Marin's Perfectly Accurate Cosplay (Patreon)

NOTE: We’ve gone into the future, guys and gals, and Marin is 18 - fuck it, actually, she’s 20. Everyone’s in college, they're cosplaying in college, everything’s fine. No high-schoolers here. Now go have fun.

“AAAAAAH! It was so GOOD!” Marin squealed, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet. “Right, Gojo? Hey, what was your favorite part? You played it too, right? When they announced Saint ♡ Slippery's Academy for Girls - The Young Ladies of the Humiliation Club: Debauched Miracle Life 3, I NEVER thought that it could be as good as the first two, but it was SO AMAZING! And-”

The world started to spin around Marin. She nearly collapsed forward into her food, but just barely managed to catch herself first. Her lungs ached and she heaved for breath. From across from her, her partner in crime, Gojo, raised his hands nervously and said, “Breathe! Take it slowly! Please don’t pass out into your lunch! Or at all, actually!”

“I’m… FINE…!” Marin coughed. She took a few seconds to gather herself, then straightened up again. “Sorry! I just got so excited! I still can’t believe that they not only finally released a new Slippery Girls game with the fan favorites front the first two games but that it’s actually a GOOD game! I mean, after what that studio did to Tentacle Idols - Searching for Fame Through Punishing our Fans, I had such low hopes, but they really did it!”

Gojo let out a deep sigh of relief and picked up his fork again. “I’m glad that it turned out good. This game’s all you’ve been talking about for the last few months, so I’m happy for you.”

His words were like a bolt through Marin’s heart. Her cheeks warmed up and she squirmed in her seat. “Aw, thanks, Gojo!” God, she wuvved him so much! “Hey, hey- what was your favorite part? Mine was when my heart Shizuku declared that she’d fulfill every one of her master’s desires. That scene just had so much raw power, and then she followed through even when the MC pulled out such a weird fetish! What did you think, Gojo?”

“Hmm?” Gojo swallowed his mouthful of food, then continued, “Oh, I haven't played it.”

Marin froze in despair. “Haven’t… played it?”

Gojo nodded. “Yeah.”

The gears in Marin’s head chugged for a few moments. Then she slammed her hands onto the table and stood up, leaning into Gojo’s face. “WHAT!? WHY!? You played through all of Slippery Girls 1 and 2, so why not this one? You even told me you had fun with them! So why have you forsaken my beloved Shizuku?”

“Wh-Wh-What?” Gojo stammered, leaning back from Marin’s sudden advance. His eyes darted up and down between Marin’s eyes and somewhere else as he hastily answered, “I only played those games to make SHizuku’s dress as accurate as possible! I don’t really play many games in the first place!”

“That’s… fair,” Marin relented, collapsing back into her seat. She deflated into a sad puddle on the table. “I guess I can’t expect you to play it just because it’s my favorite series… I was so excited to talk about it though…”

Gojo let out another heavy sigh. “You have other friends that play games, right? You can talk about it with them.”

Marin’s cheeks puffed up as she scowled at Gojo. “It’s not the same, dummy…”

Gojo just tilted his head in confusion, but it wasn’t like Marin could blame him. She’d harbored a secret crush on him since high school, content just with the gushy feelings she got from hanging around him. Still, though, the reason why they had become friends and started to hang out was because of Slippery Girls 2, so this was like a sort of anniversary or something…

Marin blinked. Oh yeah. If she did a cosplay for Slippery Girls 3, then Gojo would need to play it to make her dress! Actually, even better - if Marin cosplayed Shizuku’s updated look, then Gojo would just need to tweak her existing cosplay but would still need to play the game! She loved that cosplay to pieces since it was her very first, but it was just getting an update, so it was fine! And it was for a good cause, too! It was perfect!

“Hey, Gojo… how much work do you think it would be to update my Shizuku outfit for her new look?”

Gojo stopped with his fork halfway to his mouth. He set it down, thinking. “Well… I don’t know how much she’s changed, but so long as she’s not wearing a completely new dress, then it shouldn’t take very long at all… but I’ll need to-” He froze. Sweat beaded his brow as he looked over at Marin. “You…”

Marin beamed up at him and held up two fingers. “I’m counting on you, bestie! Bring my precious Shizuku to life better than ever!”

