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Chapter 3
It took long enough but I eventually found my way to gate f. Having to walk half a mile to my gate wasn’t as much of problem as knowing that I wasn’t even a fourth the way down the hall.

After the confrontation no one in the airport dared bother me. I guess word of what happened spread more than I thought it would have. Some of the people I could tell were still disgusted by my actions and appearance, but others had more ambiguous looks. Maybe they knew what happened with the kid, maybe they thought the man raised an unnecessary disturbance, don’t know don’t really care. As long as I got the satisfaction I wanted from the people who were disgusted, all else was irrelevant.

“Ms. Radcliffe I’ve been expecting you.”

“Huh?” I was a bit startled. I was so busy gauging everyone else I wasn’t even paying attention to the figure in between me and the gate. “Oh, I’m sorry sir, but who are you?”

“I’m just in charge of the check in area here, but please the formalities are not necessary Ms. Radcliffe.”

It should have been obvious, but I was so distracted I didn’t even notice he wasn’t even human, “I hope you can understand my doubts. This station’s always been pretty uniform; I really didn’t expect to see an EB-25 model robot here.”

“This gate was reserved for those on their way to the asteroid hosting the tournament. So we were able to operate here as we pleased as long as we kept on par with safety regulations.”

“So that’s why I got past security without any trouble?”

“Precisely.”

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little disappointed. I always loved flying, but most of the fun I got came from making others miserable. You see, most flights from Earth can’t actually go directly to Terra 5 or the asteroid arena half way, unlike vice a versa. So every time I went, there would be a drop off point where people would be transported to their personal destinations, by taking separate transports. On the surface it may sound like this would mean just more time, but for me it’s not as simple.

To be as discrete as I can, I’ll put it this way. The hallways and seat for me, frankly are tiny, so if I needed to stand up for some reason, I wouldn’t feel bad if shoved my ass in someone’s face by “accident”. (That was discrete right?) It’s not like they could throw me off. I was technically given free admission and throwing me off would upset the confines of a major sporting event. So they always had two options, either shut up and treat me like anyone else, or deal with my cheeks. Now if shuttles straight to the asteroid arena were more common, I’d most likely be on board with fans who’d probably be doing everything in their power to make me happy.

Anyway, continuing with my chat with the robot, I asked him if he needed to look in my bag.

“If I could yes.” I handed my bad to him and he gave it back within seconds. “Everything checks out, please come aboard”

“Thank you.” I had started to walk off but just before leaving I had to ask one more question. “By the way, is there a reason the change was made this year?”

“The committee had received a lot of complaints from competitors on trips to and from the competition being insufficient for travel. I’m afraid I do not have specific information as to why however.”

“I guess most people don’t add my personal touches to space rides” I concluded under my breath.

“I’m sorry Miss Radcliffe, I didn’t quite hear you.”
While continuing on my way I replied,”Oh it’s nothing. Thanks for the info by the way.”

“It was my pleasure Ms. Radcliffe, I hope you win.”
He was programmed to say it but it was still nice to hear sometimes.

The hallway into the shuttle was entirely see through but when I touched it what I felt instead of glass was a kenetic barrier. The ability to see right through gave me time to get a good look at what I was going to be traveling in.

The ship looked more like a red saucer than a traditional shuttle. It was more oblong shaped and clearly had jet propulsion, but still the similarity was hard to not make.
At the end of the hallway I found a unobtainium door that opened automatically. What I found behind the door actually astounded me. Not only had they clearly made this area specifically for someone my size to move comfortably, but they even laid out a 2 full buffets on the walls.

In the middle of my surprise I saw two red chairs placed in the middle of the room. Both were particularly wide, I assume to make sure the person sitting down doesn’t feel constricted. I walked towards them and saw both had two craters melded into the cushions. It looked silly at first and I actually started laughing, but my laughing ceased when I actually sat down. Never in my life had my backside felt more comfortable in a chair. It molded perfectly to my body and weight, and the addition of the dents made the feeling heavenly.

For a good 5 minutes I sat in silent bliss. That was at least, until I heard footsteps behind me.

“Well I guess the other chair had to be for someone.” I thought.

I quickly turned while trying to stand up only to find the chair followed me as I turned. At the time I didn’t know it turned; it had a circular base but I assumed it was plastered to the ground. In short, with this knowledge I didn’t see a point in standing up removing my comfort, even if it was for just a couple seconds.

