SCRIPT: SKKW - Sucette Glacée (Patreon)

Penn and Veryl eat popsicles.

Like. A lot of popsicles.

That's the plot.

PI: Penn

VA: Veryl

DC: Dr Clown

Important note: Penn and Veryl refer to each other with their shoot names a lot. Lou is Penn, Derrick is Veryl.

CW: Stuffing, bloating, excessive belching, force feeding, slurs

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Penn sits on the floor of Veryl's office. It is a humid day and an electric fan is generating a light breeze. He is slightly drenched in sweat, topless and wearing denim short shorts.

PI: H-How pleasant it is today... Y-Y'know, I could really go for something nice a-and refreshing right about now.

Veryl conveniently enters the office. He's wearing a tank top and knee length shorts. He drags in a big cooler.

VA: Like a popsicle?

PI: Yes, actually. A p-p-popsicle would be very nice right about now.

VA: Well, you're in luck! Because I just went to the store and bought 40 boxes worth.

Veryl opens up a cooler full of ice to reveal all the boxes.

PI: What!? Why on earth would y-you buy 40 of them??? One or two would suffice, s-surely.

VA: GWAHAHAHA! Glad you asked. There's actually a sweepstakes going on. A 'potentially win money sort of thing'. Whether or not you've won is hidden on the stick of each popsicle once the ice part has been eaten away. Each box has 4 popsicles in it. And I made a purchase of 40 boxes. So that comes down to 160 popsicles. 160 chances to see if the winds of fate blow in our direction.

PI: A v-very daunting number w-when you put it like that. I d-don't really see the point to this though?

VA: Well, look, when I was dropping off a bit of the old hush money to Jimmy the other day, he called me a faggot in spandex. He said the only way I could ever make money was through, and I quote, fake and gay wrestling shit. And you know what, I took that as a challenge - I am not gay, and I can absolutely make fast cash without having to rely on putting men's bodies in my mouth.

PI: A-Are you even l-listening to yourself right now? Jimmy's just an immature b-brat, you need to ignore him. He's an asshole who g-gets off to saying edgy g-garbage to those he collects the d-debts of. I don't… I don't even understand how s-someone like that works for the FBI.

VA: No you don't understand, it's really important that I show Jimmy that I am not only correct, but also that I am better than him.

PI: Okay, I hear y-you out, b-but why was your f-first thought buying 40 b-boxes worth of popsicles?

VA: You said it yourself earlier, it's a lovely day for a popsicle.

PI: Derrick, I uh don't know about this…

Veryl takes out one of the boxes and slaps his hand on

the top of it.

VA: As you can imagine there's a lot here.

He shakes the box and the popsicles can be heard shuffling inside.

VA: Looks like we'll just have to eat them all. 160 between us. 80 for each of us.

PI: ALL… of them? If results are the only thing that concern you, couldn't w-we just… Umm… Melt all of them with a hairdryer in a bathtub, or something?

VA: No. Don't be ridiculous. That would make a sticky mess. A nightmare to clean. I think it would take longer too. Lou, listen, come on, most importantly, that would be a complete waste of perfectly good popsicles.

PI: I uh… S-suppose you are right there.

VA: And you're hot, and hungry, aren't you? I know I am. Well, in more ways than one.

Penn's face flushes a pink hue.

PI: I… actually cannot argue with that.

VA: Great. I'll come sit.

Penn and Veryl sit on the floor as Veryl moves the cooler closer to the both of them. Veryl tears open the box in his hand and takes out a popsicle

VA: Let's get started then.

Penn opens a box for himself and unwraps a popsicle. He then proceeds to put it in his mouth a lick/suckle it.

VA: What are you doing?

PI: Eating the popsicle…? W-what else would it look like?

VA: You're eating it wrong.

PI: I beg your pardon?

VA: It looks like you're sucking on a cock. If you're slowly going to savour each one like that, we're not going to get through this in a timely manner. Watch. This is how you do it.

Veryl shoves the entire thing in his mouth and pulls the stick away cleanly. He I swallows the popsicle down in a single gulp

VA: Now, you try.

PI: What!?

VA: You heard me.

PI: I’m sorry Derrick, but I'm not able to d-deepthroat a popsicle, i-it's simply impossible for me.

VA: Don't describe it like that, you make it sound way gayer than it is. Besides, how do you know, you haven’t tried it.

