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The dirt roads of Edo era Japan were usually filled with dangers of all kinds. From kappa hiding and waiting at the riverside for the perfect time to strike, to roaming masterless samurai and shrouded shinobi who stalked in wait behind many a tree, waiting for the perfect time to strike. For the traveling trio of Jin, Mugen, and their protectee Fuu, however, the greatest danger was no one of yokai or that of their fellow men, but instead from within.

GRUMBLE.

Which is another way of saying the trio were collectively starving.

“I told you two we should have stocked up before we left the last town,” Fuu whined as her stomach roared in futile protest. “Now look at us!”

“We did have some old rice in storage.” Mugen commented.

“Until someone ate it this morning for breakfast.” Jin finished, coldly.

Fuu turned her head back to say something but ran into an incoming object (as always she had insisted on leading the duo of samurai turned bounty hunters as they walked).

“WHO PUT THIS SIGN HERE?!” Fuu cried, her face smarting with redness from the rectangular outline of a sign.

“Not a bad question, honestly.” Mugen mused. He turned to Jin. “What’s it say?”

“Let’s see.” Jin leaned towards the sign and squinted. “Huh.”

“Good huh, or bad huh.”

“Not sure. Says here there’s a sumo tournament in the text town over.”

“Really?” Mugen raised a questioning eyebrow. “This is hardly the time for a tournament. Hasn’t the spring tournament come and gone already?”

“Local deal, seems like.” Jin said. “But that’s not what’s interesting.”

“What’s so interesting about a dumb sign and a dumb sumo tournament?” Fuu asked, her face having cleared up quickly though the stinging outline of the sign remained on her face.

“Just that the participant and her handlers get access to a free buffet if they hang in the tournament. Longer she lasts in, the better the grub.”

Mugen let out a low whistle. “Not bad.” A thought then occurred to him. “You said ‘she’. This tournament’s-”

“-All women, yeah.” Jin said, chuckling.

Now it was Fuu’s turn to frown. “Thought there was a female kami or something that didn’t like it when girls entered into the scared ring?”

“Eh, that story’s probably just a buncha crap the priests came up with to keep women out of what’s ultimately just grappling in loincloths.” Mugen said, shrugging. Even if it would improve the sport a thousand-fold, he thought. “Either way, you’re our meal ticket today Fuu. Literally.”

Fuu scowled. “Oh, no. I am not participating in some dumb sumo tournament.”

“Why not?” Jin asked. “With your ability to burn weight, this tournament might as well have been made with you in mind.”

“Besides, we’re all hungry here. Worse case you lose your first match, and we at least get our money’s worth, meal wise. Not that we have much money left from our last job.”

“I-Alright, fine!” Fuu threw up her hands. “But you two had better be grateful for all this.”

A few hours later

“This looks like the place.” Mugen said as the three arrived in a large inn-like building on the outskirts of town.

Fuu glanced around at the various women of varying weights and masses. Most, if not all, had seen fit to come with their own mawashi and supportive bras for the tournament.

“Gee, you think?”

After Jin and Mugen had paid Fuu’s participation fee with the last yen to their names, the two waited as Fuu ducked inside to change into her temporary uniform.

“W-Well, what do you guys think?”

Jin and Mugen turned around and it was Jin’s turn to whistle. Mugen simply averted his gaze by staring at the ground.

“Not bad, Fuu. Got to say, ya pull off a mawashi well.”

“You look good, I guess.” Mugen muttered, face reddening.

Fuu huffed and put her hands on the hem of her white mawashi belt. “You could at least look me in the eye when you say that ya jerk!”

Mugen’s gaze shifted upward and sure enough, Fuu was clad in a mawashi and white striped, cotton bra Sarashi-style, with a black leotard covered in sunflower patterns.

“You look nice, Fuu. Really.”

Fuu, whose face was starting to pinken just a bit turned away with an annoyed huff.

“You do know how sumo works, right?” Jin asked her.

“You’re asking that after we’ve signed her up?” Mugen stated, shaking his head.

“Of course I know how sumo works!” Fuu snapped. “We don’t punch each other and any part of my body that touches the ground outside the soles of my feet means I lose. What a dumb question to ask.”

“Attention, everyone. The tournament is about to begin!”

“Looks like that’s my cue.” Fuu smiled. “Wish me luck, boys!”

“Good luck.”

“Try to win at least one match.”

Fuu glared at Mugen but stormed off in a huff.

“Shouldn’t have said that.” Jin commented as the two seat themselves at the lowest quality of the three buffet tables.

“Fuu’s got a strong will, that anger will help her in the match.”

Jin gave Mugen a questioning look.

“That’s it.” Mugen said, glaring in annoyance at the unspoken implication.

“Sure it is, Mugen. Sure it is.”

Meanwhile, Fuu had already entered the ring and was mentally preparing herself for the fast-approaching bout. Being a teenage girl in Edo era Japan, there was a reason Fuu left the fighting to Jin and Mugen, but she knew she could make up for the lack of her combative ability through sheer spirit and willpower.

“Dosukoi. Dosukoi! Dosukoi!” Fuu shouted, performing the skinko or sumo stomp with as much strength and power as her young lithe body would allow.

Fuu’s opponent, who was about the same size as Fuu herself, could only stare in awe as she was taken aback by Fuu’s sheer energy.

The referee, lacking all the finery and class that usually came with a proper sumo ref, gave the okay for the match to start.

Fuu shot off like a well-nocked arrow, barreling towards her opponent with a remarkable speed that caught her for by surprise. Fuu’s opponent resisted, the soles of their heels digging into the mound of clay that made up the sumo ring, and Fuu felt her brow start to break out in a sweat. The seconds seemed to drag on slow and heavy until-

Thud!

“And the winner is Fuu, from the east!”

“I-I did it!” Fuu cheered, wiping the sweat from her brow. Since she had time before her next bout, she decided to see how Jin and Mugen were doing.

“Guess who won her first match?”

“The other girl?” Mugen grunted up from his bowl of fresh rice.

“No!” Fuu said, stomping her foot. “Me!”

“Oh. Good.” Jin said, looking up from his own bowl of white rice. “Guess that means we’re still in this. Keep going, Fuu.”

“What are you, nuts?” Fuu asked, gobsmacked. “I just got lucky that one time, now let me sit down, get some grub, and we can leave this place before someone, namely me, get’s seriously hurt.”

