Marin Basketball

Series: Dress Up Darling

Characters: Marin, Gojo, Juju, Shinju, Nowa

Contains: Female weight gain, smothering

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Gojo waited nervously at the local basketball court. It was obviously not his preferred environment, but he was supposed to meet Marin here. She had insisted he show up, and she could be somewhat intimidating when she wanted to…

Suddenly, a shadow fell over Gojo. He turned and was face to face with a massive wall of flesh. He leaped back in surprise, which opened his view to Marin’s face.

“Heya Gojo!” Marin giggled and waved as if she hadn’t snuck up on him. Truthfully, she had fun teasing her friend. She stepped forward slightly to bump Gojo with her belly. The touch was gentle, but he still stumbled a few steps. “I’m surprised you didn’t hear me coming. I’m not exactly light on my feet~” She teased and bumped Gojo again.

Marin had a point. It should have been impossible for a ten-foot-tall, nearly ten-foot-wide girl to sneak up on anyone. Yet she had managed to waltz right up behind Gojo. Therefore, it was her right to tease him a little.

From behind Marin, three normally sized girls emerged. Though normal might have seemed off as two of them were short, and one was a little tall for a girl. If anything, they averaged each other out.

One of the girls was Nowa, Gojo and Marin’s classmate. She watched as Marin continued to toy with Gojo, affectionately bumping the young man with her belly. “We would have been here sooner, but Marin kept stopping for snacks.” Nowa pointed out, despite also indulging herself.

Another girl, Juju, who knew Marin through their cosplay, crossed her arms in front of her. “Can’t believe I got dragged all the way here just to see her stop and eat fifteen times.”

The taller girl, who was actually Juju’s younger sister, chuckled softly. “I managed to get a bunch of cute pictures of what we ate. Maybe we can get some of these for future cosplays?” She suggested. That seemed to placate her sister a little.

Marin eventually stopped teasing Gojo and stood tall. “I suppose I can reveal why I brought you all here.” She huffed confidently and thrust her chest forward. That was a risky move as her tank top was beyond ill-fitting. Even slight movements threatened to expose her chest. Twin orbs larger than yoga balls bounced and jiggled with Marin’s steps. Whenever she turned, they did so far more exaggeratedly. The jiggle physics often reminded her, and by extension Gojo, of the ones from Slippery Girls. However, those were meant to be exaggerated excessively. Marin’s jiggles were surreally natural. There was no way to fake this. Any possible doubt was extinguished simply by looking at them. From the strained neck hole, open sleeves, and slightly from the bottom, Marin’s skin tone was consistent. These massive breasts were all natural (albeit the product of extreme caloric intake).

There was more to Marin, though. Her sides were flanked with massively meaty arms, each so thick that they almost dwarfed her breasts. Fat hung from titanic bingo wings that weighed more than some of her friends combined. The upper sides didn’t sag, but they were thickly padded with blubber. The thickness of that fat was twice as thick as Marin’s arms had been before her dramatic weight gain.

Marin’s belly, entirely exposed, was a smooth mass. It was wider than a mattress and three times as thick. It hung over her waist, but only to her upper thighs. It was more of a wide stomach than a drooping one, and it was part of what made her so imposing. With her width and imposing height, her stomach was like a rounded wall that protruded from an already hulking form. The fact that it was completely exposed and glistened lightly in the sun was embarrassing for Gojo. It felt like he shouldn’t stare at it, but it was hard not to glance at it.

Marin’s hips were broad, but her thighs somehow stole attention away. Each leg was so thick around that it certainly weighed as much as her friends combined. It was a thick, squishy layer of fat that caused both thighs to permanently squish together. Each step she took rubbed them together, which was enough to make them jiggle. This was almost fully visible as Marin’s athletic shorts were so short, barely an inch of her massive thighs was covered.

That also meant an excess amount of Marin’s butt was on display behind. The pair of cheeks was already large enough to crush a couch, and paired with Marin’s back fat, they might have been large enough to be a couch. Either way, the cheeks bounced and wobbled whenever Marin walked or adjusted her stance. Even a slight shift caused them to quiver like massive gelatinous mounds.

Marin suddenly pulled something out from behind her. She held it aloft, and the group squinted as they looked skyward. In Marin’s hands was…a basketball. “I wanted us all to play some basketball!”

“I’m going home.” Juju groaned and turned to leave. She froze when Marin’s shadow consumed her.

“Nooooo, please, my other friends wouldn’t play because they recently got their nails done! Please, just a few rounds, Juju! I swear, I’ll make it up to you! I bet Gojo would even make you another outfit!” Marin spoke so rapidly that her words practically fell on top of each other.

Juju flinched and held her hands up. She was worried Marin was about to fall on top of her. Her hands instantly sank into her belly fat. It was soft, squishy, and overflowed her palms. “Fine, fine, I’ll play a game! Just back up! You’re too close!” Juju’s words also came like an active faucet.