I saw the unobtainium door slide open and saw very short girl walked through. Don’t get me wrong though, sure she was short but she was chunky with a good bit of meat on her bones, and the chair was obviously made for her to sit in. So I guess I was just expecting someone of greater size than who I saw before me. As she drew closer I took notice of her dark blue eye shadow, and I thought it was interesting in combination with her grey eyes.

For a split second I thought maybe she was blind, but that thought vanished when she sat down, turned her chair in my direction, and extended her hand.

“Hello my name’s Yoshida Cho and I’ll be facing you in the first round.”

Turning toward her I replied, “Hi, I’m Endora Radcliffe, it’s nice to meet you, but they announce me as Enorme.”
Momentarily we shook hands and the conversation proceeded.

“That’s Italian correct?”

“Yes it is. What gave it away?”

“I’m studying Italian at the moment, it’s my fifth language.”

“I hope I don’t come across as offensive, but you do have a slight accent. Are you Japanese?”

“Well technically I was born on planet Ishikawa in the Japanese settled system, but I’ve spent most of my life in Toyama here on Earth.”

Everything up to this point raised a lot of questions for me, but I didn’t want to seem nosy so I tried to only ask one question at a time, hoping she would perhaps ask some of her own.

Making sure to put our kind in air quotes I asked, “So did it take long for you to adjust to Earth’s attitude on our kind?”
“Well I would tell you some long story of how I adjusted to my new lifestyle, but honestly my parents had the same general opinion of being overweight. They didn’t take issue if it was for the purpose of sumo, but my parents were…traditional I guess you’d say.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well they saw it as a male only thing, so they kept me on a strict diet. When they saw me imitating the wrestlers I saw on television they tried to put a stop to it.”

“So how you end up following it anyway?”

“In response to their protest, I just trained harder; I made my intent clearer, purposely ignored my diet, and started gaining weight. Seeing my thin body vanish, they gave up trying to stop me and saw me for who I was. However they didn’t want me to be trained by just anyone if I were to continue down this path. So they sent me here to Earth at age eight to be trained by Yoshido Juro.”

“Really, you were trained by him? He always had a reputation for refusing to open a school.”

“He took exception when he was approached to train his niece.”

Taken aback I couldn’t help but ask, “Wait, the two of you are related? I assumed the family name was just a coincidence.”
“Before moving he was my favorite wrestler, and I figured the same thing.”

“Wow that must have been like a dream. Not only to be trained by your childhood icon, but to also learn you’re related.”

“It was at first, but now my uncle and I just sort of treat it like business as usual.”

There was a bit of a pause after this statement and in that time we heard the doors open one last time to see the robot come in.

“Ladies, the flight is scheduled to leave in five minutes but since you are both here we can leave now if you would like.”
We glanced at each other and Cho nodded her head in approval.

Turning my head back to our mechanized assistant I said, “Sure we’re both ready to go.”

“Very good, I’ll activate the vessel.”

He moved to the front and started to flip switches and press buttons.

I was a bit confused so I had to ask, “So where’s the pilot?”

Quickly he retorted, “This vessel has been programmed to run on auto pilot and take us straight to our destination, however if repairs are required, I have been given additional data on how to conduct them. Though we shouldn’t have to worry about this, we aren’t going through any volatile sectors, and any anomalies we could encounter have been taken into account. Our only true concern would be space pirates, but even then we also have been given automated defenses.”

“Even if they got on aboard we’d just sit on them anyway.” I proudly proclaimed.
Cho giggled when she heard what I said but tried to cover it up. (It wasn’t working)

“I’m sure you would” the robot said with another of his preprogrammed compliments.
He finished what he was doing and we felt ourselves being lifted, but it felt more like an elevator than a rocket.

“By the way if you two ladies are curious, this vessel has been equipped the latest in matter stabilization. Right now this room is being contained in an electromagnetic field that is keeping us in place rather than the rumbling that those on more commercials shuttles might come to expect.”

“Well, I’m not complaining.” I said bluntly.

With that the Robot moved to the far right corner of the front and said, “If you ladies require any further assistance please tell me, I’ll be right here.”

The moment he said this, both of us turned back to each other, and Cho said, “I think I should apologize.”
I gave her a puzzled look and asked, “Why are you apologizing to me?”

“I have taken the conversation for myself. You have been a very good listener, but now I think it’s time I let you speak.”

“Oh I don’t mind; honestly I was worried you would be bothered by my constant questions about you while not saying anything about myself.”