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“... and it was such a dramatic flair when the main character flipped her skirt in the cafe like that.”

“I know, right!?” Marin fangirled, grinning ear to ear. She was sooo happy right now! “Like, they so didn’t have to do that, but it really made the MC stand out as such a dom in that path! That single moment really set the tone and prepped us for what was about to happen! And the MC had never tried to top before, so it was such an iconic moment!”

Gojo put a hand to his chin, deep in thought. “From what it looked like, the material of Shizuku’s clothes likely hasn’t changed, and the design is roughly the same, so I can just alter the dress. Actually, I made a lot of mistakes when making it the first time, so I can even make a few improvements as well…”

“Lucky!” Marin stopped at the crosswalk and spun to face Gojo. “If you want, you can come over and get the dress today. You don’t have any more classes today, right?”

“Hmm? No, I don’t,” Gojo replied, drifting back to the present. “Oh, but there are a few things that I need to do more research on before I can start, so I’ll need a few days before I can start making adjustments.”

“Research?” Marin asked, tilting her head. “What for?”

The light on the crosswalk changed and the two began walking again. “Well, there’s that scene after… oh, your favorite scene, right?”

“The scene where Shizuku lends herself entirely to her master and lets herself be used for his every kink and whim?” Marin gushed, eyes sparkling. “It was such a niche scene, but so utterly amazing! Like, I can’t even with that whole scene! Oh, but what about it?”

“It’s just that I don’t know if your dress can stretch like Shizuku’s dress does… actually, I don’t think it can. No, it definitely can’t. So I need to find out what material or techniques allow for that kind of elasticity while retaining the same appearance before I can start.”

“Eh?”

Gojo continued, deep in thought. “In the worst-case scenario, I might even need to make a whole new dress… and I also don’t know how expensive the new materials will be…”

“Eeeh? Gojo, wait-”

“If the material is different enough, I may even need new tools, or if it’s a technique, I’ll need to learn it…”

Marin grabbed Gojo’s arm and stopped, yanking him back. “Gojo, wait! Stop, stoooop!”

The taller man barely managed to keep his balance as he stumbled back. “Wh-What? What’s wrong?”

Marin’s brow twitched. This wasn’t good. She’d been planning on the dress-making process being a casual thing so that she could spend plenty of time with Gojo under the pretense of ‘watching you fix up my all-time favorite cosplay’. But now it was all this? Also, she hadn’t rebuilt her savings since funding her last cosplay yet. She couldn’t afford so much new stuff! But Gojo was a total perfectionist when it came to his work, even for hobbies. She needed to dissuade him fast!

“Y-Y-... You don’t really know that the dress can’t stretch like that, do you?”

Gojo blinked. “No, I’m almost positive that it can’t-”

“But you’re not TOTALLY positive, right?” Marin interjected, a twitching smile on her face.

“Well… it’s true that I don’t know much about how elastic that kind of material is, but with the stitching it has, I’m still mostly sure-”

“But you’re not POSITIVE, RIGHT?”

A bead of sweat ran down Gojo’s face. Finally, he responded, “I-I… I suppose not…?”

“Then we’ll have to test it!” Marin declared, releasing Gojo’s arm and crossing her own arms under her modest chest. “And if it can handle it, then everything will be fine again!”

“Again…?” Gojo questioned, but he shook his head and said,  “But wait though- by test it, do you mean…?”

Oh. Right. The reason for all of this was… Marin’s face began to glow a bright red. But she couldn’t stop now! She was far too close to dissuading him! “Y-Yeah! We’ll just have to do it! F-For Shizuku!”

“Eeeeh?” Gojo had a blush of his own cropping up his cheeks, but Marin couldn’t blame him. After all, with how he was going on about needing to test the dress's elasticity, he would know full well how they would need to test it.

