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[Comm] Suki's Sumo Aspiration (Part 1)
🕑 Added 2022-12-13 20:57:40 +0000 UTCThe beginning of a comm series that will see Suki, Ty-Lee, and Jin reach unparalleled heights in a world of debauchery, gluttony, and physical combat!
--- Chapter 1: Suki’s Dream ---
Suki stared at herself in the mirror, wondering if she had made the right choice. While in the privacy of her little changing room she was naked in several senses of the word. The first sense was as literal as could be imagined. She had removed the armor, elaborate robes, and colorful face paint that marked her as one of the Kyoshi warriors. She had slipped out of the vivid clothing slowly, each article being removed a bit slower. Each piece of clothing was folded carefully and set on the small chair in the changing room. Were it made manifest in the world, Suki’s emotional attachment to the clothing would have been enough to snap the small chair into pieces. It was hard to strip herself of her rank and title in the world. It had to be done. Suki had spent her life in the Kyoshi warriors, but it was time to aspire to greater things. The group was made to pay homage to Kyoshi, the greatest living sumo, but it had its limits. The women who joined often did so as a tour of cultural duty, rather than as a lifelong adoration. To truly respect the divine woman, one had to walk the same path she did. This was Suki’s deepest ambition and it was about to become reality. Provided she could pass one more test.
Suki shivered in the changing room. It was drafty and ramshackle. Far from the opulence that she had seen on the rest of the island. The isle of Boshi held temples, dining halls, mansions, and palaces galore. It was the single wealthiest place in the Earth Kingdom. Even though Ba Sing Se was the capital city, Boshi was the congregating place of the Kingdom’s elite. Women came from all over to study and bask in Kyoshi’s glory. Every story that Suki had ever heard floated through her mind when she approached the island on the little boat. Tales of endless riches, natural bounty, and hedonistic indulgences. From what she could see of the massive and domineering structures, all the stories were true. Grand architecture that only generations of master Earthbenders could have built rose from high on the hilly, forested isle. Suki’s heart had beaten all the faster when she realized just what a place she was heading to. A place she would be joining, should she pass one more simple test. Simple, but not easy.
“Ok. . .time to get going.” Suki said, fishing in the bag that had been given to her by the attendant which had greeted her on the dock. The woman, plump but not a sumo, had congratulated her for making the arduous and long journey. She had then given Suki a well made black bag embossed with Kyoshi’s personal symbol. Inside was the only personal item Suki was meant to have during her initial time on the island. A bright green mawashi. Soft and clearly hand woven, the mawashi was stitched to Suki’s exact measurements. It was intended to fit as tightly as a glove, at least to start. For those chosen, their original mawashi’s rarely lasted more than a month or two.
Suki, naked as when she had come into the world, stepped her legs into the mawashi and began to slowly slide it up her slim body. Suki was slim. Despite having reached 19, she still possessed a figure that was almost boyish in how flat it was. Years spent drilling combat maneuvers and training endlessly had not allowed for the sensual curves that blessed so many of her friends to work their way onto her body. Yet, despite her flatness, she had a vibrancy that few could match. The green mawashi slid up her thighs. It was tight, but in an almost sensual or intimate manner. Suki even gasped as she pulled it tight between her thighs and buttocks, a shock of pleasure running through her. Despite being alone, she looked around the changing stall, afraid that someone might have seen her moment of sexual thrill. She turned back to look at herself in the mirror.
“It’s. . .a little revealing.” Suki said, modesty shining through. Going from the conservative dress of the Kyoshi warriors to the revealing mawashi was quite the jump. To Suki it seemed like she was bearing her entire soul as a woman and a warrior. Her small, perky breasts made small movements as she turned back and forth to inspect herself. Her nakedness made her breasts appear smaller, no longer aided by the fabric. . .and discreet pads that were available in other clothing. Yet, the run of green fabric between her buttcheeks seemed to make them more noticeable and prominent. Suki felt an urge to jump and bounce, just to see the small puddles of fat bounce. However, she restrained herself out of respect for the sake of tradition and sport. Silently, she folded her clothes back into her bag and topped it off with her iconic fans. Joy and sadness mixed within her as she looked at herself a final time in the mirror. She was a stripling of a woman, holding all her life’s possessions in a small bag at her hip. Pass the final test, and she would own the mawashi and discard the contents of the bag for good. Truthfully, Suki wasn’t sure what she wanted. Yet, she still stepped out of the changing room to face the final challenge. Single combat.
