Marin's Buffet Binge... 2! (comm)

CW: Stuffing, feeding, minor post-feeding wg, couple'a burps and and tummy noises

NOTE: It’s been a while, but future Marin is back! Just as a reminder, the dress up darling (along with her toy of a boy) is 20 and in college. This is a direct continuation of the previous fic, so if you want a refresher on how this whole ordeal came to be, here’s a quick link to that one! Now, on with the show-

Also, the first comm to actually get posted so far! I swear, I've been working on them- just had a streak of no-posts since my emergency comms time.

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“Aaaaaah- mmph!” That one was a bit too much! Marin’s mouth was overfull. She felt like she was gonna choke! Soda! She needed her soda! She flailed around, cheeks puffed. Luckily, her Gojo came to the rescue, putting the cup right into her hand. She brought it to her lips and took a few hefty gulps, washing a big portion of unchewed food down with the drink. She shuddered as the heavy lumps settled into her already overfilled stomach. S-So tight…~

“Are you alright?” Gojo’s voice broke Marin’s tum-induced fugue. She nervously glanced at him, taking note of just how red his face was and how hard he was trying to not let his eyes drift towards Marin’s distended belly. So precious! His eyes flickered back to Marin for a brief moment, sweat dripping down his brow. “It really wouldn’t be good if you were to choke, especially now. I d-don’t think we could really do the Heimlich right now… at least, not very well…”

Marin’s brain skipped a beat. She couldn’t suppress a giggle as she imagined Gojo wrapping his arms around her… even if it would be to eject food from her throat. But yeah, she could see his point. A lot more than just the food in her throat would probably come up if someone tried to do that when she was like this…

The blonde model had already been stuffed before Gojo had agreed to feed her the rest of the food from his plate. Now… ok, she wasn’t all that more stuffed. There had only been a few things left in the first place. As hot as it was to have Gojo feeding her past her limit… she wasn’t exactly getting pushed very far. Most of the damage to her figure was self-inflicted at the moment. There was a sizable amount of damage still, sure- her crop-top was getting pushed up by her boobs, and the button on her tight jeans had popped off right after the first bite of sushi from Gojo’s plate. Her belly was free to the open air, a volleyball-sized gut that filled her lap and gently nudged the table if she leaned forward. That was all from her own gluttony, though- she wanted GOJO to fill her up! Ah, phrasing-

“R-Ready for more?”

Marin nodded, mind instantly back on track. She opened her mouth again and let Gojo deposit a big hunk of sushi inside. She chewed the manageable amount of food for a bit, taking stock of both herself and Gojo’s plate. There was only a bit of rice and curry left on the plate… and while Marin was full (WAY full), she could definitely fit a bit more… Her Goddess Juju had given her this opportunity for Gojo wuvvy times! She couldn’t let that go to waste!

Marin swallowed the sushi, barely suppressed a lewd whimper as her belly tightened even more, and batted her eyes at Gojo. “S-Say, Gojo…”

“Hmm?” Gojo responded nervously, working very hard on scooping the rest of the rice and curry onto a spoon. “What is it?”

Ok, Marin, time to commit! “We still have a few minutes left for the buffet…”

Gojo froze. A grain of rice fell off the spoon, bouncing onto the plate below. “...W-W-Wasn’t the point of this to make sure I w-w-wouldn’t have to pay for the e-extra p-p-plate…?”

Marin’s face flushed a bright red. Stay strong, girl! COMMIT! “No big deal! You’d just have to make sure I finish it all!”

An equally red Gojo squeaked back, “I-If you keep eating, you’re going to p-p-pop-!”

“...Eep-” was Marin’s only response. That image had been just a little too much for her imagination. She buried her face in her hands, feeling like steam was radiating between her fingers. Gojo was going to pop her! He was gonna feed her so much that not just her jeans busted- her whole belly would as well! EEEEE-

Ah, but that was only if Gojo actually did. She couldn’t force him to do that, though. She already felt a bit bad (just a liiiiittle bit) about passing off the food bill to him anyways. She couldn’t just insist on- “Wh-Where are you going?”

