My Dress-Up Slobby Sumo (Patreon)

WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS: Marin (My Dress-Up Darling) Slobification (WG, Burping, and Farting), Squashing, and Sexual Content

WORDS: 6000

Upon noticing Gojo’s interest in a gassy, obese fighting game character, Marin puts it upon herself to try out a cosplay to have some fun with him. Once the costume alters her body to better fit the virtual, slobby sumo woman, she decides to see just how much pleasure Gojo can get from getting close and personal with her new form.

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            “Thanks for coming over today,” Marin said, the young woman looking as stunning as ever with her long blonde hair. Fitting for the casual hang out, she had chosen to wear a simple white shirt and jeans. While things looked as usual with her strolling through the comfort of her bedroom, Gojo couldn’t help feeling like his girlfriend was up to something.

            “You said that you had a cosplay you wanted to try out?” Gojo asked, putting down his bag of cosplay supplies and brushing the wrinkles out of his blue hakama.

            “Yeah, it’s a special order I made just for you,” Marin replied as she gestured towards the box sitting on her bed.

            “You got me a cosplay?” he asked, warily glancing at the black and white eye printed on the side of the cardboard.

            “No, this one is for me to wear,” Marin replied with a sly grin. “I just thought it might be something that you’d be interested in seeing.”

            Gojo raised an eyebrow at what he knew was the start of another crazy plan enacted by the energetic woman. “What is the character from?”

            “World Warrior Fists 3: Super Second Strike,” Marin announced.

            “Oh yeah,” Gojo recalled. “You and I spent a few longs nights playing that a couple months back. We almost ran out of time making your last costume because of it. There are plenty of different characters that would make for good cosplay. Who did you have in mind? Dragyu? Gilly? Maybe Vage?”

            “Those are all cute, don’t get me wrong,” Marin began, “but I wanted to dress up as your favorite character.”

            “O-oh, you don’t say,” Gojo replied, nervously scratching the back of his head. “Well, yeah I guess Cymam would be good choice. Though I’m not sure how the revealing outfit would be good for a convention.”

            “No, not him,” Marin teased. “Wait right here and I’ll just show you.”

            Watching Marin hurry out of the room with the box in hand, Gojo’s mind went wild with ideas. He kept telling himself that there was no way that she had noticed. He had purposefully tried to avoid picking the character to avoid raising suspicion. While he waited for her to change, his best attempts could not prevent his mind from focusing in on the worst-case scenario. Unfortunately, his fears were realized as Marin came charging back into the room.

            A grin on the young woman’s face could not properly make up for the stunning sight of her super model body clad in yet another revealing outfit.  The sight of her cleavage being emphasized by the bandages wrapped around her torso was something Gojo had gotten used to since their high school days. However, it was a completely different situation seeing her lower half clad in a mawashi that was the standard attire for sumo wrestlers. The dark blue hue of the oversized garment and the black, topknot wig on her head made it clear who she was trying to imitate.

            “H. Donea?” Gojo called out, receiving a nod in response. “W-why would you think that she’s my favorite character?”

            “Aww, no need to be embarrassed by it,” Marin replied as she grabbed onto the sides of the mawashi to keep it from slipping off. “I saw how you lingered on her for so long when we first played the game,” she continued, teasing him further as she waved her hips back and forth. “I also noticed how you reacted when I decided to use her against you. Especially since you seemed a little too willing to let me hit you with her ‘special’ attacks.”

            “Do you really think that she’s a good fit for you?” Gojo brought up, hoping to very quickly move her onto a different cosplay idea.

            “True, she is a lot bigger than me,” Marin said, pulling up the mawashi again to keep herself somewhat decent. “Even ordering the smallest size of the costume, I’m having trouble getting it to fit. But that’s why you’re here.”

            Careful to avoid accidentally revealing herself, Marin tip toed her way to Gojo. “Besides, it could be interesting cosplaying someone so big and belligerent.”

           “Are you sure you want to be someone so…rude?” Gojo pointed out.

