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Flynn sat exhausted on the bench. She won! But, wait, why did she win? She didn't even want to be doing it! She almost got her jiggly ass kicked to high hell! She shouldn't have been feeling bad ass about this, she should have been thankful to be alive! But she didn't know how she felt.

She had just defeated a trained sumo wrestler in hand-to-hand combat, quite spectacularly too. Even after years of button mashing and dragon slaying, she never even considered this as an option in real life.

"Man, what the hell is going on?"

"What's going on? You're a big, doughy booty kicker, honey!"

To the side of the previously empty locker room stood a woman. She was tall, with a small big of fat, and a huge belly. "Are you pregnant?"

"Haha! No, I'm just a fatty like you."

"Fatty? Where do you get off calling me names?"

"It's a compliment. You do like your body, don't you? That's why you're here, isn't it?"

"Yeah, I don't mind it, I just don't like people being asses to me. And if your a 'fatty' then why are you only fat in your gut?"

"Because I gained that way. Gorging the right way, the right kind of exercise, you can  do wonders with your body. Its helped me to perfect my special 'Belly Bump' technique."

"Oh..." Flynn recognised her. Mother Slammington, one of the wrestlers she saw on the website. She didn't read her profile, but she recognised her picture. A blood red and black two-piece bikini, the belly, and flowing, but spiked red hair. She also had that very welcoming smile.

"How'd I learn it? Well I trained in the art of Chubregnancy in the Mountains of Asia. I'm not allowed to say which. I was the bottom of my class, but that still made me one of the most formidable fighters here at the WUSL. How'd you learn your moves?"

"Um...video games."

"Huh." She was beginning to piece the situation together. "I take it you're new to this whole BBW Sumo thing."

"Very new, I didn't even think it was real! An internet joke site, or something. I had nothing to do, so I dropped by. Next thing I know, I'm about to get my giant ass kicked."

"But you didn't. You won. You won with some style, too, you got into the Gutclash Tournament! Not bad for someone who didn't even mean to do it."

"But I don't WANT to! I don't mean to be rude or anything, but this is ridiculous! I don't want to be a fighting fatty!"

Slammington just smiles, "Look, Flynn, we're a wrestling club, not an ancient order of psychos, you don't have to go if you don't want to. Quake will take your place. It's no big deal."

She sat down next to the miserable Flynn. She just sat silently, moping.

"Okay, you won a sumo match, its not that depressing."

"It's not that. My life sucks." Slammington put an arm around her. "I've accidentally enslaved my best friend, I'm a giant fat ass, I can't stop eating, and now as it turns out, I can't do anything amazing without my fat gut being the cause! And I know I'm going to suck at cosplaying."

"How can you accidentally enslave someone?"

"It's a long story. Point is, I don't want any more attention for my gut, I'm sorry." Flynn stood up and turned for the door, figuring that she could probably avoid the cheering crowds if she hurried.

"It pays."

"What?"

"It pays very well. Aside from the cash prize at the end of the competition, the regular WUSL fighters get paid a lot, so long as you keep fighting regularly. There's a bonus I you're the winner."

She turned back to the faux preggo. "How much would I have won just now?"

"Two thousand bucks."

Her jaw dropped. "Two THOUSAND?!"

"Well, with the bonus, its two thousand and five hundred."

"You're kidding me. For just one fight?"

"Yep. Imagine making that every week, sometimes more than once. It's a good business."

With money like that she could get started on a thousand hobbies! She could pay the rent herself! Hell, things could be reversed! Taylor lays in and gets huge while she kicks ass for a living! Well, maybe not, but kicking ass for a living, that didn't actually sound bad. She closed her eyes, she was back in the ring, knocking Quake to the wall. She looked past her fear; behind that was something else; thrill!

She loved it! She absolutely conquered out there, and she loved it! Why couldn't she see it before? Her adrenaline was bumped, her heart was racing, and she actually thought it was because of fear! Far from it!

"Slammington, where do I sign up!?"

"Wow, I guess cash is a good motivator for you," she giggled, knowing very well that Flynn just went through a mental battle. "After I fetch you a contract, you want some bulk building tips?"

Bulk building. "Wait, you're saying I need to get bigger?"

"Well, you won a fight against one of our primed sumos, that's good. Now, don't get me wrong, Quake ain't no lightweight by any sense of the word, but she isn't Queen Heavyweight either. You want to roll around here, you need a booty that can bounce a girl straight into the emergency room."

"Then why are you..." Flynn decided not to finish, it was safe to assume she was about to insult her greatly.

"Well, actually I am. Those Chubpregnancy monks taught me how to condense my weight so I can still have a sexy lil' gut and keep a figure that'll throw people off guard. If I undid, which is no easy task mind you, I'd be almost twice your weight!" She flexed a chubby arm, her flesh jiggling like jello, far too much for someone her shape, she was telling the truth.

"Well, okay, I guess, but I can't uh, well..."

"Bulk up? This money issues again?"

"Well, yes. I don't have two thousand and five hundred dollars on me right now, and even if I did I could never choose food over Taylor, even if it would-" She stopped. Slammington something small, square and plastic in her face.

"Three words: WUSL Snack Card. Forget discounts honey, so long as they take cards, you're eating free."

"Eating...Free?" Flynn began to drool.

"Yep. The WUSL recognises that BBWrestlers need a high food budget, so what better way to keep them fed than paying for it? So long as its edible, this baby can get it for you."

She handed the card to Flynn, who began glaring at it with her jaw on the ground. "How they hell can they pay for all this?!"

"Women's Sumo Wrestling is serious business, baby! The food industry adores us for our appetites, and the FAs can't get enough of it!"

"FAs?"

"Fat admirers. Guys, and sometimes girls, who think our big guts that should be, but thankfully aren't censored on TV." Ah, Lance suddenly made a little more sense. "It's kind of odd, and out there, so we occasionally get some funds donated by a few wacky millionaires. We might've started it, but we sure ain't the only ones."

"Wow, I didn't realise how big this all was."

"Just wait until you get to the tournament. First time in history we've been allowed to do this sort of thing officially in Japan. You me, Belch and a few others represent WUSL US, while we're also up against WUSL Japan, Big Beautiful Women Wrestling World Extreme and 'Unbuttoned.' Now, enough talk, lets get you a contract."

"How the hell have I gone my whole life without noticing this?"

"Just because people like it doesn't mean they'll admit it."

"That still doesn't mean that-"

"Did you know they have Curling Championships?"

"Um..."

"Same deal."

Wrapping her arm around her chunky new friend, Slammington lead Flynn down the hall when something else hit her mind. "Hey, you can change it later on, but you're gonna need a nickname. Real name's Melissa Hunch."

"Oh well, I'm actually pretty good with Flynn."

"You sure you want to go with just 'Flynn?'"

"Well, I don't have any clever fat jokes or anything so, yeah."

"Alright then, whatever floats your boat."

And so, Flynn became an official fighter for WUSL destined for a part in the Gutclash Tournament. Things would never be the same for her again.

Taylor glared at his phone. It sat their silently on the table. He had gotten a call earlier, but it was someone trying to sell him insurance. He'd been home for three hours now, and his concern had grown exodentially. Where was Flynn? She hadn't been our of the house for months before today, and now she was out late?

He could have rung her, but then, he didn't want to force himself into her situation. But he couldn't just go on with his night knowing she might be los somewhere in the city. Why wouldn't she just ring him? For anything, extra cash, the name of a celebrity, he just needed to know she was okay. Maybe she lost her phone.

The front door smacked open. "UuuUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP! Oh boy." Taylor turned. It was her.

"Flynn!" He leapt off the couch and ran to her. She was fine, in fact she seemed happy! He couldn't have felt happier. He threw his arms around her and squeezed, much to her surprise. "Flynn, you're okay! Oh, man I'm so happy to see you."

"You are? How long was I gone?"

"I don't know, you weren't here when I left for work. Where've you...Been." He looked down. Beneath him was Flynn's gut, poking out of her shirt as usual. Though it was bigger. Much bigger, and apparently stretched quite a bit. "Flynn, did you eat out?"

"I ate out all over the place. Subway, Taco Bell, KFC, Dairy Queen, McDonalds, K-Mart. Oh man did I eat out!"

"How? Did...did you take my credit card?"

"Nah! I got my own." She pulled forth the Snack Card. "Tails, I hereby free you."

"Free me?"

"From my reign of tyrammy."

"What the heck is tyrammy?"

"Um, I'll tell you later. Right now, I'm feeling kind of sleepy. I'll see you in the morning."

Taylor didn't leave her. As she marched down to her room, he kept his hands on her gut, keeping her steady until she arrived. With a wave of thanks, Flynn collapsed onto her bed, instantly entering the Land of Nod. Taylor remained standing up, very confused.

Flynn was acting very strangely, he was worried. But what could he say to her? 'You're up and about, shame on you!' So, instead, he decided to go to bed. Like he'd sleep after today.

After finally managing to doze off, Taylor awoke. Pushing his door open, the sight before him was rather surprising. Flynn, on the floor covered in crumbs, and a pair of weights by her.

"Oooh, Taylor, help..."

He dropped to the floor to her aide, pulling her up next to him. He did it slowly, noticing that her belly had barely gone down since yesterday.  "Flynn? What happened, are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine. Just woke up in the middle of the night with some cravings and got a little too ambitious too quickly." Her stomach groaned, as if angry with its master. "I ate everything, Taylor. I don't know what came over me!"

"Okay, Flynn, I seriously have to know what's been up with you lately. You've been acting weird for days now. Is this really because I couldn't have a full match of Halo with you?"

"No, no, no! It's not something you did, it's something I've done. Or, am doing, rather." She looked to him. He obviously didn't realise what he was doing. It was just life as usual. How could she possibly put this into words? "You're doing too much for me."

"I'm what?"

"No, wait, that came out wrong, sorry." She put a hand to her aching head, quickly deciding it belonged on her much more aching belly. "I haven't held up my end on paying the rent since I moved in. I'm going to start making up for it."

"How are you going to do that?" he was more interested in how than the fact that she cared about the rent.

"I got a job."

"You what!?"

She swallowed a cookie that was caught under her tongue as she gulped at his outburst, "Oooh. Taylor, I know how much money you spend on me. I don't want to be a mooch any more."

"Flynn, I'd never call you a mooch!"

"You could neglect to mention my weight too, but I'm still fat."

