Pat: Wrestler Marin

Series: Dress up Darling

Characters: Marin Kitagawa, Gojo

Contains: Female weight gain, smothering

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It all started with a new cosplay. Marin had become obsessed with a manga series called “Heaviest Weight Champion!” It was about a plus-sized wrestling circuit featuring wrestlers of increasingly larger sizes. She went on about character design and interactions, namely around the main character who strives to stack victories along with her plate.

Gojo was initially skeptical, but he enjoyed how well the artist captured the characters' motion. Even for wrestlers who weighed nearly 800 pounds, their movements were easy to follow and seemed realistic. The skeptical emotions returned in full force when Marin said she wanted to model the main character toward the middle of the series.

When she weighed around 700 pounds, Marin claimed she bought a scale with a limit of 300 kilograms, and she would keep gaining weight until she exceeded that. Gojo deadpanned so hard he worried his face would freeze.

Time passed, Marin grew, and the costume was completed. However, Marin felt she needed to understand the character more deeply. She needed to become a wrestler! Again, Gojo wasn’t following at first. 

This all took place over half a year, and Marin discovered she loved wrestling (and being overweight) just as much as cosplay. She continued to boast about her size, the costume Gojo made, and the glory of the ring. 

Even when she was so fat that Gojo thought waddling would exhaust her, he was continually surprised by Marin’s endurance. She claimed to do idle exercises to maintain and build strength while maintaining mobility. She proved this by visiting Gojo often and easily handling the stairs to his room. These visits were necessary for updating measurements and occasionally trying on casual clothes that Gojo tailored. These were needed as Marin quickly outgrew anything that used to fit. Wider skirts for doorway jamming hips, jeans that could hold a broad backside and drooping belly, bras to hold breasts that put melons to shame, and even socks and shoes for her increasingly chubby feet. 

Marin’s increased size and maintained mobility resulted in a win streak as substantial as her weight. No one could knock her down, she used all her body to bounce her opponent around, and the crowd quickly began to love her. The matches generally had a script to them, but each wrestler could still attempt to win, hence Marin’s streak of victories. 

This continued until it culminated in Gojo coming to watch one of Marin’s matches. There was always something that came up that prevented him from attending. Marin was slightly upset each time, but she remained patient.

Up until the point she didn’t. One day, she had cornered Gojo, something very easy to do given how vast she was, and ensured no earthly demand would stop him from showing up. He, of course, cleared his entire schedule as his friend had become much more imposing. He also felt nervous whenever her supple body made contact (engulfed) his lithe form. He was taller than her, but Marin’s girth was unimaginable compared to Gojo’s slenderness. That made her imposing, but the noticeably unhinged look in her eyes was more than enough to get the boy to show up.

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Gojo looked at the backstage pass in his hand. ‘I just showed this to everyone who asked, and they let me in.’ He thought to himself as he looked around. There were other wrestlers surrounded by their managers, coaches, and some plain-clothed people Gojo assumed were their friends or family.

The young man had wandered around looking for Marin. Truthfully, he was a little late, but he hoped he could find her before she went onstage. That was what resulted in him approaching a few people in uniform. One was a man in a flamboyant maroon suit, and the other two were women wearing headsets. It had to be the host and some organizers. Gojo raised his hand and opened his mouth to catch their attention before…

“Ah, there you are! We’ve been looking all over!” The man said with a flourish before he grimaced. “You aren’t even in uniform! Goodness, young man, don’t you know we have a packed audience eager for your bout?!” 

Gojo was surprised by this, but the two women took him by the arm before he could speak. 

“Get him into uniform and into the ring! I’ll occupy the crowd until then.” The announcer said as the two women dragged Gojo to the changing room. 

Protests were ignored, skin was exposed, and Gojo was shoved through a curtain with his clothes replaced by a costume. All eyes and a series of spotlights focused on him wearing spandex shoes, wrestling boots, and a facsimile luchador mask.