           Putting her lips together, Marin blew a raspberry with her mouth and made him shudder a bit. “Of course. It should get a couple of laughs at the next convention we go to.”

            “R-right, laughs,” Gojo said, grateful to focus on a task and get out of the awkward situation as fast as possible. “I can get started on letting the costume in. Come over here and I can get the proper sizing needed to get it to fit.”

            “Okay,” Marin proclaimed, giving a peace sign as she stood next to Gojo on the bed.

            Taking a deep breath, the young man used his tape measure to begin taking in the dimensions of the sumo wrestler outfit. As awkward as it was moving around the loose-fitting garment, it came with a sense of relief that his secret had remained hidden. So focused on his task, he didn’t notice at first the strange gurling noise coming from Marin. In truth, neither did she until she started to feel the pressure rapidly building in her lower body.

           Clenching her fingers as the pressure built, Marin hoped that the churning in her stomach would go unnoticed. Unfortunately, Gojo’s proximity to the sound beckoned him to lean in closer. Before he could fully grasp what was about to happen or she could get away, he became the unfortunate victim of a squeaky PHHHHRRTTTT slipping out of her rear and directly into his face.

            “Sorry!” Marin said, her face bright red as he stumbled backwards. “Must have been something I had for lunch.”

            To illustrate her point, Marin attempted to pat her hand against her mid-section. The act resulted in a louder than expected slap echoing through the room. Looking down to see why, she and Gojo noticed the layer of fat that was encroaching over her formerly slim mid-section. Poking a finger into the swelling gut, she was thrown back as a small BWOOOOORRPPPP rolled up her throat.

            “What’s happening?” Marin shouted out, staggering on her feet as some of the extra weight made its way onto her hips and thighs.

            “I don’t know,” Gojo replied, frantically looking between the pudgy forming around her face and the sizable bump being made to her already impressive bosom. “Maybe it has something to do with the costume?”            “That doesn’t make any UUUURRPP sense,” Marin belched out, wincing as the once loose fitting mawashi grew tight against her thickening backside. “It’s just a costume, look.”

            Marin’s attempt to pull away what she thought was a wig made her let out a yelp of pain as she ended up pulling at her own hair. “Well, at least it used to be.”

            “Where did you get this costume from anyway?” Gojo asked, trying to keep his gaze away from her heavy, udder-like tits stretching the limits of the bandages around her pudgy torso.

            “It was some online BWOOORRRRPP store I found late one night,” Marin replied, scratching at her thickening chin and transferring jiggles into her flabby belly in the process. “It was pretty OOUUUURRRRPP cheap so I bought it on a whim. I never intended to actually UUURPP wear it out.”

            “Then why did you buy it?” Gojo said, watching in awe as her widening hips and double-wide rear stretched out the mawashi.

            The question brought a grin to Marin’s face. With a heavy stomp of her bulky legs, she began to waddle her way over to Gojo. The concern he had for her well being turned to worry for his own safety as he watched the over 500-pound woman get closer. Slowly backing away from the massive, jiggling gut, he ran out of space to move as his back hit the wall. Frozen by both the shudder going through the room and his own vision being locked onto the shaking blubber, he merely stood there as she pinned him against the wall with her girth.

            “So, you like BWOOOOOOOOOORRPP big girls?” Marin asked, shifting her weight to make it wobble against him.

            “W-what are you getting at?” Gojo replied, receiving a face full of her bosom in response.

            “It’s alright to admit it,” Marin said, her words barely audible with his head smothered by her breasts. “Liking a lot of different UUUUUURPPP body types is more than okay. It gives things a little BWOOOOORRRPP variety.”

            Managing to squeeze his head back out, Gojo took and breath and incidentally got a mouthful of her lingering belch. “Is that why you ordered this costume? To change your body to be like this?”

            “Oh, no,” Marin said, reaching out a pudgy hand to cradle his face. “I just wanted to UUUURPP tease you a little. I had no idea that this was going to happen.” Pausing for a moment, she let out a grunt as a PHHHHHRRRRTTTT rippled out of her backside. “If I did, I probably would have opened a window or something first. These farts smell a lot worse than I would have thought.”