“Hmm… if that’s the case would you mind telling me how you got into sumo?”

I didn’t say anything. The story is just so weird I wasn’t even
sure if she’d even believe me.

“If you don’t want to answer you can just say so. Sometimes there are things people like to keep to themselves and if this is one of them I can just ask you something else.”

“No, no. I should tell you. Besides, telling someone now would probably make it easier to do later.” Hearing me say this she leaned forward in her chair with extremely apparent curiosity. She was expecting something extravagant now, and I knew she wouldn’t believe me if I tried to underplay anything. “So the truth of the matter is my sister, Greta, and I sort of got into this sport by accident. Ya see we were eating at one of these special food bars one day and we had some packed on hundreds of pounds as a result. Eventually we had gotten so use to our bodies that we felt that changing back into our skinny selves would be too much effort and well, 5 years later, here I am!"

Smiling she said, “I must admit I’ve never heard anything quite like that.” I could tell she knew I was leaving a lot of the story out, but she didn’t seem to mind, she had heard all she needed to.

Following up she asked, “So where is your sister anyway?”
“Oh she’s at home; she normally doesn’t compete in high level competitions like this. Her Martial Arts training is broader than just sumo, so she doesn’t compete unless she really gets motivated.

“What could make her want to compete?”

“Well so far she’s competed in only two tournaments, both of which were sponsored by Divine.”

“You mean the chocolate company?”

“Yeah, my sister has the biggest sweet tooth of anyone I know, and she can’t pass up a chance to eat pounds of free chocolate.”

“So how did she do in those tournaments?”

“She did well, but both times she lost to me. The first time was in the semifinals, and the second was in the finals. I may best her in sumo, but I would never be able to be her in any other contact sport.”

“Wait hold on, I’m flying with the current champion aren’t I?”
I bent down to grab my bag, unzipping it I pulled out the Golden Mawashi in all its splendor.

“So I’m facing the champ in the first round, well this will be an honor; I hope I prove to be a worthy opponent.”

“Listen sweetie, I’ve got more than two feet on you and I’m pretty sure you won’t be able to make me budge and inch.”

“Looking at you I might not even have to make you move, I
haven’t seen you stand once since I got in here, do you even have the muscle to support your weight?”

I stood up immediately and came within and inch of her face. She was 5’3 at best and with her sitting down my gut was hovering over her head.

“I think I may have too much muscle for you to handle.”
What she did next to say this least…caught me completely off guard.

*Smooch* “While I admit you have wonderful flabdominal muscles, I’m not used to being this close to another woman without a mawashi on.”

Keep something in mind, this may have been a peck in length, but her lips on contact made my belly ripple as if she slapped with her hand.

I took a little while, but my head was feeling heavy so I slowly backed away, and sat back down. Cho looking like she was an evil genius smiled with her head resting on her shoulder. Seeing how bugged my eyes were then and there she could help but widen her smile even more. Normally I’m the one who makes a show of things, but here was someone clearly had no problem doing the same and I really not used to it. She was visibly blushing now, and the way I was feeling I didn’t need to be told I was too.

Staring at each other for what seemed like five minutes with our faces frozen in place we both eventually busted out laughing. The fact that we had that exchange was ridiculous and we both took it farther than the other thought we would.

(What? Did ya think those jabs were giving each other serious?)

Cho started to stand up and said, “If it’s all the same to you I’m going to go ahead and change now.”

“I’d normally wait until I got to the hotel, but with this shuttle being private I’ll think I’ll join you.”

There was no changing room, only a bathroom that looked more like really big port-a-potty, so we just changed right where we were.

Up until Now I never took notice of her appearance, but she was about to strip down in front of me so I figured I should study her while I changed.

She was taking them off but she was dressed in a black and white striped v neck with a normal pair of blue jeans. After her top layer of clothing was off I saw her begin to tie her hair in a high ponytail, however she left part of her hair untied and let it lay in front her left eye. Her hair was considerably longer than mine. Before the ponytail her hair went down at least 5 inches beyond her shoulders, which is just about where mine stopped.

When she removed her underwear she grabbed the bag she had brought. (Seriously where did it come from? I didn’t notice it until just now.) She pulled out a white mawashi, that had black lettering on it, but I couldn’t make it out. As she slipped it on I noticed how almost all her fat was concentrated in her stomach. That wasn’t to say she didn’t have some meat on other parts of her body, just that a majority of it was concentrated on her gut.