“Sorry to keep you all waiting, my lovely guests! Please give a round of applause for our sacrificial lamb!” The announcer called from the side of the wrestling ring. “Coming in at a comparatively meager 150 pounds, standing barely over six feet tall, and visibly trembling with…let’s say excitement! We have The Masked Ronin!” 

Again, Gojo tried to speak before another figure in the ring moved forward. 

Her frame was immense, her white and pink costume hugged her body with obscene tightness, and dark pink eyes bore into him. The figure leaned against the ropes around the ring. They stretched and dipped but didn’t snap. Still, her bulk leaned precariously forward. “Wow, are you sure this is the guy? He’s so puny~” She grinned and winked. 

The announcer laughed. “Let’s at least try and stretch this bout a little. We’ve got a show to put on, after all.” The two laughed together, the heavier one’s belly rolling with the sound. “Anyways, could we get another round of applause for our reigning champion? After all, we are about to witness her fiftieth consecutive win! Let’s hear it for Marine!”

There was no doubt who the overweight wrestler was, and the name given just further confirmed it. It was the same name Marin used for her cosplay. It was just a filler name because she didn’t expect to be wrestling long-term. By the time she decided to stay on, it was a little too late to change it.

Now that Gojo was expected to face Marin, he had given up on explaining to anyone. He couldn’t help but hyper-focus on her body. 

Marin wiggled her hips excitedly as Gojo slowly approached. This caused her broad sides to jiggle and bounce. The wrestling trunks she wore were meant to be shorts, and in the design, they were! Yet as the character (and Marin) grew, the trunks appeared more like short shorts. It continued to the point that they barely covered anything at all. The front was hidden by Marin’s belly, the sides battled against the love handles above and more hip fat below, and the seat covered a mere fraction of her butt cheeks. 

Each of her hips was a lump of curvaceous fat that stretched away from her center of mass. They curved and tucked with the furthest of her curves forming a diameter greater than four feet. Meanwhile, her rump consisted of broad cheeks that could smother and flatten couch cushions. They bounced and wiggled from her slightest movements, almost entirely exposed and seen by anyone behind her. 

Gojo’s eyes drifted to Marin’s legs. They had to be thick to support the rest of her stature. Each thigh was like a barrel, thick and with rounded curves. They very gradually “thinned” toward her knees. Thinned hardly held any meaning when the narrowest point was nearly twice the width of Gojo’s shoulders. Even the stretch from below her knees to her cankles was incredibly thick. Marin’s wrestling boots started an inch below her bloated knees. These hid the finer curves and slight creases, but it was clear her calves and shins were coated in fat, thanks to how stretched her boots were.

Gojo finally reached the corner of the ring. He slowly climbed under the ropes and stood a few feet from Marin. He hoped she would recognize him, but that was not the case. Even as she looked into his eyes, Gojo only saw determination to fight. ‘Eheh…that look on her face…It reminds me of when she told me about Slippery Girls…” He gave up on the idea of convincing Marin to see reason. Once she got this excited, not a single word would sway her. 

Looking at Marin’s face, Gojo could see the soft curves of her face. She wore her mask, which was closer to a band around her head. The mask covered her forehead and upper cheeks, a few pink heart designs framed in white. This revealed the full curve of her supple face. Plump cheeks melded with a thick second chin, which rested above a neck coated in thick fat. Gojo couldn’t help but blush. Marin had always been beautiful, and her weight gain failed to diminish that. Not a single person who knew Marin was surprised she was still so pretty.

“Oh, is someone falling for me? Looks like your ears are burning~” Marin grinned as she suddenly leaned forward. Another testament to her vastness was that she didn’t need to step forward to touch Gojo. Her form was so padded with fat that it closed the distance simply by her leaning forward. 

