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Chapter 6

“Why didn’t you sit on that guy?”

“He made it pretty much told me he would have liked it if I did. Smushing him would have just encouraged him.”

“Do you wear red because it’s your favorite color?”

“I don’t really have one favorite color. I like all shades of red. Burgundy and Pink included. Now, I wear red because….well….it’s what I was given the first time I wrestled and I never really thought about changing it.”

“How tall are you, and is it annoying to have to duck under doors made for much shorter people?”

“Last time I checked I was around 6’11. Being that tall in shorter world I guess could annoy some people, but it just makes me feel bigger when I step in a room, which I guess is a bonus for someone like me living on Earth.”

“Do you have to special order clothing on Earth?”

“Well on Earth sumo wrestlers aren’t that common unless traveling, but I can say my sister special orders her clothes. I’m a bit of a different story. You see, ordering clothes in our size gets expensive, so I let her have most the money we set aside for clothes, and buy things in smaller sizes for myself. I bet most of my fellow Earthers despise me for it, but that’s their problem, not mine.”

“You already said you wear small clothing, but has having to wear even less during competition ever bothered you?”

“Well when I head to the beach I wear what amounts to a string top, and a thong that’s so small that I’m often mistaken for being nude. So no, I’ve never had any issue showing extra skin.”

“How do people treat you one Earth?”

I let out a deep sigh before answering in a sickeningly sweet voice, “Ever since I was a kid, I’ve was a gentle soul, and I always treated people with the kindness they gave to me. So when most people on Earth want to call something like lard butt, they can expect the beautiful sight of my round booty in their face. If they call me hippo hips, I swing said hips in their direction. If they touch me without my permission, I’ll accidently fall on them. Now if they’re really lucky, I would have enough ammo stored up so they can enjoy the sweet scent.”

Like when that weirdo was thrown out, everyone laughed at my comments, but their laughter was instantly silenced when I let a toot out.

What followed was a brief silence. Some of the people started holding their noses, some people seemed to be waiting for something louder to come out, and others were looking around not clear as to why the noise made so many people shut up.

After this period one of the confused in the crowd spoke up again and things went on, “What’s your favorite food?”

“I’ll pretty much eat any meat, but if I had to choose one dish, it’d probably be pork mixed in with fettuccine alfredo. Me and my sister have different tastes, but we both love Italian food.”
As if on cue, one of the female workers came out with a big bowl of assorted pastas. My eyes lit up and I clasped my hand together, which was met with giggling from the people watching.

I had already started shoveling the food in my mouth and with my mouth full I slapped my expanding gut and blurted,

“Hey, I’m near five hundred pounds, and I’ve got a stomach to fill. Of course I’m going to get excited when I see something I like.”

No one laughed when I said this, but everyone kept on smiling.

It wasn’t awkward, but still wanting to break the silence I said, “Hey don't let my eating stop the questions from flowing guys; by all means ask away!”

“Are there things you like and don’t like about being fat?”
“Well the only thing my weight brought me that I didn’t like at first was my appetite.”

Hearing what I said, everyone stared at me looking dumbfounded.

“Please understand, Earth doesn’t like people of my size, and having to order the amount of food me and my sister needed to fill ourselves, normally sucked up all of the money we had for random things we wanted to do in our free time. The problem went away when all of the Food Bars were put in by the Government to promote tourism. They made sure to make them look dumpy on the outside, but whatever. Now for the positives, I’ve already said how kind I can be, but what I think I like the most other than that is how it feels when I give people hugs. I don’t know why, but the bigger my belly gets, the more affectionate the hugs feel.”

“Does your gut provide any protection?”

Putting my food down and grabbing my gut with both hands I said, “Well in sumo bout I think I would have a lot more broken ribs if it didn’t, but when someone who doesn’t know what they’re doing hits me there it feel like I’m being hit by a five year old. If they don’t run away when I yawn, how much weight I put on them depends on how much they at least tried to hurt me.”

“Have you ever hurt someone after sitting on them?”

“I never put absolute full weight on someone who isn’t another wrestler, so unless you count chairs as people no.”

