[Sumo TF, Weight Gain, Mental Changes]

"Jyamakoi!"

Another round of the Desire Grand Prix had begun. And this one was perhaps one of the most absurd of all. At least, that's what Neon thought as she stared down the horde in front of her. She understood what the Navigator had told her, what she had told her was simple to digest. Just beat down the horde of Jyamato and get the most points. Points were deducted for griefing, to incentivize fair play.

"Can't believe all the Jyamato are so... Big..."

Well, how else was Neon supposed to describe her enemies?! These plant-like creatures, that were meant to be zombie-like according to the description that the Navigator had given her and the others, were... They were fat, okay!? Fat, and clad in nothing but a thick strip of cloth that was wrapped around their waists and their crotches. Not that there was anything to hide, because their 'naked' still meant that they were covered in a suit. Either way, she had to defeat plenty of these fatties to get points. Otherwise...

"They're just another obstacle." Another participant, Dapaan, spoke without much of a care as he aimed his firearm at the plumped up enemies. The fact he had gained the Magnum Buckle early on meant that it was easy for him to fight against such slow opponents. "Beat them down and they'll fall. So what if they're bigger?" He didn't see any real difficulty. Nor did he consider their rotund forms something to really bother with.

Neon, or Na-Go as she went by while transformed, scratched the back of her helmet in frustration. What she wouldn't give for one of those more impressive buckles right now. At least she had her hammer. "Mmm... Fine!" She shouted, as she gripped her hammer extra tight. "I'll beat 'em down then!"

The feisty kitten let out a powerful yell as she ran towards one of the stray sumo-sized Jyamato, who took note of her due to her yell. It watched carefully as she approached, even shifting slightly to make sure that it had the proper stance. After all, a challenger was approaching!

"Take this!" Na-Go yelled as she leapt at the Jyamato, swinging her hammer down in an attempt to beat the enemy. Even if it was a fat weird thing, she could win!

"JYAMAKOI!"

At least, that's what she thought. And then the hand of the Jyamato slammed against the hammer she held in her hand, countering her strike with its own power. It was surprisingly strong, knocking her back and knocking her off balance... But so was she, as it was forced to take a few steps back to adjust its footing and avoid toppling over.

Na-Go let out a shocked gasp as she landed on her feet, thankfully away from more of those Sumo Jyamato. "What in the... They're way stronger than they were last round!" She shouted, before noticing her score...

Rising? It had gone up from a clash against these..? Well, it seemed like playing along with their... 'tactics', meant that she got bonus points. That was nice at least. Didn't make the sting of that counter hurt any less!

"Alright... Well, if it gives me points, then that's what I'm going to do..!" Na-Go shouted as she reared her arm back. "What's the saying... Jyamakoi?"

"Dosukoi!" Dapaan shouted from his vantage point, having gotten into a better spot compared to being vulnerable on the ground. All while unloading a rain of bullets on the one that Na-Go had chosen to attack before, finishing it off and bagging a hefty score as a result. "...Never mind that. Just keep fighting!" For a moment, it sounded like he was embarrassed. Surprising, considering what Neon had been able to learn about him over this very short while they fought together.

Na-Go nodded and grinned a little underneath her helmet. "Alright! Dosukooooii!" She shouted as she headed straight back into the fray, not going to waste another moment when she could be getting what she wished for!

Dapaan sighed as he watched her run straight into danger. Stupid girl. But it's not like he was obligated to help her. She was an obstacle to his wish. If the Jyamato took her out, or hell, if they infected her and got her out of the round due to a disqualification... Heh, that'd be even better.

"Just don't get in my way, kitten." Dapaan muttered to himself as he aimed down the sights of his firearm, keeping an eye on the horde of Jyamato still on the ground. Though at the same time... It seemed like there were a few missing, didn't it? He swore he had taken count, and there should only be one missing. The one that he had sniped from here. Where had it-

"JYAMAKOI!"

Dapaan froze for a moment as the vigorous combat cry echoed through his ears, with his body barely able to react in time before he was slammed straight across the chest by a massive plant-like hand. He cursed his luck. Of course something like this had to happen, just because that kitten distracted her.

Despite the sensation slamming through him from the strike to his chest, he managed to swivel around and nail a killing shot straight in the head, leaving the Sumo Jyamato to fall onto its knees before disappearing. All while he felt his heart pounding against his chest, the adrenaline refusing to calm down...

"Idiot... Idiot, you got yourself hit because you weren't... careful..." Dapaan muttered to himself, right before he noticed that one thing hadn't disappeared. There was one tiny item that still remained, after the Sumo Jyamato had disappeared.

Its girthy Mawashi, and just looking at it made his heart pound harder...

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"Dosukoi!"