Gojo’s front was buried in Marin’s softness. Her breasts and belly melded around him. It was so much that only his back was spared the assault. When he looked down, all he could see were Marin’s breasts. They were roughly as large as beach balls, but not nearly as spherical. Their size came with heft that was subject to gravity. They were too large to maintain a teardrop shape, but they still boasted perkiness (partially due to the sturdy fabric of her top). Their curves sloped down from her upper chest, around her sides near her arms, and the lowest curve from where her sixth rib could only be hinted at. These curves melded, drooped, and sloped wondrously to form her breasts. They were thick, heavy, warm, soft, so many words could describe them. Those words flooded Gojo’s brain and drowned out any reasonable thought. However, this hurricane of sensation and emotions met with a matching typhoon from Marin’s belly.

Marin’s stomach was like a crown jewel, a testament to her determination to match a character. It was heavy, broad, and incredibly soft. It sagged and curved to her knees, sloping from her love handles and stretching out from beneath her breasts. It was a balanced perfection of dense and soft, the outer layer readily engulfing anything, as deeper layers pushed and smothered anything she pressed up against. Everything was exposed, and no part of her costume was large enough to cover the vast gut. Seeing as Gojo had also been stripped of his shirt, the two experienced more skin-to-skin than ever before.

To go even further, Marin gently dragged one thick finger across Gojo’s shoulder and down his arm. His were as thin as twigs compared to Marin’s. Her shoulders had become broader as her weight increased, and they sloped into immense, meaty upper arms. The upper portions were as thick as king-sized pillows, and the underside had sagging bingo wings twice that thickness. Even her forearms were thicker than Gojo’s thighs. 

“Now, now save that for after the match!” The announcer interrupted and moved to the center of the ring. Marin knew this meant things were about to start, so she waddled to the opposite end of the ring. “Ladies and gentlemen, let’s get ready to rumble! Can our challenger stop an immovable object?! Can he beat immeasurable odds?! Can his scrawny frame summon Herculean strength?! Or perhaps he’ll be flattened beneath the weight of our champion?!”

The announcer moved out of the ring, and a bell sounded immediately after. 

Marin eagerly strutted toward the center of the ring. Due to its older construction, it utilized springs in its design. This added extra bounce, which in turn caused Marin’s form to wobble. Her chest, belly, hips, butt, and even her flabby arms seemed to be carried upward before they swung back down. 

This distracted Gojo just long enough for Marin to thrust her belly forward. The heavy wall of fat slammed into him and knocked him flat onto his back. He landed with a slight bounce at Marin’s feet.

Marin giggled and leaned forward. Her belly slid over her thighs and managed to gently rest against Gojo. “Wow, you took that hit like an amateur. Hmm, but maybe it’s just because you’re so light.” She reached out and grabbed Gojo by his hands. “Let me give you a hand, skinny boy~” She teased and pulled Gojo into a bear hug. 

Gojo was once more engulfed in Marin’s fat. However, this time the added pressure of the hug caused him to sink deeper. His entire front was enveloped, Marin’s belly rolled around his sides, and his face was squished against her chest. Even his entire back was covered as Marin’s arms wrapped around him. She giggled and did a twirl, dragging Gojo as she did. She spun faster and faster until she suddenly released him. 

Gojo stumbled toward the ropes around the ring. He almost tipped out, but the ropes stretched and bounced him back toward Marin.

“Bwoop!” Marin chirped as she thrust her gut forward again. Gojo was bounced off like before, but this time the ropes caught him again. Just like before, they threw him back to Marin. “Bwap!” This time, she turned and slammed her hip into Gojo. It was less padded than her belly but had the same effect. He was thrown back to the ropes only to return again. 

“AND BAM!” As if Marin were obeying the rule of three, she swung her arm and caught Gojo with a clothesline. Her arm fat was thick and more compact than her belly and hip. Gojo felt his face and chest make contact and come to a stop. His lower body continued to move, so he fell to the ground. The combo attack had ended.

But there was room for a follow-up. 