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“Oh my gosh! Suki, you look so cute!” Jin said, toying with Suki’s hair and mawashi. Jin’s twin braids fell on either side of her neck, swaying back and forth. They were not alone. The formerly skinny woman was now decidedly chubby. Jin had come to Boshi island half a year before Suki, easily winning a spot in Kyoshi’s stable. The practice and apparent abundance of food had worked wonders upon her body. When Jin had left, she had been similarly proportioned to Suki. Small breasts, flat ass, and a washboard stomach. Yet, now she bore all the hallmarks of womanhood. Naked save for her own Mawashi, Jin flaunted her changes to the world. A chubby belly pooled atop the waistband of the mawashi, folding into little rolls as she bent over to inspect her friend. “This fits so perfectly.” Jin smiled, tugging on Suki’s mawashi. The thick strand of green rode further and further up her cheeks.
“Hey! What’s gotten into you?” Suki slapped Jin away. “Gone for a couple months and you turn into a total perv?” She tried to hide her blush by readjusting the small top knot on her head.
“Pfff. . .or maybe you’ve always been a prude.” Jin retorted, quick as ever. She smiled, cocking her hip to the side. “No need to be bashful here, just us girls around.” She waved a hand around, gesturing to all of the women who were gathering around the ring. Women of many ages were milling about. Bodies ranged from slim to obese, yet few were as skinny as Suki. Some wore the beginners mawashi like Suki, while others bore more elaborately designed ones befitting their station and accolades.
“That doesn’t mean you have to undress me.” Suki said, tugging at her mawashi. It was hard enough standing around the amphitheater with her breasts out, she did not need to make that any more difficult or embarrassing.
Jin laughed, remembering how embarrassed she had been when she first donned the traditional sumo garb. “You’ve got a lot to learn, Suki.” She said, intending to follow it up with something else, but her eyes alighted on something in the distance. Jin beamed, looking past Suki. “And I found the perfect teacher for you. Ty-Lee! Over here!” Jin waved an arm wildly, flagging down the only other woman that Suki knew on the entire island. Despite the earlier embarrassment, Suki felt her heart raise. It was great to have all of her friends here with her. The trio had been inseparable back home. It had been painful when they had been forced to separate. Ty-Lee had left first, her family’s position of privilege making it easy to secure a spot on the trials to become a sumo. Jin was next, not tied down by family or obligations. The months after had been slow and depressing for Suki. She wanted to become a sumo more than anything and live up to Kyoshi’s ideal, but had been forced to fulfill her obligations and train a replacement. While honorable, she was many precious months behind her friends. Yet, all the same, she was happy to be reunited. Suki turned, ready to say hello. The words caught in her mouth when she saw the woman bounding over to them.
Back home, before the split, Ty-Lee had been tiny. She was the one woman of Suki’s age who was skinnier. Suki was a flat but athletic 115 pounds and Ty-Lee had been an almost microscopic 90 pounds. In addition to her work with the Kyoshi warriors, she also practiced acrobatics which further burnt any calories that had been put into her. However, the woman that ran towards them, meaty arms outstretched, was more than double that. Ty-Lee had gotten fat. Large, full breasts bounced up and down; nipples pointed with excitement. Her stomach sloshed back and forth, looking like a sea churned by storms. Her face, already round, had filled out to the point of gaining dimples and a second chin. Suki’s eyes widened as they traveled the length of Ty-Lee’s body. To further heighten the cognitive dissonance, Ty-Lee held a large bag of chocolates in one hand.