PI: It's more like… I-I don't want to…?

VA: Fine: here is a compromise. Just bite them in half.

Veryl unwraps and eats another popsicle to demonstrate.

PI: That, I can do.

VA: But can you do it efficiently?

PI: Efficiently?

VA: We have to get through these quickly. They'll melt otherwise. Watch.

Veryl quickly gets through about 4 popsicles. Greedily tearing open the packaging and scarfing down the popsicles

VA: Your turn. Think you can keep up?

Penn, refusing to be bested by his best friend, nudges his glasses up and smirks. 

PI:...J-Just watch me.

Penn also proceeds to eat as much as he possibly can. Even more than Veryl initially did. His stomach evidently begins to grow. Once he is done. He puts a hand on his belly and pats it

VA: Hah. Impressive. How many have you had so far?

PI: Hmm… Let me check… That’s 2 boxes so… 8.

VA: Already? Wow. You’re already a 10th of the way there, I’ve got some catching up to do. This will be a cinch.

The two of them keep eating. Their bellies starting to expand out a little. After Penn eats his 20th popsicle he belches and blushes after

PI: HURRP Oh excuse me.

VA: Nice. But I can do one better than that.  UUUUUOOORP

He then immediately gets another popsicle and put it in his mouth

PI: Listen, Derrick.

VA: Hm?

PI: You’re starting to feel it too, aren’t you?

Veryl finishes gulping down the popsicle in his hand. He puts a free hand on his belly

VA: Yeah… It’s getting a bit tight. Which isn't something I normally have a problem with.

PI: Maybe we should stop?

VA: Stop? Are you kidding me? We're…

Veryl counts the empty boxes both of them have.

VA: We're… A quarter of the way there. Let’s keep going. We can force ourselves to make room.

Veryl thumps his chest

VA: BUUUUURRRRP See?

They keep eating and their bellies get bigger in turn too. Penn actually starts to feel a little discomforted and unbuttons his shorts, letting his stomach hang out

PI: UUUUURP huff… can we take a break? I-It's doing a number on my figure. Yours as well!

Veryl's belly is significantly bigger

VA: Hmph. It is of little care to me. We must keep going. In fact, how about I help you? You have to catch up a little.

Veryl has eaten about 40 at this point, Penn, 32

VA: So I'll feed you instead. And maybe… We should stop doing these one at a time too.

Veryl gets up and sits on Penn's legs, their bloated bellies touching. Penn blushes. Veryl grabs a box of popsicles and takes/unwraps all 4.

VA: Oped wide.

Penn opens his mouth. Only for Veryl to forcefully shove a popsicle in his mouth. He covers his hand over Penn's mouth and slides the stick out between his fingers, forcing Penn to eat the popsicles his way. He does this fast in succession so Penn has no time to react and is forced to swallow.

VA: I thought you said that was impossible for you? Looks like you just needed some encouragement.

He does the same with the other 3.

PI: OOOAAARP… I c-can handle myself now, thank you.

VA: That's fine, but I'm still going to sit here.

He gives Penn's belly a light pat and he blushes. Veryl then opens one of his boxes and eats two of the popsicles at once, he does the same with the other two. Veryl and Penn keeping eating.

VA: UUUURP

Veryl looks down and sees his belly now barely holding his tank top. He points at it.

VA: Hey, Lou, do me a favour and take this off for me, will you?

PI: My pleasure, Derrick.

As Penn removes the tank top, Veryl's bloated belly hangs loose.

VA: Ah. That's much better.

As Veryl grabs for another box he notices just how many are empty.

VA: We're three quarters of the way there. And unfortunately I haven't seen any winners at all…

PI: I haven't either. They must be in the latter quarter, surely.

As they eat more their bellies grow even bigger. Penn gulps down his 68th popsicle. His belly starts to shake and rumble. The two men look at each other surprised as Penn let's a huge belch parse his lips and he flops on his back.

PI: Ohhh…. HUUUUAAAAARRRRP. I can’t do this a-anymore, Derrick. This is awful.

He rubs a hand on his bloated belly.

PI: UUUUUURRRP.

VA: Well, it sounds like you’ve just made a bit more room. So how about I help you again?

PI: P-Please, I can’t e-eat any more of these.