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The two of them stood in Marin’s bathroom awkwardly, neither sure of what to do. Finally, Gojo broke the silence. “So, uh… wh-what would we… I mean, how do we…”

“I’m thinking, I’m thinking!” Marin blurted out. Her mind was racing and her heart was ramming into her ribs. This was NOT how today was supposed to turn out! Uh… Uuuuhhh…

Fine! FINE! Just get it over with! “Wait here for a moment, Gojo!” she declared as she marched out of the bathroom. She already had her Shizuku dress on and her wide skirt brushed the hallway wall as she scooted into her kitchen. She tore through her cupboards until she found what she was looking for, then returned to the bathroom. She thrust two of the items she’d dug up into Gojo’s hands. “Here. We’ll use these.”

Gojo looked in shock down at the items-  a funnel and a large, empty tub that had formerly been holding hair ties (those ties now lived on the floor). Then he looked up at the clear tub in Marin’s hands. “Wait- where did you get that from?”

“Remember the Hazuki Shino cosplay from a while ago? This was a prop from the shoot we did. I didn’t want to just toss it, but it didn’t fit well with the cosplay itself, so I put it somewhere out of the way.”

“O-Ok, and… what exactly am I supposed to do with these…?” he said while gesturing to the funnel and tub in his hands.

Marin’s face started to heat up again. “W-Well… it’s not like we have that weird syringe thing the MC used to fill up Shizuku, so… we’ll just have to make do.”

Gojo blinked. Pink started to cover his cheeks again. “You don’t mean-”

“Oh, come on, Gojo!” Marin interrupted, smacking him lightly on the chest even as her own face felt hotter and hotter. “I-It’s just an enema! It’s, like, a medical procedure or something! Neither of us are into it like the MC is, so it’ll be totally fine! You just need to pour water in until I… I, uh, reach Shizuku’s size…”

Gojo swallowed hard. “R-Right. That’s it. That’s all it is.”

“Right!” Marin took the end of the tube and reached around herself. Before she did anything though, she bit her lip and looked at Gojo. “Could you, uh… look the other way for a moment? I need to…”

“Oh, y-yeah, of course!” Gojo stuttered, whipping around.

Marin, her face still flushed, reached under her skirt and pulled her panties aside. Then she grinned nervously. “Y-You can peak a little if you want, Gojo. I won’t tell anybody.”

Gojo noticeably stiffened. “I-I will not!”

Marin laughed, then carefully began to slide the tube into her rear. It was cold and rough. She wished she had grabbed the lube from her room too, but it was a bit too late for that now.

Still, after going slowly and with plenty of wiggling, Marin managed to get the tube a good few inches inside of herself. She sighed, glad it was over. “Ok, I’m done, Gojo.”

The black-haired man slowly turned around. Marin laughed again at seeing his nervousness. He was so awkward! She really wouldn’t have minded if the man she wuvved snuck a peek or two…

“Ok, so… what now?” Gojo asked cautiously.

“Uh… in the game, Shizuku is on her hands and knees, but…” Marin looked down at herself and the floor. “I really don’t want to damage or dirty the dress by kneeling on it, though...”

“Should… Should we look it up?” Gojo asked.

Marin shook her head. “No, no, it’s fine. We can just start and we can go from there. Just, uh… fill the tub and… y’know…”

“R-Right. Yeah. Just… Fill the tub…” Gojo stiffly approached the bath and turned it on. He started to fill it, then turned and asked, “Should it be a certain temperature or something?”

“Uh… maybe?” Marin responded. “Actually… does it? Can you even feel heat or cold in there?”

“I don’t know, but… it’s a part of your body, so it probably can’t handle anything your skin can’t, so… I’ll just go with warm water to be safe.”

With the tub filled with warm water, Gojo walked back over to Marin. She hastily shoved the other end of the tube towards him and he nervously took it. He pushed the end of the funnel into the tube and went to begin pouring, but stopped just before. He glanced up at Marin. “You… You’re sure about this? Even if it is for testing the dress, isn’t this a bit much…?”

Marin gulped. For the sake of her wallet and her free time with Gojo- no, for the sake of her precious Shizuku! She steeled herself and looked back at Gojo. “Do it!”

