Way skinny and beautiful.
Out of the two of them, Ino was the only one who was a certified shinobi, meaning that of the two of them Ino was the only one who got any sort of extreme training to keep that trim body of her's so...well, trim. It was her who suggested that Sakura join the Ninja Academy when they were kids, the only difference between them at the time being dedication and follow-through. Sakura found it far too difficult to continue and eventually pulled herself out of the academy when she was still young where Ino went on to graduate and eventually become a chunin.
It was a little unsettling for Sakura to be around Ino sometimes, being that they were so different and led such different lives. She got to be close to hotties like Sasuke before he mysteriously disappeared, and that new guy she'd seen around the village; Sai. Whereas she led a simple existance about town, stepping out only to go shopping with her friends or pick up some groceries. But other than that, they were really close.
"Hey Billboard Brow!" Ino teased as she sauntered up to the pinkheaded porker, long blonde ponytail flapping in the breeze, "Long time no see, Hokage says I'm free today, wanna grab lunch?"
But whereas Ino had emerged with grace and dignity, if not a little loudly, Sakura's lifestyle had prevented her from doing so. While she was a pretty girl, refined and intelligent, Sakura's girth kept her from doing a lot of things. Like walking long distances and jogging. From the mere twenty feet from her house to here, Sakura's expanse had grown a little tired of the hot Konoha sun. Underneath her pillowy upperarms, she had started to sweat a little, and her round cheeks had appled with exertion. Her breasts bobbed up and down as she struggled to catch her breath to voice a breathy, "You're buying Ino-pig!"
And so Ino stopped walking to allow her horizontally generous friend time to catch up with her, turning around and leading the tubby girl to some sustenance. "Geez Sakura, sweaty much?" she asked, noticing how much persperation was dripping from underneath her pink hair. "Oh yeah, my bad, it's hot today!" she lifted one meaty arm to wipe the sweat from her brow and let it fall back down uselessly to her side, sending a tidal wave through her adiposity. "Uh-huh, I'm sure that's it." Ino said as she eyed Sakura's gut, bulging from underneath her red top, "Don't you need muscles to wear a muscle shirt?" she teased, pinching some of the jiggly flab that caked itself around Sakura's upperarm.
"Shut up Ino!" Sakura turned bright red as she pulled her fat away from her pinchy friend, "Quit pinching me!" the blond giggled, "Oh whatever, Sakura, where're we eating?" the pinkheaded girl looked around until she spied her favorite spot, "The BBQ restraunt, again?" Ino sighed, "Geez, it's like I'm eating with Choji."
"And what's that supposed to mean?" Sakura huffed, puffing out her breasts and placing her hands on her generously padded hips, "Tenten eats here all the time too!" Ino snorted, "Sh'yeah, and have you seen the size of that girl?" Sakura looked down, "Good point... okay, is there some kind of salad place around?"
The blond shinobi giggled, "Of course the only restraunt you don't know is one that serves salads!" Ino teased her again by slapping her across the pale upperarm, making it jiggle wildly, "It's cool with me, I don't mind eating barbecue again- but just this once, next time I get to pick!"
"Yum!" Sakura's belly rumbled loudly as she headed towards the restraunt, forgetting the heavy late breakfast she had already consumed with her family. "Hey, wait up!" Ino grumbled, chasing after her hunger-crazed friend, "Geez, now you decide to pump those leg muscles?!" | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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