Gojo blinked, half stood up. He glanced away, scratching his chin. His blush deepened. “We only have a couple of minutes left on the buffet, so… I need to hurry…”

…EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-

Marin’s brain short-circuited while Gojo quickly bustled over to the buffet. She knew he was feeling plenty weighed-down from the food he ate as well, so it was extra cute that he was moving so fast to make sure she was fed! She wuvved him so much, she couldn’t EVEN-

Right as the time for their buffet privileges ended, Gojo came back, sporting a plate with more than just a little food on it. Marin’s heart did a backflip as she eyed the heaping portion of curry and rice on the plate. “W-Wow, you really went all-in…”

Gojo couldn’t even look at her. “S-S-Sorry! I got a little… distracted, and ended up getting too much. If you can’t eat it all, it’s really fine! Though…” He continued, this time in a near-whisper, “I… don’t actually have the money to pay for an extra plate…”

…Marin really was going to explode. After all, there was no way she was going to cause problems for Gojo after she was the one to suggest getting another plate. She’d just have to buckle up and let Gojo feed her every last bite from that plate! That big… heaping… overfilled plate… fitting entirely into her… already packed gut… eheh… She shook the fog from her brain. Kinky later! Gojo ‘saving’ now! “N-No problem! You just have to make sure I eat it all!”

“R-Right!” Gojo stammered. He picked up the spoon he’d set down before, along with the last bite of the previous plate, and moved it to Marin. “R-Ready when you are!”

“Ready!” Marin parroted. She opened her mouth and let Gojo feed her the first bite of many. The taste of the food didn’t really matter; Marin could barely taste it anymore, anyways. Her overpacked gut and her Gojo sensors were already occupying her entire brain-space, leaving no processing power for anything else. 

Each bite was a mixture of pleasure and torment, as Marin’s already overfilled stomach was pushed to the very limit by her Gojo. It took every ounce of willpower Marin had to not groan or whimper with each bite. Every bit of food that was fed to her sent tingles of electricity racing across her gut. Her hands were gripping the table, knuckles white, because as much as she would have loved to be rubbing her stomach, she knew that she wouldn’t last long with the added ecstasy of tummy massages. All she could do was sit there and accept each grain of rice and each drop of curry, adding more and more mass to her poor glutted belly.

About three quarters of the way through the plate, Marin had to call a time-out. She leaned back in her seat, heaving for breath and sweat soaking her top. Her body was working so hard to process all the food she and Gojo had crammed into it. The noises it was making were unlike Marin had ever heard before. She stifled a burp, painfully aware of the fact that Gojo could definitely hear that- along with every single other sound her body was making. She let out the softest and cries as her stomach spasmed. “G-Gojoooo… it huuuuurts…”

“Ah- uuuuh- wh-what should I do-?” Gojo started, setting the spoon down. His hands hovered by Marin’s belly nervously, clearly not sure if he was supposed to rub or not. His face was tomato red and his eyes were out of focus as he asked, “D-D-Do I rub? W-We’re in public! Wh-Wh-What do I-”

“Pleeeeeeeease rub, please oh please oh PLEASE rub-” Marin groaned, back arching as another painful ripple raced across her belly.

Gojo did as he was told, gingerly massaging the aching expanse of Marin’s belly. The poor girl couldn’t stop the first erotic squeak that resulted from his touch, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to stop any others either, so she hurriedly rolled up a napkin and sank her teeth into it. Sorry, buffet staff! Hopefully she didn’t damage the napkin too much- “Hn-NNNNG-!”

After a few minutes, the majority of the cramps subsided, leaving Marin exhausted with a dull ache across her belly. She slumped in her seat, groaning softly into her napkin. Gojo sat quietly next to her, hands still hovering near her belly as if he wanted to keep massaging but wasn’t sure if that was ok. “Wh… What do we do now…?”

Marin’s eyes drifted over to the plate. She was soooooo full… but… it felt so good… “...K-Keep going…”

Gojo opened his mouth as if to protest, but just blushed even harder instead. He silently picked the spoon back up, got a modest amount of rice and curry onto it, and carefully brought it to Marin’s unwilling mouth.