"And you look fine!"

"This isn't about me!" He stopped. "Look, I'm going to the gym. Care to join me? We can let of some steam."

He nodded. Flynn at a gym was something he never thought he'd hear in the same sentence, but if it defused this situation, he'd be all for it.

"Okay. Now, not to sound like a moochy hypocrite, but..could you help me up?" She said, rubbing her aching stomach.

Two hours later, the two entered the doors of 'Gatesie's Gym.' Taylor instantly tried to guide her to the bar where she could drink her fill of Gatorade, but she was much more interested in the Weight Set. Taylor just watched as she pumped the lightest weights there for a whole hour. He was genuinely impressed.

"What a workout!" Her top was drenched in sweat. "Taylor, Gatorade?"

He handed her a bottle, and she inserted it into her mouth. With a few gulps, she handed it back, dry as a bone. "Well, you're thirsty, aren't you?"

"I haven't worked out since my sister got me a Skipping Rope for my birthday eleven years ago. Feels good to get into shape." She flexed her arms, a jiggle running through both. "But I guess the shape in question is something else entirely."

"I guess so." He took out his wallet and headed for the bar again.

"Wait, stop!" He turned to her. "Show him this instead. It'll work much better." She handed him her card. Taylor returned from the bar with a large bag full of Gatorade bottles and energy bars.

"Flynn..."

"Yeah, Tails?"

"This bag, this here bag, the whole thing..."

"Yep?"

"It was free. How is that possible?"

"Part of the new job. Have to keep a wide girth so they pay for all my food, neat huh?"

"...But then...What job did you get?"

"It's a secret for now, Tails. I'm sorry. "She couldn't tell him she was a Sumo Wrestler now. He'd never believe her if she just said it out of nowhere.

"Okay, fine, but if you still need to be big, why are we at a gym?"

"I need to have big muscles too. Well, it'd help at the very least. Not too big to overshadow the rest of me of course."

"I need a moment." Taylor walked off to the showers. Flynn felt guilty every time she looked at him, even when she was cleaning up her act she wasn't doing him any favours, it seemed. She grabbed a bottle of Gatorade; she decided to put on some heavier weights, she'd need the extra kick.

Bringing the bottle to her lips, she pulled the lid open with her tongue and teeth, wrapped her lips around the top and began to inhale. She was literally pouring it down her throat, she cut out the middle man and skipped gulping or swallowing, it was on a direct course for her stomach, which was still grossly overstuffed as it was.

"UuuUUURP! Sweetums. Looks like things are finally going a little more in my favour. Now I just have to get to that second date with Lance and all is right with the universe!" She began loading on the Weights.

Since she became a WUSL Fighter, Flynn had felt like she could take on anything, hence why she ate every scrap of food in the apartment while already stuffed; she didn't feel like she needed to ease into anything. She wrapped her arms tightly around the last weight, using her muffin to for extra support. She wasn't sure if this was possible, but it seemed this thing was heavier than her! Nonetheless, she continued pulling herself along until she had it connected to the pole. Then she just needed to do it again.

After much effort, three bottles of Gatorade and about six energy bars, Flynn was ready to give it a go. Her chest scraped the pole as she slid herself under it, briefly obscuring her view. Once her sight was clear, it was time to begin. She grabbed onto the pole with both hands and began to push with all her might. And push. And push. And push. It didn't seem to be moving much at all, actually.

"Oh come one Flynn!" she thought to herself. "Yesterday you threw a woman across the room. You kicked ass! You can do anything, so you can lift a damn weight!"

She could feel her bones starting to pop out of place. She may have kicked ass, but this thing was damn heavy! She couldn't even remember how long it took her to carry the individual weights over (Ten minutes). She began sweating again. Had her sweat not already coated her clothing, it would look like someone had a tap going on low under her arms. Her teeth were as gritted as physically possible; any further and they'd explode into dust.

"What have I done?!" she squeaked as her arms seemed to become fused to the pole as she pressed up...

"Do what you want cos' a pirate is free, you are a pirate! Yo ho, fiddly dee, being a pirate is our recipe, do what you want cos a pirate is free, you are a pirate!" Flynn's eyes popped open as she realised her phone was going off.

One floor up, a group of gymnasts were in the middle of a rather complicated routine. They decided it was time to take a break as a large weight bursty through the floor and shattered their mirror wall.

"Um..Hello?" she said, answering the phone.

"Flynn, it's Slammington."

"Oh hi, Slammington. Okay, just for future reference, is there something shorter I can call you? Slams, maybe?"

"This isn't a good time. I'm here at the WUSL gym. You're in trouble."

"Huh? What did I do? I've only been in one match!"

"Don't worry, it's not anything particularly official. It's just, your position in Gutclash may be compromised."

"What? But, I want to go! I want to be part of the WUSL now!"

"Tell that to Gutsy. She's been dying to go to Gutclash since it was announced. Finding out that her spot was taken by a random newcomer isn't sitting well with her. She's challenged you for the right to enter."

"... You're kidding me, right?"

"Wish I was. She's gone completely spastic, she's been throwing chairs around, punching the walls. We only got her to stop after I promised to call you."

"Okay, so, seriously, she is challenging me for the right to enter this contest?"

"Yes, seems that way."

"That's just...what?"

"She's a bit of a Diva, but as a good and popular fighter, we have no right getting rid of her. I think you'd better accept."

"Are you sure you can't just give her some jelly bean cookies or something and shut her up?"

"She's a BBW Flynn, not a little girl. Unless you beat her, or renounce your position in the Gutclash tournament, she is just going to continue on like this and we're going to have to hurt her."

"Okay, I get you. Tell her I accept. I'll be down as soon as I can."

"Bless you hon, I'm not sure how much longer I could go without tearing her head off."

And with that, she hung up. Flynn thought about this for a second. On the one hand, she was currently training and this was an interuption. On the other, what better training was there than experience? And if she were to get so fat that she counted as two people and thereby in theory would have a third hand, she didn't want to leave Taylor there without explanation.

"Darn it! I guess I can't be a proper friend without hurting him a little bit more first! Damn!"

Before leaving, she had the brilliant idea to ask one of the trainers to tell Taylor that she was had to leave for work reasons, and that she was unbelievably sorry about it. She quickly caught a bus and headed down to the WUSL HQ. Unfortunately, the bus didn't go to that exact location, and she had to walk for about fifteen minutes before she reached the familiar alleyway. She knocked on the door. The guard instantly recognised her and let her in. He was very happy to see her, apparently having bet a good sum of money on her the previous night.

After traversing the stairs, she found Slammington standing impatiently by the door.

"What took you so long?!"

"Sorry, bus went the wrong way. She still calm?"

"She's demanded a few hot fudge Subway sandwiches to prepare, but other than that, she's been pretty patient. You need to settle this, now!"

The pregbellied woman guided Flynn to the arena. Standing in the middle was a redheaded woman of about two hundred pounds.

"You must be Gutsy." Flynn wasn't too impressed. While overweight, for sure, she wasn't nearly as large as her. And the weight didn't really give her much extra shape, her belly was almost flat, it bulged out so little.

"And you must be my new nemesis, FLYNN!"

"Um, sure."

"Do not 'sure' me, FLYNN! You may have the others fooled, but I am not so easily manipulated!"

"...Huh?"

"Clearly, you have been planted into the WUSL by my mother, former WUSL Champion 'Boulder Belly!' She never could accept me surpassing her power so quickly, so she has dedicated her life to making sure I fail to fulfil my destiny as the greatest Sumo of all time!"

"...Kay."

"Ha! You admit it!"

Flynn looked to Slammington. She shrugged. "Okay, so, maybe we can get this over with? I have stuff I want to do today."

"Very well. Let our battle, BEGIN!"

Flynn proceeded to punch Gutsy in the face, knocking her to the ground.

"Can I go now?"

"You still have to push her out of the ring," announced Slammington.

Flynn looked at the Large Ham of a woman. She wasn't the biggest BBW she'd seen so far, at all, actually, but she was still a fatty. She could probably save some time by rolling her out of the ring while she was down.

She knelt to the ground and placed her hands on Gusty's gut and began to push. She began turning to the side, her tongue hanging out while her eyes spun around in a daze.

"Made me abandon Taylor for this?" She gave another shove. Her hand sunk into her flab. "Huh?"

With a thunderous blast of a hit, Flynn was sent hurtling into the sky! She yelped as her head smacked against the ceiling. She hit the ground with a thud, her bulbous bottom fortunately saving her a bit of bruising. "What the hell was that?"

Gutsy stood triumphantly above her, sneering with glee. "My mother has taught you poorly! Perhaps she was worried you'd back out if you knew the whole story. Never has she blundered so greatly!"

She pulled her hand back for a punch and took a deep breath. Her hand began to jiggle. Her fingers became stubbier, and sausage shaped. He hand had grown into a fist the size of a leg of mutton. And it was flying right into Flynn's skull.

KAPOW! Flynn now rested in a small crater in the middle of the arena, and had the biggest head ache she had ever experienced in her life. Looking up, she saw a team of knuckles descending quickly upon her. Using every iota of strength in her body, she leapt from the crater and leap-frogged over Gusty's head.

"By Die Hard's crotch! What the hell are you?!"

"Such a simple girl, I see. You really expect me to withdraw any information about myself just because you're curious? Foolish."

"It's a special technique she invented called Inflatoflab."

"SLAMMINGTON YOU BITCH!"

"Hey, it's not like it's a secret or anything. It's similar to me concentrating my fat in my belly. She mentally compressed her morbidly obese form and can send it to any part of her body to use as an attack."

"Why didn't you warn me?"

"We were in a hurry, remember? Besides, she usually waits until the middle of the fight before she does that to build the drama."

"Flynn stands between me and my deserved glory! I have no time for theatrics that serve no purpose other than to throw her off guard!"

Flynn looked at Gutsy's hand. It shrank back to its original size. Slams said she was morbidly obese without the compression. She could probably grow her fist big enough to crush her if she wanted! But no, it seemed she wanted to teach her a lesson. Not only to beat her, but she wanted to show her that she out of her league and that her mother was never going to stop her. Now if only she could explain that she wasn't working for her mum!

"Since you already know my skills, I can resume calling my attacks! Gutsy Special!" She crouched down and leapt, expanding and shrinking her feet to giving some extra height. Swallowing a pinch of air, her gut suddenly ballooned out. And continued ballooning out. Her form began to fill the sky.