“Are you into any other sports?”

“Despite my size, I’m actually really good at most sports. Football for me is just boring quite frankly, when playing soccer if I’m in the field, most people who try to take the ball from me bounce off if they come at me too quickly, and if I’m at the goal, no one’s getting past my lard. It’s even worse for my opponents in hockey, since the goals even smaller. Now there is one thing I do for every sport I play if I want to guarantee victory. All the way from Baseball to basketball, if you have no balance, you going nowhere. Unfortunately, staying on both your feet can be hard when a girl possibly three times you size is stomps, or even worse, drops her butt on the ground.”

To demonstrate I lifted and dropped my foot to the floor. I could only lift it so high while sitting and eating, but when all the plates in the building move, I think any more would have caused some problems.

With the earthshaking event over (it’s corny I know) I said,

“Next question please.”

“Where did you get those hair forks they look expensive, and I’ve never seen them anywhere else? Also did you boyfriend give them to you?”

I paused for a second, and I could tell the person who asked regretted mentioning him after seeing my face. Despite this I went ahead and answered the question without being to explicit.

“Now don’t go spreading this around because I’m not going to say more than this. No my ex did not give me these, they, just like my mawashi were given to me the first time I wrestled. I think the person who gave it to me had them custom made, but I’m not sure.”

Thing were quiet for a while and someone finally broke the silence by asking “Do you have a preference in men?”

I couldn’t help but laugh when he asked. “In appearance I have no preference. My ex had a scar over one of his eyes and spiked his unnaturally brown hair in an odd fashion, so I think that explains itself. Now in personality as long as I can
talk to him and enjoy his company I honestly don’t really care how he presents himself, as long as he’s not a jerk.”

When my laughter ended, the tension in the room was gone again, and thing moved on like normal again.

"Are you worried about facing Cho in the first round?"

“The girl’s barely above five feet tall, and barely at my belly button. She’ll be lucky if I don’t eat her.”

I waited for shock at my cocky statement, but I think everyone saw it coming and just waited for me to continue talking.

I sighed and said,” Oh well, I tried. Honestly I’ve already become good friends with Cho in the short time I’ve known her. I admit I’d never heard of her while I was on Earth, but I guess that could have something to do with Earth censorship of anything sumo related, but still you think I would have heard of her from somewhere. All the same I would like to keep my bout with her a surprise. It makes things more interesting.”

“You’ve sister mentioned you sister a couple of times, and I’ve been wondering. She made it to the finals her second tournament, so why hasn’t she entered more tournaments?”

“I think it should be my sister’s job to answer this question, but I will say that as of right now she does not want to enter any tournaments. I’m sure it will change, but other than that, I can’t say.”

I looked a holo-clock located behind the counter and saw that I’d been here for a good three hours, and it was almost four.
Deciding it was about time I go I said one last thing,” Well everyone thanks for the food and I enjoyed answering you questions. I hope to see you all tomorrow for the battle.”
I stood up, but I didn’t get far before someone asked, “Could we get some picture before you go.”

When he said this everyone pulled out either disposable or digital cameras. I guess I really shouldn’t be surprised. After all they all came to see the tournament, so why wouldn’t you bring a camera with you?

Without hesitation I accepted. Some of the pictures they asked for were pretty standard. A mother asked me to hold her kids on my shoulders; another just wanted me to stand next to her, and the manager asked me to take a picture with him to prove I’d been there. Others however were more interesting. One guy asked me pretend I was going to sit on him while he cowered in fear, another asked me to take a picture where it looked like I was taking his cake away. The one I found the weirdest was one where this couple asked me to turn around and stick my butt out. At first I thought it was going to just be a smile picture of it, but when I actually the saw the pic, the girl was holding her nose, and the guy was pretending he was about to throw up. Sometimes I wonder why I agree to pictures like that, but I guess I do because I know I’d regret not just having the fun while I could later.

I had called the cab right before I started taking pics, and it arrived just as I took the final one. I said my goodbyes and rode back to the hotel. It was about five four forty five when I got back, and I didn’t have anything more to do that day, so I decided to spend the rest of it hanging out with Cho some more.

