(VERY LATE) May 2023 Prompt: Mega Sumo Weight Class

(SSBHM/Slob/Gas)

When Joshua tried to follow his friend Dylan’s footsteps to see where they had disappeared, he wasn’t sure what he was expecting. But when Joshua had found a business card in Dylan’s trashed apartment, he had hoped the lead would help with locating his friend, instead it just left him feeling more confused than anything. He was standing in front of what looked like an entrance to some club, a line formed outside of the nondescript building. It took some time before Joshua handed his ID to some bouncer. The larger man looked over the card as he asked Joshua questions.

“First time here?”

“Uh yeah… is it that obvious?” Joshua said, trying to be a bit more confident.

“How’d you find out about this place?” The bouncer asked, seeming to take a closer look at the shorter Joshua.

“Oh uh,” He knew these clubs would be exclusive, but he didn’t plan for this question. “My friend Dylan suggested I come here. So, you know,” Joshua said, shrugging a bit.

The bouncer nodded before handing over the card. “Alright, good to see the big guy is suggesting people for the place. Enjoy yourself,” The tall man said, opening the door and stepping aside to let Joshua through.

The slim man was confused as he found himself walking down a flight of stairs. With every step, Joshua reviewed what the bouncer said, specifically the part about Dylan being considered a big guy. The last time Joshua saw his friend not a week ago, Dylan couldn’t have been more than a hundred pounds soaking wet, not to mention short at only five foot four. Walking further down, oddly finding the stairway seemed to go on forever, Joshua could hear the cheers and almost swore the floor shook as he kept going down. Eventually, Joshua made it into what looked like a warehouse-sized room. He expected the place to be wall to wall with people dancing with a bar to the side and a stage with music playing. Though he did see a bar, he found the place looking more like a stadium with elevated stands rounding a lower section of a ring. For a moment, Joshua worried he stepped into some underground fight club, or worse an animal fighting ring, before he stumbled further as other people pushed him to get in.

Deciding to get at least a drink, Joshua walked over to the bar, seeing the men around him chat about some match that was gonna happen and something about wanting the front seats in the hope of getting blasted, whatever that meant. After some time, and grabbing a drink for himself, the lights began to flicker like at a play house seeming to signal the beginning of whatever was gonna happen. Joshua got himself a seat in one of the middle rows, watching the other men take their seats, some stopping by a booth that seems to be for bets before they sat down for the show. It wasn’t long before the lights dimmed down, the crowd cheering as a spotlight shined down on the centre ring, a slim man standing with a microphone. Looking down, Joshua realised just how big the place was, the apparent fighting ring looking more like what you’d see in Wimbledon.

“Are you gentlemen ready for tonight's fight?” The apparent announcer called out, voice echoing briefly before the crowd erupted in cheers.

Joshua looked out among the crowd, he could make out some banners being held up that didn’t make sense to him. One said ‘CRUSH ME BEAR!’ and another with ‘USE ME AS YOUR TOWEL’ scrawled across the banner. The confusion Joshua felt was only amplified as the announcer continued.

“Let’s welcome our contenders. They’ve been making a name through the ranks and finally face off. Please welcome the Mammoth Marshall and Dominant Destroyer Dylan!!!” The announcer’s voice echoed before he gestured to the double-sized doors that lead into the ring. The entire hall shook, gradually getting more powerful as if something heavy was being moved, seeming to encourage louder cheers from the audience. The double doors opened before a wave of hot, musky air seemed to flood out into the room. Joshua found himself coughing, eyes watering at the stench, but he was more shocked when he made out what was being squeezed through the double doors.

“Holy shit!” Josh gasped between coughs as an enormous fat man squeezed into the ring, his vast hairy body dripping with sweat as the lights shone off his glistening body. Before Joshua could understand what he was seeing, another equally massive man waddled out into the ring, the immense figure standing tall that the announcement barely came up to their thick knees and drooping bellies. The huge blob-like men seemed to make a show waddling around the ring, so tall they were at eye level with the lower stalls. One of the behemoths waddled to one of the men, pulling him close with his fat hand that practically eclipsed the man before heaving a deep belch, the thick gassy eruption pushing back the tiny men. Looking at the sight of the men, Joshua was shocked not just by their inhuman size, but also by how the crowd seemed to cheer at their slobbish behaviour, some of the close men trying to reach out to touch the blobby men's bodies.

Watching the huge blob-like men waddle into the ring properly, he could make out how they were clad in stretched jockstraps, the straps digging into their huge ass cheeks and bloated thighs. Their huge bellies dropped down with their impressive rears slapping together as they waddled on. Both huge men raised their arms to the crowds, showing off their multiple rolls and dense forests of armpit hair as the crowd cheered. Eventually, the two made their way to the marked sections of the ring, filling it out as the diminutive referee stood between them, easily small enough to fit in one of the huge ass cheeks of the titanic-sized men.

The huge men went through a form of ceremony as they prepared for battle, stomping their feet and casually letting out booming farts. Focusing on one of the gigantic men, only different from the other blob with how his fat was focused more on his huge ass and thighs, Joshua saw how despite the fat-filled face and bushy beard he seemed to recognise the features. Just as the fight began, the huge men rushed at one another, their bodies collided with a wet slap as they tried to push the other out of the ring. Joshua watched with the cheering crowd as the men fought, letting out deep belches and farts as the entire stadium started to smell more and more like an abandoned locker room. The elephantine men grabbed onto one another’s heavy fat rolls as they tried to knock the other out. After some time and heavy panting from both men, the oddly familiar man seemed to have gotten leverage before managing to push the other man out of the ring and onto the ground with an earthshaking quake. The crowd was ecstatic as the sweaty colossus raised his arms in pride before turning to give his opponent his back. Joshua could only hold on to his seat when the entire place shook as the massive colossus jumped and landed on the fallen whale of a man, smothering his face with his immense ass.

“What you say, folks, should Dominant Dylan be merciful? Or should he unleash the storm?”

“Wait… Dylan?!” Joshua said, voice buried by the roar of the crowd. The booming fart that erupted from the immense wrestler shook the hall as a shocked Joshua realised that the colossal man was his skinny friend. Whilst the crowds began to disperse as the fight ended, the huge Dylan helping his fart victim back up, his belly seeming more distended from the gassy assault as they waddled off, pausing to flex for the crowd. Joshua watched the immense behemoths grab some of the men from the crowd, holding them against their mattress-sized bellies as they waddled off to what was apparently the locker room.

As the announcer spoke about the next match and the bets, Joshua got up from his seat before looking for a way to meet the wrestlers. He needed to know how his tiny friend was now a massive behemoth… and why he found himself oddly aroused by that sight.