When her mawashi was fully on I could finally make out the words in front. It read in English “Chop-Chop. “

As I folded the hair on the top of my head and put them in place with my forks, I had to ask, “What is Chop-Chop referencing?”

She took the time to look at it as if she didn’t even know it was there and said, “It’s something my uncle came up with. It could be some corny reference to something in our heritage, or it could have something to do with how I wrestle.”

“Chops aren’t legal in sumo, how could it reference how you wrestle?”

“You’ll see soon enough. I want it to be a surprise.”

“Fair enough” I conceded.
With that set of questions done she moved onto her top which I found a little odd. It was basically her taking tattered cloth and wrapping it around her chest until everything she needed covered was.

Now with us both completely in our sumo garbs, we continued to talk the way we had before. Sometime had passed and she challenged me to an eating contest.

“Endora, do you know why small Asians always win eating contests?”

Raising my eyebrows I said, “Okay I’ll bite, why do they win?”

“Because our stomachs a black holes. An American could never hope to defeat someone like me.”

I let out a small chuckle at the comment “If that’s a challenge, than I accept.”

”She stood up and proudly proclaimed, “Wonderful, now if I embarrass you enough here, I can convince you to spare yourself the embarrassment in front of a live crowd.”

Standing up myself I said, “You can keep talking, I’ll just be waiting for you to make excuses when I win…but first I need to go unload…my sister made a pretty big breakfast this morning.”

“Fine just be back before twelve”

I looked at the holo-clock placed near the robot that was still staying in place waiting for orders.

“That gives me twenty minutes. I’ll be back in time.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

We both stared each other down, but then Greta’s cooking really hit me and Cho heard an Audible churn from the belly.

“Yeah…you might want to go now.”

“Good idea!” I said quickly while rushing to the quote unquote restroom.”

By the way don’t ask me who won the contest. Neither of us knew who won. We both stuffed ourselves on the food but afterwards apparently we both passed out. Frankly the last thing I remember vividly is what I said when I walked out of the bathroom using my cave woman voice.

“Is tiny girl ready? Me want to fill belly.”

What can I say, much like earlier I was caught in the moment.

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Chapter 3 of the prequel story to [link] written by

Chapter 3
It took long enough but I eventually found my way to gate f. Having to walk half a mile to my gate wasn’t as much of problem as knowing that I wasn’t even a fourth the way down the hall.

After the confrontation no one in the airport dared bother me. I guess word of what happened spread more than I thought it would have. Some of the people I could tell were still disgusted by my actions and appearance, but others had more ambiguous looks. Maybe they knew what happened with the kid, maybe they thought the man raised an unnecessary disturbance, don’t know don’t really care. As long as I got the satisfaction I wanted from the people who were disgusted, all else was irrelevant.

“Ms. Radcliffe I’ve been expecting you.”

“Huh?” I was a bit startled. I was so busy gauging everyone else I wasn’t even paying attention to the figure in between me and the gate. “Oh, I’m sorry sir, but who are you?”

“I’m just in charge of the check in area here, but please the formalities are not necessary Ms. Radcliffe.”

It should have been obvious, but I was so distracted I didn’t even notice he wasn’t even human, “I hope you can understand my doubts. This station’s always been pretty uniform; I really didn’t expect to see an EB-25 model robot here.”

“This gate was reserved for those on their way to the asteroid hosting the tournament. So we were able to operate here as we pleased as long as we kept on par with safety regulations.”

“So that’s why I got past security without any trouble?”

“Precisely.”

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little disappointed. I always loved flying, but most of the fun I got came from making others miserable. You see, most flights from Earth can’t actually go directly to Terra 5 or the asteroid arena half way, unlike vice a versa. So every time I went, there would be a drop off point where people would be transported to their personal destinations, by taking separate transports. On the surface it may sound like this would mean just more time, but for me it’s not as simple.

To be as discrete as I can, I’ll put it this way. The hallways and seat for me, frankly are tiny, so if I needed to stand up for some reason, I wouldn’t feel bad if shoved my ass in someone’s face by “accident”. (That was discrete right?) It’s not like they could throw me off. I was technically given free admission and throwing me off would upset the confines of a major sporting event. So they always had two options, either shut up and treat me like anyone else, or deal with my cheeks. Now if shuttles straight to the asteroid arena were more common, I’d most likely be on board with fans who’d probably be doing everything in their power to make me happy.