The moment she opened the door to her room she welcomed me in. The light in the room was kept low, but there were candles spread everywhere; none of them exactly the same in color or size.

“Sorry if it seems a bit freaky in here.” Cho said blushing slightly. “I just like the atmosphere the candles create. It calms my mind, and helps me sleep.”

I looked at the holo clock nearby, and couldn’t help but ask,
“It’s not even 6 yet, surely you weren’t planning on sleeping anytime soon.”

“Well, I’ve been meditating a lot too...”

Hearing her say that left me confused. She almost seemed ashamed to admit she was meditating. “Is something wrong?”

She took a moment before responding and eventually said,”It’s just that while I was meditating there was a voice I heard.”

I tilted my head, and raised my right eyebrow, but kept listening.

Cho continued, “My meditations have made me question whether or not we will be able to continue being friends….”
I naturally was taken aback by what she said, and was ready to console her. I mean it’s not like she mugged someone, or our families were in a bitter rivalry, so whatever she could have said couldn’t have been that serious.

Before I could say anything she intercepted my words, and finally told me what it was. “I know sometimes people can become envious of others, that goes without saying.” At this point she was actually starting to scare me, but still, I let her finish. “So after I show you my iron gut I hope your competitive side won’t get the better of you.”

It was at that moment she pulled out a camcorder, and plugged it into the television I’d completely ignored to this point. From that point on, Cho showed me the various eating competitions she had been involved in. Like I said before nothing like this would be authorized to air on television on Earth, so this was new to me. The highlight of it all was when
Cho was challenged to a pie eating contest by a blonde girl from the Texas system that looked like the embodiment of the

“Everything is bigger in Texas” stereotype. Cho has her beat, but she wouldn’t accept being beaten by someone probably a third as wide as her, and ended up passing out before she even caught up with Cho. Frankly I was amazed. Cho managed to eat more than what both of us at on the ride here, and it left me feeling downsized. (Which is saying something given the size difference between us.) When it ended I turned to Cho who was now in yellow pajamas, and saw she was fast asleep. It was about 1:00 AM by this point and I was feeling tired too.

I blew out all the candles (and I counted, there were 23), and decided to head back to my room. I felt too tired to shower, so I just figured I’d make sure to take a quick one before I left tomorrow for the arena.

It was about that time I realized I hadn’t actually packed any clothing to sleep in. Now as weird as this may sound I do not feel comfortable sleeping in the nude. I feel…exposed I guess is a good way of putting it. I told my sister this a couple months back, and she laughed at me. I guess I can’t blame her. I mean she knows how much I expose myself in public just to get a rise out of people. I wish I could explain my discomfort, but I can’t. Also if you’re wondering, no, I couldn’t just wear my mawashi or street clothes. I’d already worn them for full days, and they needed to be laid outside of my room so they could be picked up and washed by one of the robots before my departure.

“Even if it’s a minuscule amount of clothes it still makes me a hundred times more comfortable.” is what I thought in my head at that exact moment. Thinking about tiny things made my eyes drift back toward Cho, who clearly was still sound asleep. I quietly made my way to her closet, and opened up her bag. Inside I found an extra pair of pajamas just like I hoped I would. I went ahead and tried them on before leaving and they fit just like I thought they would: not at all. Still it was better than nothing, and I took it. I felt a little guilty taking her pjs without her permission, so I opened up the drawer below the bedside lamp, and grabbed some paper.
With a once of the pencils in the holder just next to the lamp, I wrote her a note. “Took the extra pair of pajamas you packed for whatever reason. Sorry about that, but I don’t have any of my own. Look on the bright side though. If they’re not ripped, or absorbed into body by tomorrow, you can have them back. (Yes I actually put a smiley on the paper)

You’d think a competitor would try to avoid getting to friendly with their opponent this close to the match, so it wouldn’t affect our performance, but at the time the fact that we would be opponents the next day was in the back of my mind.