“Yeah… But the winners of the semifinals get access to special salmon made sushi.” Jin mused. Glancing over at Fuu, a thought occurred to the masterless samurai.

“Mugen.”

“What?”

“Don’t you think Fuu looks a bit skinny? For a sumo wrestler I mean.”

Mugen glanced Fuu over. “Good point. Fuu, if you’re going to keep at this, you’re going to need to bulk up.”

“And why should I do that?”

“Because we’ve already paid for the food with your entry fee, and you can eat to your hearts content.”

“… Dammit, those are some good points.” Fuu said before sitting down. “But if we’re going to do this, then you two are my food servants, now chop, chop. My next bout starts soon!”

30 minutes later

“The next bout will soon begin. Wrestlers, take your places!”

“You ready for this?” Mugen asked Fuu, eyebrow raised.

Fuu slapped her soft gut with a chubby hand. “Born ready!” she roared; her voice now deeper thanks to her added bulk.

“Go get em, kid.” Jin said, eyes wandering over towards the next tier of buffet. “While Mugen and I help ourselves to more grub.”

“Yeah!” Fuu stormed off, leaving a slight quake in her waddling wake as her fatten frame shook with each step. Fuu had bulked up like she usually did when overeating and the now chubbier teen knew she’d have a better shot at continuing in the tournament.

Her opponent was larger than her last one had been and like Fuu, wore nothing more than a white mawashi and supportive bra that strained heavily against her bulk.

Looking her over Fuu let out an uneasy gulp. The girl, at first glanced, seemed larger than Fuu herself even with all of her recently gained temporary bulk.

The girl had a somber and stoic face, like she had been born carved out of stone and the sudden reality of Fuu’s general lack of fighting experience came crashing down on the young girl with sudden realization.

“BEGIN!”

The larger girl charged forward, and it was only fear and instinct that gave Fuu the reflexes necessary to avoid the incoming grapple for fear of being thrown out of the ring in an instant.

Sidestepping the incoming reach of arms with remarkable speed given her size, Fuu slammed herself forward to try and topple her opponent over from a middle-aimed tackle.

The tackle, however, was misplaced as Fuu’s foe seemed to stagger for a moment before regaining her balance and slamming her wobbling foot back down on the clay arena.

As Fuu continued her futile shoving, her opponent reached around her sides and gripped the hem of her mawshi, fingers gripping hard into the tight white cloth. Fuu felt her body heavy forward as her opponent tried to lift her off the ground but Fuu’s bulk managed to give her just enough resistance to stay in the fight.

As her body shifted back down from the failed lift, Fuu leaned back on the balls of her feet and shifted her bulk backward. With her fat arms screaming in unison Fuu managed to vault her foe’s body over her shoulders and head where she landed onto the ring stomach first with a thunderous thud.

“The winner, Fuu!”

“I-I did it!” Fuu smiled weakly, her body still trembling from the rush of adrenaline as she exited the ring and made her way back to her bodyguards.

“Still in the tournament.” Jin asked Fuu as she waddled up towards them.

“Of course.” Fuu said, puffing out her already large stomach as it inflated like a pale balloon. It then deflated just as suddenly. “I’m actually kinda amazed I won at all. I think a lot of these girls are serious about this thing.”

Jin and Mugen glanced around. It was either their imagination, or there were a lot less thinner girls than when they entered. And then there were the black clad servants, who usually served the house of some important manner but were for whatever reason helping some backwater underthetable sumo tournament.

“You want to quit?” Jin asked

“Of course I do.” Fuu huffed, her already squinty eyes squinting even further with the fatness of her now puffier cheeks. “I’m not cut out for combat, which is why I hired you two numskulls in the first place!”

“Stick with this gig until the end, kid.” Jin said, coolly. “The final tier buffet has red snapper sushi with wasibi going for it.”

Fuu frowned as she felt her fatten gut rumble with pains of hunger. “Damn, that does sound good. Alright, fine! One more round but regardless of whether I win or lose, we’re out of her.”

“Works for me.” Mugen said with a shrug, eyeing some of the stronger, more powerfully built women that were waddling about and filling up on their share of the free grub. Sumo, Mugen thought, really would be better if women were allowed to throw down along with the men.

“I’ve got time to kill,” Fuu said. “So I’m going to bulk up even further beyond!”

“You sure that’s a good idea?” Jin asked. “Your metabolism might be able to deal with your usual fat bulk but even that’s probably got its limits.”

Fuu glared at the masterless swordsman. “And what happens if I deflate back to my skinny self in the final round? I’ll be flattened like a piece of sushi! Besides, I’m sure I can burn off the extra, extra weight no problemo.”

“Alright, it’s your body.”

“That’s right, I’m the one risking her big butt out there, now, make with the food, boys.”

“Still beats having to pay for all this grub.” Mugen muttered as he and Jin got up from the table.

Another half an hour flew by in a blur of plates and bowls of rice, fish, dumplings, and tempura.

“How you holding up, Fuu?”

Fuu let out a low groan as her deep, now borderline womanly, voice let out a slurring string of something incoherent.

“Guuh.” Fuu began massaging her massive double layered apron of a stomach with her fat, thick hands. “All I can see is rice and dumplings. It’s like a void to the food dimension…”

Her face had fattened up even further, with her neck now adorn with not one, but three chins and her cheeks had bunched up her eyes both Mugen and Jin couldn’t help but wonder if Fuu could even see, let alone wrestle, as she was.

Her arms had gone from chubby to a level of fat that made her usual ballooned self-look like her regular rail thin frame. Her breasts had temporarily expanded to maternal levels, resting atop her gut as the Sarashi bra was now stressed to the breaking point. Fuu’s hips were now wide and womanly as any pampered noble woman, waist equally thick with thighs as thick as tree trunks. Her mawashi, mostly covered by flab, likewise was straining to keep Fuu’s supersized hyped-up bulk decent.

Even Fuu’s feet had swelled in size and softness, resembling more over feed bugs then proper toes.

“You sure you still up for this?” Mugen asked, frowning.

Fuu hiccupped, which turned into a powerful belch halfway through. “L-Let me at em!”

She raised her fat arms in the softest looking punching stance the two men had ever seen.

“D-Dosukoi!” Fuu said, pausing mid-hiccup, her entire body shook and trembled as her new, seemingly endless rolls and layers of fat trembled and jiggled madly.

“Think we might have gone too far?”

“We just might have,” Mugen admitted, glancing down at Fuu as he felt his face start to warm.