Gojo gulped as well, then, finally, began to slowly pour into the funnel. The water surged down the tube, making Marin tense up as air was forced into her, then…

“Oh!” Marin yelped.

Gojo froze, pinching the tube to stop the flow of water. “Is something wrong!?”

“No, no, it’s just-” Marin squirmed in place, scowling. “It feels so WEIRD! How does Shizuku make this look so sexy when it feels so freaking WEIRD?”

Gojo let out the breath he’d been holding, then unpinched and began to steadily pour again. Marin grimaced. She couldn’t feel very much, but what little she did feel just felt… heavy. And sloshy. It was like being bloated but self-inflicted. Or stuffed but without the pleasure of getting to eat. Overall, it was not great.

“The tub’s almost empty. Can you pinch here so I can refill?”

Marin glanced up. “Oh, yeah, sure.” She pinched the tube and held the funnel while Gojo went back to the tub to refill. It looked like they’d both been making a big deal out of nothing after all. That tub held maybe a kilo of water, so that meant she already had around that much water inside of herself right now.

She looked down at herself, leaning forward to see over her boob bag. Aside from the sloshiness and the extra weight, she didn’t really feel any different yet. The dress also did a good job of hiding if her stomach had grown yet. Actually, was this even going to work? Erogames were well known for ignoring realism, so would her dress even react in the same way as Shizuku’s? On top of that, was it even possible for her to get to Shizuku’s size? Just how much water would she need to take to-?

A sudden warmth on her hand made Marin squeak. She whipped her head up to stare at Gojo, who had taken the tube back by pinching just over Marin’s fingers. Their hands had touched! Only a little bit, but they’d touched! Marin giggled to herself, barely even noticing as Gojo began pouring the second tub of water in.

The second tub went similarly to the first with one exception: Marin started to feel a little tight. Her belly was pressing hard against the fabric of her dress, proving that she was actually growing. That was a good sign at least. But even by the end of the second tub, she wasn’t showing through the dress at all yet! What was the deal here!?

Gojo seemed to be having a similar thought. He stared confusedly down at Marin’s middle and noted, “Shouldn’t we be seeing something by now? It is going in, right?”

“It’s definitely going in,” Marin assured him. She frowned down at herself. “And it feels tighter, but…” she raised a hand and oppressed down on where her belly would be under the apron of the dress. Her eyes widened. “OMG, it’s so hard! Oh, and look!”

Marin moved to give Gojo a side-profile and smoothed her dress down flat against her front. She couldn’t see it very well herself when posing thanks to Shizuku’s prolific boob bag, but from Gojo’s reddening face and open mouth, she could tell there was visible progress. “See? It’s working! We just need to keep going!” Marin declared as she took the tube and funnel from Gojo again.

Gojo stared for just a moment longer, then gulped and whipped around. “Y-Yeah. We just need to keep going. Right.”

The third kilo was where Marin started to have trouble. She started to squirm again as Gojo poured, prompting the taller man to pause again. “What’s wrong, Marin?”

“It’s just…” A bead of sweat ran down the side of Marin’s face. “I’m starting to feel really full now… and the dress feels… a lot tighter…”

Gojo glanced down at Marin’s middle, his eyes quivering. “M-Maybe we should stop. It’s probably not safe to take s-so much at once. We can just-”

Marin shook her head. “N-No! I can do it! We’ve come this far, so we might as well follow through!”

There was hesitation plain on Gojo’s face, but he still unpinched his fingers and began pouring again. “Ok, but… if there’s any pain, we need to stop immediately, ok?”

Marin gulped as yet more water drained into her. Still, she managed a weak smile for Gojo. “O-Ok! I won’t push myself, so just keep it coming!”

Kilo three was finished, and despite Gojo’s worries, Marin insisted that he refilled the tub for a fourth. It was getting hard to see her middle at all now with her tightening belly restricting her movements, but she could still feel the progress with her free hand while Gojo ran the water.