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Chapter 6 of the prequel story to [link] written by

Chapter 6

“Why didn’t you sit on that guy?”

“He made it pretty much told me he would have liked it if I did. Smushing him would have just encouraged him.”

“Do you wear red because it’s your favorite color?”

“I don’t really have one favorite color. I like all shades of red. Burgundy and Pink included. Now, I wear red because….well….it’s what I was given the first time I wrestled and I never really thought about changing it.”

“How tall are you, and is it annoying to have to duck under doors made for much shorter people?”

“Last time I checked I was around 6’11. Being that tall in shorter world I guess could annoy some people, but it just makes me feel bigger when I step in a room, which I guess is a bonus for someone like me living on Earth.”

“Do you have to special order clothing on Earth?”

“Well on Earth sumo wrestlers aren’t that common unless traveling, but I can say my sister special orders her clothes. I’m a bit of a different story. You see, ordering clothes in our size gets expensive, so I let her have most the money we set aside for clothes, and buy things in smaller sizes for myself. I bet most of my fellow Earthers despise me for it, but that’s their problem, not mine.”

“You already said you wear small clothing, but has having to wear even less during competition ever bothered you?”

“Well when I head to the beach I wear what amounts to a string top, and a thong that’s so small that I’m often mistaken for being nude. So no, I’ve never had any issue showing extra skin.”

“How do people treat you one Earth?”

I let out a deep sigh before answering in a sickeningly sweet voice, “Ever since I was a kid, I’ve was a gentle soul, and I always treated people with the kindness they gave to me. So when most people on Earth want to call something like lard butt, they can expect the beautiful sight of my round booty in their face. If they call me hippo hips, I swing said hips in their direction. If they touch me without my permission, I’ll accidently fall on them. Now if they’re really lucky, I would have enough ammo stored up so they can enjoy the sweet scent.”

Like when that weirdo was thrown out, everyone laughed at my comments, but their laughter was instantly silenced when I let a toot out.

What followed was a brief silence. Some of the people started holding their noses, some people seemed to be waiting for something louder to come out, and others were looking around not clear as to why the noise made so many people shut up.

After this period one of the confused in the crowd spoke up again and things went on, “What’s your favorite food?”

“I’ll pretty much eat any meat, but if I had to choose one dish, it’d probably be pork mixed in with fettuccine alfredo. Me and my sister have different tastes, but we both love Italian food.”
As if on cue, one of the female workers came out with a big bowl of assorted pastas. My eyes lit up and I clasped my hand together, which was met with giggling from the people watching.

I had already started shoveling the food in my mouth and with my mouth full I slapped my expanding gut and blurted,

“Hey, I’m near five hundred pounds, and I’ve got a stomach to fill. Of course I’m going to get excited when I see something I like.”

No one laughed when I said this, but everyone kept on smiling.

It wasn’t awkward, but still wanting to break the silence I said, “Hey don't let my eating stop the questions from flowing guys; by all means ask away!”

“Are there things you like and don’t like about being fat?”
“Well the only thing my weight brought me that I didn’t like at first was my appetite.”

Hearing what I said, everyone stared at me looking dumbfounded.

“Please understand, Earth doesn’t like people of my size, and having to order the amount of food me and my sister needed to fill ourselves, normally sucked up all of the money we had for random things we wanted to do in our free time. The problem went away when all of the Food Bars were put in by the Government to promote tourism. They made sure to make them look dumpy on the outside, but whatever. Now for the positives, I’ve already said how kind I can be, but what I think I like the most other than that is how it feels when I give people hugs. I don’t know why, but the bigger my belly gets, the more affectionate the hugs feel.”

“Does your gut provide any protection?”

Putting my food down and grabbing my gut with both hands I said, “Well in sumo bout I think I would have a lot more broken ribs if it didn’t, but when someone who doesn’t know what they’re doing hits me there it feel like I’m being hit by a five year old. If they don’t run away when I yawn, how much weight I put on them depends on how much they at least tried to hurt me.”

“Have you ever hurt someone after sitting on them?”