"Flynn!" Slammington screamed! What had she gotten her into?

"Let's see how great of a sumo you are when pancakes are calling you anorexic! HahaaaaaaAAAAH!"

She had hardly recovered! Now she was supposed to dodge 'this?' It filled up the entire damn arena. And that mocking laughter just dug into her mind! Like Satan sticking his pitchfork into her brain repeatedly! She couldn't take it! The way it just echoed over that oncoming image of impending doom! So smug! So sure of itself! She couldn't take it!

"STTTOOOOOPPPP IIIIITTTT!" She threw her fist into the air as she screamed! It was like a missile, she felt that concrete wouldn't have stopped her protest. And it seemed Gutsy wasn't quite as sturdy as concrete.

The enormous ball of fat floated in mid air, supported only by the lone fist. On top of the gigantic girth, Gutsy wore quite an injured expression. "Ouch."

The stomach seemed to deflate as she fell to the ground. Once her feet touched the floor she regained her footing, her belly finally returning to its less than impressive size. "Well...It seems you're not such a weakling after all..." She was winded. Hell, the Hulk would've felt a little woozy from that!

"Someone had to shut you up! Is that how you keep winning matches? Annoying people into submission?"

"You will pay for that remark!"

A basketball sized fist flew past Flynn's head. She delivered her knee into Gutsy's back, but bound herself knocked to the side as two round globes of fat ballooned into her.

"You can't win, amateur! Gutclash is only for pros!"

Two meaty fists came towards her. Flynn dropped to the floor and delivered a kick to her opponents leg, knocking her flat on the ground.

"Well if I'm an amateur, I can't imagine how the wannabes treat you!" She pounded her fist into her barely pudgy gut. With a growl, it ballooned, out, sending her into the air. As planned.

"In like Flynn!" Her elbow came down on Gutsy like a rock on a stick of butter.

Slammington looked on in surprise. "Damn, it took me at least a week before I had my catchphrase down!"

As the woman mumbled and groaned in an out of consciousness, her body began to jiggle, much more so than seemed normal even for her.

"Time to take out the trash!"

She grabbed her by the legs, then gave the strongest pull she had ever given. Gutsy flew across the room like a chubby rocket, crashing into the seats. "Nooo," she exclaimed as much as she could in her current state. "I'm Gutsy! I'm the greatest suno of all ti-Oooh." A loud gurgle was heardl, rumbling across the room.

"What's happening?" Flynn looked to Slammington.

"I don't know! She's never been beaten this bad before!"

The bleachers began to shake. Her face turned red. "Okay fine! We'll call it a draw." Her clothes burst at the seams as her body poured out into its true form. Her breasts ballooned up, her girth rounded into a beachball, and her butt pushed her higher into the air. And then it just kept going. For every second, she seemed to grow by the fifties; there seemed to be no end to the immensity of her form!

"Oh my," Gutsy exclaimed. "No wonder she won so many rounds!"

Finally, the growth ceased. It was very difficult for them to have even an estimation of how many pounds she was. Certainly over a few tonnes. She had more than enough butt to fill up every seat on both sides several time over! There was no way this was the same pathetic bellied bitch that stood in the ring just a few minutes ago.

"Whoa. She's almost as big as her ego," Flynn thought to herself.

The structure finally snapped, scattering wood, metal and chairs across the room.

"That was amazing."

"Thanks Slams, I was pretty surprised myse-" Slammington hadn't said anything. She looked behind her, someone stood at the door, wide eyed and mixed with a hundred competing emotions. "Taylor!"

"So, this is your new job, huh?" That seemed to be the only thing he was physically capable of saying at this point.

"Um, Flynn, should I talk to him?"

"No, Slams you just...talk to Gutsy, I-Uh..."

"It's okay, relax."

"Thank you."

She quickly hopped off the ring and made her way towards Taylor. His eyes seemed locked on Gutsy. Who could blame him? That was not something you saw everyday. Or ever, really. "She's very big...What's going on?"

"Surprise!" She said forcing a smile onto an otherwise worried face, "I'm a sumo wrestler!"

He honestly had nothing to say.

"Um, say Tails, how'd you know where I was?"

"The guy at the bar told me...What the freaking hell was that!?"

"Oh, I told you. Sumo Wrestling."

"Since when did Sumo Wrestling look like that!?"

"I personally think its a little more exciting this way."

"Mind if I pass out?"

"I'd prefer if you didn't."

"Okay then." Instead, he began waddling away from her, towards a wall, finally falling over.

"Taylor!" She ran to his side and helped him up. He seemed snapped out of things.

"What in the holy mother of god did I just see!?" His heart seemed to have stopped. "She was like a frigging balloon! How the hell was she doing that?"

"Taylor calm down!" He caught his breathe. "Okay, I understand, your confusion is justified. Completely. What just happened was weird. But, that seems to be relatively normal around here. I didn't want to tell you because...Well, look how you reacted."

"Thanks. In hindsight, I appreciate that."

"And I know I shouldn't have just up and left like that, but they told me it was important. I haven't even had the job for twenty four hours, I can't screw up yet." They shared a glance. He understood. "Listen, how about I buy you lunch today? I know, obviously that won't be any burden for me cos of the card and all that, but I honestly want to talk about this with you a little more. Okay?"

"Okay."

She turned to the sight of the battle. "Slams! Do you want any help, or can I just go?"

The round bellied woman looked to the destruction, and the blob of a girl responsible before looking back to Flynn, a grudging tone in her voice, "Sure, go ahead, I'll take care of this."

Flynn and Taylor made their way up stairs. Not nearly as easy going down, Flynn hardly noticed, her blood still pumping away. "So, how'd you get past the guard?"

"Guard? I didn't see anyone apart from you, that balloon girl, some guy watching the fight and that pregnant woman."

Well, it was quite a show...

"And that's how I became a sumo." The two friends sat in a McDonalds sipping away at their milkshakes. Both were still uneasy. Taylor chose somewhere he knew Flynn would like, and Flynn didn't want to eat to much while her friend was so troubled.

"So this 'Quake' girl, was she as nuts as Balloony?"

"No, definitely not. She was really nice actually. Until the face stomping began, that wasn't as nice. But hey, its her job, who am I to complain?"

He nodded. He had definitely calmed down now, though the situation was still very hard to comprehend. "So you really think you were taking advantage of me?"

"Tails, I know I was. Take a good look at how we've been living for the last year or so."

"Well, it's really no problem, I don't mind working so much."

"No, no, no. You spend all your money on me! I don't want that! Yeah, I've got an appetite, but that's no reason to take advantage of people!" A hundred people across deviantART coughed. "Besides, I think I kind of like this job. So, how do you feel about it?"

He sighed, "Look, Flynn, if I'm not, it's not like my opinion should decide your career choices."

"I'm well aware. But you're my best friend! Hell, you've practically been my mom for the last two years!"

He seemed to react negatively to that last statement. "Flynn, if you want my opinion, as a normal human being, I'll give it to you. This Women's Underground Wrestling League is completely insane! You almost died out there! But if that's not enough, did you actually see that girl? She was frakking huge! She puffed out like a balloon, and she nearly crushed you! And looking at her, then the pregnant girl? Did you see how they dressed? Would you dress like that with your weight? I honestly think the entire thing is bat shit insane."

She nodded. "Thank you for your honesty.

"But..." He stopped her. "If you want my actual, personal opinion that my common sense and rationality is trying to suppress, then I'll give that to you as well. Seeing you knock her down like that was the absolute most bad ass thing I had ever witnessed, and I wish I could watch over and over it like the Numa Numa Guy."

"Wow, you really think it was that cool?"

"No. I can't put it into words, that's the closest thing I can say to get it across."

She smiled. "So, you're all for me going to the Gutclash Tournament like I mentioned?"

"I don't think I've wanted anything more in my life." A burst of squee was ready to seep from every pound of her body. "There's just one thing though..."

Her smiled faded as her curiosity grew. "Yeah?"

"If we're really best friends, can you promise me you won't be weirded out?"

"I promise."

"Okay then...I'd like to...help you."

Her smile returned. "Is that seriously what you were so damn worried about? Of course you can help me! I'd love that!"

"Really?"

"Yeah, for sure! You could be like my personal trainer or something."

A shiver seemed to go down his spine. "Really? You want me to help that much?"

"Why not? At the very least you have some experience helping me bulk up. And after today, a little bit working on my muscle."

Things were starting to click together for him. "Well, in that case...What's our first order of business? Want to build some mass?"

Her smile morphed into a grin. "Sweety, your not half bad."

He took the guard from her hands and ran to the counter. "Twenty Big Macs, eighteen buckets of fries, six of each sundae and a keg of lemonade." He quickly made his return to his now flabbergasted friend. "Too much?"

"No, you just jumped  right on into this so well. Damn."

"Hey, you want to be a champion right? If bulking up is going to help you, might as well over do it a bit."

"I like your attitude, coach!"

Within a few minutes, the restaurant saw the most shocking display of gluttony it ever had. She devoured burgers in just a few bites, sucked down chips like a drink, gulped down the drink like air, and inhaled the air like a vacuum! Her teeth, long since pearly white in her lifetime, gnashed and chomped through each bun while the lips concealing them curled into a smile, each piece of food consumed bringing her more and more happiness! This was more like it! All the fun of binging with Taylor without a penny from his pocket. She even let him order some nuggets for himself, though she ended up eating those too. She enjoyed them, but rose an eyebrow to him dropping them in with the fries; a delicious dirty trick in her opinion.

"Time for dessert!" Taylor handed her the first sundae.

"Wish they made these cups bigger," Flynn sighed before drinking it down. No, it was certainly a sundae, she just put her lips to the plastic cup and sucked down the blob of white cream and brown sauce. She felt a slight pinch in the brain, but knew it'd be nothing to complain about once she scarfed down the other seventeen.

Cup, after cup, after cup of ice cream met its fate behind Flynn's food stained lips. Chocolate, caramel and strawberry blended together like a dream, doing a surprisingly good job of complimenting the near literal buckets of grease and salt she just massacred. With a final lick, eighteen plastic cups were clean, but she was hardly ready to give up the battle yet with a keg of soda parked next to her leg.

"Gonna need some help with this one, Tails."

"Whether you did or not, you would've gotten it," he said, lifting the keg to the table. Originally the staff just gave them a cup, but after seeing her kill ten customers worth of food, they brought out a small hose. A very good call.

