“Gojou, Gojou! Check this out!”

Once again, the perennially shy Gojou found himself shoulder to shoulder with the ever-lovely Kitagawa Marin, the blonde gyaru that had suddenly entered his life and subsequently, him into her apartment on a regular basis. The two of them were on her tacky leopard-print sofa, the apartment plastered wall to wall with posters of Marin’s favourite anime behind them, the loudness of Marin’s decorations clashing with his traditional worksman’s clothes. He supposed he could say the same for Marin herself, with her carefully coordinated fashion contrasting with her slapdash approach to arranging her room. Today she was wearing an elegant combination of a sleeveless belly-baring top and sleek black pants, a white jacket thrown over her shoulders in a way carefully arranged to look careless. He stiffened as she leaned slightly against him, still not used to her lack of personal distance, and partially oblivious to how intentional it was.

Ostensibly he’d been invited over to watch some of that season’s airing anime with Marin in case she decided to cosplay one of the characters, but it was more of a pretext for Marin’s latest proposal to him, something he could tell was coming by the fact that even without looking he could hear the tap of her long, painted nails on her phone screen. Usually Marin was absorbed in whatever anime she was watching, snatching up her phone only to rattle off a rapid fire text message before returning to the show. When he peered down he had instead saw her flicking through her app list, which brought him back to her brandishing her phone at him and demanding he look at whatever it displayed.

“...And what is “this”, Kitagawa?” He asked, staring into his own slightly confused expression in her selfie camera.

“This super awesome filter app Nowa was telling me all about!” She beamed proudly, turning it back to herself. “Isn’t it so cool? Look at all the options!”



“I can’t really tell the difference…” Gojou admitted, the various icons having little meaning to him.

“Well it’s supposed to be, like, super different.” Marin pouted slightly. “Nowa was telling me all about it. According to her, somebody she follows on Insta keeps raving about it. It’s supposed to be an AR enhancement app!”

“Ayy arr?” Gojou tried to remember where he’d heard that before. “That’s that “augmented reality” thing, right? Digital things you can see in the real world through your camera, wasn’t it?”



“Right!” Marin grinned. “But in this case, it’s more like overlaying things onto stuff, you know? And it’s supposed to edit things and whatevs.”



“I see…” Gojou didn’t see. This was already sounding a bit too sci-fi for him… “You mean like those animal ear filters you use? And smoothing filters? I know about those.”

“Like those, but way better! According to Nowa’s fave, anyway.” Marin handed him her phone, Gojou trying to make heads or tails of it while she talked. He tended to rely on Marin’s knowledge when using her DSLRs, but he was fairly confident he could at least work his way around a phone camera. “I thought it’d be good for our cosplay shoots since it’s supposed to make photos, like, way more vibrant and stuff, and you can add things and make changes! If I use this, we wouldn’t have to work so hard on the cosplays before we shoot!”

Gojou paused. “What do you mean by that?”



“Well, I mean if there’s a really tricky part of the outfit we could just use the app, and maybe we wouldn’t have to do so much makeup, and you know, stuff like that! You could save yourself sooooo much time before a deadline! You should be sleeping more anyway”

Marin seemed enthusiastic and eager to lighten his load, but Gojou’s interest in the app was already waning. He knew that cosplayers like Juju and others Marin knew used digital editing extensively to achieve their ideal image, but they also put their utmost effort into the cosplay itself and cut no corners if they could avoid it. The idea of half-assing a cosplay and relying on a computer to fix it for them just didn’t sit right with him. The traditional way had served them well so far, why risk a lower quality outcome with technology he didn’t trust?

in any case, Gojou had his misgivings, but trusted her enough to give it a fair shot and couldn’t say no to her when she was this eager. Perhaps by using it, he could find a new way to integrate it into their existing workflow, or maybe it’d be a bust like he thought.

“So… where do we start with this? I don’t really know what any of these settings mean…” Gojou admitted, handing the phone back to her.