Marin stepped over Gojo, and her shadow fully engulfed him. “Jeez, I’m getting a bit tired already. Mind if I rest a bit?” She asked before she dropped down on top of Gojo. The entire ring shook as Marin landed her full weight onto Gojo. Her body buried everything between the middle of his shins to his chin. Her heavy belly covered his chest, her blubbery butt cheeks smothered his legs, and her meaty calves pinned his arms. She shifted her hips back and forth, grinding him against the floor. 

Marin took the time to look around the audience. She waved her arms above her head, relishing in their cheers. She heard as many shouted for her to keep smothering Gojo or to do the three-piece combo again. 

In reality, Marin was trying to spot Gojo in the crowd. She had given him backstage passes. Someone should have shown him to a front row seat, too. She placed her hands on her hips, fat easily squishing between her fingers without trying. “Seriously, did Gojo miss another of my matches? Urgh, that guy is getting on my last nerve. If he misses another one, I might just have to wrestle him myself.” She groaned, bouncing her weight once in frustration. 

This drew a groan from Gojo, utterly helpless beneath Marin. He couldn’t even muster the strength to claim he was right there!

Marin sighed. “Sorry, I shouldn’t take this out on you.” She murmured. The roar of the crowd meant no one could hear her except Gojo. A lot of matches had this under the breath banter. “Let’s just wrap this up with a little damasking and-“ Marin pulled Gojo’s mask off and froze.

Not even her mask could hide the shock on her face. Her eyes were open wide, her jaw had dropped, and any exposed part of her face turned bright pink. She was 100% looking at Gojo.

She was 100% sitting on Gojo. After she pressed her body against him, bear hugged him, belly bumped him, hip checked him, clotheslined him, and sat on top of him. 

Marin slowly leaned in as close as she could. Her hair fell over Gojo’s head like a curtain. This gave them some privacy, in a sense. “OMG I’M SO SORRY! I HAD NO IDEA IT WAS YOU! HOW THE HECK DID THIS EVEN HAPPEN?!” She whispered harshly and frantically. “Ok, just bear with me. I can wrap this up super quick. Just stay down, and again, super sorry!” Marin got up and waddled to the opposite end of the ring.

Gojo, of course, didn’t move. He would be unable to even if he wanted. He did get curious as he saw Marin climb one of the corner posts. Perhaps it was from whiplash, but he was surprised she managed to climb so easily, let alone maintain her balance. The crowd's roar grew more excited as Marin held her arms wide and called for them to cheer even louder. 

Gojo only realized what was happening when it was too late. Marin bent her thick knees and jumped. He saw her slowly flip through the air. This revealed the top of her head, the meaty rolls of her back fat, her butt in the obscenely short shorts, then the underside of her thighs.

‘Oh…I’m gonna die.” Gojo thought and embraced his fate. 

Marin landed on Gojo with her full weight and the extra force of inertia and gravity. Gojo didn’t feel pain, but felt an unimaginable pressure and softness. The floor beneath him bowed and dipped. It cracked in a few places but didn’t crumble beneath the two. Any further details were lost to Gojo as he almost blacked out.

Marin tried to get off Gojo as gently as possible, but it was easier said than done. She was so nervous that her legs trembled. She shifted and tried to stand, but a slight stumble caused her to sit on Gojo again. This time, she was sideways, so her hips almost entirely covered him. If he were a tad shorter, then her butt would have literally been on his face. 

‘Crap this is so embarrassing now. How the heck can I smooth things over?’ Marin thought as she finally got up. The audience cheered, and the announcer returned to the ring.

“To no surprise at all, our winner is Marine!” The announcer cheered and lifted one of Marin’s hands into the air. 

At the same time, Marin managed to grab and haul Gojo up by his wrist. She held him against her side and lifted his arm with hers. “Aw, don’t be cruel! He did his best!” She cheered, earning some sympathetic calls for Gojo from the audience. She also leaned in close and whispered again. “Promise I’ll never do this again…unless maybe you want to?” She suggested with a nervous smile.

Gojo had enough sense to hear this. ‘Yeah, I might pass…’ He thought, despite his bright pink cheeks.

THE END