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Ophion gazed across the Tokyo skyline from his high rise, mulling some thoughts over while he passed the afternoon. It had been a year since he and the other tycoons had clashed with the summoning guild, but there always seemed to be some commotion going on in the city that he could keep his eye on. His moment of introspection was interrupted though, as a call came through on the intercom for him.“Mister Ophion? We got an unlabelled package here for you, would you like us to send it up for you? Our inspectors told us it wasn’t dangerous when they took it in” said one of his subordinates, voice muffled a bit through the speaker.Pressing the button on the machine to respond, the tycoon said “Send it to my office. It had better not be a waste of my time.”“Y-yes, sir! We’ll get it to you right away!” stammered the voice through the intercom, abruptly hanging up.The dragon didn’t have to wait long for a gentle rapping on the door to call him over, a white box left at his door when he opened it. Mysterious was an apt description for it, the package showing no signs of who it was from or what it contained, outside of its relatively light weight in Ophion’s hands. Taking the box back into his office, he set it onto the center table and opened it, scowling at what greeted him.A large mawashi was the sole content of the box, just as blank and unassuming as what it came in. ‘Hmph, this is a sorry excuse for a joke, is this person trying to imply I’m heavyset and brutish?’ thought the tycoon to himself as he got ready to scorch the box on the spot. But just as he inhaled to finish the deed, a sense of morbid curiosity washed over him, almost as if an unseen force was compelling him to investigate it further.“Pah, surely there must be some hidden meaning to this” muttered the dragon to himself as he set the box back down and pulled out the mawashi. He checked everything about it from top to bottom, not finding anything that even remotely hinted towards its purpose. His face reddened as the idea to try wearing the mawashi settled into his mind, all his previous theories about the item bearing no fruit. Sighing, he went around his office to make sure that the door was locked and that the blinds completely blocked the windows.Undressing himself, he set his clothes onto the chaise lounge next to the table and pulled the mawashi up over his hips. The fabric was silky smooth and warm, but it was barely holding up on his trim frame, his tail keeping it from falling back off of him entirely if he moved around too much. He could understand why sumo wrestlers would want to wear something like it, the garment being cushiony and more comfortable than the likes of a fundoshi.A little while into his foray of donning the mawashi though, he could feel that somehow, it was fitting better on him despite him not adjusting it any. Looking down to see if perhaps it was constricting itself around him in some sort of trap, he let out a growl in shock as he noticed what was happened. The mawashi wasn’t getting tighter, he was simply growing wider for some strange reason. He watched in a panic as he saw the definition of his abs begin to vanish under a thin layer of fat.He tried his hardest to push to mawashi back off of him, but it was as if it was glued to his hips now, refusing to budge in the slightest as his thighs slowly began to fill it out more. Cursing under his breath, he desperately pulled at the fabric to no avail, frustrating him even further. ‘Is this the work of some guild?’ he thought to himself, possible candidates for whoever sent the box rushing through his head as he tried to make sense of the situation.The more that he tried to think about it though, the cloudier his mind seemed to become, the dragon’s desire to take the mawashi back off quickly waning as he started to become lightheaded. His mind wandered for a moment before he started to think about what it might be like to actually be a sumo wrestler. He had always had some amount of respect for them, taking their training so diligently and going so far as to alter their own bodies to excel at their career.He supposed that he looked a little bit like a sumo wrestler as-is, standing there completely unclothed outside of the mawashi, and having a rounded-out middle that stuck out in front of the rest of him just a little bit. He remembered watching a heavyset bear display his strength and discipline when the tycoons were directly involved with the summoning guilds back then. “That could be you” echoed a faint, fuzzy voice in his head, seemingly coming out of nowhere.‘It could be…’ thought Ophion to himself. He didn’t fully comprehend what was said, the words seeming to slip through his fingers almost instantly. Not only was he feeling noticeably bigger, but when he looked at himself, he was in awe at what greeted him. It had only been a couple of minutes at most, but his body had already changed considerably. Any definition on his frame was masked by soft pudge, his arms having a slight tinge of extra thickness to them and his belly beginning to stick out enough that it began to cover up his legs when he was peering down. Wanting to get a better look at his changing self, he walked over to the wall mirror on the far wall, his newfound weight bouncing with every step he took.“Do you like what you see?” rang out the strange voice in his head a second time. It was a bit more clear to him this time, the idea of him liking what was happening sticking to his thoughts more prominently.‘I do…’ thought the steadily unbecoming tycoon, his mentally slowly shifting from his normally haughty and professional self into a more rough around the edges persona, like the sumo wrestlers in the Ryogoku district. His mind seemed to cloud over as he watched himself changing in the mirror, his eyes beginning to change color slowly, shifting between undertones of bright neon colors as the voice in his head slowly grew more clear and comprehensible. Staring at his reflection, the dragon huffed shortly as he subconsciously laid his hands beneath the burgeoning curve of his belly. He could feel it slowly expanding in his palms, the soft flesh feeling like mochi dough in between his fingers as he pressed his hands into it. He hefted up his belly a couple of times, dropping it and watching the expanding mass jiggle around. Even if his hips and thighs weren’t keeping up with the rest of his growth, his gut would have held the mawashi in place by this point, its overhang managing to pin the fabric in place slightly.