“Hey!” Fuu barked, her husky voice slightly slurred from her food coma. “If I saids I could fights, then I can fights!”

She slowly rose her cumbersome bulk up from her pillow (now forever flatten with two Fuu sized butt marks embedded within) and, after adjusting the back of her mawashi past the rolls and layers of blubber, proceeded to do the most uneven sumo stomp of the Edo era.

“To victory! Banzi!”

Before either Jin or Mugen could say anything else, Fuu stormed off with an even greater intense quaking of the floorboards than before. Mugen kept his gaze even on Fuu’s now gargantuan backside; each cheek was almost as large as a wagon wheel as they sloshed and jiggled up and down with each step forward.

“Seriously?” Jin said, shaking his head.

“Just making sure she gets through this.” Mugen scowled back, glaring.

Maybe it was the thrill of having not one, but two victories under her mawashi. Maybe it was the remaining exhilaration from her most recent food stuffing. Whatever the reason, Fuu waddled into the ring with a spring in her step, impressive given that she now weighed on par with that of a true sumo wrestler. Even the sunflowers on her leotard, stretched out from her rolls as they were, seemed to give off a more optimistic vibe.

“LET’S DO THIS THING!”

Suddenly, Fuu felt a towering shadow loom over her. Looking up so that all three of her chins were sprayed out in all their glory, her beady eyes nearly vanished back into their sockets when she saw who she was going up against.

Standing above her like a mountain of flesh hued by nature into rough human form, was her opponent. Her skin was tanned brown from the sun, her limbs thick cords of muscle, her stomach as large as an oxen and around as the moon, her bare breasts the size of cow utters. She wore nothing save for the very prominent mawshi, itself a worn and weathered loincloth that’s pristine whiteness had turned black from wear and tear and thousands of countless bouts.

“I,” The woman, for this mountain of mass was indeed female, “Am Reina.”

Her voice boomed like a thunderclap. She leaned down and stared at Fuu. “And who are you?”

“I. Me. Fuu.” Fuu squeaked in something resembling her normal, non-fattened voice.

Renia let out an equally thunderous blast of laughter. “Well then Fuu, let us have a good match.”

“Huh.” Mugen commented, craning his neck upward at Riena. “How they heck did we ever miss her? She’s the size of an oni.”

“Better question is how someone that big even got in the building in the first place.” Jin commented.

Mugen thought the logistics of that over for a moment. “Touche.”

Back in the ring, any confidence Fuu had obtained prior had fled the building in a screaming hysterical fit of fear. The only thing that had kept Fuu from doing the same herself was that her body had locked up. Flight, for whatever reason, had left with her confidence it seemed. Thankfully, the fight part of her brain was still around to give Fuu the kick in the butt needed to plant her palms down in the starting position.

Sumo was a sport with no weight class and, if ever this was a bout that showed this off in its all of its awe-inspiring wonder, this bout was it.

I’m going to die a fatass. Fuu realized suddenly as Reina placed her own monstrous knuckles onto the ground. Just great. A distant story of her father’s faith came back to her, of how a smaller warrior in a far off land back before even the Ginpai Wars had taken place, was once able to beat a giant with no more than a slingshot. Somehow, Fuu doubted a catapult would have been enough to take this Renia girl down.

Still, Fuu thought to herself. I’ve made it this far and it’s not like your supposed to die in a sumo match. Besides, with all this blubber I should be fine, right? Right?

It was at that moment that Fuu wished her mawashi was a darker color than pure white.

“Begin!”

What little color that remained in Fuu’s fat filled face drained away so that her head now resembled a large, lumpy turnip than anything else as Renia took a half step forward, already closing what little distance existed between them in that instant.

Fear flooding every fat cell within her Fuu ran toward Renia, mind blanking as she waddled with remarkable speed, her trunk thick thighs rubbing and squeaking with each panicked prod forward..

Renia’s mighty arms came down in a swooping motion and Fuu could feel the wish of wind wash past her backside as she barely escaped in time.

Having nothing else to lose Fuu slammed all of her bulk into one mighty tackle of force; Renia’s monstrously massive frame shook mightily in recoil, but the otherwise giant of a woman refused to budge a centimeter.

Renia’s chuckle rumbled throughout the entire building, causing fresh saw dust to rain down from it’s freshly made rafters.

“A good effort, little one, but not good enough!”

Renia reached down once more and Fuu, eyes darting madly as she sought some sort of escape, laid her gaze on the last place her opponent would try to get her.

Rushing with a hasty, jiggle inducing jog, Fuu dove in between the slight gap between Renia’s otherwise inhuman thighs.

“W-What the-?” Renia’s face flushed madly as she held back an unbecoming snort.

“G-Get out of there, you! I-I’m ticklish.”

Fuu, who it should be said couldn’t hear Renia over the sheer density of flesh that the giant woman had, simply wormed her way further into as much dense leg flesh as her fat, bloated body would allow.

The half-baked plan she had formed would be that she would squeeze out on the other side of Renia’s body, and then use that momentum to try and attack the giantess’ back legs. It would either work, or Fuu would just become the world’s fattest, flattest human pancake. Either way, it was all Fuu had to work on and was probably her best-

There was a dull, earth quaking, powerful vibration that shook and jostled Fuu about so much that she found herself flying out of Renia’s fat folds like a cork in a bottle of sake.

Landing on her fat feet with almost cat-like grace, Fuu glanced up at Renia, who had fallen over on her butt and was beside herself with uncontrollable laughter.

“What.” Was the only reply that Fuu could manage to get out of her mouth as she was declared the winner.

Upon hearing that, however, her mind snapped back to some level of coherence.

“So. What exactly did I win?” Fuu asked the man that had been overseeing the bouts as a makeshift referee.

“Just this.” The man said, who Fuu realized a moment too late was grinning with wolfish intensity.

Suddenly a cry of screams from most of the women who had entered came flood up as a strange visible gas came into the room like fog on a cold fall night.

Fuu turned to where Mugen and Jin were, only to see that both had passed out with food on their faces.

“Are you kidding me?” Fuu screamed as she heard the thudding of bodies around her. Glancing frantically around she saw that many of the women were either passed out or soon passing out.

Fuu’s eyelids grew alarmingly heavy, and she felt the world around her spin. The next thing she knew was blackness.

0000

“… Ow.” Letting out a deep groan, Fuu reluctantly rose back into consciousness. She blinked and was slightly confused by why the world looked the way it did. Touching her face, she could feel her hand’s thickness and the puffiness of the cheeks that made her eyes naturally squint.

