The convention hall buzzed with energy—flashing lights, chattering crowds, and the rustle of elaborate costumes. Marin Kitagawa stood at the center of it all, striking poses in her latest cosplay: a skimpy, glittery outfit from a fantasy anime, every stitch and seam crafted by her shy partner-in-crime, Gojo Wakana. Her blonde hair bounced as she twirled, her ample tits barely contained by the fabric, drawing gasps and camera clicks from onlookers.
“Gojouuuu! Look at this crowd! They’re obsessed with your work!” Marin chirped, her voice cutting through the noise.
Gojo, hovering awkwardly by their booth, adjusted his glasses and tugged at his hoodie. “Y-Yeah, it’s… uh, great. You look… amazing.” His eyes flicked to her chest, then darted away, cheeks flaming. God, why does she have to be so loud about it?
Meanwhile, across the hall, Komi Shouko drifted like a ghost through the chaos. The college freshman, known for her breathtaking beauty and crippling social anxiety, had come with friends to this cosplay event to “branch out.” Now separated from her group, her heart pounded as she clutched her notepad—her lifeline for communication. Then, she saw Marin. The cosplay was stunning, a work of art, and Komi’s wide eyes locked onto it, mesmerized.
Marin caught her staring and grinned. “Hey there! You like my outfit?” She bounded over, closing the distance in seconds.
Komi froze, then nodded, fumbling for her pen. She scribbled: “It’s beautiful. I love it.”
“Aww, thanks! I’m Marin Kitagawa, and this—” she yanked Gojo forward by his sleeve “—is Gojo Wakana, the sewing genius who made it!”
Gojo stumbled, nearly dropping a spool of thread. “H-Hi…” he mumbled, avoiding Komi’s gaze. She’s so pretty. Too pretty. Oh no.
Komi wrote: “Nice to meet you. Your work is incredible.” Her hands trembled slightly, but her smile was genuine.
Marin clapped her hands. “See, Gojo? Another fan! Hey, do you cosplay?”
Komi hesitated, then wrote: “I’ve always wanted to try.”
Marin’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Oh my gosh, Gojo could totally make you something! Right, Gojo?”
“W-What? I mean, sure, but—” Gojo stammered, caught off guard.
Komi’s face lit up, and she scribbled: “Really? I’d love that!”
“Perfect! Let’s swap numbers and meet tomorrow to brainstorm!” Marin declared, already pulling out her phone. Gojo just stood there, sweating, as two gorgeous girls beamed at him.
The next afternoon, Gojo’s small workshop smelled of fabric softener and nervous energy. Bolts of cloth lined the walls, and a sewing machine hummed faintly in the corner. Komi stepped inside, her dark hair catching the light, followed by Marin, who immediately flopped onto a chair like she owned the place.
“Welcome to Gojo’s lair!” Marin announced, kicking her legs up. “Where magic happens!”
“It’s not a lair,” Gojo muttered, pushing his glasses up. “It’s just… a workspace.”
Komi wrote: “It’s amazing. So many materials.” She ran her fingers over a roll of silk, awestruck.
“Thanks,” Gojo said, softening. “So, uh, what kind of cosplay do you want?”
Komi pondered, then wrote: “Something elegant. Maybe a princess or a goddess?”
“Ooh, good choice! You’d rock that!” Marin said, leaning over to peek at the sketchpad Gojo pulled out. He started drawing, his pencil moving with quiet precision, while Marin chattered about colors and frills.
Soon, it was time for measurements. Gojo approached Komi, tape measure in hand, his palms sweaty. “I, uh, need to measure your… bust, waist, hips. Is that okay?”
Komi nodded, standing stiffly. As he stretched the tape around her chest, his fingers grazed her tits—soft, warm, and oh-so-accidentally.
“S-Sorry!” Gojo yelped, jerking back like he’d been electrocuted.
Komi blushed crimson but shook her head, signaling it was fine.
Marin burst out laughing. “Oh, Gojo, you’re hopeless! It’s just a boob, not a bomb! Right, Komi?”
Komi managed a tiny smile, her cheeks still pink.
“Still,” Gojo mumbled, “I didn’t mean to…”
“Relax, she’s cool with it!” Marin said, waving it off. “Now, let’s figure out her style. How about we try on some stuff?”
Marin raided Gojo’s stash of finished costumes, pulling out a mix of outfits—some modest, some downright scandalous. “Dress-up time! Komi, you first!”
Komi emerged in a flowing gown, then a tight ninja suit, each one earning gasps from Marin and flustered nods from Gojo. Then came the maid outfit—black, short, and lacy, hugging her slender frame and pushing up her modest tits.
Komi twirled shyly, catching her reflection. She wrote: “It’s… bold.”
“Bold is good!” Marin said, then grabbed a nurse outfit for herself—white, skimpy, with a plunging neckline that showed off her cleavage. She struck a pose. “Nurse Marin, at your service! What’s your diagnosis, Doctor Gojo?”