            As Marin attempted to wave away the foul odor, she paused as she felt something poking at her thighs. Keeping Gojo in place with her hands, she slowly pulled her belly away from him. The small distance between them allowed her to see the flushed expression on his face and the small bulge that had appeared in his pants. Looking into his eyes, she finally understood the full extent of his interest in the slobby, gassy sumo. And she was more than willing to help him enjoy this opportunity.

            “Come on, Gojo,” Marin said, taking him by the hand and leading him over to the bed. “Let’s have some fun.”

            “I’m not sure this is a good idea,” he replied, his scrawnier form having little hope of resisting her bulky body’s movements. “We need to figure out where this costume came from. Then maybe we’ll be able to change you back to-“

            Gojo was silenced as Marin let loose with a rumbling BRRRRRAAAAAAAPPPP that that came alongside a playful giggle. Movements swayed by the lingering fumes and the strange aura emanating from the fattened-up woman, he ended up stumbling towards her. Landing against her gut, he felt a shudder at the chance to get so close to the mound of flab once more. Hoping to figure out what was going on with both himself and his girlfriend, he tilted his head up to try and talk things out.

            Grabbing Gojo by his shoulders, Marin lifted him up past her chest to press his face up against hers. While the two of them had kissed before, there was a new eagerness to the act as she locked her plump lips against his. As their tongues intertwined, he was given a hint of what was going on as he heard her stomach rumble once more. Though he tried to break free from the kiss prematurely, he was stopped by her blubbery arms holding him in place. The act wasn’t one of malice, but of Marin attempting to let him fully let loose and enjoy a side of himself neither of them had seen before. With nowhere else to go, he was left in the perfect position to have one of her burps blast out to roll down his throat.

            With a loud smacking noise, Marin pulled away from him. “How was that?” she asked, licking her lips as she released him from her grasp.

            “That was… was…” Gojo began, struggling to find the words even if his flushed face continued to betray his attempt to hide his feelings. “I-I’m not sure.”

            “It’s okay,” Marin replied, gently caressing the side of his face with her soft, pudgy fingers. “Take your time. No need to BWOOOOOORRPPP rush it.”

            Gojo saw his way out of the awkward situation. Marin could be a bit overzealous, but she knew when to hold back when things went too far. Though this would have been his chance to take her up on her offer to stop, he couldn’t fully shake off the feeling emanating from between his legs. A combination of pressing against her pudge and inhaling the noxious cloud that lingered in the air around her, this new side of himself pushed him to say, “Let’s keep going.”

            “Are you BWOOOOORPP sure?” Marin belched out.

            “Y-yeah,” he said, letting his body rest against her flabby torso. “But let’s take things slow, okay?”

            “I know just how to do UUURRPP that,” Marin said, her “wig” shaking in response to her own excited shivering.

            Keeping Gojo in her clutches, Marin rolled her hefty form onto the bed. The response from the cushions was to let out a series of creaking protests that were quickly swallowed up by another billowing fart. Spreading herself across the mattress left very little room for her boyfriend to move and little reason to avoid taking the next step.

            Marin waited for Gojo to make the first move; the wait punctuated by the near constant gurling coming from her stomach. Her patience was rewarded not long after as he ended up cautiously snuggling up to her. Embracing what he could of her torso, she responded in kind by letting her belly folds envelop him while his head sunk in between her meaty breasts.

           For Marin, her partner’s gentle prods and gropes served the purpose of both helping her understand her larger form and further rile up her digestion. Though he could hear the gurgling noise growing louder, he merely let himself be pulled in tight as the pressure continued to build. Pressing him against her gut, she managed to hold herself steady up until the last possible moment.

            The pair’s efforts resulted in a room shaking BRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAPPPP rumbling out to further stink up the area with the sumo woman’s flatulence. As the fart continued to ripple out, the couple seemed to revel in the strange appeal of the disgusting expulsion. However, their enjoyment was put at risk as the sheer force of the fart threatened to knock them off their precarious position.