The last quarter of the dish was both pure torture and pure bliss. Each bite sent down into her tum sent a dull pang racing through her body, each swallow an excuse for her skin to tighten. Her legs were trembling even though she was sitting down, knees pressed so hard into one another that she thought the bones might touch. It was an endless onslaught of tasteless grains and empty soup. She even felt like she lost consciousness a couple of times, though the renewed pain of her body reflexively gulping down yet more food always brought her back.

Finally… FINALLY, it was over. The spoon clattered to the plate for the last time. Gojo breathed an audible sigh of relief, clearly relieved that Marin hadn’t vommed- or exploded. She certainly felt like doing both. She was so packed full of food that her throat was having trouble swallowing, with her needing to make multiple attempts to finally cram that last bite into herself. Even after, she felt like it was sitting in her esophagus rather than settling into her gut. Her belly pressed into the table’s edge at all times now, with it even starting to muffin over the top. Her entire lap was full of taut gut, with the apex of the thing only maybe an inch away from her knees. The taut orb was slick with sweat, skin tight enough that it almost squeaked when rubbed. There was absolutely, POSITIVELY no more room left inside Marin at all.

The idea of being packed to the very brim like this was so unbelievably hot that Marin felt like squirming, but being packed to the very brim was so tiring that squirming was too much effort. Instead, she just lay limp in her seat, sucking in whatever breath she could with her harshly crowded lungs.

Gojo, meanwhile, was lowkey freaking out. He was glancing around worriedly, as if debating if he should go ask for help. It was very cute… eheh… “G-Goooojooooo…”

Gojo sat up at attention. “Th-That’s me! What do you need?”

Marin giggled, somewhat delirious from exhaustion and excitement. “Can you get me home, pleeeeease? I wanna get out of these clothes…”

If Gojo was a train, his ears would be whistling. He hurriedly slid out of his seat, then offered Marin his hand. She took it (he had calluses from his doll work~) and, ever so slowly, worked her way to the seat’s edge. Standing up was an ordeal; her skin tightened even more, the pressure inside her skyrocketed, and her legs gave out several times from weight and pleasure. Still, Gojo managed to get her arm over his shoulder, and his strong self lifted her to her feet. She groaned and giggled again once she was up, fully leaning into her partner in crime. “Goooo-jooooo…”

“Y-Yes, Gojo speaking!” the poor man squeaked out, even as he started to half walk, half carry Marin to the buffet front desk so he could pay.

“After I get out of these cloooothes… I’m gonna need looooots of belly rubs… eheheh…”

Gojo swallowed. Hard. “M-Marin, did your soda have any alcohol in it…?”

It hadn’t. “I dunnoooooo… Wanna taste my breath and find ooooout?”

He swallowed again. “Ooooooh boy… This is going to be a long walk to your house, isn’t it…?”

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Marin buried her face in her hands. If she couldn’t see it, it hadn’t happened. She hadn’t eaten twenty pounds of food. Juju hadn’t found out about her fetish. She hadn’t gotten delirious and flirted ruthlessly with Gojo all the way home. And she hadn’t gained a single pound.

She poked her middle. Pudge. Crap. It had totally still happened.

Marin groaned as she stared at herself in the mirror. Her one day of unhinged fun had given her several weeks of work. Her boobs were overflowing her bra, and her pants were so tight on her butt and thighs that they’d probably split if she bent her knees too far. She had even developed a pair of love handles on her midriff- the enemy of models everywhere. She grimaced as she pinched her side. If it was just her butt and her boobs, a bit of extra weight was fine, but she was gonna be in real trouble for the chunkier middle. She’d have to put off modeling work until she slimmed back down, which meant putting off her next cosplay. Uuuugh, what a costly mistake…

A voice from the other room interrupted Marin's self-deprecation. “Nnnnng… This… doesn’t look like my bedroom…?”

Marin paused. She giggled a little. Ok, maybe it hadn’t been a mistake. She had a Gojo to see in the morning now, thanks to yesterday’s antics! That couldn’t possibly be a bad thing, right~?