Na-Go shouted as she slammed her hammer into another Sumo Jyamato. This time weaving right out of the way of one of their thrusts, and nailing the sumo in the stomach. Leaving her the victor of their quick bout, and launching the Jyamoto into the wall. Was she growing stronger, or was she just getting better at striking at the weak points?

"Whatever, my score's rising!" She didn't have time to dwell on how or why she was able to beat these Sumo as well as she was. She was just happy that she wasn't in last. Right now, it looked like Mary was in last, which prompted her to chuckle a little. "Guess the old man can't keep up. Not surprised, but he's just gotta try harder!" She was far too into all of this. Far too ready to bowl her way to the top and actually beat Ace!

And she had her work cut out for her. There were a bunch of Sumo Jyamato still in her way. She had to fight against so many, and her body... Well, it was definitely going to hold out. She was going to win, she was going to-

"Jyamakoi!"

Her cat-like reflexes responded to the sudden appearance of a Sumo Jyamato at her side, causing her to leap right out of the way of one of these oversized minions. She wasn't about to be struck, not when her wish was on the line. Still, how was it so fast-

The sound of a bullet ringing out was just barely able to reach her ears. And then she was hit, launched out of the air and into a small pit, where the Sumo Jyamato were easily able to crowd and surround her. All while she felt the pain of that shot...

"Ow... Ow ow ow...!" Na-Go cried out as she tried to get back up, panting and gasping as she clenched her hammer. She wasn't going down without a fight. But who could've shot her!? The Jyamato weren't equipped with guns, she was sure of it! All of them were unarmed, and all of them were so fat that they probably couldn't hide a thing!

"JYAMAKOI!"

This time, she was outnumbered. This time, her strength wouldn't be enough. Three palms struck her at the same time, the power of the Sumo Jyamato hitting her and slamming into her with even greater intensity than she ever could've predicted. The counters that she had met with her strength were nothing compared to this, launching her out of the pit and into the wall...

And yet, as she was slammed into the wall, she didn't feel like she was hurting. No, a brand new strength filled her. A brand new surge of energy, one that she had never before experienced. It was like she could feel the power filling her fingertips... But... No, that wasn't a good thing...

"N-No, no... J-Jyama!" Na-Go cried out, shrieking as her belt jittered and jolted, until it started to stretch out further and further, wrapping around itself as the mechanical bits were turned into mere cloth...

Leaving the girl clad in a Mawashi, just like the Sumo Jyamato. Just like the ones that had struck her. But she looked so pitifully tiny compared to them. Even though her Mawashi was kept adorably attached by the little Hammer buckle, she was nowhere near big enough to fill it.

But that was where the power came in. That power stared to pour through her form. Thickening her. Making her suit groan more and more, as it became less and less like a suit and more like a second layer of skin. A second layer that clung to her gut as it pushed out further and further...

She could hear the growth, and it filled her with a ton of dread. It was like she was literally being filled with fat, and the way that her belly wobbled and made up more than three fourths of her total body didn't help anything. Nor did her breasts pushing out and resting on top of that belly. Those massive mounds, which were quickly wrapped up by an equally magical sarashi to 'preserve modesty', added to the look that she now shared with the Sumo Jyamato...

And yet her transformation wasn't complete. All of that strong girth, having the mawashi squeeze into her gut and emphasize her fat, it wasn't enough. Especially as she felt her arms instinctively raise into the air. She could see the fat slowly sinking from her arms, giving her a pair of chicken wings that were thickening out further and further. At least they still seemed strong enough to use despite the flab...

The same could barely be said for her legs. Her slender legs, which she had proudly used for agile purposes and to keep out of the path of the Sumo Jyamato's strikes, were quickly plumped up. Leaving her with a pair of legs that were so hard to use that she'd be forced to waddle until she got properly used to them...

Na-Go's transformation was only complete once her hair popped out of the back of her helmet and curled around itself, forming an oriental topknot. Just as any real Sumo would have. Just as any proud warrior should have. And she could definitely feel that pride. That humiliating sense of satisfaction that came with her new size...

"Why me?!" She shouted, slamming her hands against her belly. Which really didn't help her, because it just made all of that flab jiggle around, and it made her Mawashi dig into her even more than it already had. She cursed her luck, this wasn't meant to happen...

"Jyamakoi. You should've been looking."

Na-Go turned towards the sound of the more masculine voice, putting her face to face with Dapaan... Or rather, the Sumo Jyamato that he had become. Bullet smoke was pouring from his crotch, as he had... used the Magnum that kept his Mawashi held together to fire upon her, and leave her open for attack.

"You! You're desecrating the rules of honorable comb-" Na-Go shouted, before covering up her mouth with her cute tubby fingers. The instincts of a Sumo were overpowering. And they were making her act just like those annoying Jyamato..! They weren't anywhere near as strong as her, why was she acting like them!?