“I never put absolute full weight on someone who isn’t another wrestler, so unless you count chairs as people no.”

“Are you into any other sports?”

“Despite my size, I’m actually really good at most sports. Football for me is just boring quite frankly, when playing soccer if I’m in the field, most people who try to take the ball from me bounce off if they come at me too quickly, and if I’m at the goal, no one’s getting past my lard. It’s even worse for my opponents in hockey, since the goals even smaller. Now there is one thing I do for every sport I play if I want to guarantee victory. All the way from Baseball to basketball, if you have no balance, you going nowhere. Unfortunately, staying on both your feet can be hard when a girl possibly three times you size is stomps, or even worse, drops her butt on the ground.”

To demonstrate I lifted and dropped my foot to the floor. I could only lift it so high while sitting and eating, but when all the plates in the building move, I think any more would have caused some problems.

With the earthshaking event over (it’s corny I know) I said,

“Next question please.”

“Where did you get those hair forks they look expensive, and I’ve never seen them anywhere else? Also did you boyfriend give them to you?”

I paused for a second, and I could tell the person who asked regretted mentioning him after seeing my face. Despite this I went ahead and answered the question without being to explicit.

“Now don’t go spreading this around because I’m not going to say more than this. No my ex did not give me these, they, just like my mawashi were given to me the first time I wrestled. I think the person who gave it to me had them custom made, but I’m not sure.”

Thing were quiet for a while and someone finally broke the silence by asking “Do you have a preference in men?”

I couldn’t help but laugh when he asked. “In appearance I have no preference. My ex had a scar over one of his eyes and spiked his unnaturally brown hair in an odd fashion, so I think that explains itself. Now in personality as long as I can
talk to him and enjoy his company I honestly don’t really care how he presents himself, as long as he’s not a jerk.”

When my laughter ended, the tension in the room was gone again, and thing moved on like normal again.

"Are you worried about facing Cho in the first round?"

“The girl’s barely above five feet tall, and barely at my belly button. She’ll be lucky if I don’t eat her.”

I waited for shock at my cocky statement, but I think everyone saw it coming and just waited for me to continue talking.

I sighed and said,” Oh well, I tried. Honestly I’ve already become good friends with Cho in the short time I’ve known her. I admit I’d never heard of her while I was on Earth, but I guess that could have something to do with Earth censorship of anything sumo related, but still you think I would have heard of her from somewhere. All the same I would like to keep my bout with her a surprise. It makes things more interesting.”

“You’ve sister mentioned you sister a couple of times, and I’ve been wondering. She made it to the finals her second tournament, so why hasn’t she entered more tournaments?”

“I think it should be my sister’s job to answer this question, but I will say that as of right now she does not want to enter any tournaments. I’m sure it will change, but other than that, I can’t say.”

I looked a holo-clock located behind the counter and saw that I’d been here for a good three hours, and it was almost four.
Deciding it was about time I go I said one last thing,” Well everyone thanks for the food and I enjoyed answering you questions. I hope to see you all tomorrow for the battle.”
I stood up, but I didn’t get far before someone asked, “Could we get some picture before you go.”

When he said this everyone pulled out either disposable or digital cameras. I guess I really shouldn’t be surprised. After all they all came to see the tournament, so why wouldn’t you bring a camera with you?

Without hesitation I accepted. Some of the pictures they asked for were pretty standard. A mother asked me to hold her kids on my shoulders; another just wanted me to stand next to her, and the manager asked me to take a picture with him to prove I’d been there. Others however were more interesting. One guy asked me pretend I was going to sit on him while he cowered in fear, another asked me to take a picture where it looked like I was taking his cake away. The one I found the weirdest was one where this couple asked me to turn around and stick my butt out. At first I thought it was going to just be a smile picture of it, but when I actually the saw the pic, the girl was holding her nose, and the guy was pretending he was about to throw up. Sometimes I wonder why I agree to pictures like that, but I guess I do because I know I’d regret not just having the fun while I could later.

