Meal 8


	"A sumo battle?" replied Logan in surprise.  "Nobody mentioned anything about that."

	"Just a fun activity I thought you'd all like to be a part of now that you're all pleasantly plump enough for it," explained Obamon as she helped them slip on their mawashis.

	"Fighting someone in a ring by slapping and groping at every fat fold, moob, and chin we can grab at," commented Dillon wiping some drool from his muzzle.  "What's not to like about that?  I'm in!"

	"Make that two of us," agreed Logan.

	"You can count me in as well," added Snow.  "But is it just between the three of us?"

	"Of course not dearies," she told them.  "I have a few more guests who should be arriving shortly and they will be the other team.  I think they will prove a considerable challenge for you three."

	"When will they get here?" asked Logan as he tried to fix a wedgie his mawashi with giving his gluteus maximus."

	Before Obamon could answer, they heard a knock on the door.  "Sounds like they are here now," she answered going to the door.  She soon returned with three huge guests that were not only big in size, but fat enough to give them a run for their money.

	The first of them was a large friendly-looking wolf named Hector.  His fur was gray with a lighter shade on his massive belly and at the end of his arms and legs.  His hair was a brownish orange hue that went down his neck and covered most of his forehead.  His ears were pointed up with a friendly appeal and for some reason his rump had an excitedly huggable attraction to it.

	Then there was Zane a seemingly normal-looking lucario if one overlooked the half a ton of fat he draped on his frame.  His normal serious look was now buried under a drunkenly joyous playfulness and a bloated-looking face.  It was amazing to see his stand with so much weight, especially with his normally thick thighs were spreading his legs so far apart it almost looked like he was doing the splits.

	The last member appeared to be a wolf, but upon closer inspection it was clear he was a werewolf from the cursed aura he gave up.  His name was Silvermane and despite the normal negativity of his existence he seemed as gentle as a puppy and like a big stuffed animal you'd just love to snuggle into.  He was the only one of the three who wore clothes and it was only barely as most of his bare body was visible and the clothes were already tearing at the seams.  If he made any sudden moments they were burst in an instant.

	"I'm guessing you all enjoyed the care packages I sent you prior to getting here," she told them and rubbed their happy-looking guts.  They grinned happily loving a good belly rub after coming all this way.

	"It was an incredibly nice thing of you to do for us," said Hector giving her a hug.  "I wasn't expecting it, but it looks like it packed the pounds on us pretty hard."

	"That's an understatement," chuckled Zane.  "It made us downright fat.  I mean, I don't know about you guys, but I was getting pretty heavy on my own, but those granny cookies turned made me go from chubby to downright obese.  I think I skipped a few milestones in the process, but I haven't felt so big and soft ever."

	"I'm glad you like it," stated Obamon with a big grin on her old face and a twinkle in her small eyes blue eyes.

	"Like it?" replied Silvermane with a bit of surprise in his voice.  He then smiled big and hugged them all against his chest.  "We downright love it.  Oh, thank you so much."  Snow, Logan and Chubby laughed at the sight before them.  It was quite a sight seeing Obamon being smooshed against someone else's belly for a change and she looked entirely content with the warm furry hug.  The touching moment might have gone on forever, or at least a while longer, but a loud, interrupting rip put it all to an end instantly.

	"I think you have a little problem with your pants," commented Hector staring at rip that went straight down Silverman's butt crack.  It was almost impossible to keep from laughing at this point.

	"Well there goes another pair of pants," he chuckled feeling no embarrassment about it at this point.  "Maybe I should just give up on wearing clothes."

	"Fret not," said Obamon cheerfully.  "I have plenty of clothes that will fit you just nicely and if needed, I can make something that will.  But for now, how about we get you all into your mawashis so that I can explain the rules to our little sumo game and let the fun begin."

	"Sounds good to me," said Dillon excitedly.  "This is going to be the most fun any of us has probably had in a long time."


	Sharkfang and Tagmer made their way to the next town from the ruined remains of the Tower of Tacos.  After Tagmer had recovered some strength from his transformation into Remgat he was able to show his full excitement for defeating the first Kill and felt he could take down the rest on his own.  Sharkfang on the other hand seemed a bit down in the dumps.  He was in a stupor after feeling useless after proving completely ineffective in the fight and felt if that fight was too much for him then what was he going to be able to do in the battles to come.

	He followed Tagmer into a tavern, though for the first time he could remember he didn't have much of an appetite.  His partner, on the other hand had enough of an appetite for the both of them ready to celebrate the defeat of the first Kill.  He didn't even need to look at the menu and ordered two of everything.