“I’m still a fatso, seriously?” Fuu muttered. Looking down she saw only her mammoth sized breasts resting atop her still massive dangling apron of a stomach of pure flesh. Running her thick fingers through her folds Fuu could feel that she was still wearing her mawashi and leotard, at least.

“Least I still got some sort of clothes, I guess.” Glancing around she could see that she was in a cage, with many of the other women from the tournament in a similar predicament.

“What the hell is going on here?”

As if to answer Fuu’s rhetorical question, a door slid open and out from the sunlight of the outside world stepped a man. The same man who had overseen the tournament and acted as the referee.

“You-” Fuu took a half waddle forward, beady eyes burning with as intense a glare as she could manage given her current state.

“You’re that jerk from the tournament, just what the heck is going on here?!”

“History in the making, my dear champion.” The man chuckled, darkly. “For you see, you and these lucky ladies are about to become Japan’s greatest export to the outside world...”

“W-What? Who the heck would want a bunch of fatasses like us?”

“People like myself, who prefer the mass and might of a woman of substance to that of a frail twig that passes itself off for female beauty these days. For I. Have. A. FEETTTTIIISSSHHHH.”

Under different circumstances, Fuu would have found the drawn-out delivery giggle worthy but with her situation being what it was and the man’s general intensity, she instead let out a powerful shiver that shook her entire frame.

“And as it turns out, my dear, many of the Dutch that have set up shop in our homeland share my fondness for larger women. When I sell you lot to the kings and queen of Europe, I will put both Japan and sumo on the map. No longer will we be barely known as an island of backwater savages. Instead, we will be known as the island of powerful, strong, mighty warrior women. And men.”

The man added, casually. “I’ve got a second ship with second stringer wrestlers who no one will miss back home. For those that prefer their massive meat of the… male verity.”

“YOU’RE NUTS!”

“Which is what they said of the great Oda Nobunaga when he went to conquer Japan itself.”

“Which he didn’t even succeed in!” Fuu pointed out. “Nobunaga is the last person you should be comparing yourself to!”

“Enough!” The man snapped. “You will be sold, same as your friends, when we get to the friendly waters of the Spanish. From there we’ll hit up France and then England-”

“Wait.” Fuu said. “You’ve got Jin and Mugen on this ship?”

“Those are the names of the two swordsmen that you entered with? Then, yes. They are here. Minus their swords of course. I figured they likewise would fetch a fine price as bodyguards to the royals of Europe.”

Fuu let out a deep, uncharacteristically, mature womanly bout of laughter.

“And just what is so funny, girl?”

Fuu grinned, pausing mid chortle. “You just made a big mistake, pal. Knowing those two they’ll come busting through any minute.”

The man snorted, and crossed his arms, unimpressed. “Please, I have guards equipped with the finest rifles the powers of Europe have to off. Your friends are unarmed. They can do noth-”

The door came crashing door as Jin and Mugen, slightly battered and bruised between the both of them, stood triumphant. They glared at the man who had kidnapped them and Fuu.

The man, meanwhile, had turned around with a bewildered and stunned expression.

“How. You. I. WHAT ARE YOU TWO?”

“Just the pair of guys,” Jin began.

“That are gonna kick yer ass.” Mugen finished as the two drew their blades with hostile intent.

The man could only let out a terrified scream and the two began to walk towards him. By the time they got within striking distance, he had already collapsed to the floor unconscious out of fear.

“Well,” Mugen said with a look of disappointment. “That was anti climatic.”

“Don’t suppose you two picked up the key to our cells?” Fuu asked. A look of relief washed over her when Jin spin a ring of jangling keys around his index finger.

“How much of that did you two overhear?” Fuu said when she and the other female sumo wrestlers had been freed of their cages.

“Enough to know that guy was nuts.” Jin said, glaring at the still unconscious man.

“Made a big mistake kidnapping us. Even if it did take a while to break out of our bonds, find our swords, and take out most of his guards.” Mugen added.

“Well,” Fuu said with a sniff. “I’m glad to see you managed to survive, anyways. Now, as tempting as seeing the rest of the world would be, let’s say we steer this ship back to Japan. After all, I doubt we’ll find the Sunflower Samurai in Europe. Probably.”

A few days later, when the ship had landed on Japanese soil and the captured fat women had all gone their separate ways; Jin, Mugen, and Fuu began to make their way down the dirt pathways of Edo era Japan once more.

“One thing I don’t get,” Jin mused aloud. “Whatever happen to that Renia girl?”

“Oh, yeah.” Mugen frowned in thought. “She wasn’t on the ship and a girl that big would have probably sunk it anyways. Could be that fat worshiping creep didn’t both to capture her.”

“Maybe she was an oni?” Fuu added, huffing as she did her best to keep up with the far trimmer swordsmen. She was back in her sakura pink robes, which had been hemmed to fit her still massively large frame. Though she had lost some weight over the past couple of days, Fuu was still in her far larger, fatter state as she waddled along next to Jin and Mugen.

“Would-” Fuu paused to gasp. “Explain her size if nothing else.”

“Maybe.” Jin said in a noncommittal tone. Then, he shrugged, not really caring either way. The world was full of loose, crazy ends, that much his adventures with Fuu and Mugen had taught him.

Mugen glanced back at Fuu, and his face went red when he saw what she was wearing under the robe.

“You’re still going to wear that thing?” he asked her.

Fuu beamed, patting the hem of her white mawashi with pride. “Sure am. Won the tournament, didn’t I?”

“You mean the fake scam of a tournament that was put up by some fat loving weirdo with delusions of grandeur?”

Fuu glared. “Shut up, Mugen. A win’s a win you know!” Though, she thought to herself, I’m usually long back to normal by this point, so what gives?

Elsewhere, many miles way near a riverbed devoid of human life, a river kappa went flying as they crashed into the defeated lump of its companions.

Renia brushed her mighty hands together before placing them on the hem of her mawshi. Gone was her human form and in its place was her true shape: An oni sumo demoness.

Renia glared at the heap of defeated Kappa.

“And to think, you all are what the mortals associate with sumo. Bah!” She let out a hock of spit at them. “The girl, Fuu, was a much more interesting challenge. I do hope she enjoys the gift of strength and power I left her.”