VA: Look, you’ve only got 3 boxes left - you’re almost done. You’ve made it so far, it would be a waste to quit now.

PI: That’s still 12 poOOOOUURRPpsicles. I'm so f-full, I just can't.

Veryl's expression changes to a serious one. He also fully climbs on top on Penn now. The men's bellies touch.

VA: It wasn't a suggestion. You. WILL. Eat. These. Popsicles.

Veryl unwraps three popsicles and forces them into Penn's mouth, with swallows. Before he can catch his breath, Veryl does it again. And again. And again. Until none are left. Penn looks incredibly weary. His stomach ballooned out considerably. Veryl's belly resting on top of it.

PI: Urghh… Mmm…

VA: Now it is I who has to catch up.

He grabs up the remaining boxes and gulps down his remaining ten. Once he has, he puts his hands on his belly and rubs his engorged gut. Both men start to feel cramped as their bellies rumble and swell a bit bloating out after their big undertaking. It catches them off guard and Penn ends up belching in Veryl's face.

PI: UUUUUUUOOOOAAAARRRP

Veryl rolls off of Penn and onto his back next to him. Two men are lying down on their backs surrounded by popsicle sticks

VA: Ah…

PI: UUUUURP Derrick… I feel like… I'm going to burst… The water weight i-is getting to me a bit, I feel all puffy.

VA: Don't be so over dramatic, you'll be HUUUORRP fine.

PI: I can't believe we did it. R-Regrettably, but w-we still did it.

VA: Hmm…

PI: W-What's bothering you?

VA: Hey, Lou, did you notice that none of the sticks were winners. Not a single one I looked at, as we were going, came back as such.

PI: I-Impossible! There must be s-some kind of mistake? We g-gotta recount them i-immediately - there’s no way every single one was a dud. I mean, all of mine were, but surely at least one of yours must have been it.

The two men scramble around the floor, bellies dragging on the ground, looking to see if they can find any sticks that say they won. But they don't.

VA: Not a single one...

PI: Does that mean… 

Penn pats his belly

PI: we did all of this for nothing…?

VA: That seems to be the case. Yes.

PI: UUURP Urgh...Now what

Veryl tries to get up but he feels too heavy and can't

VA: Hmm.. I think I overshot just how much we'd be eating today.

He pokes a finger into his gut.

VA: Look at us.

The door opens, Dr Clown walks in and sees a messy display of Veryl and PI sprawled on the floor surrounded by empty boxes, wrappers, and popsicle sticks.

DC: My oh my, What has happened here?

PI: Hey doc, what's up-

Dr Clown enters the office with groceries.

DC: I have returned... from the convenience store. You look like a couple of wet tissues. Would one of you mind explaining what exactly it is I’m looking at here?

Veryl pats his belly.

VA: Hard work. Jokes aside-

DC: You two realize you didn’t have to eat all of those, right?

PI: TH-THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT I T-TRIED TO SAY!

DC: And yet you still went along with it. Weak willed and as incompetent as ever.

Dr Clown leaves the office.

VA: He left… He literally just left.

PI: Ngh… ah…

VA: What's up with you?

Penn starts fondling his belly

PI: BUUUURRRRP.

VA: Oh. You need help with that?

PI: W-Well, if you're offering.

Veryl scootches himself from across to floor over to Penn and rubs his belly gently.

PI: Hah… ah…

VA: Favours for favours.

Veryl spreads himself a litlle, his belly wobbling a little

VA: Now, do me.

Veryl plops his belly down super close to Penn's face. Without question or hesitation Penn lovingly rubs it. Veryl leans his face in close to Penn's who blushes thinking maybe he will go in for a kiss?

VA: HUUUUUUAAAAAARRRRP I thought I'd just return the gesture from earlier.

Penn becomes extremely turned on from Veryl belching in his face. Suddenly Dr Clown enters the room again this time, a single popsicle stick in hand.

DC: You two sound like you are having fun.

VA: It's not what it looks like-

DC: Anyhoo, look what was in my popsicle.

Penn and Veryl turn their heads to face Dr Clown, focusing their vision on the stick.

It's a winner.

THE END

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Afterword

Thank you for reading Sucette Glacée! Please don't ask me where the initial Idea of Penn and Veryl eating a shit ton of popsicles came from because honestly I don't remember either! I felt like making something very different and silly overall!

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