Gojo’s face turned tomato-red. “I-I don’t know! Uh, healthy?”
Marin pouted playfully. “Boo, you’re no fun. Komi, back me up here!”
Komi giggled silently, writing: “You look sexy.”
“See? Komi gets it!” Marin winked. “Now, Gojo, your turn. Put on that prince outfit over there.”
“Me? Why?” Gojo protested.
“Because it’s fun, duh!” Marin shoved the costume into his arms.
Minutes later, Gojo emerged, looking like a nervous royal in velvet and gold trim. The girls clapped, and Marin wolf-whistled. “Looking good, Your Highness!”
“It’s tight,” Gojo grumbled, tugging at the pants.
“Tight is the point,” Marin teased. “Right, Komi?”
Komi nodded, her eyes lingering on Gojo a little too long.
The dress-up game evolved into a full-blown photo shoot. Marin set up her phone with a timer, declaring, “We’re doing a love triangle theme! Gojo’s the prince, I’m the flirty knight, and Komi’s the mysterious princess.”
They started with simple poses—Gojo standing between them, arms around their waists. The warmth of their bodies pressed against him made his head spin.
“Next, Gojo, look deep into my eyes,” Marin instructed, batting her lashes.
He obeyed, their faces inches apart. *Click.* The timer snapped the shot.
“Now Komi’s turn,” Marin said.
Gojo turned to Komi, her gaze soft and intense. *Click.* His heart thudded.
Marin grinned. “Okay, let’s spice it up! Gojo, kiss my cheek.”
“W-What?” Gojo sputtered.
“For the shot! Come on!” Marin urged.
He leaned in, lips brushing her cheek—soft, warm, a hint of perfume. *Click.* Marin giggled. “Good boy! Now Komi.”
Komi stepped forward, trembling but determined. Gojo cupped her face, kissing her gently. *SFX: Mmm…* She melted into it, her hands clutching his shirt. *Click.*
The phone kept snapping, but they’d stopped caring about the pictures.
Panting, they collapsed onto the couch, costumes askew, the air thick with unspoken want.
Marin broke the silence. “Okay, real talk. That was hot. And I think we all felt it.”
Gojo nodded, dazed. Komi wrote: “Yes.”
“So…” Marin leaned closer, “why stop there? We’re all into this, right?”
Gojo gulped. “You mean…?”
“A threesome, Gojo! Me, you, Komi—let’s make it happen!” Marin said, eyes gleaming.
Komi scribbled: “I want to.”
“See? Consensus!” Marin stood, pulling them up. “To my hotel room. Now.”
They stumbled into Marin’s room, a mess of nerves and excitement. She kicked the door shut and turned to them. “Costumes off. Let’s get real.”
Marin peeled off her knight outfit, revealing her full, bouncing tits and shaved pussy. Gojo stared, his dick straining against his pants. Komi shed her princess gown, her small, perky tits and tight curves glowing in the dim light.
“Wow,” Gojo breathed, shedding his own clothes. His dick sprang free, hard and throbbing.
Marin whistled. “Nice equipment, Gojo!” She pulled him into a kiss, tongues clashing. *SFX: Smooch!* Then she grabbed Komi, kissing her too. *SFX: Mmmph!*
They tumbled onto the bed, a tangle of limbs. Marin straddled Gojo, grinding her wet pussy against his dick. “Ready for me?”
“Y-Yes,” he gasped.
She sank onto him, her tightness swallowing his cock. *SFX: Squish!* “Fuck, you’re big,” Marin moaned, rocking her hips.
Komi watched, fingers circling her clit. Marin beckoned her. “Komi, sit on his face. Let him taste you.”
Komi climbed up, lowering her dripping pussy onto Gojo’s mouth. *SFX: Slurp!* He licked eagerly, her sweet taste flooding his senses. *SFX: Ahh…* Komi whimpered, rocking against him.
Marin rode him harder, tits bouncing. “How’s she taste, Gojo?”
“So good,” he mumbled between licks.
They switched—Komi lay back, legs spread, and Gojo entered her slowly. *SFX: Schlick!* “Tell me if it hurts,” he said.
Komi nodded, wincing, then relaxing as he filled her. *SFX: Ohhh…* Marin kissed her, sucking her nipples, amplifying every thrust.
“Fuck her good, Gojo,” Marin purred, fingering herself.
He did, pace quickening, until Komi’s soft moans turned to cries. *SFX: Ah! Ah!* Marin joined in, rubbing Komi’s clit, and they all spiraled toward climax.
“I’m gonna—” Gojo pulled out, cumming across Marin’s tits and Komi’s stomach. *SFX: Splurt!* The girls shuddered, orgasms hitting hard. *SFX: Nnngh!*
They collapsed, sweaty and grinning. Marin laughed. “Best. Cosplay. Ever.”