Glug, glug, glug, she drank it down. "So thirsty!" she mumbled through a mouth of bubbles. Each gulp sent an entire mouthful of lemonade into her literally growing gut.  Her shirt had started riding up once she had gotten through her first course of burgers, but at this stage, it has much more in common with a bra, keeping her chest decent as her girth expanded further and higher. The minute she had to rest it on the table, both she and Taylor knew his position as coach was not going to be a short lived on. And that was after the chicken nuggets; now the table was creaking up a storm.

"Ah! Soda was a bit flat, but it did the job. Thanks coach."

"Your welcome, grasshopper." It was starting to sound a lot like one of their gaming tournaments. From a year or so back, before they had accidentally entered a slave dynamic and he was a bit drained, energetically. "I'd say we certainly built some mass today!"

"You sure as hell ain't wrong!" She cupped the gut in her hands. She almost couldn't reach around! She blushed a bit. "I can't wait to show Lance!"

"Lance who? He from the gym?"

"Oh, nah. You remember yesterday when I left the apartment?"

"Yeah, I was pretty confused."

"Well, I happened upon an internet cafe and...Oooh."

"What is it?"

"Feeling a little queasy. I think you'd better...URRRRRRRAAAAUUUUUURRRRRPPP!" As the green smoke settled, she quickly wiped the excess moisture from her lips and fanned it away. "Oh wow! Looks like we just developed a secret attack!" She laughed, fanning the mist from her friend, who was suddenly experiencing a justified coughing fit. "Tails, are you okay?"

"Okay? That was awesome! New record for you, hands down!" He coughed through his words, but managed to pull out a smile for the occasion.

"New record, huh? I didn't even know you were keeping track. Thought guys found that kind of thing gross."

"It is gross. That's why its cool. Not something you'd usually see a girl do, so it pretty much says 'I hate unicorns.'"

She smiled, "but I like unicorns."

"You know what I mean."

"Well Mr. Taylor Wasserman, if that's how you feel about a burp from yours truly, I must warn you, the air in the apartment is likely to get foul."

"Worth it," he smiled.

They shared their smile for a moment. They'd have shared it longer, but the arrival of a teenager bearing red and yellow quickly put an end to it. "Sir, ma'am, I'm going to have to ask you to leave the facility."

"What?" Flynn turned to him. "What's wrong? The card's real, you've got money in the bank."

"It's not that."

Taylor gave him an accusing look, "Then what is it?"

"To put it as blunt as I can, your scaring the customers."

They looked around. Yes, the customers had depleted significantly, and those left bore confused looks, directed at the pair.

"I see. Well then, I guess I'll take my fat, hamburger filled belly and leave."

"Thank you."

Flynn made her way out the door, quickly followed by Taylor. "You're seriously just gonna take that from him? He was like fifteen. You could've crushed him!"

"I don't feel like crushing anyone today, especially not for doing their job." Taylor looked rather sheepish. He could admit it, he was a little hasty in that idea. "Besides, it's a big city. Plenty more fine dining to be found." A smile smacked its way onto both their faces.

"You have defeated my master! Prepare to die!"

They turned. Standing before them was a girl. She had blonde pigtails, shorts, and a black shirt riding up over her pudgy belly.

"You from WUSL too?"

"Yes. And because of you, Gutsy shall never rule the world of Women's Sumo Wrestling like she was destined! For that, you'll have to die."

"Balloon girl?" Taylor asked, Flynn nodded. "She was your master?"

"She took time from her schedule as Mistress of the Ring to teach me her lessons in Sumo. I have entered eighteen fights since then. I have lost not one. You, Flynn, have broken the pedestal of my beloved idol, and shall face the consequences! You face the wrath of 'The Hungersnap!' Any last words?"

"Yeah...Can we do this some other time? I'm in the middle of training here and I'd really like to at least let my new weight reach my thighs before I get into another fight."

"Your obituary will cause an uproar of laughter on the internet!" She readied her fists, and charged towards the two.

He wasn't in her line of range, but Flynn instinctively pushed Taylor behind her. But she herself was rather tired. She didn't want to move, but rather, sit, eat and joke. She didn't know how she was going to defuse this situation. But she had to think of something and fast; Hungersnap's fist was already connecting with her belly...

Proceeding to sink in rather deep.

"It will take more than that to halt the apprentice of Gutsy!" She pushed on further. It suddenly became clear that she had just now reached what it took to halt the apprentice of Gutsy, and suddenly found her fist bouncing out of Fkynn's soft belly flesh, with enough force to carry her into the nearest brick wall.

"Flynn Wins!" Flynn turned a cheeky smile to her friend. "Flawless, Victory."

"You're a dink. Besides, she hit me, I'd hardly call that flawless."

"You didn't take any damage, it counts."

She shook her head, smile beaming out in all directions.

"I can't hurt you. Was Ms. Gutsy was pillowed with over two thousand pounds, but she could still get hurt!" Hungersnap pulled herself from the ground, looking horrified towards Flynn.

"Maybe she just never fought on a full stomach? I know from experience that pain isn't out of my reach."

"I refuse it! Maybe I cannot defeat you in combat, but I know one thing where you cannot triumph over me. We shall do combat in the form of an-"

"Eating contest?"

"-Eating conte-,Hey! How did you know?"

She lifted her gurgling belly and dropped it. "I'm just going to guess its a popular choice in this crowd."

"In any case, that is my challenge! Do you accept?"

"Okay, fine, if it'll make you happy, we'll have an eating contest. Where?"

"Are we not standing in the Parking Lot of the greasiest fast food corporation on the planet?"

"Yeah, not a good idea, lets try KFC."

"W-Why not here?"

"Long story." Taylor entered, "Okay, kind of short, but I don't think you'd care."

"Then it is settled. The honour of Gutsy shall be decided with The Ultimate Binge! Hungersnap vs. Flynn!"

Flynn nodded, and turned to the car. There was a KFC just around the corner, not too far to drive.

"Um...I do not have a car. Can I get a lift?"

What proceeded felt like the most awkward drive in history.

Just less than thirty minutes later, the tables were set. Three buckets of Crispy Strips, Two kegs of 7-Up, Five Twisters, a barrel's worth of Popcorn chicken and too many Original Recipe chooks to count. Each.

"I'll tell you now, I didn't get my name for nothing."

"And I didn't get THIS for nothing." She smacked her far superior gut on the table.

"That's true. I put a lot of work into it."

"Enough talk, I demand vengeance!" She slammed her fist into the table, leaving a deep hand print. Suddenly bouncing that thing off her gut seemed a lot more impressive to Flynn. She nodded to Taylor.

"Three. Two. Flynn beat her ass!"

He almost had to look away as the carnage unfolded. Truly a gruesome sight, as tiny chunks of food flew in all directions from the two girls. Crispy crumbs and drops of soda crashed to the floor as they munched their way through. A massacre of chicken, plain and simple. It was almost as vicious as the battles he imagined were yet to come in her career. Lord, how he wished he brought a camera.

"Urp!" Hungersnap wiped the grease from her lips. "You can clearly see you're outmatched. You're stomach was already filled, and it is clear any superior size has been due to your one or two extra years of age, nothing more..." Her eyes widened in shock. She shouldn't have started gloating; Flynn had consumed nine strips, two whole chickens, and finished her first keg. "You tricked me!"

In saying this, she hoped to in turn trick Flynn into giving a comeback so she would have a moment to catch up. She was denied even this, and quickly made the mistake of jamming a whole chicken into her mouth at once. She couldn't even close her mouth.

"Mmmmffff!" Flynn swallowed the chunk of chicken in her mouth and leapt up. Before her enemy had even noticed, Flynn's hand was ramming the back of her neck. A chicken with a pair of bite marks flew across the room.

"Obviously you wanted me distracted," she sighed, "Pretty dirty way to do it if you asked me."

However, laughter of victory was not expelled from up curved lips. Rather, they were aiming down, and it was a grunt. "Why did you have to do that? I could've swallowed it whole!"

"And you could've choked to death! She just saved your ass!"

"Silence! You bitch! You bitch! You bitch! YOU BITCH!"

"Yeah, maybe I should've just let you choked, I'll go get it back for you."

"No." She held her hand onto her superior's shoulder, her sarcasm apparently going unnoticed. "That in itself is not the source of my anger. You...just HAD to help me. Save my damn life. How can I sit myself down and try to smite you with food if I owe you my life!?"

"So, what, are you forfeiting after all this?"

"No. You won the second I let out my belch. Enjoy your victory, Abigail Flynn, the Gutclash tournament is in mere days. They will not be so forging." And with that, she stood herself up and left, her newly rounded belly bouncing as she did. It would have made the scene a little more dramatic if her departure did not end at the bus stop across the road.

"So...I win?"

"Looks like it."

"Huh...Doesn't feel quite as good as Quake or Gutsy. But then again, I ended up throwing them across the room."

"You sort of did that with her."

"Yeah, but not as a finishing move. Seemed kind of Anticlimactix really. Dissapointing, I guess."

"Sort of like Batman Arkham Asylum, right? Get all the way to the end, Joker goes Hulk on you, and he's almost easier than some of the henchmen."

"Pretty much."

"Well, my pupil, I think there is one aspect you have not taken into account that should hopefully diminish these thoughts of disappointment."

"What's that?"

"She didn't even get halfway through her side of the table." Flynn looked before her. Suddenly the contest had become a feast. It was time to bulk up! She completely forgot she was supposed to do something else that day...

"So, that's who I'll be facing in the Gutclash?" A portly woman studied the footage of Flynn knocking Quake to her defeat. "But she's so small!"

"To you, maybe, but you must remember you are a very large person. There are bound to be a few, if not many wrestlers of her approximate size in the tournament."

"So why is she so special?  What makes you so sure she'll make it to the finals?"

"Honestly I don't know. Perhaps its because she beat and experienced sumo in her first match, which she apparently entered in on accident, or maybe because I've heard she took down Gusty."

"Gutsy? You mean Boulder Belly's kid? I see. She is a promising contender."

"So, what do you think?"

"I think I'll crush her as soon as I can. No disrespect to her, but if she is even close to challenging me for the championship, I can't pull any punches."

"Even if she ends up in intensive treatment?"

"Even if it kills her. She's been in two fights by this point, she should know the risks."

To Be Continued.