“Hmm… Let’s just go for it!” Marin decided, then wrapped her arm around Gojou's shoulder and smiled widely as she brought the two of them into frame before he could protest. “Say cheese!”

Gojou blinked as the camera flashed and the shutter snapped, and by the time he regained his vision Marin was already applying a filter to their photo.

“Nowa said she was hyping up this filter…” Marin selected the Glitz filter and applied it, but her smile faded when it finished processing. “What, that’s it? I could have done this with my old app!”

Gojou looked at the finished photo, which impressed him about as much as it did Marin. The photo of her grinning and him looking slightly awkward now had a glittery pink hue to it, little more than a colour filter with some sparkles added on. So much for augmented reality…

“Maybe this is just one of the bad filters?” He suggested to the now grumpy Marin.

“This is supposed to be the filter! Nowa said that it was supposed to be life-changingly good! Whatever that’s supposed to mean!” Marin pouted and crossed her arms, then uncrossed them and tapped out a disgruntled text message to Nowa complete with numerous frowny face emojis. As soon as she was done she deleted the app on impulse, wanting nothing more to do with it. “After I got all excited and everything…”

As quickly as she had been annoyed, Marin’s grumpy look faded, figuratively and literally shrugging it off as she leapt to her feet.

“Oh well! A bust’s a bust!” She declared, stuffing her phone into her pocket without a second thought. “Gojou, wanna go get lunch?”

“Huh? Alright…” Gojou was once again impressed at how quickly Marin could regain her good mood. Normally he’d suggest not giving up so easily, but he was slightly ashamed to admit that he was relieved it didn’t work out. Switching things up now would have felt funny… Although he did feel slightly funny, now that he thought of it. As soon as he’d seen that processed photo he’d felt a slight lightheadedness. Maybe he was a little tired and hungry.

Gojou pulled himself to his feet, tugging at the loose shoulder of his top. Annoyingly, it immediately fell loose again, then again. He pulled it to the side to even it out, but that only caused the other side to be too loose too.

“Hurry up, Gojou!” Marin called from the doorway as she slipped her shoes on. “I wanna beat the rush!”

“I’m coming!” Gojou called, his voice cracking embarrassingly. He put his shoes on as quickly as he could and followed Marin down the stairs, although he couldn’t help but feel like something was subtly off. Something around him… He’d need more time to figure it out, but it wasn’t helping that the top of his traditional samue outfit was stubbornly refusing to stay put, feeling baggier than usual.

“What’ll I have today…!” Marin giggled as she imagined her lunch, only to take one step off the stairs onto the pavement and stop like a rock, her expression freezing on her face. She took another slow step, only to confirm her fears: her pants were tight! She could feel her thighs pressing into the fabric, and she was feeling a little snug around the back too! How had she not noticed before? It had seemed practically loose when she put it on this morning? Had she gained weight again? Marin started sweating, her dreams of an unhealthy lunch evaporating before her eyes.

To make matters worse Gojou had also stopped, practically squinting at her. Her heart leapt, simultaneously overjoyed that he was looking at her so closely, while horrified that he might have detected that he’d need to redo her measurements.

“W-what is it, Gojou?” She stammered as innocently as he could, while Gojou seemed to be thinking very intently about something. They stared each other dead in the eyes for a moment, Marin starting to feel her coloured contacts acutely as she refused to blink first. Was it just her or was Gojou, like, even cuter today? He looked a little different, not in a bad way though, but definitely in a way she’d describe as cute. His chin a little less square, his cheeks a little more rounded, his nose a bit smaller. Was that just her pure maidenly heart? No, that wasn’t right, she realised. If that were the case, she’d probably be imagining him as more handsome, whereas the way he looked now was distinctively more feminine. Had he started using those skincare products she’d recommended?



She’d been staring at him so long that when he finally spoke she nearly jumped.

“Kitagawa…” Gojou said slowly. “Are you wearing heels today?”

“Huh? What?” Marin nearly fell over in shock and relief. “No, not today.”