“Oh my gosh! Suuukkiii!” She yelled, wrapping the now smaller woman in a massive hug. Though Ty-Lee could not have weighed more than 200 pounds, to Suki, it felt like a tidal wave hitting her. Ty-Lee’s round body dominated Suki’s own. Her small breasts were swamped by Ty-Lee’s soft balloons whilst her stomach pressed in deeply to Suki’s abs. Ty-Lee’s fat pushed Suki away, but her arms held the smaller woman in place. More than just fat, Ty-Lee had gotten strong. Very strong.
“Hey. . .ugh. . .Lee. . .good to see you.” Suki said, trying to work herself out of the crushing hug. Her hands sunk into Ty-Lee’s doughy stomach. The formerly acrobatic girl wasn’t about to let her friend escape easily. Suki could feel the chorded muscle that twitched and flowed beneath the soft padding of fat. It was surreal for Suki to realize that her friend now outweighed and could probably out compete her in athletic endeavors. Suki worked her way out of the hug, sliding down Ty-Lee’s round front. Beads of sweat had formed on Ty-Lee’s chub, allowing Suki a slightly easier time escaping. However, when she was finally free Suki was panting and her hair had been messed up. She took Ty-Lee in with new eyes, wide out of surprise. “You’ve. . .uh. . .grown.” Suki stammered.
“We just can’t keep her out of the feedbag.” Jin walked over, smacking Ty-Lee on her round ass. The fatter woman squealed, clearly enjoying the gesture.
“Well, they shouldn’t leave the pantry doors open at night if they don’t want little mice sneaking in.” Ty-Lee beamed, proud of how much she had fattened up. “Besides, someone keeps on sneaking me snacks. Ty-Lee leaned over, planting a kiss on Jin’s lips. Suki stumbled, almost falling over as she watched Jin return the kiss. The two pressed themselves close as lovers, arms wrapping around each other. Fat pressed against fat as the two chubby women embraced and fondled each other with hand and mouth. It took minutes for them to break apart. They smiled at Suki, as if their romantic gestures were as normal as the sun rising.
“So. . .you two are. . .” Suki mumbled, unsure of how to even broach the subject.
“Well, Lady Kyoshi encourages it.” Jin said bashfully. “It’s a way to know ourselves, our bodies, and the bodies of the women around us.”
“Tee-hee, you do have a lot to learn.” Ty-Lee said, sauntering over and giving Suki a pat on the ass. “Just one more hurdle and we can start showing you.” She smiled. Though innocent looking, there was nothing simple about the intentions behind Ty-Lee’s smile. “Let’s get you out there!” She cheered, pushing Suki towards her destination.
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Suki had to compete. It was as simple as that. Admittance to the island was simply predicated on being the best. She had to prove herself worthy by beating another woman in the ring. A random match with a random woman would decide her fate. Though, Suki wasn’t exactly sure what she wanted at this point. Having met with her friends and seeing what they were turning into, it was hard to say if she wanted to be a part of it. To be a sumo and further honor Lady Kyoshi had been Suki’s only drive in life. Yet, from what she could see, the island and the women who were studying there were not exactly honoring the warrior, Avatar, and sumo. From where she crouched in the ring, she could see her friends. Jin and Ty-Lee waved and cheered to her, but took extended breaks to stuff each other with food and grope at each other’s fat. Suki had expected time on with Kyoshi and her hand picked sumos to temper and harden Jin and Ty-Lee, rather than turn them into what she saw. What if achieving a dream meant sacrificing who you were? The question ran through Suki’s mind as she waited for her opponent to enter. She had little answer.
“This match will be Suki versus. . .Kimi!” The announcer, a sumo even more senior than Jin or Ty-Lee yelled.