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Flynn sat exhausted on the bench. She won! But, wait, why did she win? She didn't even want to be doing it! She almost got her jiggly ass kicked to high hell! She shouldn't have been feeling bad ass about this, she should have been thankful to be alive! But she didn't know how she felt.

She had just defeated a trained sumo wrestler in hand-to-hand combat, quite spectacularly too. Even after years of button mashing and dragon slaying, she never even considered this as an option in real life.

"Man, what the hell is going on?"

"What's going on? You're a big, doughy booty kicker, honey!"

To the side of the previously empty locker room stood a woman. She was tall, with a small big of fat, and a huge belly. "Are you pregnant?"

"Haha! No, I'm just a fatty like you."

"Fatty? Where do you get off calling me names?"

"It's a compliment. You do like your body, don't you? That's why you're here, isn't it?"

"Yeah, I don't mind it, I just don't like people being asses to me. And if your a 'fatty' then why are you only fat in your gut?"

"Because I gained that way. Gorging the right way, the right kind of exercise, you can  do wonders with your body. Its helped me to perfect my special 'Belly Bump' technique."

"Oh..." Flynn recognised her. Mother Slammington, one of the wrestlers she saw on the website. She didn't read her profile, but she recognised her picture. A blood red and black two-piece bikini, the belly, and flowing, but spiked red hair. She also had that very welcoming smile.

"How'd I learn it? Well I trained in the art of Chubregnancy in the Mountains of Asia. I'm not allowed to say which. I was the bottom of my class, but that still made me one of the most formidable fighters here at the WUSL. How'd you learn your moves?"

"Um...video games."

"Huh." She was beginning to piece the situation together. "I take it you're new to this whole BBW Sumo thing."

"Very new, I didn't even think it was real! An internet joke site, or something. I had nothing to do, so I dropped by. Next thing I know, I'm about to get my giant ass kicked."

"But you didn't. You won. You won with some style, too, you got into the Gutclash Tournament! Not bad for someone who didn't even mean to do it."

"But I don't WANT to! I don't mean to be rude or anything, but this is ridiculous! I don't want to be a fighting fatty!"

Slammington just smiles, "Look, Flynn, we're a wrestling club, not an ancient order of psychos, you don't have to go if you don't want to. Quake will take your place. It's no big deal."

She sat down next to the miserable Flynn. She just sat silently, moping.

"Okay, you won a sumo match, its not that depressing."

"It's not that. My life sucks." Slammington put an arm around her. "I've accidentally enslaved my best friend, I'm a giant fat ass, I can't stop eating, and now as it turns out, I can't do anything amazing without my fat gut being the cause! And I know I'm going to suck at cosplaying."

"How can you accidentally enslave someone?"

"It's a long story. Point is, I don't want any more attention for my gut, I'm sorry." Flynn stood up and turned for the door, figuring that she could probably avoid the cheering crowds if she hurried.

"It pays."

"What?"

"It pays very well. Aside from the cash prize at the end of the competition, the regular WUSL fighters get paid a lot, so long as you keep fighting regularly. There's a bonus I you're the winner."

She turned back to the faux preggo. "How much would I have won just now?"

"Two thousand bucks."

Her jaw dropped. "Two THOUSAND?!"

"Well, with the bonus, its two thousand and five hundred."

"You're kidding me. For just one fight?"

"Yep. Imagine making that every week, sometimes more than once. It's a good business."

With money like that she could get started on a thousand hobbies! She could pay the rent herself! Hell, things could be reversed! Taylor lays in and gets huge while she kicks ass for a living! Well, maybe not, but kicking ass for a living, that didn't actually sound bad. She closed her eyes, she was back in the ring, knocking Quake to the wall. She looked past her fear; behind that was something else; thrill!

She loved it! She absolutely conquered out there, and she loved it! Why couldn't she see it before? Her adrenaline was bumped, her heart was racing, and she actually thought it was because of fear! Far from it!

"Slammington, where do I sign up!?"

"Wow, I guess cash is a good motivator for you," she giggled, knowing very well that Flynn just went through a mental battle. "After I fetch you a contract, you want some bulk building tips?"

Bulk building. "Wait, you're saying I need to get bigger?"

"Well, you won a fight against one of our primed sumos, that's good. Now, don't get me wrong, Quake ain't no lightweight by any sense of the word, but she isn't Queen Heavyweight either. You want to roll around here, you need a booty that can bounce a girl straight into the emergency room."

"Then why are you..." Flynn decided not to finish, it was safe to assume she was about to insult her greatly.

"Well, actually I am. Those Chubpregnancy monks taught me how to condense my weight so I can still have a sexy lil' gut and keep a figure that'll throw people off guard. If I undid, which is no easy task mind you, I'd be almost twice your weight!" She flexed a chubby arm, her flesh jiggling like jello, far too much for someone her shape, she was telling the truth.

"Well, okay, I guess, but I can't uh, well..."

"Bulk up? This money issues again?"

"Well, yes. I don't have two thousand and five hundred dollars on me right now, and even if I did I could never choose food over Taylor, even if it would-" She stopped. Slammington something small, square and plastic in her face.

"Three words: WUSL Snack Card. Forget discounts honey, so long as they take cards, you're eating free."

"Eating...Free?" Flynn began to drool.

"Yep. The WUSL recognises that BBWrestlers need a high food budget, so what better way to keep them fed than paying for it? So long as its edible, this baby can get it for you."

She handed the card to Flynn, who began glaring at it with her jaw on the ground. "How they hell can they pay for all this?!"

"Women's Sumo Wrestling is serious business, baby! The food industry adores us for our appetites, and the FAs can't get enough of it!"

"FAs?"

"Fat admirers. Guys, and sometimes girls, who think our big guts that should be, but thankfully aren't censored on TV." Ah, Lance suddenly made a little more sense. "It's kind of odd, and out there, so we occasionally get some funds donated by a few wacky millionaires. We might've started it, but we sure ain't the only ones."

"Wow, I didn't realise how big this all was."

"Just wait until you get to the tournament. First time in history we've been allowed to do this sort of thing officially in Japan. You me, Belch and a few others represent WUSL US, while we're also up against WUSL Japan, Big Beautiful Women Wrestling World Extreme and 'Unbuttoned.' Now, enough talk, lets get you a contract."

"How the hell have I gone my whole life without noticing this?"

"Just because people like it doesn't mean they'll admit it."

"That still doesn't mean that-"

"Did you know they have Curling Championships?"

"Um..."

"Same deal."

Wrapping her arm around her chunky new friend, Slammington lead Flynn down the hall when something else hit her mind. "Hey, you can change it later on, but you're gonna need a nickname. Real name's Melissa Hunch."

"Oh well, I'm actually pretty good with Flynn."

"You sure you want to go with just 'Flynn?'"

"Well, I don't have any clever fat jokes or anything so, yeah."

"Alright then, whatever floats your boat."

And so, Flynn became an official fighter for WUSL destined for a part in the Gutclash Tournament. Things would never be the same for her again.

Taylor glared at his phone. It sat their silently on the table. He had gotten a call earlier, but it was someone trying to sell him insurance. He'd been home for three hours now, and his concern had grown exodentially. Where was Flynn? She hadn't been our of the house for months before today, and now she was out late?

He could have rung her, but then, he didn't want to force himself into her situation. But he couldn't just go on with his night knowing she might be los somewhere in the city. Why wouldn't she just ring him? For anything, extra cash, the name of a celebrity, he just needed to know she was okay. Maybe she lost her phone.

The front door smacked open. "UuuUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP! Oh boy." Taylor turned. It was her.

"Flynn!" He leapt off the couch and ran to her. She was fine, in fact she seemed happy! He couldn't have felt happier. He threw his arms around her and squeezed, much to her surprise. "Flynn, you're okay! Oh, man I'm so happy to see you."

"You are? How long was I gone?"

"I don't know, you weren't here when I left for work. Where've you...Been." He looked down. Beneath him was Flynn's gut, poking out of her shirt as usual. Though it was bigger. Much bigger, and apparently stretched quite a bit. "Flynn, did you eat out?"

"I ate out all over the place. Subway, Taco Bell, KFC, Dairy Queen, McDonalds, K-Mart. Oh man did I eat out!"

"How? Did...did you take my credit card?"

"Nah! I got my own." She pulled forth the Snack Card. "Tails, I hereby free you."

"Free me?"

"From my reign of tyrammy."

"What the heck is tyrammy?"

"Um, I'll tell you later. Right now, I'm feeling kind of sleepy. I'll see you in the morning."

Taylor didn't leave her. As she marched down to her room, he kept his hands on her gut, keeping her steady until she arrived. With a wave of thanks, Flynn collapsed onto her bed, instantly entering the Land of Nod. Taylor remained standing up, very confused.

Flynn was acting very strangely, he was worried. But what could he say to her? 'You're up and about, shame on you!' So, instead, he decided to go to bed. Like he'd sleep after today.

After finally managing to doze off, Taylor awoke. Pushing his door open, the sight before him was rather surprising. Flynn, on the floor covered in crumbs, and a pair of weights by her.

"Oooh, Taylor, help..."

He dropped to the floor to her aide, pulling her up next to him. He did it slowly, noticing that her belly had barely gone down since yesterday.  "Flynn? What happened, are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine. Just woke up in the middle of the night with some cravings and got a little too ambitious too quickly." Her stomach groaned, as if angry with its master. "I ate everything, Taylor. I don't know what came over me!"

"Okay, Flynn, I seriously have to know what's been up with you lately. You've been acting weird for days now. Is this really because I couldn't have a full match of Halo with you?"

"No, no, no! It's not something you did, it's something I've done. Or, am doing, rather." She looked to him. He obviously didn't realise what he was doing. It was just life as usual. How could she possibly put this into words? "You're doing too much for me."

"I'm what?"

"No, wait, that came out wrong, sorry." She put a hand to her aching head, quickly deciding it belonged on her much more aching belly. "I haven't held up my end on paying the rent since I moved in. I'm going to start making up for it."

"How are you going to do that?" he was more interested in how than the fact that she cared about the rent.

"I got a job."

"You what!?"

She swallowed a cookie that was caught under her tongue as she gulped at his outburst, "Oooh. Taylor, I know how much money you spend on me. I don't want to be a mooch any more."

"Flynn, I'd never call you a mooch!"

"You could neglect to mention my weight too, but I'm still fat."