“That’s strange, you seem taller.” Gojou seemed unsatisfied even after looking at her flat-heeled boots. When he looked up, Marin realised that she was practically staring him in the eyes without having to move her neck upwards at all. But that couldn’t be right, Gojou was almost a head taller than her! Was he slouching? He didn’t look like it! But he did seem kind of… daintier? That top definitely looked too big on him, like his shoulders had narrowed. It was super baggy in general, like it was a size too big. Maybe he’d worn his grandfather’s by mistake? That didn’t make sense, his grandfather was shorter than him!

“M-maybe it’s a growth spurt?” She suggested. It wasn’t like Gojou would have shrunk overnight, after all. Or since they were on the sofa…

“I hope not, I’ll have to redo your outfits if that’s the case…” Gojou said, oblivious to Marin’s concerns with the rest of her body.

“Y-yeah, that’d be a real hassle, huh?” Marin laughed robotically, then marched forward while still laughing over and over, leaving Gojou to almost run to catch up. He almost went red in the face when he saw Marin from behind, and the impure thoughts her body was creating. Being a healthy young man, he just couldn’t ignore how huge her butt looked in those pants… maybe a little too big. Marin had never had a small butt, but even when she had put on a little weight it hadn’t practically strained against her pants like that.

“What is it, Gojou?” She asked, Gojou blushing again and being forced to drive his gaze upwards when he realised that her chest was seriously pushing out her top. It must have been his sinful thoughts warping his perception of her, because they seemed seriously bigger all of a sudden! The thought was enough to make him acutely aware of the differences between men and women, after all, he couldn’t imagine having things like that hanging from his chest all the time, pushing out anything he wore. As he thought that, he failed to notice a gentle slope from his neck to his chest forming through his top…

“Nothing, it’s nothing!” his voice cracked again, but this time it didn’t go back down an octave. “I must just be imagining things!”

“Yeah, it’s def gotta be nothing!” Marin insisted furiously, feeling a sudden urge to loosen her belt and relieve the pressure around her waist… Except she wasn’t wearing a belt in the first place! What was up with these pants!?

As hard as he tried to forget it, Gojou couldn’t ignore the fact that Marin’s figure was going beyond just a horny teenage mental exaggeration, those breasts were at least two cups bigger than they used to be, and her ass had become a bubble butt that wobbled slightly with each step, her hips rocking as they became wider than her shoulders. There was absolutely something up with Marin, undeniably so! The tailor in him couldn’t ignore those proportions!

Meanwhile, Marin couldn’t ignore the fact that Gojou’s face was going beyond maidenly delusion, she couldn’t even call him handsome anymore, he was downright pretty! Those thin eyebrows, thicker eyelashes, delicate cheeks, smooth skin and full lips… Gojou looked outright girly, a boyish girl to be sure, but a girl nonetheless. And she was certain that he had gotten shorter! They were now the same height, even with his back up straight, and in that position she could swear that it looked like he had boobs! She was way too fashion-conscious to not notice the difference between a man and a woman wearing the same clothes!

“Gojou!”



“Kitagawa!”

The two turned and spoke at the same point, Gojou’s voice higher pitched than Marin’s.

“You first!” the two said simultaneously, the two wasting valuable time trying to force the other to accept the offer. Eventually Marin started glaring at him, and Gojou was forced to speak first. The two stood awkwardly in the secluded street, not far from where they started. Marin was starting to feel acutely lightheaded, which wasn’t helping with the surreal atmosphere of the situation.

“Um, d-don’t take this the wrong way, and I mean this in the politest way!” He said, wondering why his voice was so funny. “You’ve gotten… bigger!”

“And you’ve gotten smaller, Gojou! And cuter!” Marin responded, acutely aware of his changes and although she felt too tight all over her body, otherwise oblivious to just how much thicker her thighs had gotten, how broad her hips were, and how her boobs were threatening to swell to over twice their original size, hanging heavy and causing slight underboob to reveal itself while her bra held on for dear life.

“Huh? What’re you talking about?” Gojou asked.