Anyway, continuing with my chat with the robot, I asked him if he needed to look in my bag.

“If I could yes.” I handed my bad to him and he gave it back within seconds. “Everything checks out, please come aboard”

“Thank you.” I had started to walk off but just before leaving I had to ask one more question. “By the way, is there a reason the change was made this year?”

“The committee had received a lot of complaints from competitors on trips to and from the competition being insufficient for travel. I’m afraid I do not have specific information as to why however.”

“I guess most people don’t add my personal touches to space rides” I concluded under my breath.

“I’m sorry Miss Radcliffe, I didn’t quite hear you.”
While continuing on my way I replied,”Oh it’s nothing. Thanks for the info by the way.”

“It was my pleasure Ms. Radcliffe, I hope you win.”
He was programmed to say it but it was still nice to hear sometimes.

The hallway into the shuttle was entirely see through but when I touched it what I felt instead of glass was a kenetic barrier. The ability to see right through gave me time to get a good look at what I was going to be traveling in.

The ship looked more like a red saucer than a traditional shuttle. It was more oblong shaped and clearly had jet propulsion, but still the similarity was hard to not make.
At the end of the hallway I found a unobtainium door that opened automatically. What I found behind the door actually astounded me. Not only had they clearly made this area specifically for someone my size to move comfortably, but they even laid out a 2 full buffets on the walls.

In the middle of my surprise I saw two red chairs placed in the middle of the room. Both were particularly wide, I assume to make sure the person sitting down doesn’t feel constricted. I walked towards them and saw both had two craters melded into the cushions. It looked silly at first and I actually started laughing, but my laughing ceased when I actually sat down. Never in my life had my backside felt more comfortable in a chair. It molded perfectly to my body and weight, and the addition of the dents made the feeling heavenly.

For a good 5 minutes I sat in silent bliss. That was at least, until I heard footsteps behind me.

“Well I guess the other chair had to be for someone.” I thought.

I quickly turned while trying to stand up only to find the chair followed me as I turned. At the time I didn’t know it turned; it had a circular base but I assumed it was plastered to the ground. In short, with this knowledge I didn’t see a point in standing up removing my comfort, even if it was for just a couple seconds.

I saw the unobtainium door slide open and saw very short girl walked through. Don’t get me wrong though, sure she was short but she was chunky with a good bit of meat on her bones, and the chair was obviously made for her to sit in. So I guess I was just expecting someone of greater size than who I saw before me. As she drew closer I took notice of her dark blue eye shadow, and I thought it was interesting in combination with her grey eyes.

For a split second I thought maybe she was blind, but that thought vanished when she sat down, turned her chair in my direction, and extended her hand.

“Hello my name’s Yoshida Cho and I’ll be facing you in the first round.”

Turning toward her I replied, “Hi, I’m Endora Radcliffe, it’s nice to meet you, but they announce me as Enorme.”
Momentarily we shook hands and the conversation proceeded.

“That’s Italian correct?”

“Yes it is. What gave it away?”

“I’m studying Italian at the moment, it’s my fifth language.”

“I hope I don’t come across as offensive, but you do have a slight accent. Are you Japanese?”

“Well technically I was born on planet Ishikawa in the Japanese settled system, but I’ve spent most of my life in Toyama here on Earth.”

Everything up to this point raised a lot of questions for me, but I didn’t want to seem nosy so I tried to only ask one question at a time, hoping she would perhaps ask some of her own.

Making sure to put our kind in air quotes I asked, “So did it take long for you to adjust to Earth’s attitude on our kind?”
“Well I would tell you some long story of how I adjusted to my new lifestyle, but honestly my parents had the same general opinion of being overweight. They didn’t take issue if it was for the purpose of sumo, but my parents were…traditional I guess you’d say.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well they saw it as a male only thing, so they kept me on a strict diet. When they saw me imitating the wrestlers I saw on television they tried to put a stop to it.”

“So how you end up following it anyway?”

“In response to their protest, I just trained harder; I made my intent clearer, purposely ignored my diet, and started gaining weight. Seeing my thin body vanish, they gave up trying to stop me and saw me for who I was. However they didn’t want me to be trained by just anyone if I were to continue down this path. So they sent me here to Earth at age eight to be trained by Yoshido Juro.”

“Really, you were trained by him? He always had a reputation for refusing to open a school.”

“He took exception when he was approached to train his niece.”