Renia chuckled. “But I’m sure she’ll figure it out eventually once the weight fails to fade with time…”

Description
The dirt roads of Edo era Japan were usually filled with dangers of all kinds. From kappa hiding and waiting at the riverside for the perfect time to strike, to roaming masterless samurai and shrouded shinobi who stalked in wait behind many a tree, waiting for the perfect time to strike. For the traveling trio of Jin, Mugen, and their protectee Fuu, however, the greatest danger was no one of yokai or that of their fellow men, but instead from within.

GRUMBLE.

Which is another way of saying the trio were collectively starving.

“I told you two we should have stocked up before we left the last town,” Fuu whined as her stomach roared in futile protest. “Now look at us!”

“We did have some old rice in storage.” Mugen commented.

“Until someone ate it this morning for breakfast.” Jin finished, coldly.

Fuu turned her head back to say something but ran into an incoming object (as always she had insisted on leading the duo of samurai turned bounty hunters as they walked).

“WHO PUT THIS SIGN HERE?!” Fuu cried, her face smarting with redness from the rectangular outline of a sign.

“Not a bad question, honestly.” Mugen mused. He turned to Jin. “What’s it say?”

“Let’s see.” Jin leaned towards the sign and squinted. “Huh.”

“Good huh, or bad huh.”

“Not sure. Says here there’s a sumo tournament in the text town over.”

“Really?” Mugen raised a questioning eyebrow. “This is hardly the time for a tournament. Hasn’t the spring tournament come and gone already?”

“Local deal, seems like.” Jin said. “But that’s not what’s interesting.”

“What’s so interesting about a dumb sign and a dumb sumo tournament?” Fuu asked, her face having cleared up quickly though the stinging outline of the sign remained on her face.

“Just that the participant and her handlers get access to a free buffet if they hang in the tournament. Longer she lasts in, the better the grub.”

Mugen let out a low whistle. “Not bad.” A thought then occurred to him. “You said ‘she’. This tournament’s-”

“-All women, yeah.” Jin said, chuckling.

Now it was Fuu’s turn to frown. “Thought there was a female kami or something that didn’t like it when girls entered into the scared ring?”

“Eh, that story’s probably just a buncha crap the priests came up with to keep women out of what’s ultimately just grappling in loincloths.” Mugen said, shrugging. Even if it would improve the sport a thousand-fold, he thought. “Either way, you’re our meal ticket today Fuu. Literally.”

Fuu scowled. “Oh, no. I am not participating in some dumb sumo tournament.”

“Why not?” Jin asked. “With your ability to burn weight, this tournament might as well have been made with you in mind.”

“Besides, we’re all hungry here. Worse case you lose your first match, and we at least get our money’s worth, meal wise. Not that we have much money left from our last job.”

“I-Alright, fine!” Fuu threw up her hands. “But you two had better be grateful for all this.”

A few hours later

“This looks like the place.” Mugen said as the three arrived in a large inn-like building on the outskirts of town.

Fuu glanced around at the various women of varying weights and masses. Most, if not all, had seen fit to come with their own mawashi and supportive bras for the tournament.

“Gee, you think?”

After Jin and Mugen had paid Fuu’s participation fee with the last yen to their names, the two waited as Fuu ducked inside to change into her temporary uniform.

“W-Well, what do you guys think?”

Jin and Mugen turned around and it was Jin’s turn to whistle. Mugen simply averted his gaze by staring at the ground.

“Not bad, Fuu. Got to say, ya pull off a mawashi well.”

“You look good, I guess.” Mugen muttered, face reddening.

Fuu huffed and put her hands on the hem of her white mawashi belt. “You could at least look me in the eye when you say that ya jerk!”

Mugen’s gaze shifted upward and sure enough, Fuu was clad in a mawashi and white striped, cotton bra Sarashi-style, with a black leotard covered in sunflower patterns.

“You look nice, Fuu. Really.”

Fuu, whose face was starting to pinken just a bit turned away with an annoyed huff.

“You do know how sumo works, right?” Jin asked her.

“You’re asking that after we’ve signed her up?” Mugen stated, shaking his head.

“Of course I know how sumo works!” Fuu snapped. “We don’t punch each other and any part of my body that touches the ground outside the soles of my feet means I lose. What a dumb question to ask.”

“Attention, everyone. The tournament is about to begin!”

“Looks like that’s my cue.” Fuu smiled. “Wish me luck, boys!”

“Good luck.”

“Try to win at least one match.”

Fuu glared at Mugen but stormed off in a huff.

“Shouldn’t have said that.” Jin commented as the two seat themselves at the lowest quality of the three buffet tables.

“Fuu’s got a strong will, that anger will help her in the match.”

Jin gave Mugen a questioning look.

“That’s it.” Mugen said, glaring in annoyance at the unspoken implication.

“Sure it is, Mugen. Sure it is.”

Meanwhile, Fuu had already entered the ring and was mentally preparing herself for the fast-approaching bout. Being a teenage girl in Edo era Japan, there was a reason Fuu left the fighting to Jin and Mugen, but she knew she could make up for the lack of her combative ability through sheer spirit and willpower.

“Dosukoi. Dosukoi! Dosukoi!” Fuu shouted, performing the skinko or sumo stomp with as much strength and power as her young lithe body would allow.

Fuu’s opponent, who was about the same size as Fuu herself, could only stare in awe as she was taken aback by Fuu’s sheer energy.

The referee, lacking all the finery and class that usually came with a proper sumo ref, gave the okay for the match to start.

Fuu shot off like a well-nocked arrow, barreling towards her opponent with a remarkable speed that caught her for by surprise. Fuu’s opponent resisted, the soles of their heels digging into the mound of clay that made up the sumo ring, and Fuu felt her brow start to break out in a sweat. The seconds seemed to drag on slow and heavy until-

Thud!

“And the winner is Fuu, from the east!”

“I-I did it!” Fuu cheered, wiping the sweat from her brow. Since she had time before her next bout, she decided to see how Jin and Mugen were doing.

“Guess who won her first match?”

“The other girl?” Mugen grunted up from his bowl of fresh rice.

“No!” Fuu said, stomping her foot. “Me!”

“Oh. Good.” Jin said, looking up from his own bowl of white rice. “Guess that means we’re still in this. Keep going, Fuu.”

“What are you, nuts?” Fuu asked, gobsmacked. “I just got lucky that one time, now let me sit down, get some grub, and we can leave this place before someone, namely me, get’s seriously hurt.”