Dapaan laughed as he adjusted his Mawashi. "There's no honor in sports. Whoever wins, wins. And even if I never was good enough for Sumo, I'll prove it. Even an infected can reclaim their spot in the rankings, if they defeat and infect another!" He had taken the time to read the rules after his conversion, as he stomped towards the other Sumo. He was going to win and beat her. And even if he was still a Sumo, he would use his newfound strength to overpower the others and get his wish. His wish to get his athleticism back... Combining agility with this newfound strength would leave him completely unstoppable!

"You won't win! I'll win, and claim the championship belt!" Na-Go was caught up in the challenge, ignoring what she was saying. Even ignoring the other Jyamato, as they started to form a ring around the strongest Sumo. They respected the two, knowing that they could become true Yokozuna now..!

Both competitors had completely lost themselves in the spirit of Sumo. So much so that neither of them were able to notice that the other participants in the DGP had taken notice of what was going on. With many of them showing some form of disgust, barring Tycoon who couldn't help but stare...

And Geats, who couldn't help but chuckle a little as he watched the two square up. "A highlight in its own right. Now, can she win..?" He mused to himself, keeping watch from a distance while resting his arm on top of Tycoon's head...

Na-Go sized up her opponent. Dapaan was experienced, that much she could already tell. But there was no way that she was going to let him win. He had struck her in the back, not only that but he had used a firearm. It was against every kind of rule in the book. She could feel her stomach rumbling and grumbling as it filled with pure anger, before she slammed her hands against it and felt the fury pour through her. She was ready..!

Dapaan laughed as he watched her. She was nothing. She was going to fall, and he was going to win. And then he'd take out Geats and all the rest. He was going to take what was rightfully his. He was going to take his wish..!

"HAJIME!"

The two combatants cried out at the same time as they slammed into each other. There was barely any time for them to truly start, before their hands slammed into the other's and their bellies met. And from there, it was a matter of pure attrition. Whoever had the greatest will, whoever had the greatest amount of power, would be the one to claim victory. There was nothing more to it.

Unfortunately, Na-Go felt her feet slipping. She tried her hardest to keep grip of the floor underneath her, but it was slippery... Not only that, but his belly was just that thicker than hers. It was natural muscle and fat, much like her own. And yet it felt so much more genuine..!

"Fall!" Dapaan shouted, as he reared back and slammed his belly against hers. Letting go of her hands as this was meant to knock her off balance. Another strike, and he would win. All he had to do was just blast her with the gun that kept his Mawashi locked tight..!

Na-Go could feel her body about to topple over. The bump from Dapaan had left her on the verge of defeat. Was this how things were going to end? Was this how she was going to lose her chance to gain love? No, she... She wasn't going to lose like this! She was still in it, she hadn't fallen out of the ring yet!

Just then, a red flash poured past her eyes, and the Sumo Rider stretched her arm out. She grabbed it, right as it flew by. She recognized that buckle... She recognized that Mawashi anywhere!

Geats smiled and patted Tycoon on the head. The boy had managed to get the Boost Buckle yet again. And with a quick throw from the Kitsune, it was tossed into play. Now it was up to the kitten to make it count.

"BOOST!" Na-Go shouted, forgoing the sounds that currently couldn't pour forth from her 'driver', as she slung the 'Mawashi' around her waist. In her hands, the Boost Buckle had transformed into the second tier of Mawashi, which only the greatest Sumo were allowed to wear. A Keshõ-Mawashi, ceremonial in nature. Wearing it during a bout proved that you were even stronger than the ordinary Sumo, and she certainly felt that way. Even if she was on the backfoot, it was her turn to win!

Dapaan couldn't believe it. Nor could she believe the sheer strength and power radiating off Na-Go's body. "No! Fall! JYAMAKOI!" He shouted with all his vigor, all of his spirit. He was going to win. He was going to defeat her and claim his spot!

"GRAND VICTORY! DOSUKOIIII!" Na-Go shouted, as she slammed into Dapaan's attack. The power of the Boost Mawashi around her waist, the power of her flabby sumo body, the power pouring through her. It all gathered in one big strike, as she not only pierced straight through his attack...

But launched him. Right out of the ring that the Jyamato had formed, into the wall. Serving to highlight her victory, and fill her score... Her... T-That's right, her score. Thanks to Dapaan's challenge, she barely even realized what was going on. But... She had won, right? Even if she was this huge...

"E-Ehehe..." Neon nervously chuckled, as she reached down and tightly squeezed her mawashi, disengaging her transformation and returning her to normal...

Or at least, what she now considered normal. With a blush on her cheeks, the new Sumo didn't really find her size too embarrassing. If anything, it served as a symbol of her power. And though she was huge, though she was still clad like a proper sumo that now showed a lot more skin, though her body was extra jiggly and brought stares from the other competitors.

She was going to make her wish come true. Through nothing but her own strength!