"And you look fine!"

"This isn't about me!" He stopped. "Look, I'm going to the gym. Care to join me? We can let of some steam."

He nodded. Flynn at a gym was something he never thought he'd hear in the same sentence, but if it defused this situation, he'd be all for it.

"Okay. Now, not to sound like a moochy hypocrite, but..could you help me up?" She said, rubbing her aching stomach.

Two hours later, the two entered the doors of 'Gatesie's Gym.' Taylor instantly tried to guide her to the bar where she could drink her fill of Gatorade, but she was much more interested in the Weight Set. Taylor just watched as she pumped the lightest weights there for a whole hour. He was genuinely impressed.

"What a workout!" Her top was drenched in sweat. "Taylor, Gatorade?"

He handed her a bottle, and she inserted it into her mouth. With a few gulps, she handed it back, dry as a bone. "Well, you're thirsty, aren't you?"

"I haven't worked out since my sister got me a Skipping Rope for my birthday eleven years ago. Feels good to get into shape." She flexed her arms, a jiggle running through both. "But I guess the shape in question is something else entirely."

"I guess so." He took out his wallet and headed for the bar again.

"Wait, stop!" He turned to her. "Show him this instead. It'll work much better." She handed him her card. Taylor returned from the bar with a large bag full of Gatorade bottles and energy bars.

"Flynn..."

"Yeah, Tails?"

"This bag, this here bag, the whole thing..."

"Yep?"

"It was free. How is that possible?"

"Part of the new job. Have to keep a wide girth so they pay for all my food, neat huh?"

"...But then...What job did you get?"

"It's a secret for now, Tails. I'm sorry. "She couldn't tell him she was a Sumo Wrestler now. He'd never believe her if she just said it out of nowhere.

"Okay, fine, but if you still need to be big, why are we at a gym?"

"I need to have big muscles too. Well, it'd help at the very least. Not too big to overshadow the rest of me of course."

"I need a moment." Taylor walked off to the showers. Flynn felt guilty every time she looked at him, even when she was cleaning up her act she wasn't doing him any favours, it seemed. She grabbed a bottle of Gatorade; she decided to put on some heavier weights, she'd need the extra kick.

Bringing the bottle to her lips, she pulled the lid open with her tongue and teeth, wrapped her lips around the top and began to inhale. She was literally pouring it down her throat, she cut out the middle man and skipped gulping or swallowing, it was on a direct course for her stomach, which was still grossly overstuffed as it was.

"UuuUUURP! Sweetums. Looks like things are finally going a little more in my favour. Now I just have to get to that second date with Lance and all is right with the universe!" She began loading on the Weights.

Since she became a WUSL Fighter, Flynn had felt like she could take on anything, hence why she ate every scrap of food in the apartment while already stuffed; she didn't feel like she needed to ease into anything. She wrapped her arms tightly around the last weight, using her muffin to for extra support. She wasn't sure if this was possible, but it seemed this thing was heavier than her! Nonetheless, she continued pulling herself along until she had it connected to the pole. Then she just needed to do it again.

After much effort, three bottles of Gatorade and about six energy bars, Flynn was ready to give it a go. Her chest scraped the pole as she slid herself under it, briefly obscuring her view. Once her sight was clear, it was time to begin. She grabbed onto the pole with both hands and began to push with all her might. And push. And push. And push. It didn't seem to be moving much at all, actually.

"Oh come one Flynn!" she thought to herself. "Yesterday you threw a woman across the room. You kicked ass! You can do anything, so you can lift a damn weight!"

She could feel her bones starting to pop out of place. She may have kicked ass, but this thing was damn heavy! She couldn't even remember how long it took her to carry the individual weights over (Ten minutes). She began sweating again. Had her sweat not already coated her clothing, it would look like someone had a tap going on low under her arms. Her teeth were as gritted as physically possible; any further and they'd explode into dust.

"What have I done?!" she squeaked as her arms seemed to become fused to the pole as she pressed up...

"Do what you want cos' a pirate is free, you are a pirate! Yo ho, fiddly dee, being a pirate is our recipe, do what you want cos a pirate is free, you are a pirate!" Flynn's eyes popped open as she realised her phone was going off.

One floor up, a group of gymnasts were in the middle of a rather complicated routine. They decided it was time to take a break as a large weight bursty through the floor and shattered their mirror wall.

"Um..Hello?" she said, answering the phone.

"Flynn, it's Slammington."

"Oh hi, Slammington. Okay, just for future reference, is there something shorter I can call you? Slams, maybe?"

"This isn't a good time. I'm here at the WUSL gym. You're in trouble."

"Huh? What did I do? I've only been in one match!"

"Don't worry, it's not anything particularly official. It's just, your position in Gutclash may be compromised."

"What? But, I want to go! I want to be part of the WUSL now!"

"Tell that to Gutsy. She's been dying to go to Gutclash since it was announced. Finding out that her spot was taken by a random newcomer isn't sitting well with her. She's challenged you for the right to enter."

"... You're kidding me, right?"

"Wish I was. She's gone completely spastic, she's been throwing chairs around, punching the walls. We only got her to stop after I promised to call you."

"Okay, so, seriously, she is challenging me for the right to enter this contest?"

"Yes, seems that way."

"That's just...what?"

"She's a bit of a Diva, but as a good and popular fighter, we have no right getting rid of her. I think you'd better accept."

"Are you sure you can't just give her some jelly bean cookies or something and shut her up?"

"She's a BBW Flynn, not a little girl. Unless you beat her, or renounce your position in the Gutclash tournament, she is just going to continue on like this and we're going to have to hurt her."

"Okay, I get you. Tell her I accept. I'll be down as soon as I can."

"Bless you hon, I'm not sure how much longer I could go without tearing her head off."

And with that, she hung up. Flynn thought about this for a second. On the one hand, she was currently training and this was an interuption. On the other, what better training was there than experience? And if she were to get so fat that she counted as two people and thereby in theory would have a third hand, she didn't want to leave Taylor there without explanation.

"Darn it! I guess I can't be a proper friend without hurting him a little bit more first! Damn!"

Before leaving, she had the brilliant idea to ask one of the trainers to tell Taylor that she was had to leave for work reasons, and that she was unbelievably sorry about it. She quickly caught a bus and headed down to the WUSL HQ. Unfortunately, the bus didn't go to that exact location, and she had to walk for about fifteen minutes before she reached the familiar alleyway. She knocked on the door. The guard instantly recognised her and let her in. He was very happy to see her, apparently having bet a good sum of money on her the previous night.

After traversing the stairs, she found Slammington standing impatiently by the door.

"What took you so long?!"

"Sorry, bus went the wrong way. She still calm?"

"She's demanded a few hot fudge Subway sandwiches to prepare, but other than that, she's been pretty patient. You need to settle this, now!"

The pregbellied woman guided Flynn to the arena. Standing in the middle was a redheaded woman of about two hundred pounds.

"You must be Gutsy." Flynn wasn't too impressed. While overweight, for sure, she wasn't nearly as large as her. And the weight didn't really give her much extra shape, her belly was almost flat, it bulged out so little.

"And you must be my new nemesis, FLYNN!"

"Um, sure."

"Do not 'sure' me, FLYNN! You may have the others fooled, but I am not so easily manipulated!"

"...Huh?"

"Clearly, you have been planted into the WUSL by my mother, former WUSL Champion 'Boulder Belly!' She never could accept me surpassing her power so quickly, so she has dedicated her life to making sure I fail to fulfil my destiny as the greatest Sumo of all time!"

"...Kay."

"Ha! You admit it!"

Flynn looked to Slammington. She shrugged. "Okay, so, maybe we can get this over with? I have stuff I want to do today."

"Very well. Let our battle, BEGIN!"

Flynn proceeded to punch Gutsy in the face, knocking her to the ground.

"Can I go now?"

"You still have to push her out of the ring," announced Slammington.

Flynn looked at the Large Ham of a woman. She wasn't the biggest BBW she'd seen so far, at all, actually, but she was still a fatty. She could probably save some time by rolling her out of the ring while she was down.

She knelt to the ground and placed her hands on Gusty's gut and began to push. She began turning to the side, her tongue hanging out while her eyes spun around in a daze.

"Made me abandon Taylor for this?" She gave another shove. Her hand sunk into her flab. "Huh?"

With a thunderous blast of a hit, Flynn was sent hurtling into the sky! She yelped as her head smacked against the ceiling. She hit the ground with a thud, her bulbous bottom fortunately saving her a bit of bruising. "What the hell was that?"

Gutsy stood triumphantly above her, sneering with glee. "My mother has taught you poorly! Perhaps she was worried you'd back out if you knew the whole story. Never has she blundered so greatly!"

She pulled her hand back for a punch and took a deep breath. Her hand began to jiggle. Her fingers became stubbier, and sausage shaped. He hand had grown into a fist the size of a leg of mutton. And it was flying right into Flynn's skull.

KAPOW! Flynn now rested in a small crater in the middle of the arena, and had the biggest head ache she had ever experienced in her life. Looking up, she saw a team of knuckles descending quickly upon her. Using every iota of strength in her body, she leapt from the crater and leap-frogged over Gusty's head.

"By Die Hard's crotch! What the hell are you?!"

"Such a simple girl, I see. You really expect me to withdraw any information about myself just because you're curious? Foolish."

"It's a special technique she invented called Inflatoflab."

"SLAMMINGTON YOU BITCH!"

"Hey, it's not like it's a secret or anything. It's similar to me concentrating my fat in my belly. She mentally compressed her morbidly obese form and can send it to any part of her body to use as an attack."

"Why didn't you warn me?"

"We were in a hurry, remember? Besides, she usually waits until the middle of the fight before she does that to build the drama."

"Flynn stands between me and my deserved glory! I have no time for theatrics that serve no purpose other than to throw her off guard!"

Flynn looked at Gutsy's hand. It shrank back to its original size. Slams said she was morbidly obese without the compression. She could probably grow her fist big enough to crush her if she wanted! But no, it seemed she wanted to teach her a lesson. Not only to beat her, but she wanted to show her that she out of her league and that her mother was never going to stop her. Now if only she could explain that she wasn't working for her mum!

"Since you already know my skills, I can resume calling my attacks! Gutsy Special!" She crouched down and leapt, expanding and shrinking her feet to giving some extra height. Swallowing a pinch of air, her gut suddenly ballooned out. And continued ballooning out. Her form began to fill the sky.