I had called the cab right before I started taking pics, and it arrived just as I took the final one. I said my goodbyes and rode back to the hotel. It was about five four forty five when I got back, and I didn’t have anything more to do that day, so I decided to spend the rest of it hanging out with Cho some more.

The moment she opened the door to her room she welcomed me in. The light in the room was kept low, but there were candles spread everywhere; none of them exactly the same in color or size.

“Sorry if it seems a bit freaky in here.” Cho said blushing slightly. “I just like the atmosphere the candles create. It calms my mind, and helps me sleep.”

I looked at the holo clock nearby, and couldn’t help but ask,
“It’s not even 6 yet, surely you weren’t planning on sleeping anytime soon.”

“Well, I’ve been meditating a lot too...”

Hearing her say that left me confused. She almost seemed ashamed to admit she was meditating. “Is something wrong?”

She took a moment before responding and eventually said,”It’s just that while I was meditating there was a voice I heard.”

I tilted my head, and raised my right eyebrow, but kept listening.

Cho continued, “My meditations have made me question whether or not we will be able to continue being friends….”
I naturally was taken aback by what she said, and was ready to console her. I mean it’s not like she mugged someone, or our families were in a bitter rivalry, so whatever she could have said couldn’t have been that serious.

Before I could say anything she intercepted my words, and finally told me what it was. “I know sometimes people can become envious of others, that goes without saying.” At this point she was actually starting to scare me, but still, I let her finish. “So after I show you my iron gut I hope your competitive side won’t get the better of you.”

It was at that moment she pulled out a camcorder, and plugged it into the television I’d completely ignored to this point. From that point on, Cho showed me the various eating competitions she had been involved in. Like I said before nothing like this would be authorized to air on television on Earth, so this was new to me. The highlight of it all was when
Cho was challenged to a pie eating contest by a blonde girl from the Texas system that looked like the embodiment of the

“Everything is bigger in Texas” stereotype. Cho has her beat, but she wouldn’t accept being beaten by someone probably a third as wide as her, and ended up passing out before she even caught up with Cho. Frankly I was amazed. Cho managed to eat more than what both of us at on the ride here, and it left me feeling downsized. (Which is saying something given the size difference between us.) When it ended I turned to Cho who was now in yellow pajamas, and saw she was fast asleep. It was about 1:00 AM by this point and I was feeling tired too.

I blew out all the candles (and I counted, there were 23), and decided to head back to my room. I felt too tired to shower, so I just figured I’d make sure to take a quick one before I left tomorrow for the arena.

It was about that time I realized I hadn’t actually packed any clothing to sleep in. Now as weird as this may sound I do not feel comfortable sleeping in the nude. I feel…exposed I guess is a good way of putting it. I told my sister this a couple months back, and she laughed at me. I guess I can’t blame her. I mean she knows how much I expose myself in public just to get a rise out of people. I wish I could explain my discomfort, but I can’t. Also if you’re wondering, no, I couldn’t just wear my mawashi or street clothes. I’d already worn them for full days, and they needed to be laid outside of my room so they could be picked up and washed by one of the robots before my departure.

“Even if it’s a minuscule amount of clothes it still makes me a hundred times more comfortable.” is what I thought in my head at that exact moment. Thinking about tiny things made my eyes drift back toward Cho, who clearly was still sound asleep. I quietly made my way to her closet, and opened up her bag. Inside I found an extra pair of pajamas just like I hoped I would. I went ahead and tried them on before leaving and they fit just like I thought they would: not at all. Still it was better than nothing, and I took it. I felt a little guilty taking her pjs without her permission, so I opened up the drawer below the bedside lamp, and grabbed some paper.
With a once of the pencils in the holder just next to the lamp, I wrote her a note. “Took the extra pair of pajamas you packed for whatever reason. Sorry about that, but I don’t have any of my own. Look on the bright side though. If they’re not ripped, or absorbed into body by tomorrow, you can have them back. (Yes I actually put a smiley on the paper)

You’d think a competitor would try to avoid getting to friendly with their opponent this close to the match, so it wouldn’t affect our performance, but at the time the fact that we would be opponents the next day was in the back of my mind.