	"Are you sure you sure should be eating all that?" asked Sharkfang looking at Tagmer who had gained quite considerably in the Tower of Tacos.  "You might have been able to unleash a lot of power in that last fight, but you really packed on the pounds there too. You're a lot bigger than I am now and I don't know how much more you can gain before you're immobile."

	"Don't worry about it," stated Tag.  "I'm built tough.  A few more inches won't amount to much of a burden for me.  If things stay at this pace I'll be mobile with a few pounds to spare.  Just enough mobility to get back home and eat my heart out there."

	"You make it sound so easy, but things are going to get a lot more difficult the closer we get to the end," commented Sharkfang.  "If we don't know which Kill is going to attack us next or when, we're just sitting ducks."

	"Well then we just have to make the first move," explained Tag as the soups of his meal arrived.  "If we strike fast we'll take them by surprise and they won't know what hit them."  He closed the subject as he began on his soup, but he didn't even get a second taste as his spoon slipped from his hand and clattered on the floor.  Sharkfang jumped in surprise looking down at the spoon, but Tag's heavy panting made Sharkfang turn back to him.  Something was terribly wrong with Tag as his muscles and joints become stiff so he couldn't move them.  It started with his hands and feed and quickly spread inward and to his head as his skin turned rough and gray.  As Sharkfang watched in horror as his friend and ally was going from a dragon into a statue before his eyes.  The last thing the petrified dragon was able to do was reach out his hand to Sharkfang with a pleading look on his face to beg for help.

	When the shock of what had befallen Tag passed, it wasn't hard for Sharkfang to conclude the food was the source of his petrified state.  He ran to the kitchen, but as he reached the doors he was knocked back by an odor so terrible it was like running nose first into a brick wall of smell so bad it made his whole ace ache.  Crashing to the floor he fumbled about for a bit before he rolled as far away from the kitchen as he could before till he could recover.  Sharkfang had his suspicious as to the source of it and they were confirmed when he looked at the entrance to the kitchen and the person coming out of it.

	"I thought I smelled a rat," stated Sharkfang.  "And I was right, but this one turned out to be a skunk."

	"Did you just come up with that right now or save it till it was my turn," asked Skunk.  "Either way you're the real stinker here."

	"Then what do you call this?" asked Sharkfang.  "You are here and Tag's been petrified from some stone soup.  That can't be a coincidence."

	"Who ever said it was?" he replied.

	"You coward!" he shouted readying his bow.  "You saw what happened to your rat incarnation so you decided to take a cheap shot at us like this."  Not waiting for a response, he fired to arrow straight at Kill's heart.  As it reached his stink zone, the arrow splintered and decayed before their eyes.  Nothing was left afterward making Sharkfang with his mouth agape and Kill grinning.

	"Don't read my actions like that," he explained.  "I saw how much my rat incarnation broke your spirit and made you feel useless.  I thought I'd give you a chance to redeem yourself and what better way than to have you rescue Tagmer.  After all, you wouldn't feel it was your true strength if you had any help."  Kill snickered seeing the uncertainty in Sharkfang's eyes.  "This, of course, doesn't guarantee you will defeat me.  In fact, I'd say it was downright impossible.  But then again, you don't have much of a choice if you want to get out of here and save your friend."

	"If that's the way you want it then I'll gladly fight you," answered Sharkfang as he reloaded his bow.  He knew it was probably as futile as before.

	"No," interrupted Kill.  "Not here, not now.  It won't be any fun now, but if you should come to the Chateau of Cheese we can have our battle.  And just in case you are thinking of chickening out I'll take Tagmer as insurance."

	With all his might, Sharkfang tried to stop him, but his odor was so bad it was debilitating.  Even if he covered his nose it didn't do any good.  The smell was toxic to the touch and quickly brought Sharkfang to his knees.  All he could do was watch as Kill grabbed the petrified Tag and warped away with him, taking his rankness with him.  Sharkfang collapsed to the ground, still woozy from the effects of the smell and at how helpless he felt from that whole ordeal.


	"Is everyone ready?" asked Obamon as she waited for them in the Sumo Room of her home.  It was the same room she had a magic fight with Killajor, but now it was set up for their sumo battle.

	"Coming in," answered Hector as he led his team from their changing rooms all dressed in their mawashis.  Zane and Silvermane followed close behind while Snow, Logan, and Dillon came out through another door.  There was hardly anything left to the imagination with how fat their rear ends were as they waddled in.  Obamon simply smiled seeing her junior sumos gather around the ring.

	"We're ready to go," said Snow.  "How are we going to decide who is going first?"

	"I've already got that covered," explained Obamon as she held out a bunch of white sticks.  "Everyone grab a lollipop."