           Feeling like she was losing her balance, Marin was forced to make a split decision. Rather than let her full bulk slam to the ground, she instead used the leftover force of her release to turn herself over with the intent of having Gojo lay on top of her. She realized her mistake as her flabby form rolled a little too far.

           The second rotation prevented the couple from toppling off of the mattress but left her body fat to completely smother Gojo. Concerned about their evening being ruined by suffocating him, she used the muscles hidden by her blubbery arms to hoist herself up. Looking down ready to apologize, she paused as she noticed the flushed, euphoric expression that lingered on his face.

            “M-more,” Gojo said, his entire body shuddering as droplets of Marin’s sweat trickled onto his body. “P-please… I can take more.”

            Marin’s worries were pushed aside by her grin. Leaning down, she left a kiss on his Gojo’s forehead. “I think I know just how to UUUUUUURPP do it.”

            Rather than risk suffocating him again, Marin wisely decided to leave most of his face uncovered as she crawled along his body. Enjoying the small moans that left his mouth as her belly dragged against his form, she managed to put herself in the right position. Gently resting her form down on his lower body, she got down on her knees and pointed her backside towards him. As he lifted up his head, she could feel his eager breaths blowing against her wobbling rear.

            “3…” Marin began as she reached back to slide the mawashi down her hips.

            “2…” she continued, shuffling her form back and forth to stir up her digestive tract.

            “1…” she went on, reveling in the way his body shuddered beneath her from his growing anticipation.

            “BWOOOOOOOOORRRRRPPP!”

            Marin’s belch ended up being the trigger to unleash another maelstrom of flatulence. In the wake of the release, Gojo’s head was assaulted with the blubbery BRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPP that spurted out. Leaning into the release allowed him to have his cheeks assaulted by the violent vibrations that afflicted her meaty rear. Leaving his mouth open, he freely allowed the fumes to fall onto his tongue. Even as the gas eventually petered off, he was still eagerly inhaling as much of the rancid blast as possible.

            Just as Marin was getting ready to unleash another stink bomb, she paused as she felt something throbbing beneath her. Hoisting herself up, she once more locked her gaze on the noticeable bulge sticking out from Gojo’s crotch. With his head thoroughly wedged between her ass cheeks, she was free to pull down his pants to reveal the erect, throbbing member. Though he had no way of directly speaking with her, he managed to let his feelings be known with a pleading whimper as soon as she slid a pudgy finger along his shaft.

            Working Gojo’s member with her palm, Marin made sure to keep him entertained with a collection of squeaky farts constantly leaking onto his face. Feeling the first few droplets begin to leak from his lower head, she was sure to give him further stimulation by means of belching right onto his member. This attempt to leave him on the verge of release instead gave him the impression that he needed to work for his climax. Still unable to vocalize his request of what she would like him to do, he instead let his new urges take the initiative.

            The confidence that had instilled Marin was momentarily disrupted as she felt the first brush of Gojo’s tongue across her taint. Though she was certain that he was trying to aim for her womanhood, he ended up bringing his mouth straight onto her anus. Another PHHHHHRRRRRRTTTT rippled out from the shock of feeling his lips press against the orifice. She found herself overcome with her own strange pleasure as he began to pucker against it. Her body trembling from her first rim job, she decided to do something to maintain her stability.

            Pushing past any attempt at foreplay, Marin used her mouth to fully swallow up Gojo’s cock. Using a sense of gluttony that perfectly fit her enormous form, she eagerly sucked and licked away at his member. At first, she was certain that she was in the lead. However, the sensation of his tongue constantly lapping at her hole to bring out the gas inside proved to be too much for her.

           Fingers sinking into her bed sheets, Marin’s resulting moan was muffled by the cock in her mouth. The shivers of euphoria that went through her form drained her limbs of their strength. Collapsing the full weight of her ass on top of Gojo, she barely noticed the wad of cum that that came spurting down her throat.

            Releasing Gojo’s cock with a loud popping noise, Marin carefully turned around to assess the damage. Lifting herself up, she was relieved to see that he was still breathing. Even better, there was a sense of ecstasy on his face that made it clear that he had enjoyed their act of intimacy just as much as she did.