She had to be showing by now even when she wasn’t flattening her dress! And she didn’t really feel that sloshy anymore, either. She bounced around a bit, but instantly regretted her choice. The water that had been resting so peacefully inside of her tried to escape the moment she made her rounded belly wobble, making her bend over and clench her cheeks as hard as she could. She couldn’t squirt in front of Gojo! Also, Marin, please, phrasing!

Luckily, she managed to hold everything in and compose herself before Gojo turned back around. He took back the tube, but before pouring, he glanced at Marin. “Are you ok? You look… worried?”

“D-Do I?” Marin laughed nervously, “I was just thinking about if you’re right and the dress can’t hold up. But there’s no way that’d happen, haha!”

“Well… even if it doesn’t hold up, I’ll fix it,” Gojo said while starting to pour in the fourth kilo. “This dress is important, after all. It’s your precious Shizuku, and it’s the first dress that I ever made for you. And it’s also the reason why we became friends in the first place. I wouldn’t let something so important be ruined.”

The feeling of water entering Marin vanished as her heart hammered in her chest and her face turned into an oven. HE. WAS. SO. ADORABLE! GAAAAAAH! Like, how was he even!? She wuvved him so much! She couldn’t be happier right now if she tried!

“Eh-he… Ehehehe…” Marin giggled to herself, holding her hands to her cheeks. This could be considered a type of house date too, couldn’t it? Sure, it was totally different from their usual movie or anime or game nights, but it was something couples did at home, right? Well… probably not this, specifically, but kinky stuff like this, right? Wait - was Marin really thinking about an enema like it was kinky? Sure, they were testing something from an erogame, but that didn’t mean it had to be kinky, right?

Before Marin knew it, the tube was being handed back to her. She took it without thinking but quickly snapped back to reality. What had happened while she’d been in Gojo-land? Gojo was refilling the tub again, which meant… no… really? Four kilos, all inside of her? Marin did feel even tighter, and it was starting to get a little hard to breathe with her dress pulling hard on her chest, but… seriously? Like, for real?

Marin touched her belly gently. Four kilos… that was around the weight of a baby. Wait, why did she think that? Seriously? Was this how pregnancy was? Wait, what? She had a baby’s worth of water inside of her belly right now. And Gojo had put it there.

“Marin? You’re looking really red. Do you have a fever?”

Marine wouldn’t be surprised if she looked like a lobster at the moment. “NO! Uh, no, no, no! I’m just- really hot! The dress and the water are making me feel like a hot water balloon, haha! But I’m totally fine! No weird problems or thoughts or anything here!”

Gojo, the poor man, just looked utterly confused. “Uh… ok. But you’re really looking big there. Not as big as Shizuku, but if you have this much inside you and you’re not that big, then maybe it’s not possible to be that big in the first place…?”

“Eh? Really? How big am I? I can’t see myself well with my boobs in the way,” Marin asked, craning her neck to try and see her belly without dislodging any water again.

“Uh… I don’t know how to describe it…”

“Compare me to Shizuku! How close am I?”

Gojo scratched his chin. “Maybe… half her size? Less?”

Marin’s racing heart stopped dead. “H… Half? Really?”

Gojo nodded. “Really.”

A cold sweat ran down Marin’s back. She did still feel like she could handle more, but… that was so much… soooo MUCH…

Gojo sighed. “You know, maybe it was stupid to worry about the elasticity of the dress so much in the first place. It would only matter if you wanted to cosplay that exact scene, but…”

Marin thought for a moment. “...Actually, why not?”

Gojo blinked. “Wh… What?”

“Yeah, why not?” Marin repeated, putting her hands on her hips. “I love Shizuku and I love that scene, so why not? We can consider this a practice run for when you’ve updated Shizuku’s dress.”

“B-B-B-But-” Gojo stammered while fumbling with the full tub, “We could do that with special effects or something! Oh- they have fake pregnant bellies for movies and dramas, right? We could use that!”

Marin frowned. “That might work, and I wouldn’t judge anyone for going that route- but if I’m gonna cosplay someone, I want to get as close to the original as possible. If I can’t make my own belly get as big as Shizuku’s, then I might as well just cosplay her normally.”