Taken aback I couldn’t help but ask, “Wait, the two of you are related? I assumed the family name was just a coincidence.”
“Before moving he was my favorite wrestler, and I figured the same thing.”

“Wow that must have been like a dream. Not only to be trained by your childhood icon, but to also learn you’re related.”

“It was at first, but now my uncle and I just sort of treat it like business as usual.”

There was a bit of a pause after this statement and in that time we heard the doors open one last time to see the robot come in.

“Ladies, the flight is scheduled to leave in five minutes but since you are both here we can leave now if you would like.”
We glanced at each other and Cho nodded her head in approval.

Turning my head back to our mechanized assistant I said, “Sure we’re both ready to go.”

“Very good, I’ll activate the vessel.”

He moved to the front and started to flip switches and press buttons.

I was a bit confused so I had to ask, “So where’s the pilot?”

Quickly he retorted, “This vessel has been programmed to run on auto pilot and take us straight to our destination, however if repairs are required, I have been given additional data on how to conduct them. Though we shouldn’t have to worry about this, we aren’t going through any volatile sectors, and any anomalies we could encounter have been taken into account. Our only true concern would be space pirates, but even then we also have been given automated defenses.”

“Even if they got on aboard we’d just sit on them anyway.” I proudly proclaimed.
Cho giggled when she heard what I said but tried to cover it up. (It wasn’t working)

“I’m sure you would” the robot said with another of his preprogrammed compliments.
He finished what he was doing and we felt ourselves being lifted, but it felt more like an elevator than a rocket.

“By the way if you two ladies are curious, this vessel has been equipped the latest in matter stabilization. Right now this room is being contained in an electromagnetic field that is keeping us in place rather than the rumbling that those on more commercials shuttles might come to expect.”

“Well, I’m not complaining.” I said bluntly.

With that the Robot moved to the far right corner of the front and said, “If you ladies require any further assistance please tell me, I’ll be right here.”

The moment he said this, both of us turned back to each other, and Cho said, “I think I should apologize.”
I gave her a puzzled look and asked, “Why are you apologizing to me?”

“I have taken the conversation for myself. You have been a very good listener, but now I think it’s time I let you speak.”

“Oh I don’t mind; honestly I was worried you would be bothered by my constant questions about you while not saying anything about myself.”

“Hmm… if that’s the case would you mind telling me how you got into sumo?”

I didn’t say anything. The story is just so weird I wasn’t even
sure if she’d even believe me.

“If you don’t want to answer you can just say so. Sometimes there are things people like to keep to themselves and if this is one of them I can just ask you something else.”

“No, no. I should tell you. Besides, telling someone now would probably make it easier to do later.” Hearing me say this she leaned forward in her chair with extremely apparent curiosity. She was expecting something extravagant now, and I knew she wouldn’t believe me if I tried to underplay anything. “So the truth of the matter is my sister, Greta, and I sort of got into this sport by accident. Ya see we were eating at one of these special food bars one day and we had some packed on hundreds of pounds as a result. Eventually we had gotten so use to our bodies that we felt that changing back into our skinny selves would be too much effort and well, 5 years later, here I am!"

Smiling she said, “I must admit I’ve never heard anything quite like that.” I could tell she knew I was leaving a lot of the story out, but she didn’t seem to mind, she had heard all she needed to.

Following up she asked, “So where is your sister anyway?”
“Oh she’s at home; she normally doesn’t compete in high level competitions like this. Her Martial Arts training is broader than just sumo, so she doesn’t compete unless she really gets motivated.

“What could make her want to compete?”

“Well so far she’s competed in only two tournaments, both of which were sponsored by Divine.”

“You mean the chocolate company?”

“Yeah, my sister has the biggest sweet tooth of anyone I know, and she can’t pass up a chance to eat pounds of free chocolate.”

“So how did she do in those tournaments?”

“She did well, but both times she lost to me. The first time was in the semifinals, and the second was in the finals. I may best her in sumo, but I would never be able to be her in any other contact sport.”

“Wait hold on, I’m flying with the current champion aren’t I?”
I bent down to grab my bag, unzipping it I pulled out the Golden Mawashi in all its splendor.

“So I’m facing the champ in the first round, well this will be an honor; I hope I prove to be a worthy opponent.”

“Listen sweetie, I’ve got more than two feet on you and I’m pretty sure you won’t be able to make me budge and inch.”