“I haven’t gotten bigger, you’ve gotten shorter!” Marin almost cried out, pointing an accusing finger at him. For some reason, his confused reaction just wanted to make her laugh.

“No, you’ve definitely gotten bigger!” Gojou insisted.

“No, I’m not taller!” Marin said back. “You’re way shorter! And you kinda look like a girl!”

“No, no, I mean, like, bigger! But not that type of bigger!” Gojou said, starting to feel kind of stupid. There was clearly a better way to say it, but the dumbest, most Marin way to say it was all that came out of his mouth. Then, he realised what she said. “Wait, I look like a what?”



“A girl! A really girly one! You even look like you’ve got boobs! Big ones!” Marin said, gesturing around her chest in a crude motion more suited to a teenage boy. “And your hair is getting really lo-woah, what’re these?”



Marin cut herself off when her boobs seemingly grew into where her hands were making a circular motion, and her jugs revealed themselves to her. By now the bottom third of her boobs were exposed to the air, Marin feeling her bra’s strap give up the ghost and snap. She reached under and pulled out her bra, Gojou flushing red as she stared at the undersized undergarment with disbelief. Marin let out a giggle in disbelief. The stranger the situation got, the gigglier she got, and the harder it was to think.

“And I don’t mean that you got taller!”  Gojou finally forced out in his girly voice a bit too late. “Your everything else got bigger!”



“I can see that!” Marin nearly shouted, looking around her body that was outgrowing its hourglass. As big as her boobs were, her hips were clearly bigger! The realisation of this seemed to trigger something in her, having to process how much her body had warped and contorted. It was like it opened a gate and let through a wave of pink fog into her head, and she found that instead of crying out again, all she could do was laugh and find it kind of sexy.

“L-let’s get out of sight!” Gojou looked around wildly, his rapidly growing hair flicking around as it brushed his shoulders. His bangs were getting pretty long too, and he could feel them brushing around his forehead. Marin’s bra snapping had made him realise that if she kept this up it wouldn’t be long before more of her clothes started to go. He took her hand and hurried her into a dead-end side alley where they were unlikely to be seen, feeling strange as his hips rocked more than usual. It had been hard to tell with his looser clothes, but his hips and ass had been growing like Marin’s, and just had more ground to cover. They were starting to push out his pants loud and proud, and those boobs were starting to approach melons, their weight penetrating his crowded consciousness.

“Oh my god, what is going on!?” Gojou nearly squealed as he clutched his chest. His face turned from flush to pale as he started to put the pieces together. A high pitched voice, a girly face, getting shorter and slimmer, outright growing breasts. That meant that the next thing must have been… His hand flew to his groin and confirmed the worst.

Strangely, Marin was watching him and slowly started to giggle. Not a nervous giggle like before, but a rather genuine one, as if she had cracked and was now amused by watching him panic.

“W-what’s so funny!?” Gojou asked as Marin giggled again, a rather dreamy look in her eyes.

“Gojou, you’ve got, like, huge tits! I’m jealous! Or, like, I woulda been jealous.” Marin giggled helplessly, sounding ditzier than usual. Gojou was juggling too many things to notice, but her hair seemed to be getting even lighter than usual, a paler shade of blonde than her usual dye.

“Marin, this is serious!” He switched to her first name, or rather she switched to her first name, unable to call herself a man any longer. “We’re, we’re, I don’t know! Changing!”

“Changing into something way hotter.” Marin giggled again, then let out a slow and rather sensual sigh. “Ooh, this feels kinda good, I feel all sexy… Gojou, you’re sexy too! I mean, you were, like, hot already, but hot in a different way now. I kinda like it…”

“Don’t, like, go all funny on me, Marin! I already feel totes funny! And I’m even talking weird! I’m talking like, like you!” Gojou wailed, cleavage starting to show through both her blue top and the now straining white t-shirt below it.