            “Are you BWOOOOOORRRPPP alright?” Marin asked.

            “Y-yeah,” Gojo replied, easing himself up into a sitting position. “Just give me a moment to-“

            Gojo and Marin froze as they heard the creaks from the bed. Shifting her weight to the side, Marin heard more of the mattress’ s protests. Realizing what was about to happen, the couple attempted to get away. Unfortunately, the two of them couldn’t untangle from one another fast enough to avoid plummeting to the ground alongside the bed.

            The resulting crash as they hit the floor was emphasized with another PHHHHHRRRRRTTTTTT echoing through the room. Standing up on shaky legs, Gojo forced himself move through the leftover fog to try and get back to Marin. Though the fall had left her hair disheveled and undone some of the bandages around her chest, she seemed unharmed. His instinct was to try to help her up, but he soon realized his futile effort as he got a feel for the hundreds of pounds of sweaty blubber laying before him on the ground.

            “Gojo, it’s UUUURRPPP fine,” Marin called out. “I think you’ve more than earned a rest for a moment. Besides, laying on the floor should work just BWOOOORRRPP fine.”

            “Work for what?” Gojo asked, stepping back and wiping his brow free of sweat.

            “Well, we’re not done yet, right?”

            “Are you sure you want to keep going?”

            “Of BWOOOOOOORRPPP course,” she answered. “Now come over UUUURPP here and help me get undressed. You do the same. I’m not sure how much more your clothes can BOOOUUURRRP take.”

            For Gojo, ridding himself of the sweat-stained and foul-smelling hakam was a simple task. The same ease was not allowed to Marin, who had to struggle to even stand up. Thanks to the bulk that had taken over figure, slipping free from the outfit responsible for their unorthodox evening plans wasn’t easy. It was only thanks to the assistance of Gojo and a half bottle of lube that her mawashi was gradually pulled down her chunky thighs and removed from her plump toes.

           Lifting her arms, Marin let Gojo take on the task of undoing her chest bindings. After only a few rotations, the two of them got to take a peak at the modifications that had been made to her nipples over the course of her changes. When the last bandages were taken away and her udder-like breasts were free to swing about, they both gawked at her plump teats as her bosom bounded against her gut. Unconsciously, Gojo’s mouth hung open as his eyes appeared to be glued to the sight of the jiggling pair. Noticing this, Marin seized the opportunity to continue their fun.

            Grabbing the awestruck Gojo, Marin attempted to place his head in-between her breasts. While she was eager to let him experience the pillowy pair, she was hindered by her own blubber. Try as she might to fully squeeze him into her cleavage, her belly’s heft ensured that he was a few inches off from their goal. Undeterred and motivated by the pleasurable feeling she got from having his hair prickle her flesh, she pushed her blubbery arms to try and get him in as close as possible.

            Though Marin couldn’t get Gojo properly sandwiched between her breasts, the force of pushing him up against her gut had a secondary benefit. With each shove, the pair managed to envelop themselves in a new aura of the sumo woman’s gas. In spite of her earlier release, there didn’t seem to be any shortage to the number of bubbles that eagerly rumbled out of both of her ends. While Gojo had fully given away his strange fascination with the rancid odor, Marin was starting to gain her own affinity for the sense of relief that came with each rude expulsion.

            Sliding his head past Marin’s tits, Gojo managed to meet her face to face. Now given proper perspective, they were able to realize that at some point Marin had grown two heads taller than him. This addition was used to her advantage as she leaned her blubbery neck forward to loom over him. Giving another press into her stomach, she managed to shower him in a loud BWOOOOOOOOOORRRPPP that blew back his hair and tossed the two of them off balance.

            Just as it appeared that Marin would crush Gojo once more, common sense got her to strain her bulky legs to make them swing the opposite way. Her slam onto the ground shook the room and knocked a few of her anime figures off their perches, but the two of them came off the fall relatively unharmed. The only consequence of having Gojo fall onto her was yet another PHHHHHHRRRRRRTTTT being pushed out to further stink up the room. This proved to be just what they needed to get them in the mood for their next move.