“Yaaay! Oh this will be so fun!” There was a yell from the crowd and Kimi pushed her way through the crowd. She was tall, exceedingly so. She had to be pushing past 5’11, her head rising above most of the women around her. She ran forward, her arms held at little crooks to the side. She seemed less like a sumo and more like a model that was parading around as a sumo. Her hair fell in a loose ponytail which sprouted from the top of her head. Earrings, bracelets, and necklaces all jangled as she ran forward. To complete the image of an airhead, Kimi wore flashy green eyeshadow and lipstick. She looked like a geisha who was merely pretending to work as a sumo. Her immense breasts and curvy ass did not help either. Despite being thinner than Ty-Lee, Kimi was far more curvy. The statuesque, ravishingly beautiful woman pranced into the ring like a prized royal horse. She even went so far as to trot towards Suki, her arms outstretched for a hug. “Oh this is, like, sooo exciting!” Kimi said, getting closer to Suki, who tried to stand her ground. Kimi might even have made contact, had the referee not barred her with an arm.
“No! That is not how we begin a match!” The woman yelled, barking out the order. She hurled Kimi back. The lanky airhead rolled end over end, landing in a heap on her side.
“Oh, poo.” Kimi stuck her tongue out at the officiant. “So much for sportsmanship.” The referee ignored the comment, instead counting down. Suki raised a leg, slamming it down on the platform to show her strength. The slamming of her foot helped push the doubts from Suki’s mind. She focused entirely on Kimi. Even if her friends weren’t serious, she could be. The ref continued the count down. Kimi skipped back into place at her end of the ring, her butt bouncing up and down. “Aaah, fine. . .I guess we have to be serious.” She said, shedding a single tear. “Really excited to do this though. Good luck. . .” She crouched down, lowering her tall frame down to the very floor. She raised one of her long, shapely legs. Suki caught sight of Jin and Ty-Lee who practically swooned as they saw Kimi’s backside lift and drop. “. . .you’ll need it!” Kimi finished before throwing her leg down. The entire ring shook as it landed.
Hitherto unseen muscles tensed and came alive within Kimi. she slammed her shapely foot down hard enough to dent and crack the supports below the stage. Even the officiant was surprised at the strength on display. Sharp as an eagle’s, Kimi’s eyes narrowed and she launched herself forward. The silly, girlish behavior was gone and replaced with a cold desire to win. Suki flinched, feeling the power from the other woman. Suki was thrown out of her stance for a moment. Though she tried to correct this by tensing up again, it was too late. Kimi was on her, wrapping Suki in a tight bear hug. Suki swooned as she felt the air get crushed out of her lungs. It was not only that Kimi was preventing her from breathing, it was that she was actively squeezing out any remaining oxygen as well. Suki had never felt anything like it. She was used to the throws and strikes of her training, but not this style of grappling. Kimi’s large, full breasts pressed their way into Suki’s face to further embarrass her. Kimi crushed her further, starting to rock side to side to prepare for a throw.
Suki, thoughts flashing before her eyes, was unsure of what to do. She kicked her legs, trying to find stable footing. In her frustration, she found that she could move one arm slightly. Throwing her arm out, she grabbed the side of Kimi’s mawashi. At the same time, she tried to push out with her legs. Kimi, seeing what Suki was trying to do, threw her early in an attempt to end the match prematurely. Suki went flying, but maintained her grip on Kimi’s mawashi. The two girls spun and fell to the ground. Breathing heavily, the two started to rise. The contest belonged to the first woman that could stand. While Suki had the very life crushed out of her, she had used comparatively little energy. Kimi, on the other hand, was reeling from the energy used. Slowly the two tried to stand. Suki found her feet first, with Kimi on half a knee. Suki ran forward, desperately trying to push the taller woman out of the circle. It was hard going, Kimi fighting every step of the way. Despite not having her feet under her properly, Kimi was still as strong as a bull. Yet, Suki pushed and pushed; almost having to drag her opponent. In the end, she didn’t even feel it when Kimi was pushed out of the circle. Suki collapsed, running out of strength and energy.
“Match, Suki!” The announcer yelled, throwing the fan up. A great roar went up from the audience. Suki, tired and delirious, simply lay on the ring. She sucked air in, trying to recover herself. If nothing else, she had proved herself ready to be a sumo, whatever that meant. Her muscles burned as did her lungs, yet she was happy. Her last thoughts before passing out completely were how nice it was to win, how soft Ty-Lee had been, and that maybe she could use some pampering after this fight.