Gojo’s eyes were wobbling as much as Marin’s belly had been earlier. “B-B-But-”

“No buts!” Marin declared. “Now fill me up, Gojo!” Then as an afterthought, she added, “Oh, but I’ll still stop if it starts to hurt, of course. There wouldn’t be much point to all of this if I injured myself trying to imitate a game character, right?”

Gojo’s lip trembled for a moment, then he finally gave in, visibly slumping in place. “So long as you understand that, then, I guess…” With that, he began pouring once more.

With a new, more solid objective on the line, Marin was more determined than ever to match her wife Shizuku in size. It was easier said than done, though. By the end of the fifth kilo, Marin’s strength was already beginning to wane. Her belly was so tight, the cloth of the dress pressing into her expanded waistline harshly. And it was so heavy, too. She could feel her knees starting to tremble. She… she couldn’t keep standing like this… she needed to…

“H-Hold on, Gojo,” Marin panted as he returned with kilo number six. “My legs are killing me right now.”

“Alright. Er, what should we do then?”

“What do you mean? I’ll just…” Marin went to sit down, but her inflated belly made it… difficult, to say the least. In what was possibly the least graceful thing she’d ever done in front of Gojo, Marin managed to squat straight down enough to let herself fall heavily onto her butt (while holding her dress out of the way off her butt, of course). The water inside of her gurgled and sloshed around, instinctively raising a blush on Marin’s face, but it stayed settled, thankfully. Marin breathed a sigh of relief, then smiled and gave Gojo a thumb’s-up. “Ok! You can keep going now!”

Gojo nodded and began pouring. But something was different. Marin gasped as the water, which had slowly drained into her before, was suddenly rushing to fill her up at a rapid pace. She stared up at Gojo. “Wh-What are you doing? Why is it so much faster now?”

“What?” Gojo asked confusedly, “I’m not doing anything. Maybe it’s because you’re lower down? Do you need to stop?”

Marin bit her lip. The higher speed made everything seem so much more intense. She was getting so much tighter so much faster- oh jeez, it was so much! “N-No, just- b-be ready to stop it fast. K-Keep going! I’ll b-be as big as Shizuku in n-no time at this rate!”

As worried as he seemed to be, Gojo followed Marin’s directions. She sat on the ground, knees in front of her and feet at her sides, and leaned back on her hands, panting. Why did this feel just as intense as exercising? She felt energized from head to toe, yet she also felt like she couldn't possibly move an inch. What was this? What was this feeling? The tautness of her growing belly, the heaviness she felt on her thighs- oh wow, her belly was making contact with her thighs! It was so big!

A small break in between kilo six and seven gave Marin a sneaky chance to feel out her belly while Gojo’s back was turned. OH, it was so solid! She gave it a light push inward and felt how hard it resisted, then giggled and it fwoomped right back into place immediately after she released. She reached towards the bottom of her dress, seeking to feel how her skin was holding up, when she noticed a problem.

“Uh… Gojo?” Marin called out.

“Yeah? What is it?” Gojo called back over the sound of running water.

“I think there’s an unexpected problem.”

The kneeling man looked around to her. “What is… oh.” His face flushed red and he pursed his lips. “Right. I-I see the problem.”

The tightness Marin had been feeling all this time hadn’t been from her dress. It had been her own skin. Her belly wasn’t pressing into the dress like it should’ve been; it was pulling the dress up and pushing out under it. Now the lowest part of her belly was just barely exposed by her lifting dress.

Marin groaned aloud. “I was SO close to being Shizuku in her best scene yet! So why does her dress work differently from this one!?”

“I-I think…” Gojo started, setting the full tub of water down and sitting down against the edge of the bathtub. “I think that the developers of Slippery Girls didn’t think about how dresses actually fit onto a woman’s body… m-mainly where her stomach would be… uh… yeah…”

“UUUUUUUGH!” Marin cried out, leaning heavily back on her arms. “Well, now what? What was the point of all this if the dress doesn’t even work like that!?”

Marin stared up at the ceiling for a second, distraught, before a realization struck her. She whipped back to stare at Gojo. “Gooooojoooooo…”

The poor man glanced apprehensively at Marin. “Y-Yeah…?”