	Without any hesitation they all did.  Obamon was lucky to get out of that and not lose a finger.  They immediately sucked their candy treats without even asking how these told their orders.  "Now let me see your tongues."  They all looked confused, but obeyed and to their surprise, the candy left a number between one and three on their tongues and they figured it was to determine their turn order and who their opponent was.  Obamon wrote all the information down on a chalkboard and ordered everyone not a "1" to take a seat so the first round could begin.

	"Looks like it is going to be Snow vs. Silvermane in the first round," announced Obamon.  "I'll explain the rules for the battle now so everyone listen closely.  Both fighters will stand the lines on opposite sides of the ring.  Before the match begins they will perform the pose to wish the other a good match."  She then proceeded to demonstrate the gesture.  First she held up her hand showing the palm of her hand.  Then she gave her belly a mighty slap that made it giggle.  If it had been under any other circumstances it would have been funny, but in this case it was funny and epic at the same time.  "After that I will signal for the match to begin by waving these red and white flags.  Then you'll begin to sumo.  You are only allowed to grab and slap at your opponent's body with your arms.  No unnecessary roughness will be allowed.  You are out if any part of your body goes out of the ring or if anything other than your feet touches the ground.  Rounds will have no time limit so they go on until a winner is declared.  Also, there will be a prize for the winners.  As for the losers, well you'll have a surprise of your own."

	Snow and Silvermane nodded acknowledging they understood the rules and took their proper positions.  They held their palms out and slapped their guts to declare a good match to the other making their bellies ripple and shake.  Then Obamon took the red and white flags and swung them down.  At once, the two sumo combatants flew at one another with incredible speed for their size.  They locked arms and the battle began.  They tried pushing one another over, but despite their strength they had little luck in pushing one other over.  They were simply too obese to do anything but throw their weight around.  They then stared one another down trying to break their focus, but suddenly they became mesmerized by each other's fat bodies.  They were so jiggly and bounced with each movement they made.  The folds and curves, moobs, and love handles were so perfectly proportioned and inviting for them to grope.  Their bellies hung over their pants giving them a muffin top appearance and were a definite milestone in their fat development.  They just stared and stared.

	"Are they alright?" asked Zane after they didn't move for several minutes.

	"Did somebody call a time out?" asked Logan.

	"No," answered Dillon in a rather serious tone.  "This is just the calm before the storm.  They are fixated on the obesity of one another.  If you thought this fight was epic so far, well the real fight is about to begin."

	"This should be some show then," commented Hector.

	Their trances ended suddenly and a grope battle suddenly began as they squeezed, prodded and poked all over their opponent's obese body loving the feeling of how soft and wonderful they felt.  Their eyes were full of a strange loving happiness as their bodies were forced together in a hug.  The sumo battle was over at least for them as they were only concerned with the fun of jiggling each other's bellies.  It was hardly a loss for the audience as they seemed to enjoy this just as much as a real fight.  It might have gone on forever, but as Snow pressed his face into Silvermane's belly between his moobs he shifted his center of gravity in the process and then next thing they realized Silvermane fell forward unintentionally body slamming Snow to the ground with earthshaking results that were quite loud and lasted several seconds.  Their audience just watched in shock wondering if Snow was alright or not.  When Silvermane regained his senses after the shock from the fall he rolled over revealing an unmoving Snow.  Fortunately, he didn't seem injured and by the dopey grin on his face he appeared to have just had a glimpse of heaven from that fall.

	"And the winner is Silvermane," Obamon announced and waved the red flag.  "Take a seat on the bench.  As for Snow," she waved he hand and in a poof of pink smoke he vanished from where he laid.  Then another poof of smoke appeared on her hand.  It was a clear bottle and inside it was a miniaturized Snow.  "I think you'll be safe in there for the time being."  She then stuffed the bottle between her breasts to keep it safe until later.

	"What's going on?" asked Hector in surprise.  "What did you do to Snow?"

	"I'm just making sure he doesn't go anywhere for his surprise later," she explained.

	"But why would he want to run?" asked Logan.  "Isn't it a good surprise?"

	"I never said if it was a good surprise or a bad one," she explained.  "So until I reveal it to the losers, I'll just keep them in bottles if that is alright with you.  Now for the next battle would Logan and Hector please come up?"

	Feeling a bit nervous about the stakes of losing they took their positions.  They figured leaving was the same as forfeiting and only by winning could they be saved.  Zane and Dillon didn't seem scared or even intimidated by what Obamon just said.  They weren't sure if it was because they believed it was going to be a good surprise or if they'd like it either way.  Whatever the case, they had no choice but to fight.  They held out their hands then slapped their guts.  Then they waited for Obamon to start the match.