Unfortunately, Marin was long gone. Any chance of reeling her back in was lost when Gojou heard a loud tearing sound as her thighs burst free of their suffocating pants, the seams collectively giving up the ghost. The bulging thigh-flesh erupted outwards, her huge ass following in their footsteps and shredding the back of her pants. You could balance a plate on her bubble butt, and it only seemed to be getting bigger faster now that it was free. Meanwhile Gojou’s own ass was making his pants feel far too tight, but he tried to ignore it while he focused on the giggly Marin.

“Get ahold of yourself, Marin!” She shook her, Marin only laughing more.

“Why? We’re getting soooooo sexy!” Marin reached out and wrapped her hands around Gojou’s chest, the new girl letting out an impulsive moan as she felt womanly pleasure for the first time. She almost forgot everything else as Marin played with her for a moment, before letting go and stepping back with another giggle.

“See? You like it too.” She smiled



“Of course, of course not!” Gojou said a little too hesitantly, brushing a long, rapidly lightening bang out of her eyes. The pressure in her chest remained, and Gojou hurried to pull open his blue top and give her new puppies some breathing room, doing so just in time, although her t-shirt was pushed up so far it looked like a top Marin might wear. Gojou’s boobs were merely the size of her head, while Marin’s had recently exceeded that, her top ripping open too and revealing her huge, puffy nipples to the world.

But as big as her breasts were, her ass was always one step ahead. It was growing faster now, larger, more globular. Each cheek was approaching volleyball size, and she couldn’t help but give it a slap and feel it ripple. Her panties had long vanished between her cheeks, transformed into a thong minutes ago. Her thighs rubbed together, each cheek and thigh as wide as her entire body from hip to hip before her transformation. Gojou wasn’t far behind, her once baggy clothes unable to hide her lewd figure. The only thing keeping the waist of Marin’s tattered pants from falling down too was the fact that her waist had shrunk inwards, giving her a ludicrously narrow waist to complement now basketball-sized breasts and sofa-cushion sized asscheeks.

Marin let out a moan, not caring who heard them, while Gojou tried to hold back hers. When Marin opened her eyes her contacts were gone, her irises now a bright natural pink, and although Gojou wouldn’t realise it for a while yet, so had hers. Gojou was feeling around her body, grabbing her hips, her ass, her plump thighs through her pants that were threatening to shred like Marin’s. Marin seemed to have lost all sense of panic or urgency, leisurely crouching down and humming as she looked for where her phone had dropped.



The two’s skin was starting to darken as if they had been out in the hot summer sun for hours on end, causing Marin’s now platinum blonde hair to appear even lighter against her tanning skin. Gojou was gaining a healthy tan, but Marin seemed to be going darker, where she would eventually gain a deep bronze that any beach bunny would be jealous of. Gojou ran his hands through her long hair that fell down to her mid back, now a bright blonde like Marin’s and turning paler still. Gojou tore off her blue top entirely, revealing her now slender and hairless arms, as well as her tight belly just barely visible below her overwhelming tips, if you could tear your eyes away from those massive hips and jiggling ass. Her underwear tore and fell to her feet which were now swimming in her shoes, her pants soon to follow.

“Marin, we’ve got to do something!” Gojou said helplessly, unsure of what else to say in this situation, and looked up to see Marin happily humming and looking at herself in her selfie camera, giving a quick wink. Seeing her long, painted nails wrapped around her phone made Gojou glance down at her own hands, which had grown almost talon-like nails in a bright pink themselves, an inch long and still visibly extending outwards. A small part of her that was still worried about the small things was moaning in particular at this one. How was she supposed to do any fine work with ridiculous nails like these? Strangely, one of her nails failed to grow, and was quite sensibly short. If he’d looked closely, he’d have noticed that Marin had one too. How strange, she thought to herself, unable to figure out why, destined to find out sooner rather than later.



“Mariiiiin!” Gojou wailed, her voice twanging and valley girl-ish, managing to break through to Marin, who turned to look at her with wide, innocent eyes.

“Like, what’re you freakin’ out over?” She said like it was no big deal. “Yeah, we’re like, getting huge tits and asses an’ stuff, but it’s sexy, so, like, whatevs.”

