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Konshi
| Konshi had always been a very athletic child. At age 13 he was 5 feet tall and weighed 95 pounds, all of it pure muscle. He was sitting at the dinner table eating a small salad when his father spoke up. "Konshi, I know you get all top grades in school but the college you want to go to is just beyond our families financial reach. So I was thinking... I looked at some pamphlets and they have one scholarship that is within your reach." "What?" Konshi asked. "Sumo" His mother blurted out unexpectedly. "Sumo? That's for fat kids." He said. "But with your strength and skills in martial arts," his father gestured to the trophies lining the wall, "it would give you a large advantage not even adding your physical strength. All you would have to do is gain a couple pounds, and you could keep working out so no one will even notice. Give it some thought over night." His father said, trying to coherce him. "Good night!" his parents said in unison. * * * * * * The next morning on the way to school he told his friends about his decision. Yoshi, his best friend who had always been on the chubby side, said. "You know big guys can have a lot of muscle and still have good health and be athletic if they still work out." "Well I would do it, it sounds like good money and you could do it easily" His other friend Ashitaka commented. "Well when you put it that way, it does sound good. Okay, I'll do it, but only if you guys will help me though, OK?" "OK!" They agreed. * * * * * * The next week, Konshi was sent to a sumo stable in Nagasaki to learn sumo and to continue schooling. He went home during a 3 day weekend every month. "Welcome Konshi, I am Master Ru are you willing to put in the commitment it takes to become a Rikishi? The Effort? The pain? The weight (Ru chuckles to himself.)?" "Yes Sir!!" Konshi said with enthusiasm. "All right now take of your clothes down to your boxers and let me take a look at you." Master Ru demanded. Konshi slowly took of his shirt revealing a beautifully sculpted set of abs, with massive leg and arm muscles form years of weight training. "Impressive. It is good that you are strong, but you need weight to keep your center of balance and back the muscle. It will be very hard work if you wish to compete in the tournament 10 months from now, but if you try, you can do it! Now go to your room and start eating, get a good nights rest. Training will begin tomorrow. You will be provided with food at all times. * * * * * * In his room he found a large bed, some furniture and a large kitchen. Upon entering, he saw a large pot of steaming fish and potato stew. He sat down and started eating. It was delicious: he ate 1 large bowl which quickly turned into 6. * * * * * * An hour and a half later the mammoth stew pot was empty and Konshi was laying on his bed moaning, rubbing his over-stuffed belly. Soon, 2 people entered and without question refilled the pot, leaving behind several jugs of creamy milkshake. "Dinner is served!" the monk said, leaving the room. Konshi soon went to bed, falling asleep in his boxers which were stretched to snapping on his over-inflated gut. * * * * * * Over the next 8 months Konishi ate without hesitation the massive feasts 6 times a day while in between dozing and gorging doing exercises to increase his sumo skills and mass. * * * * * * He went home and when his friends saw him they were amazed. When he stripped to his boxers so they could help him they stared open jawed. Konshi had gained a lot of weight since last month, and he found it was getting harder to walk. Running was definitely out of the question . When he did do it, it was ridiculous, his legs struggled to pass each other, his thighs slapped together, his belly bounced all over the place - everything jiggled and he was out of breath within seconds. As he took of his clothes he got to work. First Konshi took off his too-tight shirt. Glad to have the tension the shirt had put on his belly gone, he let his stomach push out full force, resting on two thirds of his large, dimpled thighs. Konshis large male breasts fell to rest on his huge belly. He tossed the shirt onto a nearby chair. Then, he reached under his belly, and started to undo the button on the jeans. But Konshi soon realized it would be a little hard. The jeans were just too tight around his waist. Sucking in, he tried again, but the stupid button would not go through the stupid hole. This wasn't good. . "Well…I…sort of…can't get the button undone on my jeans…can you guys help?" he mumbled. They started walking over. He sucked in (not like you could tell) and lifted up his belly for them to see the button. "Could you just hold your stomach up a little more?" Ashitaka requested as he looked for the button. Konshi leaned back so it would be easier for him. He reached out and began to fiddle with the button until finally he felt the release of the tight jeans. With some trouble, he sat back up, dropped his belly back down, and the heavily got off the chair. He waddled over to the corner and struggled to pull the jeans down over his butt, then finally got them down onto the floor, revealing his way too tight boxers, riding up between his legs. His thighs drooped heavily over his knees, and my calves were quite large, with no muscle whatsoever. He leaned down to pick up the jeans, and unconsciously grunted from the surprising weight of his belly pulling him down. Wow, he had really gotten bigger recently! Konshi knew what they were thinking as they watched him, sitting there, his huge thighs pressed tightly together, his butt spilling across a good portion of the bedt, his massive belly resting in between his legs, his chins resting on his upper chest; They were thinking that he was too fat. "All right kid, let's see how tall you are and how much you weigh. 51…OK, now weight," he said after a few seconds. He waddled to the scale. Once he was on, they began pushing the small square thing over further and further to the right …200…250…300…309…and then it came to rest…on 317. "317 pounds, Konshi." You need to gain a lot in order to qualify for the 350 class. We'll help you all we can, ok?" * * * * * * "Have another piece of pie, Konshi . It won't be fresh if it sits all night." Konshi groaned as his friend offered the big coconut-cream pie with its swirls and mounds of whipped cream topping. He had already eaten one huge slice, and while it tasted so GOOD, his belly felt as though it were about to explode. He was stuffed so full he could hardly move. The button had busted on his jeans halfway through this massive meal, and now the zipper had broken too. He tried to remember all he had eaten... the dinner had been both huge and delicious. Let's see, he thought, while gazing at the pie and wanting more but not sure if he could eat it... there had been a big salad topped with ranch dressing (his favorite), followed by a chicken-fried steak all smothered with rich brown gravy. There had been mountains of mashed potatoes -- also with plenty of tasty gravy -- along with buttered green beans and dinner rolls... and plenty of butter on those. And he must have drunken a whole quart of milk. Last, there had been a monster slice of that sweet creamy coconut pie... not a cheap one either, but bought at the gourment bakery shop where they only used the best ingredients. And now his friends were offering him another! "I guess I can eat another piece." His friend smiled and sliced a huge wedge for him. "I'll get you another glass of milk to go with it." Konshi burped and said "excuse me", then started on the pie. It was so GOOD... even though his belly was stretched to the Max and pleading with him not to eat any more. He didn't mind getting fatter -- he had always thought being fat was cool -- and he felt really good; but it WAS getting harder to walk very far or even climb the stairs to his room. He supposed he was getting so fat so fast that his muscles couldn't keep up with his mass. He soon finish the second huge slice of pie. He had to force down the last of his milk, and his belly felt ready to bust. He burped again and said "excuse me". He felt so full he wasn't even sure he could get out of the chair, but somehow he managed it. He had to hold his jeans up with one hand because the button and zipper were broken now. His belly felt like it would drag on the floor, though of course it didn't...At least not yet! Source: http://www.bigguts.com/forum/showthread.php?t=1478 | |
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