“Yeah… But the winners of the semifinals get access to special salmon made sushi.” Jin mused. Glancing over at Fuu, a thought occurred to the masterless samurai.

“Mugen.”

“What?”

“Don’t you think Fuu looks a bit skinny? For a sumo wrestler I mean.”

Mugen glanced Fuu over. “Good point. Fuu, if you’re going to keep at this, you’re going to need to bulk up.”

“And why should I do that?”

“Because we’ve already paid for the food with your entry fee, and you can eat to your hearts content.”

“… Dammit, those are some good points.” Fuu said before sitting down. “But if we’re going to do this, then you two are my food servants, now chop, chop. My next bout starts soon!”

30 minutes later

“The next bout will soon begin. Wrestlers, take your places!”

“You ready for this?” Mugen asked Fuu, eyebrow raised.

Fuu slapped her soft gut with a chubby hand. “Born ready!” she roared; her voice now deeper thanks to her added bulk.

“Go get em, kid.” Jin said, eyes wandering over towards the next tier of buffet. “While Mugen and I help ourselves to more grub.”

“Yeah!” Fuu stormed off, leaving a slight quake in her waddling wake as her fatten frame shook with each step. Fuu had bulked up like she usually did when overeating and the now chubbier teen knew she’d have a better shot at continuing in the tournament.

Her opponent was larger than her last one had been and like Fuu, wore nothing more than a white mawashi and supportive bra that strained heavily against her bulk.

Looking her over Fuu let out an uneasy gulp. The girl, at first glanced, seemed larger than Fuu herself even with all of her recently gained temporary bulk.

The girl had a somber and stoic face, like she had been born carved out of stone and the sudden reality of Fuu’s general lack of fighting experience came crashing down on the young girl with sudden realization.

“BEGIN!”

The larger girl charged forward, and it was only fear and instinct that gave Fuu the reflexes necessary to avoid the incoming grapple for fear of being thrown out of the ring in an instant.

Sidestepping the incoming reach of arms with remarkable speed given her size, Fuu slammed herself forward to try and topple her opponent over from a middle-aimed tackle.

The tackle, however, was misplaced as Fuu’s foe seemed to stagger for a moment before regaining her balance and slamming her wobbling foot back down on the clay arena.

As Fuu continued her futile shoving, her opponent reached around her sides and gripped the hem of her mawshi, fingers gripping hard into the tight white cloth. Fuu felt her body heavy forward as her opponent tried to lift her off the ground but Fuu’s bulk managed to give her just enough resistance to stay in the fight.

As her body shifted back down from the failed lift, Fuu leaned back on the balls of her feet and shifted her bulk backward. With her fat arms screaming in unison Fuu managed to vault her foe’s body over her shoulders and head where she landed onto the ring stomach first with a thunderous thud.

“The winner, Fuu!”

“I-I did it!” Fuu smiled weakly, her body still trembling from the rush of adrenaline as she exited the ring and made her way back to her bodyguards.

“Still in the tournament.” Jin asked Fuu as she waddled up towards them.

“Of course.” Fuu said, puffing out her already large stomach as it inflated like a pale balloon. It then deflated just as suddenly. “I’m actually kinda amazed I won at all. I think a lot of these girls are serious about this thing.”

Jin and Mugen glanced around. It was either their imagination, or there were a lot less thinner girls than when they entered. And then there were the black clad servants, who usually served the house of some important manner but were for whatever reason helping some backwater underthetable sumo tournament.

“You want to quit?” Jin asked

“Of course I do.” Fuu huffed, her already squinty eyes squinting even further with the fatness of her now puffier cheeks. “I’m not cut out for combat, which is why I hired you two numskulls in the first place!”

“Stick with this gig until the end, kid.” Jin said, coolly. “The final tier buffet has red snapper sushi with wasibi going for it.”

Fuu frowned as she felt her fatten gut rumble with pains of hunger. “Damn, that does sound good. Alright, fine! One more round but regardless of whether I win or lose, we’re out of her.”

“Works for me.” Mugen said with a shrug, eyeing some of the stronger, more powerfully built women that were waddling about and filling up on their share of the free grub. Sumo, Mugen thought, really would be better if women were allowed to throw down along with the men.

“I’ve got time to kill,” Fuu said. “So I’m going to bulk up even further beyond!”

“You sure that’s a good idea?” Jin asked. “Your metabolism might be able to deal with your usual fat bulk but even that’s probably got its limits.”

Fuu glared at the masterless swordsman. “And what happens if I deflate back to my skinny self in the final round? I’ll be flattened like a piece of sushi! Besides, I’m sure I can burn off the extra, extra weight no problemo.”

“Alright, it’s your body.”

“That’s right, I’m the one risking her big butt out there, now, make with the food, boys.”

“Still beats having to pay for all this grub.” Mugen muttered as he and Jin got up from the table.

Another half an hour flew by in a blur of plates and bowls of rice, fish, dumplings, and tempura.

“How you holding up, Fuu?”

Fuu let out a low groan as her deep, now borderline womanly, voice let out a slurring string of something incoherent.

“Guuh.” Fuu began massaging her massive double layered apron of a stomach with her fat, thick hands. “All I can see is rice and dumplings. It’s like a void to the food dimension…”

Her face had fattened up even further, with her neck now adorn with not one, but three chins and her cheeks had bunched up her eyes both Mugen and Jin couldn’t help but wonder if Fuu could even see, let alone wrestle, as she was.

Her arms had gone from chubby to a level of fat that made her usual ballooned self-look like her regular rail thin frame. Her breasts had temporarily expanded to maternal levels, resting atop her gut as the Sarashi bra was now stressed to the breaking point. Fuu’s hips were now wide and womanly as any pampered noble woman, waist equally thick with thighs as thick as tree trunks. Her mawashi, mostly covered by flab, likewise was straining to keep Fuu’s supersized hyped-up bulk decent.

Even Fuu’s feet had swelled in size and softness, resembling more over feed bugs then proper toes.

“You sure you still up for this?” Mugen asked, frowning.

Fuu hiccupped, which turned into a powerful belch halfway through. “L-Let me at em!”

She raised her fat arms in the softest looking punching stance the two men had ever seen.

“D-Dosukoi!” Fuu said, pausing mid-hiccup, her entire body shook and trembled as her new, seemingly endless rolls and layers of fat trembled and jiggled madly.

“Think we might have gone too far?”

“We just might have,” Mugen admitted, glancing down at Fuu as he felt his face start to warm.