            As soon Marin released Gojo from her grasp, he got to work moving his mouth along her body. The sweat she had accrued from their earlier session meant little to him as he continued to pepper her glistening flesh with attention. From the tips of her plump fingers up to her broad shoulders, he made sure not to leave a single inch untouched.

           Making his way down Marin’s chins, Gojo inevitably reached her meaty mammaries. In a heightened state thanks to the fumes seeping into his nostrils, he acted a bit bolder than usual as he moved forward with his open mouth. A solid minute was spent on each of her breasts, with his adoration for the meaty mammaries was shown by him passionately he suckled on each teat. With his fingers sinking into the fatty breasts, she made sure to properly thank him with a series of soft moans interspersed between her burps.

           Urged to move along by pleading taps along his back, Gojo slowly slid down the expanse of Marin’s belly. Dipping his tongue into her sweat-slicked navel, he continued to move down past her foopah. Having to sink his head beneath her gut to get between her thighs, he plunged into her groin. Though he couldn’t see where exactly he was going, he knew that he found his mark as he rubbed his face up against her leaking womanhood.

           Gojo had eaten out Marin before, but her changes brought with them some new challenges. The womanhood’s added size provided more room for his mouth to explore; using her various moans and squeaks of gas for signs of where he was supposed to move. As he worked, the confined space between her legs became a hot box from a combination of sweat and gas that filtered in. Left to blindly fumble around, he did manage to find the exact spot he needed to focus on, but it didn’t last very long. He only managed to make a few passes with his tongue before a set of pudgy hands grabbed him by his shoulder and pulled him back up.

           “I think we’ve done enough OOUUUURRRPP warming up,” Marin belched out, her breathing just as heavy as Gojo’s. “Let’s go for it.”

           “Are you sure you’re ready?” Gojo asked in response.

           Summoning a smirk on her chubby face, Marin answered his question by spreading out her legs as wide as they would go. Giving him a gentle push back, she hoisted up her gut to leave as much of her nether region visible as possible. Straining to keep her belly fat up with one hand, she used the other to gesture for Gojo to come and give their bodies exactly what they wanted.

           Getting on his knees, Gojo was given some stability as Marin raised her thick legs. Though he had no hope of lifting the blubbery limbs, their bent position gave him something to hold onto as he got into position. It was still difficult to see her womanhood thanks to the shelf of fat hanging above it, but he managed to get the exact angle he needed. Unfortunately, his first thrust came moments before her strength gave out and she was forced to let her gut drop.

           Gojo’s cock ended up missing its mark by a wide margin. Instead, his member found itself into the deep, sweaty depths of Marin’s belly button. Waiting for the jiggles to come to a stop gave them a chance to realize what he had just done. Though he tried to pull away to try again, he was stopped by Marin’s legs pressing onto his sides.

           “Keep BWOOOOORPP going,” Marin belched, licking her lips in anticipation.

           Caught up in some of Marin’s enthusiasm, Gojo did as he was told and began to rock his hips back and forth. Even if it was the wrong hole, the flabby belly proved more than capable of providing his member with pleasure. After just a few gyrations, Marin showed her own enjoyment of the unorthodox position as the rapid jiggling elicited another string of moans from her lips. Unsure whether this was due to added sensitivity or her own mind reveling in the belly fucking session, Gojo continue to jolt his hips until he hit his release.

           Gojo’s moan of pleasure preceded his cum pouring into the flabby belly’s crevasse and another BRRRRRAAAAAAAPPP out of her gut. As his legs started to give out on him, he still managed to keep enough of his mind together to realize the mess he had made. Before he could have a chance to apologize, he was pushed back by the very same gut as Marin lifted herself up.

           Seemingly uncaring of trickles running onto the floor, the gassy blob got down on all fours and began to move herself around. Dragging her belly along the ground and incidentally spreading out the mess on her carpet, she managed to get her meaty ass cheeks pointed directly at Gojo. If there was any doubt about what she wanted next, the act of her spreading her butt cheeks and letting a puff of flatulence slip out made it crystal clear.