“Would it be possible to alter the dress so that it works like Shizuku’s does?”

“So… a dress that… doesn’t fit like it’s supposed to?”

“Something like that, yeah!”

Gojo frowned. He put a hand up to his chin - his thinking pose. “Well… I guess I might be able to do that… I could adjust the innermost lining around your hips so that it hugs tightly enough that it won’t slip upwards when…” his cheeks flushed. He shook his head and looked up at Marin. “Th-There would still be the problem of if the material is elastic enough, but… I-I think I could make it work like Shizuku’s dress does, at the very least.”

“Gojo, I can’t believe you!” Marin squealed happily, bouncing in place (with her belly wobbling all the while). “You’re the best! Thank you so much!”

He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck while noticeably avoiding looking at Marin’s exposed belly. “A-Anyway, so… should we keep going, or…?”

“Hmm? Oh yeah, we should.” Now that Marin was sitting down (and much bigger), it was easier to see her belly over the peak of her lifted-up boobs. “I’m still not Shizuku’s size, so keep going!”

Sighing, Gojostod back up and began to pour in kilo seven. Once again, it flowed in at a rapid pace, leaving Marin clutching at the bare tile beneath her for something to ground her. Now that she knew that the tightness she was feeling was coming from her own skin, it all seemed so much more… real! That was her own body stretching and swelling to contain everything Gojo was giving to her!

Also, dammit Marin, phrasing again!

Sitting down had made the weight of her still-growing belly manageable, but she could still certainly feel how full she was. She blushed as a particularly loud gurgle reached her ears, then groaned softly as a growing wave of tension began to mount inside of her. Something was off- where was all this pressure coming from? She felt like she was growing even faster than before! And why was it making her even more excited? What was even going in with her?

Just before Marin could tell Gojo to stop, he was handing the tube to her. Marin, her brain flooded with twelve billion different emotions, numbly accepted it without saying a word. She was panting now, her shortness of breath from earlier returning with a vengeance. But it wasn’t the dress that was causing it, was it? The dress wasn't being stretched, after all. It was her own belly once again! Before growing out, it had grown in! And pressed on her lungs! Like, how even! She was SO BIG! INSIDE AND OUT!

Gojo returned and took the funnel back. Right, she needed to tell him to stop! She opened her mouth, but… her lips twitched upward into a delirious smile. W-Was she really getting turned on by this? Really? Really-really? Like, seriously? What was this? Eh? And with Gojo right there, too? Or maybe it was because Gojo was there? Doing this to her?

Marin felt her heart skip a beat as she pictured herself in the same pose as her beloved Shizuku, but with Gojo pushing the plug on that syringe instead. Her face flushed with heat and she squirmed in place. No way, no way, no way! What!? She was kinky like this? Her? No WAY! No-

“A-AH!” Marin moaned as the pressure inside of her once again began to spike. Gojo had started again, not noticing Marin’s feverish face, but stopped when Marin made that pathetic noise.

“Uh…” Sweat beaded Gojo’s brow as he avoided looking at Marin, who couldn’t be more mortified. “I… uh, you… are you, uh…”

“...Forget that.”

Gojo blinked. Still steadfastly staring at the wall. “E-Eh?”

“Forget that!” Marin yelped, waving her arms around in a frantic fury. “It didn’t happen! I didn’t make that noise! IT NEVER HAPPENED!”

“EEEEEEH???”

“DON’T ‘EH’ ME, GOJO!” Marin cried out. “AND STOP AVOIDING ME! What, am I too gross to look at now, huh?” Marin’s heart started to hammer even harder as she continued,  “Y-You need to watch to tell me when I’m as big as Shizuku!”

Gojo’s eyes darted back to Marin. “Y-You’re seriously going to keep going? I know we’re almost here, b-but you l-look like you’re going to p-pop!”

“Hah! Not even!” Marin laughed. Her eyes were spinning in her head. Gojo had heard her moan! And he’d seen her like this! She didn’t care anymore! Nothing could bring her any lower! She slapped her belly, secretly reveling in the solidness she felt beneath her dress. “I can fit plenty more! Just keep giving it to me, Gojo?”

