place beside the deck." She walked toward the entrance just in time to see her captain lie the patient down in a cot. Judging by the looks of the newcomer, it was safe to say they rescued her when she needed it the most. Lea approached the girl as Harley walked away in search of something and knelt to meet her face-to-face. The green eyed girl scanned the entirety of the one eyed woman's body and squinted with interest. "How intriguing..." Lea brought her index finger into the air before softly poking it into the plump balloon atop the woman's chest. "Are you a sponge as well?"

[Jade]

There was a moment where the rescued woman started to stir, frowning at the unwelcome contact - but she did not wake, and fell back into proper unconsciousness once again, just in time for Harley's hulking frame to turn away from the supply closet, holding a large bucket of fresh water and slinging a towel over her shoulder. "You're supposed to put a cool towel on their forehead, yeah? Or is that for when people get sick...?" she muttered, mostly to herself, before deciding to just dunk the towel in the bucket anyway.

Harley knelt beside Lea for the moment, placing the wet towel over this newcomer's head, and then looked between the bucket and the woman's face a few times. "She... Can't drink like this, huh? Maybe we should get a straw or something, or... Maybe you could get all that blood and seawater out of your system, and let her suck the drinking water out of your fingers...? I dunno, I'm no good with this sort of thing."

[The Prettiest Squish]

It was apparent within seconds that Lea probing the woman's bust was an unwelcome touch. She retracted her finger and turned to see Harley arriving into the room with a bucket full of water and a towel. Lea wasn't quite sure what they were for though; the gal had already tested if their guest was as spongey as herself. "It's no good. She's stuck with those two forever. Unlike a certain somebody~" As if on schedule, the whimsical buffoon resumed her groping activities as Harley placed the towel on the lady's head. 

A short time passed before Harley began speaking up again causing Lea to cease her lecherous tomfoolery. But she was a bit confounded about the whole thing. Couldn't they just dump the bucket on her face and hope enough water got in? Perhaps, but it'd be quite the shock to the girl's system. Best to leave it subtle then, she thought. Lea bent slightly backwards enough that her breasts hid the rest of her lower body from her eyes. The spongeboob then raised her hands above the twin peaks. She took her left hand and tightly grabbed her fingers as hard as she could, wincing at the gesture even though she didn't feel the pain. Hehe, I'm still not used to that. 

Then the lass began to twist her twigs as far as they would go until the faintest drops of water seeped out of the pores in her right hand. Whatever droplets did not land between her cleavage stayed and reabsorbed into her other appendage. But after the process, Lea was left with a mature woman's left hand, a dainty, child-like right hand, and a pair of water balloons, only slight bigger. "Alrighty, let's get you some water!" She dunked her delicate little stumps into the freshwater bucket and had them sit in the moisture for a few good seconds before allowing them to emerge as full bodied, womanly fingers once again.

Lea finally made her way to the stranger, whose jaw was barely agape as the blue haired creep hovered over her. She promptly stuck her index and middle finger in between two sets of teeth and gently squeezed the fluid containers. Slowly, the water dripped out of her skin and into the girl's mouth. Within a handful of seconds, the unconscious one's tongue came to life as it slithered around in search of more water. Lea giggled to herself as the pink thing twitched back and forth but kept the flow going. The way it did so reminded the surfer of something the two had left behind just before all this nonsense occurred. "Hey Harley, you wanna get started on that shark? This is gonna be a while..."

Drip, drip, drip and the pink fish slithered.

[Jade]

She stood up a little too quickly, slamming her head against the wooden ceiling of the cabin, and watched Lea start to give their sunburnt guest the water. With how slow it seemed to be going, Harley was half-tempted to just upend the bucket over the woman, but beyond maybe waking her up, it would've been a waste.

Just standing there awkwardly with nothing to do wasn't getting them anywhere though - and Harley practically jumped at the surfer's suggestion for something to do. "Oh yeah, the shark! Yeah, lemme just- I'll go take care of that. I'll grill it up nice, get some strips going. Let me know if she wakes up, yeah?"

And with that, the big bruiser exited the cabin, walking back out into the warmth of the mid-afternoon sun toward the catch she had brought onto the ship what seemed like hours ago - completely oblivious to the fact that they were merely drifting aimlessly on the idyllic sea just like the girl they had rescued...