“Looking at you I might not even have to make you move, I
haven’t seen you stand once since I got in here, do you even have the muscle to support your weight?”

I stood up immediately and came within and inch of her face. She was 5’3 at best and with her sitting down my gut was hovering over her head.

“I think I may have too much muscle for you to handle.”
What she did next to say this least…caught me completely off guard.

*Smooch* “While I admit you have wonderful flabdominal muscles, I’m not used to being this close to another woman without a mawashi on.”

Keep something in mind, this may have been a peck in length, but her lips on contact made my belly ripple as if she slapped with her hand.

I took a little while, but my head was feeling heavy so I slowly backed away, and sat back down. Cho looking like she was an evil genius smiled with her head resting on her shoulder. Seeing how bugged my eyes were then and there she could help but widen her smile even more. Normally I’m the one who makes a show of things, but here was someone clearly had no problem doing the same and I really not used to it. She was visibly blushing now, and the way I was feeling I didn’t need to be told I was too.

Staring at each other for what seemed like five minutes with our faces frozen in place we both eventually busted out laughing. The fact that we had that exchange was ridiculous and we both took it farther than the other thought we would.

(What? Did ya think those jabs were giving each other serious?)

Cho started to stand up and said, “If it’s all the same to you I’m going to go ahead and change now.”

“I’d normally wait until I got to the hotel, but with this shuttle being private I’ll think I’ll join you.”

There was no changing room, only a bathroom that looked more like really big port-a-potty, so we just changed right where we were.

Up until Now I never took notice of her appearance, but she was about to strip down in front of me so I figured I should study her while I changed.

She was taking them off but she was dressed in a black and white striped v neck with a normal pair of blue jeans. After her top layer of clothing was off I saw her begin to tie her hair in a high ponytail, however she left part of her hair untied and let it lay in front her left eye. Her hair was considerably longer than mine. Before the ponytail her hair went down at least 5 inches beyond her shoulders, which is just about where mine stopped.

When she removed her underwear she grabbed the bag she had brought. (Seriously where did it come from? I didn’t notice it until just now.) She pulled out a white mawashi, that had black lettering on it, but I couldn’t make it out. As she slipped it on I noticed how almost all her fat was concentrated in her stomach. That wasn’t to say she didn’t have some meat on other parts of her body, just that a majority of it was concentrated on her gut.

When her mawashi was fully on I could finally make out the words in front. It read in English “Chop-Chop. “

As I folded the hair on the top of my head and put them in place with my forks, I had to ask, “What is Chop-Chop referencing?”

She took the time to look at it as if she didn’t even know it was there and said, “It’s something my uncle came up with. It could be some corny reference to something in our heritage, or it could have something to do with how I wrestle.”

“Chops aren’t legal in sumo, how could it reference how you wrestle?”

“You’ll see soon enough. I want it to be a surprise.”

“Fair enough” I conceded.
With that set of questions done she moved onto her top which I found a little odd. It was basically her taking tattered cloth and wrapping it around her chest until everything she needed covered was.

Now with us both completely in our sumo garbs, we continued to talk the way we had before. Sometime had passed and she challenged me to an eating contest.

“Endora, do you know why small Asians always win eating contests?”

Raising my eyebrows I said, “Okay I’ll bite, why do they win?”

“Because our stomachs a black holes. An American could never hope to defeat someone like me.”

I let out a small chuckle at the comment “If that’s a challenge, than I accept.”

”She stood up and proudly proclaimed, “Wonderful, now if I embarrass you enough here, I can convince you to spare yourself the embarrassment in front of a live crowd.”

Standing up myself I said, “You can keep talking, I’ll just be waiting for you to make excuses when I win…but first I need to go unload…my sister made a pretty big breakfast this morning.”

“Fine just be back before twelve”

I looked at the holo-clock placed near the robot that was still staying in place waiting for orders.

“That gives me twenty minutes. I’ll be back in time.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

We both stared each other down, but then Greta’s cooking really hit me and Cho heard an Audible churn from the belly.

“Yeah…you might want to go now.”

“Good idea!” I said quickly while rushing to the quote unquote restroom.”

By the way don’t ask me who won the contest. Neither of us knew who won. We both stuffed ourselves on the food but afterwards apparently we both passed out. Frankly the last thing I remember vividly is what I said when I walked out of the bathroom using my cave woman voice.

“Is tiny girl ready? Me want to fill belly.”

What can I say, much like earlier I was caught in the moment.