“Marin, omigawd,” Gojou whimpered, starting to seriously panic at Marin’s extremely vapid reaction, looking deep into her vivid pink eyes, arms cupped around her prize-melon sized melons. “We’re like, like…”

She trailed off, noticing just how kissable Marin’s lips were. So soft, and so inviting.

“Super hot?” Marin suggested, thinking just the same. Before Gojou could speak Marin leaned in and kissed her right on the lips, wrapping her slender arms around her back. Gojou’s mind went blank, all her worries suddenly gone. All there was was the softness of Marin’s lips, not to mention her breasts as their melons squished against each other, loudly making out as their tongues invaded each other’s mouths. Their lips seemed to inflate with every second they were pressed against each other, becoming larger, fuller, and softer as they tested the limits of each other’s horny endurance. Gojou had long returned the hug, and didn’t have much interest in being the one to break it. The pink fog banging on the walls of her brain had been held back by her panic and concern, but now invaded fully, driving out all reservations that their transformation was anything but a sexy blessing. The two’s skin finished darkening, Marin noticeably more tanned than Gojou, while their hair turned a vivid platinum blonde that made it hard to tell the two apart. Marin had always had dark roots a couple of weeks after applying her hair dye, but it was pure blonde all the way down to the roots now.

“You’re so sexy, Mari.” Gojou giggled when they finally broke their kiss, although the two still embraced, looking deep into each other’s eyes. They were so entranced by each other that they hardly noticed that their lips hadn’t been the only thing that had changed, although their pillowy lips dominated so much of their faces that they wouldn’t blame anybody for being distracted. The two had gained a heavy layer of makeup, in particular their lips being coated with a glossy pink and matching slutty eyeshadow. There was practically a whole bottle of mascara applied to their heavy eyelashes, and their cheeks were so smooth you couldn’t see a single pore. Their makeup was so heavy that the two looked remarkably similar, enough to be mistaken for sisters thanks to their obscene proportions and slutty image, although without the makeup they were a bit more distinct, not that either of them would have been seen in public without makeup. Marin was still recognisable if heavily bimbofied, but it was impossible to tell who Gojou had once been.

The exaggerated gyarus drank in their mutual attraction and lust for each other, both being hard-pressed to find an aspect of each other that they didn’t find fuckable. Inevitably their hands moved lower, Gogo squeezing Mari’s ass right before she returned the favour. Even then their asses were growing, and Gogo could feel the flesh her nails were digging into expand around her. The feeling that her girlfriend’s beautiful booty was getting even bigger now just made her even hornier, helped along by Mari groping her ass in return. Their asses would finally stop growing soon just short of being wide enough to get stuck in doorways, still bigger and softer than any cushions they were ever likely to own.

“No, you’re so sexy, Gogo.” Mari giggled back. Gojou normally would have remarked out loud at an absurd nickname like that, but in her cloudy pink mind the only remark she had was how totes adorbs of a name that was. It had a strong appeal to it, and seemed to fit her far more than a boyish name like Gojou.

“No, you’re sexy.”

“No, you’re sexy!”

“You’re right, I am!”



“Oh-em-gee, I know, right? We are so hot right now.” The two bimbos giggled uncontrollably, going in for another quick round of passionate kissing. Eventually though,they seemed to regain enough self-awareness to realise that although they were having a lot of fun, they were doing it in an alley mostly naked, with the tattered remains of what had once been clothes around them.

“Ugh, our clothes are ruined. I really liked that getup, too.” Marin complained, more concerned with that than what had happened to them. The two tried to maintain at least a little bit of decency, enough to get them home, but there were slim pickings with what they had left. Gogo turned her blue top around and let it dangle from her breasts, while Mari unsuccessfully tried to pull her white jacket across her boobs, not even covering a nipple. Eventually, she gave up and simply tied it around her chest, where it succeeded in concealing her nipples. Unfortunately, her groin was still completely uncovered, her panties having snapped at some point, with Gogo in a similar state. Luckily, the two weren’t far from home, but that brought Mari to a terrible realisation.