“So, how is this working then?” Nowa asked. “You’re at a crazy disadvantage.” She said, pantomiming the severe difference in their height.

“Naturally, this will be a one vs four! I play by myself and you all against me.” Marin said and started to bounce the ball. She had to fully outstretch her arm so the ball wouldn’t clash with her hip. “Sound fair, right? I can even promise to not stand in front of the hoop!”

The others seemed to agree, but Marin still had a massive height advantage. Gojo was only four feet shorter than her…but he was Gojo. There was no air of athleticism to him at all.

However, Marin seemed to have her eyes locked on him. There was a chance that he would soak up her attention. The others would simply need to use it to their advantage. They all whispered apologies to Gojo that didn’t reach his ears.

The game began.

Per the handicaps, the four started with the ball. Shinju stepped forward, dribbling as she went. Marin hovered off to the side, a smile on her face. The smile seemed friendly enough, but her eyes were a little too narrow… Shinju already broke into a nervous sweat as she prepared to shoot.

Marin easily grabbed the ball from midair. Her hands were so large that she only needed one to grip it. This made it look like she held a softball instead of a basketball. “Woop!” Marin cheered and tossed the ball. It sank in the basket across the court. “Score one for me!” She bounced excitedly. Once more, her chest threatened to leap free of her top.

Gojo was the one to move first, but he leaped to grab the hem of Marin’s shirt. He pulled it down as best he could. “M-Marin! You can’t jump around wearing that!” He exclaimed nervously.

“Hehe oh Gojo, you’re so cute~” Marin giggled and bumped Gojo with her belly. One of her giant hands braced against his back. This kept his pressed to her belly.

Nowa leaped at the opportunity. She seized the ball and made a wide berth around Marin. She figured this would allow her to run, jump, shoot, and-

Marin’s hand swung through the air. It bore the force of a grizzly bear swiping salmon from a stream. The ball’s trajectory snapped, and it slammed into the ground. The force was so great that it streaked the court. Nowa fell on her butt, shocked as the ball almost bounced right back to her face.

It looked like Marin put no effort into it. She was focused on Gojo. Nowa was in awe at how she simply swatted the ball out of the air. ‘Even in a one v four, she’s a damn titan.’ She slowly got up and looked at the ball. Juju was subtly making her way toward it.

Juju hoped she would go unseen and be able to shoot from the corner. She had already tossed the ball when Marin turned. Marin bumped Gojo with her hip, which caused him to stumble into Nowa and Shinju.

Marin surprised everyone for a third time as she jumped into the air. This momentarily put her in the way of the hoop, thus not breaking the rule of standing in front of it, and the ball hit the side of her belly. The basketball sank into her flab for a moment before it was violently shot back to the ground. Juju didn’t have time to dodge. The ball bounced off the ground and hit her in the stomach. The force took her off her feet.

Marin was kind enough and caught Juju, rolling the girl off her hip as she took the ball. Marin crossed the court in two giant steps. Everyone rushed after her in the hopes they could block, but there was no time. They had all reached the 3-point line by the time Marin jumped. It seemed impossible that she could jump, but her giant form soared through the air rather well.

It made some sense with further thought. She was super tall and fat. She had to have muscles to carry her tremendous bulk. So she quickly rose into the air and slam-dunked the ball. She dramatically did this, holding onto the rim. If Marin’s legs were extended, she would be standing. However, Marin has her knees raised. That put all of her weight goal. The supporting pole bent within seconds, and Marin’s body rushed to the ground.

Gojo, Now, Juju, and Shinju all happened to be right where Marin landed. Darkness and oppressive weight instantly assailed them. They were pinned to the ground beneath Marin. Some, like Gojo and Juju, were smothered beneath Marin’s butt cheeks. Shinju was splayed out on her back, squished against Marin’s. Her face was pressed between Marin’s shoulder blades, which were covered in meaty lumps of fat. These back boobs were easily twice the size of Shinju’s head. Nowa had almost dodged, but Marin’s thighs pressed onto her body. The legs were too thick and heavy, so she was stuck like the others. There was no way to wriggle or squirm free. She just relished the slight bit of space where Marin’s thighs tucked into each other. Anything out of this tiny valley was pressed down with three times as much weight.

Marin laughed and tried to sit up. “Sorry about that! I think I got a little carried away…eheh…I’m stuck.” Marin said as she looked down. Where she should have seen her breasts, she saw the backboard. The back of the backboard. When she fell, she had pulled the goal down with her. Her elbows were squished to the ground, and her fingers were wrapped around the rim. She tried to push it away to no avail.

It was her weight that dragged it down, not her strength.

Marin laughed again, more nervously this time. “I hope you all are comfy because we might be stuck here for a while!” She tried to shift her position. This only caused her fat to squish further and rub against her friends. “At least I’m as soft as I am heavy. That’s some solace…you all can breathe, right?”

THE END