The poor man floundered like a fish for a moment, which stretched into an eternity inside Marin’s head. But, eventually, he gulped. And he continued pouring the eighth kilo.

A shudder ran up Marin’s spine as the pressure inside her began to swell once again. Sh-She really did like this! Yes! More, Gojo, more! Keep it coming! Fill her up 💜! More 💜! More 💜!

One arm propped Marin up while the other slipped underneath her dress to feel the side of her massive belly. It was so smooth and round! And so tight! If she dragged a coin against it, she bet her skin would squeak! Her dress had risen up even further than before, leaving so much of her belly bare. And Gojo could see it all, couldn’t he? He could see Marin in all her inflated glory. Her dress might not even cover her panties anymore when she stood. Or could she even stand? She might not even be able to get up anymore! She was so heavy and big and sloshy!

Marin shuddered as the tension hit a peak. She- She couldn’t! She couldn’t take anymore! It was-  it was too much! Oh! OOOOH! Her belly was quivering! She couldn’t! She- SHE-

“OOOOOH!” Marin moaned, even louder than before, as her excitement hit a peak. She… oh no, she’d… and off of just this, too…

If Marin had had any energy left to be humiliated, she would be. But as it was, she just had a stupid grin on her face as she rested a hand on her own distended gut, which had swollen well past even Shizuku’s giant jugs (thanks, NuBras!).

Oh, right, Gojo was here. He was standing stock-still, the now-empty tub and now-empty funnel and tube clutched in his hands. It looked like he was still trying to process what was happening in front of him. Hey, that was good for Marin! She could head off his train of thought before he realized what had happened! Probably! “Hey, Gojo. D-Did I do it?”

Gojo trembled for a second, then seemed to snap back to reality to stare at Marin. “Wh-What?”

Marin grinned coyly, patting her rock-solid stomach. “Am I like Shizuku? I don’t think I c-could fit a single more drop in me without b-bursting, so i-if I’m not, then I g-guess that’s it, huh?”

With wavering eyes, Gojo hesitantly glanced down at Marin’s half-exposed belly. He swallowed hard. “Y-You’re not as b-big as her… b-but it’s n-not by m-much. W-With the dress c-covering it, y-you could definitely p-pass for being that b-b-big.”

Marin laughed happily. “Ha! I kn-knew I could do it! If it’s for Shizuku, I can do anything!” She stopped. “Oh, but… h-hey, Gojo…”

“Y-Yeah?”

Marin pressed a finger to her cheek, grinning playfully. She’d already lost total face in front of Gojo today, so why the heck not? “Wh-What do you think about me looking… l-like this?”

Marin swore she could hear Gojo’s brain short-circuit. “Wh… I… M-M-Marin, what do you- I-I mean, you-” Ha! Despite all her teasing over the years, she’d rarely seen Gojo get this red before! Gojo continued stammering, “W-Well, I- I mean, you’re already- what I mean to say is, you- uh, y-you look just like u-usual, except- uh, except, y-y’know- b-but it’s not a bad thing! I-I-”

Marin giggled as her belly rumbled and Gojo continued to dig himself into a hole. He’d called her beautiful in this Shizuku dress before, so if she looked the same as usual in his eyes, then that meant her belly was beautiful too. Maybe this whole disaster was actually the best opportunity ever! And maybe she could use this new interest to encourage the man she wuvved to make a move. After all, now that they knew she could match Shizuku, then they would need to do this again for the actual cosplay, wouldn’t they?

Marin licked her lips. She hoped Gojo was ready to be more than just besties, ‘cause she certainly was~.

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Wh-What is this? An exclusive fic on time? A-And it's- IT'S EVEN LONGER THAN A NORMAL FIC??? WHAT IS THIS WITCHCRAFT!?!?

I felt extra bad about the last two exclusives being late, so I put some extra elbow grease into this one. Hopefully y'all enjoy it <3.

Also, can I just say that I love Marin and this show in general? Like, she's just so good??? And precious???? This show deserves all the attention it can get <3.