Mari gasped. “Gogo, what are we gonna do? Nothing’s gonna fit us! I can’t wear any of my favourite stuff anymore!”

“Don’t worry, Mari! I’ll, like, figure something out!” Gogo said proudly, puffing up her chest, if that was even possible. She too was eager to show off her hot bod, mentally becoming almost as much of a fashionista as Mari.  “You still have, like, that sewing machine when you totally sucked at making your own cosplay, right?”

“Gogo, you’re so mean! But yeah.” Mari said with a pout. Her lips were so puffy that they  seemed almost perpetually pursed, but Mari managed to look cutely peeved nonetheless.

“Then let’s go! I’ll make us some sexy outfits just like that!” Gogo pumped her fist into the air, and the two hurried off, hips rocking and asses shaking as their boobs bounced with each step…

—

“Gogoooooo, are you gonna be done soon?” Mari asked, swinging her legs as she sat on her sofa, her ass and hips now taking up almost two thirds of it, propped up visibly higher by her huge butt. The next time the two sat on it to watch anime together, which Marin was still very much fixated on no matter how much of a bimbo she became, the two would have overflowed, even if crammed together hip to hip. “I’m getting horny, I wanna go out and meet some boooooys!”

“I’m almost done! And if you’re so horny, you’ve got, like, your beautiful girlfriend right here!” Gogo called back, deftly working past her massive boobs as she improvised some outfits for her.

“Yeah, but I wanna find us a stud, we haven’t had cock in like a week!” Mari whined. She was so horny that she didn’t really think about the fact that their history as bimbos was starting to extend beyond just a few minutes earlier.

“That’s true.” Gogo said thoughtfully. “But no threesomes! I want a guy to myself this time, I’m tired of sharing.”

“But then I get less time for you when we’re fucking!” Mari said needily. “It’s not my fault you’re such a good kisser, Gogo.”

“I’ll, like, make it up to you when we get back, ‘kay?” Gogo smiled. She was so preoccupied with her sewing that it was easy to forget that she had been a boy to begin with. A boy who had… not been openly dating Mari or banging her every night? Why? She was super hot even before they got an ass like a bean-bag cushion and tits a porn star could only dream of. Gogo didn’t get it, and that only made her history fade away faster. “Okay, done!”

Gogo held up what just barely qualified as clothes for them with a smile, Mari clapping and hurrying to put them on. Using several of Mari’s now woefully undersized uniforms as a base, she had constructed a pair of slutty schoolgirl uniforms, with a blouse that was more like a big bikini intended to house their colossal tits, and a skirt that was more of an accessory due to its inability to cover more than a fraction of their gigantic asses. She had compensated for it with long white thigh-highs that covered probably the most amount of skin on their bodies, with pink chokers to adorn their necks pilfered from Mari’s collection.

Although the two mostly matched, their underwear (by definition alone, as they were fully exposed in both cases) distinguished the two. Marin wore her favourite tiger-print bikini which managed to conceal her bloated nipples, while Gogo had borrowed a lacy purple bra and panties from Mari’s earliest cosplay. Even though it had been intended for a character that had required Marin to use fake breasts, it was still an extremely tight fit for Gogo. All the more reason to take it off as soon as possible.

“If we were back at my place, I could’ve made something even better.” Gogo pouted. “Actually, I think we might put Grandpa in hospital if he saw us like this…”

“This is the sexiest outfit I own, Gogo!” Mari tried to reassure her as the two slipped their matching clothes on.

“It’s the only outfit you own right now, Mari.” Gogo giggled. “We’ll have to have a girls day out tomorrow and buy lots of sexy new clothes!”

“Then it’s a date!” Mari gave Gogo another quick kiss, before the two slipped on some high heels and sauntered out the

“Let’s find ourselves some studs then head over to that love hotel!” Mari declared, the two bimbos wandering off to stagger the city with their overwhelmingly lewd bodies, their past selves and priorities already practically forgotten, and destined to be wiped clean by the time the two got fucked until they couldn’t think straight in the first place…