           With Marin seemingly blocking off access to her womanhood on purpose, Gojo was left with only one choice. Grabbing onto her lardy love handle, he slid his cock along her ass crack. A combination of squeezing his shaft between the fleshy mounds and the farts that slipped out managed to gradually bring him up to his full length once more. Feeling her body tremble in anticipation of receiving the girthy member, he let his tip wait at the entrance of her anus. It was only by the barest margin that she was able to stretch her thick neck far enough to allow him to see the nod to make the plunge.

           Slowly, Gojo guided his member into her waiting anus. As much as her body seemed to revel in each inch that he gave her, the gas inside was sure to greet it with warm air. Shoving himself in up to his base, the farts still tried to leak out, albeit in the form of small squeaks. Hearing the obese woman grit her teeth with each inch that was pushed in, he waited once more for her signal before taking the next step.

           Moving his hips back and forth, Gojo managed to gradually work up his speed. After just a few repetitions, the room became filled with the hearty slaps of his body up against Marin’s. Each thrust sent quakes through her doughy belly and breasts to reach the peak of her head. Having given up on any sign of subtlety, she freely let her moans and belches roll out in unison with Gojo’s own, cries of euphoria.

           Feeling his own body reach its limits, Gojo managed to make one final thrust before he found his release. His climax came shortly followed by a powerful cry from the other side that blended Marin’s belches and moans to create a cacophony of pleasure. With the last few drops of his cum drained by the resulting shudder of her body, he couldn’t help himself from slouching forward to rest his face against the expanse of her sweaty back fat.

           Gojo barely flinched as Marin collapsed to the ground, just as exhausted as he was. Even as his cock slipped out to let loose the trickle of cum and the pent-up gas, he wasn’t in a hurry to move from his spot. Hearing the steady breaths from Marin, he assumed that she was locked in a similar state of post-release bliss. Though in the wake of their moment of intimacy he was able to clear his mind, trying to figure out how to change her back could wait until they both had a chance to rest.

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            “What did they BWOOOOOOORRRPPP say?” Marin called out from the bathroom.

            “Well after they were done apologizing for five minutes straight,” Gojo began, “they told me that the effects should wear off after a few hours. Once the wig starts to become, well, a wig again, we just take it off and the rest of your body should start shrinking down.”

            “That’s good to UUUUURPP hear. We had a lot of fun, but I think being this size permanently would limit my cosplay BWOOOOOOORRPPPP options.”

            “Still, it’s hard to believe that just a costume could do something like this,” Gojo commented, glancing over at the filthy, sweat-riddled mawashi hanging over the side of Marin’s laundry basket. “I wonder what other kinds of items they have in stock. It could open up a lot of options for-“

            “Gojo, I need your help! Get in here OOUUUURRP quick!”

            Hurried along by Marin’s call, Gojo hurried to rush through the bathroom door. Walking through the mist of steam and flatulence, he spotted her blobby form in the same place he had left her. Though she had managed to lose some of her mass, her body still managed to take up most of the tub. That didn’t prevent her from purposefully letting out a BRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAPPP to bubble up the water that had managed to cover up part of her body.

            “Impressive, huh?” Marin asked with a proud smile. “Almost makes me sad I can’t do this all the time.”

            “I don’t think the people at the modeling agency would understand,” Gojo said with a shake of his head.

            “Yeah, you’re probably UUUUURPPP right,” Marin replied with a shrug. “Hey, can you hand me that bottle over there? It might not be my real hair, but it could probably use a good BWOOOORRRPPP scrub with some shampoo.”

            More than happy to oblige, Gojo grabbed the bottle and walked over to the tub. As soon as he got in range, Marin sprung her trap and wrapped her arms around his body. Pulling him into the bath, she held him close to douse him with what little water remained.

            “Figured you needed a bath OOOUUURRRP too,” she said, the slobby, sumo woman’s smile mimicked by her loving boyfriend.