“Hey!” Fuu barked, her husky voice slightly slurred from her food coma. “If I saids I could fights, then I can fights!”

She slowly rose her cumbersome bulk up from her pillow (now forever flatten with two Fuu sized butt marks embedded within) and, after adjusting the back of her mawashi past the rolls and layers of blubber, proceeded to do the most uneven sumo stomp of the Edo era.

“To victory! Banzi!”

Before either Jin or Mugen could say anything else, Fuu stormed off with an even greater intense quaking of the floorboards than before. Mugen kept his gaze even on Fuu’s now gargantuan backside; each cheek was almost as large as a wagon wheel as they sloshed and jiggled up and down with each step forward.

“Seriously?” Jin said, shaking his head.

“Just making sure she gets through this.” Mugen scowled back, glaring.

Maybe it was the thrill of having not one, but two victories under her mawashi. Maybe it was the remaining exhilaration from her most recent food stuffing. Whatever the reason, Fuu waddled into the ring with a spring in her step, impressive given that she now weighed on par with that of a true sumo wrestler. Even the sunflowers on her leotard, stretched out from her rolls as they were, seemed to give off a more optimistic vibe.

“LET’S DO THIS THING!”

Suddenly, Fuu felt a towering shadow loom over her. Looking up so that all three of her chins were sprayed out in all their glory, her beady eyes nearly vanished back into their sockets when she saw who she was going up against.

Standing above her like a mountain of flesh hued by nature into rough human form, was her opponent. Her skin was tanned brown from the sun, her limbs thick cords of muscle, her stomach as large as an oxen and around as the moon, her bare breasts the size of cow utters. She wore nothing save for the very prominent mawshi, itself a worn and weathered loincloth that’s pristine whiteness had turned black from wear and tear and thousands of countless bouts.

“I,” The woman, for this mountain of mass was indeed female, “Am Reina.”

Her voice boomed like a thunderclap. She leaned down and stared at Fuu. “And who are you?”

“I. Me. Fuu.” Fuu squeaked in something resembling her normal, non-fattened voice.

Renia let out an equally thunderous blast of laughter. “Well then Fuu, let us have a good match.”

“Huh.” Mugen commented, craning his neck upward at Riena. “How they heck did we ever miss her? She’s the size of an oni.”

“Better question is how someone that big even got in the building in the first place.” Jin commented.

Mugen thought the logistics of that over for a moment. “Touche.”

Back in the ring, any confidence Fuu had obtained prior had fled the building in a screaming hysterical fit of fear. The only thing that had kept Fuu from doing the same herself was that her body had locked up. Flight, for whatever reason, had left with her confidence it seemed. Thankfully, the fight part of her brain was still around to give Fuu the kick in the butt needed to plant her palms down in the starting position.

Sumo was a sport with no weight class and, if ever this was a bout that showed this off in its all of its awe-inspiring wonder, this bout was it.

I’m going to die a fatass. Fuu realized suddenly as Reina placed her own monstrous knuckles onto the ground. Just great. A distant story of her father’s faith came back to her, of how a smaller warrior in a far off land back before even the Ginpai Wars had taken place, was once able to beat a giant with no more than a slingshot. Somehow, Fuu doubted a catapult would have been enough to take this Renia girl down.

Still, Fuu thought to herself. I’ve made it this far and it’s not like your supposed to die in a sumo match. Besides, with all this blubber I should be fine, right? Right?

It was at that moment that Fuu wished her mawashi was a darker color than pure white.

“Begin!”

What little color that remained in Fuu’s fat filled face drained away so that her head now resembled a large, lumpy turnip than anything else as Renia took a half step forward, already closing what little distance existed between them in that instant.

Fear flooding every fat cell within her Fuu ran toward Renia, mind blanking as she waddled with remarkable speed, her trunk thick thighs rubbing and squeaking with each panicked prod forward..

Renia’s mighty arms came down in a swooping motion and Fuu could feel the wish of wind wash past her backside as she barely escaped in time.

Having nothing else to lose Fuu slammed all of her bulk into one mighty tackle of force; Renia’s monstrously massive frame shook mightily in recoil, but the otherwise giant of a woman refused to budge a centimeter.

Renia’s chuckle rumbled throughout the entire building, causing fresh saw dust to rain down from it’s freshly made rafters.

“A good effort, little one, but not good enough!”

Renia reached down once more and Fuu, eyes darting madly as she sought some sort of escape, laid her gaze on the last place her opponent would try to get her.

Rushing with a hasty, jiggle inducing jog, Fuu dove in between the slight gap between Renia’s otherwise inhuman thighs.

“W-What the-?” Renia’s face flushed madly as she held back an unbecoming snort.

“G-Get out of there, you! I-I’m ticklish.”

Fuu, who it should be said couldn’t hear Renia over the sheer density of flesh that the giant woman had, simply wormed her way further into as much dense leg flesh as her fat, bloated body would allow.

The half-baked plan she had formed would be that she would squeeze out on the other side of Renia’s body, and then use that momentum to try and attack the giantess’ back legs. It would either work, or Fuu would just become the world’s fattest, flattest human pancake. Either way, it was all Fuu had to work on and was probably her best-

There was a dull, earth quaking, powerful vibration that shook and jostled Fuu about so much that she found herself flying out of Renia’s fat folds like a cork in a bottle of sake.

Landing on her fat feet with almost cat-like grace, Fuu glanced up at Renia, who had fallen over on her butt and was beside herself with uncontrollable laughter.

“What.” Was the only reply that Fuu could manage to get out of her mouth as she was declared the winner.

Upon hearing that, however, her mind snapped back to some level of coherence.

“So. What exactly did I win?” Fuu asked the man that had been overseeing the bouts as a makeshift referee.

“Just this.” The man said, who Fuu realized a moment too late was grinning with wolfish intensity.

Suddenly a cry of screams from most of the women who had entered came flood up as a strange visible gas came into the room like fog on a cold fall night.

Fuu turned to where Mugen and Jin were, only to see that both had passed out with food on their faces.

“Are you kidding me?” Fuu screamed as she heard the thudding of bodies around her. Glancing frantically around she saw that many of the women were either passed out or soon passing out.

Fuu’s eyelids grew alarmingly heavy, and she felt the world around her spin. The next thing she knew was blackness.

0000

“… Ow.” Letting out a deep groan, Fuu reluctantly rose back into consciousness. She blinked and was slightly confused by why the world looked the way it did. Touching her face, she could feel her hand’s thickness and the puffiness of the cheeks that made her eyes naturally squint.