"Flynn!" Slammington screamed! What had she gotten her into?

"Let's see how great of a sumo you are when pancakes are calling you anorexic! HahaaaaaaAAAAH!"

She had hardly recovered! Now she was supposed to dodge 'this?' It filled up the entire damn arena. And that mocking laughter just dug into her mind! Like Satan sticking his pitchfork into her brain repeatedly! She couldn't take it! The way it just echoed over that oncoming image of impending doom! So smug! So sure of itself! She couldn't take it!

"STTTOOOOOPPPP IIIIITTTT!" She threw her fist into the air as she screamed! It was like a missile, she felt that concrete wouldn't have stopped her protest. And it seemed Gutsy wasn't quite as sturdy as concrete.

The enormous ball of fat floated in mid air, supported only by the lone fist. On top of the gigantic girth, Gutsy wore quite an injured expression. "Ouch."

The stomach seemed to deflate as she fell to the ground. Once her feet touched the floor she regained her footing, her belly finally returning to its less than impressive size. "Well...It seems you're not such a weakling after all..." She was winded. Hell, the Hulk would've felt a little woozy from that!

"Someone had to shut you up! Is that how you keep winning matches? Annoying people into submission?"

"You will pay for that remark!"

A basketball sized fist flew past Flynn's head. She delivered her knee into Gutsy's back, but bound herself knocked to the side as two round globes of fat ballooned into her.

"You can't win, amateur! Gutclash is only for pros!"

Two meaty fists came towards her. Flynn dropped to the floor and delivered a kick to her opponents leg, knocking her flat on the ground.

"Well if I'm an amateur, I can't imagine how the wannabes treat you!" She pounded her fist into her barely pudgy gut. With a growl, it ballooned, out, sending her into the air. As planned.

"In like Flynn!" Her elbow came down on Gutsy like a rock on a stick of butter.

Slammington looked on in surprise. "Damn, it took me at least a week before I had my catchphrase down!"

As the woman mumbled and groaned in an out of consciousness, her body began to jiggle, much more so than seemed normal even for her.

"Time to take out the trash!"

She grabbed her by the legs, then gave the strongest pull she had ever given. Gutsy flew across the room like a chubby rocket, crashing into the seats. "Nooo," she exclaimed as much as she could in her current state. "I'm Gutsy! I'm the greatest suno of all ti-Oooh." A loud gurgle was heardl, rumbling across the room.

"What's happening?" Flynn looked to Slammington.

"I don't know! She's never been beaten this bad before!"

The bleachers began to shake. Her face turned red. "Okay fine! We'll call it a draw." Her clothes burst at the seams as her body poured out into its true form. Her breasts ballooned up, her girth rounded into a beachball, and her butt pushed her higher into the air. And then it just kept going. For every second, she seemed to grow by the fifties; there seemed to be no end to the immensity of her form!

"Oh my," Gutsy exclaimed. "No wonder she won so many rounds!"

Finally, the growth ceased. It was very difficult for them to have even an estimation of how many pounds she was. Certainly over a few tonnes. She had more than enough butt to fill up every seat on both sides several time over! There was no way this was the same pathetic bellied bitch that stood in the ring just a few minutes ago.

"Whoa. She's almost as big as her ego," Flynn thought to herself.

The structure finally snapped, scattering wood, metal and chairs across the room.

"That was amazing."

"Thanks Slams, I was pretty surprised myse-" Slammington hadn't said anything. She looked behind her, someone stood at the door, wide eyed and mixed with a hundred competing emotions. "Taylor!"

"So, this is your new job, huh?" That seemed to be the only thing he was physically capable of saying at this point.

"Um, Flynn, should I talk to him?"

"No, Slams you just...talk to Gutsy, I-Uh..."

"It's okay, relax."

"Thank you."

She quickly hopped off the ring and made her way towards Taylor. His eyes seemed locked on Gutsy. Who could blame him? That was not something you saw everyday. Or ever, really. "She's very big...What's going on?"

"Surprise!" She said forcing a smile onto an otherwise worried face, "I'm a sumo wrestler!"

He honestly had nothing to say.

"Um, say Tails, how'd you know where I was?"

"The guy at the bar told me...What the freaking hell was that!?"

"Oh, I told you. Sumo Wrestling."

"Since when did Sumo Wrestling look like that!?"

"I personally think its a little more exciting this way."

"Mind if I pass out?"

"I'd prefer if you didn't."

"Okay then." Instead, he began waddling away from her, towards a wall, finally falling over.

"Taylor!" She ran to his side and helped him up. He seemed snapped out of things.

"What in the holy mother of god did I just see!?" His heart seemed to have stopped. "She was like a frigging balloon! How the hell was she doing that?"

"Taylor calm down!" He caught his breathe. "Okay, I understand, your confusion is justified. Completely. What just happened was weird. But, that seems to be relatively normal around here. I didn't want to tell you because...Well, look how you reacted."

"Thanks. In hindsight, I appreciate that."

"And I know I shouldn't have just up and left like that, but they told me it was important. I haven't even had the job for twenty four hours, I can't screw up yet." They shared a glance. He understood. "Listen, how about I buy you lunch today? I know, obviously that won't be any burden for me cos of the card and all that, but I honestly want to talk about this with you a little more. Okay?"

"Okay."

She turned to the sight of the battle. "Slams! Do you want any help, or can I just go?"

The round bellied woman looked to the destruction, and the blob of a girl responsible before looking back to Flynn, a grudging tone in her voice, "Sure, go ahead, I'll take care of this."

Flynn and Taylor made their way up stairs. Not nearly as easy going down, Flynn hardly noticed, her blood still pumping away. "So, how'd you get past the guard?"

"Guard? I didn't see anyone apart from you, that balloon girl, some guy watching the fight and that pregnant woman."

Well, it was quite a show...

"And that's how I became a sumo." The two friends sat in a McDonalds sipping away at their milkshakes. Both were still uneasy. Taylor chose somewhere he knew Flynn would like, and Flynn didn't want to eat to much while her friend was so troubled.

"So this 'Quake' girl, was she as nuts as Balloony?"

"No, definitely not. She was really nice actually. Until the face stomping began, that wasn't as nice. But hey, its her job, who am I to complain?"

He nodded. He had definitely calmed down now, though the situation was still very hard to comprehend. "So you really think you were taking advantage of me?"

"Tails, I know I was. Take a good look at how we've been living for the last year or so."

"Well, it's really no problem, I don't mind working so much."

"No, no, no. You spend all your money on me! I don't want that! Yeah, I've got an appetite, but that's no reason to take advantage of people!" A hundred people across deviantART coughed. "Besides, I think I kind of like this job. So, how do you feel about it?"

He sighed, "Look, Flynn, if I'm not, it's not like my opinion should decide your career choices."

"I'm well aware. But you're my best friend! Hell, you've practically been my mom for the last two years!"

He seemed to react negatively to that last statement. "Flynn, if you want my opinion, as a normal human being, I'll give it to you. This Women's Underground Wrestling League is completely insane! You almost died out there! But if that's not enough, did you actually see that girl? She was frakking huge! She puffed out like a balloon, and she nearly crushed you! And looking at her, then the pregnant girl? Did you see how they dressed? Would you dress like that with your weight? I honestly think the entire thing is bat shit insane."

She nodded. "Thank you for your honesty.

"But..." He stopped her. "If you want my actual, personal opinion that my common sense and rationality is trying to suppress, then I'll give that to you as well. Seeing you knock her down like that was the absolute most bad ass thing I had ever witnessed, and I wish I could watch over and over it like the Numa Numa Guy."

"Wow, you really think it was that cool?"

"No. I can't put it into words, that's the closest thing I can say to get it across."

She smiled. "So, you're all for me going to the Gutclash Tournament like I mentioned?"

"I don't think I've wanted anything more in my life." A burst of squee was ready to seep from every pound of her body. "There's just one thing though..."

Her smiled faded as her curiosity grew. "Yeah?"

"If we're really best friends, can you promise me you won't be weirded out?"

"I promise."

"Okay then...I'd like to...help you."

Her smile returned. "Is that seriously what you were so damn worried about? Of course you can help me! I'd love that!"

"Really?"

"Yeah, for sure! You could be like my personal trainer or something."

A shiver seemed to go down his spine. "Really? You want me to help that much?"

"Why not? At the very least you have some experience helping me bulk up. And after today, a little bit working on my muscle."

Things were starting to click together for him. "Well, in that case...What's our first order of business? Want to build some mass?"

Her smile morphed into a grin. "Sweety, your not half bad."

He took the guard from her hands and ran to the counter. "Twenty Big Macs, eighteen buckets of fries, six of each sundae and a keg of lemonade." He quickly made his return to his now flabbergasted friend. "Too much?"

"No, you just jumped  right on into this so well. Damn."

"Hey, you want to be a champion right? If bulking up is going to help you, might as well over do it a bit."

"I like your attitude, coach!"

Within a few minutes, the restaurant saw the most shocking display of gluttony it ever had. She devoured burgers in just a few bites, sucked down chips like a drink, gulped down the drink like air, and inhaled the air like a vacuum! Her teeth, long since pearly white in her lifetime, gnashed and chomped through each bun while the lips concealing them curled into a smile, each piece of food consumed bringing her more and more happiness! This was more like it! All the fun of binging with Taylor without a penny from his pocket. She even let him order some nuggets for himself, though she ended up eating those too. She enjoyed them, but rose an eyebrow to him dropping them in with the fries; a delicious dirty trick in her opinion.

"Time for dessert!" Taylor handed her the first sundae.

"Wish they made these cups bigger," Flynn sighed before drinking it down. No, it was certainly a sundae, she just put her lips to the plastic cup and sucked down the blob of white cream and brown sauce. She felt a slight pinch in the brain, but knew it'd be nothing to complain about once she scarfed down the other seventeen.

Cup, after cup, after cup of ice cream met its fate behind Flynn's food stained lips. Chocolate, caramel and strawberry blended together like a dream, doing a surprisingly good job of complimenting the near literal buckets of grease and salt she just massacred. With a final lick, eighteen plastic cups were clean, but she was hardly ready to give up the battle yet with a keg of soda parked next to her leg.

"Gonna need some help with this one, Tails."

"Whether you did or not, you would've gotten it," he said, lifting the keg to the table. Originally the staff just gave them a cup, but after seeing her kill ten customers worth of food, they brought out a small hose. A very good call.

Glug, glug, glug, she drank it down. "So thirsty!" she mumbled through a mouth of bubbles. Each gulp sent an entire mouthful of lemonade into her literally growing gut.  Her shirt had started riding up once she had gotten through her first course of burgers, but at this stage, it has much more in common with a bra, keeping her chest decent as her girth expanded further and higher. The minute she had to rest it on the table, both she and Taylor knew his position as coach was not going to be a short lived on. And that was after the chicken nuggets; now the table was creaking up a storm.

"Ah! Soda was a bit flat, but it did the job. Thanks coach."

"Your welcome, grasshopper." It was starting to sound a lot like one of their gaming tournaments. From a year or so back, before they had accidentally entered a slave dynamic and he was a bit drained, energetically. "I'd say we certainly built some mass today!"

"You sure as hell ain't wrong!" She cupped the gut in her hands. She almost couldn't reach around! She blushed a bit. "I can't wait to show Lance!"

"Lance who? He from the gym?"

"Oh, nah. You remember yesterday when I left the apartment?"

"Yeah, I was pretty confused."

"Well, I happened upon an internet cafe and...Oooh."

"What is it?"

"Feeling a little queasy. I think you'd better...URRRRRRRAAAAUUUUUURRRRRPPP!" As the green smoke settled, she quickly wiped the excess moisture from her lips and fanned it away. "Oh wow! Looks like we just developed a secret attack!" She laughed, fanning the mist from her friend, who was suddenly experiencing a justified coughing fit. "Tails, are you okay?"

"Okay? That was awesome! New record for you, hands down!" He coughed through his words, but managed to pull out a smile for the occasion.

"New record, huh? I didn't even know you were keeping track. Thought guys found that kind of thing gross."

"It is gross. That's why its cool. Not something you'd usually see a girl do, so it pretty much says 'I hate unicorns.'"

She smiled, "but I like unicorns."

"You know what I mean."

"Well Mr. Taylor Wasserman, if that's how you feel about a burp from yours truly, I must warn you, the air in the apartment is likely to get foul."

"Worth it," he smiled.

They shared their smile for a moment. They'd have shared it longer, but the arrival of a teenager bearing red and yellow quickly put an end to it. "Sir, ma'am, I'm going to have to ask you to leave the facility."

"What?" Flynn turned to him. "What's wrong? The card's real, you've got money in the bank."

"It's not that."

Taylor gave him an accusing look, "Then what is it?"

"To put it as blunt as I can, your scaring the customers."

They looked around. Yes, the customers had depleted significantly, and those left bore confused looks, directed at the pair.

"I see. Well then, I guess I'll take my fat, hamburger filled belly and leave."

"Thank you."

Flynn made her way out the door, quickly followed by Taylor. "You're seriously just gonna take that from him? He was like fifteen. You could've crushed him!"

"I don't feel like crushing anyone today, especially not for doing their job." Taylor looked rather sheepish. He could admit it, he was a little hasty in that idea. "Besides, it's a big city. Plenty more fine dining to be found." A smile smacked its way onto both their faces.

"You have defeated my master! Prepare to die!"

They turned. Standing before them was a girl. She had blonde pigtails, shorts, and a black shirt riding up over her pudgy belly.

"You from WUSL too?"

"Yes. And because of you, Gutsy shall never rule the world of Women's Sumo Wrestling like she was destined! For that, you'll have to die."

"Balloon girl?" Taylor asked, Flynn nodded. "She was your master?"

"She took time from her schedule as Mistress of the Ring to teach me her lessons in Sumo. I have entered eighteen fights since then. I have lost not one. You, Flynn, have broken the pedestal of my beloved idol, and shall face the consequences! You face the wrath of 'The Hungersnap!' Any last words?"

"Yeah...Can we do this some other time? I'm in the middle of training here and I'd really like to at least let my new weight reach my thighs before I get into another fight."

"Your obituary will cause an uproar of laughter on the internet!" She readied her fists, and charged towards the two.

He wasn't in her line of range, but Flynn instinctively pushed Taylor behind her. But she herself was rather tired. She didn't want to move, but rather, sit, eat and joke. She didn't know how she was going to defuse this situation. But she had to think of something and fast; Hungersnap's fist was already connecting with her belly...

Proceeding to sink in rather deep.

"It will take more than that to halt the apprentice of Gutsy!" She pushed on further. It suddenly became clear that she had just now reached what it took to halt the apprentice of Gutsy, and suddenly found her fist bouncing out of Fkynn's soft belly flesh, with enough force to carry her into the nearest brick wall.

"Flynn Wins!" Flynn turned a cheeky smile to her friend. "Flawless, Victory."

"You're a dink. Besides, she hit me, I'd hardly call that flawless."

"You didn't take any damage, it counts."

She shook her head, smile beaming out in all directions.

"I can't hurt you. Was Ms. Gutsy was pillowed with over two thousand pounds, but she could still get hurt!" Hungersnap pulled herself from the ground, looking horrified towards Flynn.

"Maybe she just never fought on a full stomach? I know from experience that pain isn't out of my reach."

"I refuse it! Maybe I cannot defeat you in combat, but I know one thing where you cannot triumph over me. We shall do combat in the form of an-"

"Eating contest?"

"-Eating conte-,Hey! How did you know?"

She lifted her gurgling belly and dropped it. "I'm just going to guess its a popular choice in this crowd."

"In any case, that is my challenge! Do you accept?"

"Okay, fine, if it'll make you happy, we'll have an eating contest. Where?"

"Are we not standing in the Parking Lot of the greasiest fast food corporation on the planet?"

"Yeah, not a good idea, lets try KFC."

"W-Why not here?"

"Long story." Taylor entered, "Okay, kind of short, but I don't think you'd care."

"Then it is settled. The honour of Gutsy shall be decided with The Ultimate Binge! Hungersnap vs. Flynn!"

Flynn nodded, and turned to the car. There was a KFC just around the corner, not too far to drive.

"Um...I do not have a car. Can I get a lift?"

What proceeded felt like the most awkward drive in history.

Just less than thirty minutes later, the tables were set. Three buckets of Crispy Strips, Two kegs of 7-Up, Five Twisters, a barrel's worth of Popcorn chicken and too many Original Recipe chooks to count. Each.

"I'll tell you now, I didn't get my name for nothing."

"And I didn't get THIS for nothing." She smacked her far superior gut on the table.

"That's true. I put a lot of work into it."

"Enough talk, I demand vengeance!" She slammed her fist into the table, leaving a deep hand print. Suddenly bouncing that thing off her gut seemed a lot more impressive to Flynn. She nodded to Taylor.

"Three. Two. Flynn beat her ass!"

He almost had to look away as the carnage unfolded. Truly a gruesome sight, as tiny chunks of food flew in all directions from the two girls. Crispy crumbs and drops of soda crashed to the floor as they munched their way through. A massacre of chicken, plain and simple. It was almost as vicious as the battles he imagined were yet to come in her career. Lord, how he wished he brought a camera.

"Urp!" Hungersnap wiped the grease from her lips. "You can clearly see you're outmatched. You're stomach was already filled, and it is clear any superior size has been due to your one or two extra years of age, nothing more..." Her eyes widened in shock. She shouldn't have started gloating; Flynn had consumed nine strips, two whole chickens, and finished her first keg. "You tricked me!"

In saying this, she hoped to in turn trick Flynn into giving a comeback so she would have a moment to catch up. She was denied even this, and quickly made the mistake of jamming a whole chicken into her mouth at once. She couldn't even close her mouth.

"Mmmmffff!" Flynn swallowed the chunk of chicken in her mouth and leapt up. Before her enemy had even noticed, Flynn's hand was ramming the back of her neck. A chicken with a pair of bite marks flew across the room.

"Obviously you wanted me distracted," she sighed, "Pretty dirty way to do it if you asked me."

However, laughter of victory was not expelled from up curved lips. Rather, they were aiming down, and it was a grunt. "Why did you have to do that? I could've swallowed it whole!"

"And you could've choked to death! She just saved your ass!"

"Silence! You bitch! You bitch! You bitch! YOU BITCH!"

"Yeah, maybe I should've just let you choked, I'll go get it back for you."

"No." She held her hand onto her superior's shoulder, her sarcasm apparently going unnoticed. "That in itself is not the source of my anger. You...just HAD to help me. Save my damn life. How can I sit myself down and try to smite you with food if I owe you my life!?"

"So, what, are you forfeiting after all this?"

"No. You won the second I let out my belch. Enjoy your victory, Abigail Flynn, the Gutclash tournament is in mere days. They will not be so forging." And with that, she stood herself up and left, her newly rounded belly bouncing as she did. It would have made the scene a little more dramatic if her departure did not end at the bus stop across the road.

"So...I win?"

"Looks like it."

"Huh...Doesn't feel quite as good as Quake or Gutsy. But then again, I ended up throwing them across the room."

"You sort of did that with her."

"Yeah, but not as a finishing move. Seemed kind of Anticlimactix really. Dissapointing, I guess."

"Sort of like Batman Arkham Asylum, right? Get all the way to the end, Joker goes Hulk on you, and he's almost easier than some of the henchmen."

"Pretty much."

"Well, my pupil, I think there is one aspect you have not taken into account that should hopefully diminish these thoughts of disappointment."

"What's that?"

"She didn't even get halfway through her side of the table." Flynn looked before her. Suddenly the contest had become a feast. It was time to bulk up! She completely forgot she was supposed to do something else that day...

"So, that's who I'll be facing in the Gutclash?" A portly woman studied the footage of Flynn knocking Quake to her defeat. "But she's so small!"

"To you, maybe, but you must remember you are a very large person. There are bound to be a few, if not many wrestlers of her approximate size in the tournament."

"So why is she so special?  What makes you so sure she'll make it to the finals?"

"Honestly I don't know. Perhaps its because she beat and experienced sumo in her first match, which she apparently entered in on accident, or maybe because I've heard she took down Gusty."

"Gutsy? You mean Boulder Belly's kid? I see. She is a promising contender."

"So, what do you think?"

"I think I'll crush her as soon as I can. No disrespect to her, but if she is even close to challenging me for the championship, I can't pull any punches."

"Even if she ends up in intensive treatment?"

"Even if it kills her. She's been in two fights by this point, she should know the risks."

To Be Continued.