“I’m still a fatso, seriously?” Fuu muttered. Looking down she saw only her mammoth sized breasts resting atop her still massive dangling apron of a stomach of pure flesh. Running her thick fingers through her folds Fuu could feel that she was still wearing her mawashi and leotard, at least.

“Least I still got some sort of clothes, I guess.” Glancing around she could see that she was in a cage, with many of the other women from the tournament in a similar predicament.

“What the hell is going on here?”

As if to answer Fuu’s rhetorical question, a door slid open and out from the sunlight of the outside world stepped a man. The same man who had overseen the tournament and acted as the referee.

“You-” Fuu took a half waddle forward, beady eyes burning with as intense a glare as she could manage given her current state.

“You’re that jerk from the tournament, just what the heck is going on here?!”

“History in the making, my dear champion.” The man chuckled, darkly. “For you see, you and these lucky ladies are about to become Japan’s greatest export to the outside world...”

“W-What? Who the heck would want a bunch of fatasses like us?”

“People like myself, who prefer the mass and might of a woman of substance to that of a frail twig that passes itself off for female beauty these days. For I. Have. A. FEETTTTIIISSSHHHH.”

Under different circumstances, Fuu would have found the drawn-out delivery giggle worthy but with her situation being what it was and the man’s general intensity, she instead let out a powerful shiver that shook her entire frame.

“And as it turns out, my dear, many of the Dutch that have set up shop in our homeland share my fondness for larger women. When I sell you lot to the kings and queen of Europe, I will put both Japan and sumo on the map. No longer will we be barely known as an island of backwater savages. Instead, we will be known as the island of powerful, strong, mighty warrior women. And men.”

The man added, casually. “I’ve got a second ship with second stringer wrestlers who no one will miss back home. For those that prefer their massive meat of the… male verity.”

“YOU’RE NUTS!”

“Which is what they said of the great Oda Nobunaga when he went to conquer Japan itself.”

“Which he didn’t even succeed in!” Fuu pointed out. “Nobunaga is the last person you should be comparing yourself to!”

“Enough!” The man snapped. “You will be sold, same as your friends, when we get to the friendly waters of the Spanish. From there we’ll hit up France and then England-”

“Wait.” Fuu said. “You’ve got Jin and Mugen on this ship?”

“Those are the names of the two swordsmen that you entered with? Then, yes. They are here. Minus their swords of course. I figured they likewise would fetch a fine price as bodyguards to the royals of Europe.”

Fuu let out a deep, uncharacteristically, mature womanly bout of laughter.

“And just what is so funny, girl?”

Fuu grinned, pausing mid chortle. “You just made a big mistake, pal. Knowing those two they’ll come busting through any minute.”

The man snorted, and crossed his arms, unimpressed. “Please, I have guards equipped with the finest rifles the powers of Europe have to off. Your friends are unarmed. They can do noth-”

The door came crashing door as Jin and Mugen, slightly battered and bruised between the both of them, stood triumphant. They glared at the man who had kidnapped them and Fuu.

The man, meanwhile, had turned around with a bewildered and stunned expression.

“How. You. I. WHAT ARE YOU TWO?”

“Just the pair of guys,” Jin began.

“That are gonna kick yer ass.” Mugen finished as the two drew their blades with hostile intent.

The man could only let out a terrified scream and the two began to walk towards him. By the time they got within striking distance, he had already collapsed to the floor unconscious out of fear.

“Well,” Mugen said with a look of disappointment. “That was anti climatic.”

“Don’t suppose you two picked up the key to our cells?” Fuu asked. A look of relief washed over her when Jin spin a ring of jangling keys around his index finger.

“How much of that did you two overhear?” Fuu said when she and the other female sumo wrestlers had been freed of their cages.

“Enough to know that guy was nuts.” Jin said, glaring at the still unconscious man.

“Made a big mistake kidnapping us. Even if it did take a while to break out of our bonds, find our swords, and take out most of his guards.” Mugen added.

“Well,” Fuu said with a sniff. “I’m glad to see you managed to survive, anyways. Now, as tempting as seeing the rest of the world would be, let’s say we steer this ship back to Japan. After all, I doubt we’ll find the Sunflower Samurai in Europe. Probably.”

A few days later, when the ship had landed on Japanese soil and the captured fat women had all gone their separate ways; Jin, Mugen, and Fuu began to make their way down the dirt pathways of Edo era Japan once more.

“One thing I don’t get,” Jin mused aloud. “Whatever happen to that Renia girl?”

“Oh, yeah.” Mugen frowned in thought. “She wasn’t on the ship and a girl that big would have probably sunk it anyways. Could be that fat worshiping creep didn’t both to capture her.”

“Maybe she was an oni?” Fuu added, huffing as she did her best to keep up with the far trimmer swordsmen. She was back in her sakura pink robes, which had been hemmed to fit her still massively large frame. Though she had lost some weight over the past couple of days, Fuu was still in her far larger, fatter state as she waddled along next to Jin and Mugen.

“Would-” Fuu paused to gasp. “Explain her size if nothing else.”

“Maybe.” Jin said in a noncommittal tone. Then, he shrugged, not really caring either way. The world was full of loose, crazy ends, that much his adventures with Fuu and Mugen had taught him.

Mugen glanced back at Fuu, and his face went red when he saw what she was wearing under the robe.

“You’re still going to wear that thing?” he asked her.

Fuu beamed, patting the hem of her white mawashi with pride. “Sure am. Won the tournament, didn’t I?”

“You mean the fake scam of a tournament that was put up by some fat loving weirdo with delusions of grandeur?”

Fuu glared. “Shut up, Mugen. A win’s a win you know!” Though, she thought to herself, I’m usually long back to normal by this point, so what gives?

Elsewhere, many miles way near a riverbed devoid of human life, a river kappa went flying as they crashed into the defeated lump of its companions.

Renia brushed her mighty hands together before placing them on the hem of her mawshi. Gone was her human form and in its place was her true shape: An oni sumo demoness.

Renia glared at the heap of defeated Kappa.

“And to think, you all are what the mortals associate with sumo. Bah!” She let out a hock of spit at them. “The girl, Fuu, was a much more interesting challenge. I do hope she enjoys the gift of strength and power I left her.”

Renia chuckled. “But I’m sure she’ll figure it out eventually once the weight fails to fade with time…”