“Do you want more?” said the voice in a more directive tone, placing emphasis on the “more”.Ophion nodded. It wasn’t like anything he had ever experienced before, but there was a part of him that desperately wanting it to keep going. The image of himself as a massive sumo wrestler imprinted itself into his mind, and his body began to change further to reflect his desires. Though the voice wasn’t in control of him, the simple act of ogling his reflection was enough to keep him completely drawn into the changes.Long gone was the tight angular shape of his jaw, his cheeks having rounded out and a thick band of pudge layering itself around his neck. Despite the considerable amount of muscle he had built up on them, his arms had grown flabby, the fat over his biceps sloshing around whenever he moved his hands to feel up the other parts of his body. His chest had grown a fair bit as well, each one his moobs spreading outwards and down a bit as they rested on his increasingly enormous middle. Even something as simple as standing up was feeling a bit strange for the dragon, with his center of mass constantly shifting around as his body practically ballooned with extra fat. Though his belly was very much pulling his center of mass forward, it was consistently offset by his expanding backside and tail. It was a bit of a surprise to Ophion, he didn’t even know that he was capable of gaining weight there, and yet his tail was easily twice as big around as it was before he put the mawashi on. It was sinking down lower with every few pounds that settled onto it, over halfway down his impressively thick legs and almost as wide as the rest of his frame.His belly appeared to be receiving the brunt of the weight he was gaining, being the focus of his body even with how heavy the rest of him was becoming. It was well past the point of a simple beer gut, sticking out over a foot past the rest of him and sinking down past the band of his mawashi, pinning it down firmly. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of his transformation, every time that he looked himself over, there was something new that he noticed, something that wasn’t there before.He had already gained what must have been a hundred extra pounds, if not two hundred, but there was a part of him that was feeling like something was missing. Sure, he had spectated a number of sumo matches, but he lacked the in-depth understanding of the sport worked as a participant in it. Without a partner to guide him and lacking the intimate knowledge of sumo for engaging in the practice on his own, he felt almost a little listless as he struggled to mentally fit himself into the fantasy.Almost as if right on cue, the mysterious voice echoed out again, giving him an order this time instead of a simple suggestion: “Begin by fixing your mawashi. It is meant to be placed on top of your belly, not be covered up by it.”Doing what he was told without hesitation, the former tycoon automatically wrapped his hands around the band of the mawashi and pulled it up past the outward curve of his belly. It was such a simple action and yet, it made Ophion feel like he fit the role so much more. He wasn’t quite sure why he gave in to the voice so readily, his mind still feeling foggy from the transformation. Normally he would adamantly fight against another person giving him orders, but there was some form of complacency washing over the dragon. He still had no idea what the voice was, where it came from, or even what its goals were, but there was an odd sense he had where he wanted to follow along with it. After all, it had yet to be wrong so far, and he couldn’t lie to himself that he necessarily disliked the direction he was going.‘It’s… it’s not giving in. I’m just…’ thought Ophion to himself as a part of him subconsciously fought against it, but it was too late as his mind started to slip and his willpower gave way. The voice became more crisp and focused, almost as if it had taken over for his consciousness completely. The undertones of his eyes began to change as well, the bright colors forming concentric circles as he became hypnotized under the spell of the disembodied rikishi.“We will begin by improving your stance. Stand with your legs further apart to keep yourself stable and bend your legs a bit to lower your center of mass to make it harder for your opponent to move you” instructed the voice.Ophion didn’t need to be asked twice, his thighs had begun to press up against each other tightly while he stood upright, so having extra space between them was ideal considering the fact he was still growing larger as the time passed. Shuffling his feet apart, his whole frame jiggled around as he repositioned himself, squatting slightly and resting his hands on his tree trunk thighs, the sides of his belly brushing up against his arms by a hair.“Very good. You can feel how much more imposing you are in this stance; with all of your weight it will be difficult for your opponent to move you” explained the voice. “Now that you understand the basic stance, we can begin by teaching you the next exercise which is the Shiko stomp.”The dragon knew what the technique was, but how to perform it was another issue itself and for a moment he just remained in his squatted position before the voice gave him further direction:“First, raise your leg high into the air, make it as close to ninety degrees as you can. Then slap your raised thigh and return to your squatting position.”Lifting his leg up, Ophion’s face reddened as he struggled to maintain his balance, especially since he wasn’t used to being quite so big yet. He did his best to maintain his composure, and though he did wobble around on his leg a bit, he managed to get his raised leg up as high as he could, slapping it quickly before he immediately lowered it and tried to recover his balance.Huffing heavily, the voice rang out in the dragon’s head once again: “A very good first attempt, but you must practice it further. Have more conviction in your movement and make it all in one smooth action. Feel how your body moves with it and understand the strength behind it.”Hardening his resolve, he pumped himself up psychologically and returned to his starting stance, feeling a little heavier than the first time. Raising his leg, he could feel as the weight on his frame shifting around as gravity pulled his gut downwards while the rest of his body tilted to the side. Despite having a considerable amount of strength from his muscles underneath his padding, it wasn’t enough to help him perform the difficult exercise with ease.Gritting his teeth and slapping his thigh with confidence from managing to keep his balance this time around, he stomped his foot back down and smoothly returned to the squatting position. He wasn’t particularly forceful about it, but it was enough to send a wave of movement across his body, his many rolls jiggling around for a moment before finally coming back to rest.Revelling in how quickly he managed to pick up on the technique, Ophion proceeded to do the exercise a few more times, it becoming easier with every attempt he made. Not even the slow and steady growth he was still experiencing was enough to throw him off, the dragon quickly adapting to the changes in his size and weight. The surge of confidence welling up him prompted the voice to give him some more direction:“Very good. While you’re in position, the next exercise we’ll do is ‘suri-ashi’, a technique where you can close the distance with your opponent while making it difficult for them to counter you” instructed the voice. “Keep yourself low, but move forward by sliding your feet along the ground with your arms to keep yourself in control.”Turning himself back to the center of the spacious office, Ophion took the movement slow at first, letting himself get used to the flow of the technique. While he shifted his legs forward, his belly bumped up against his thighs while they moved up against it. As he shuffled himself across the room, he could feel the end of his thick tail dragging along behind the rest of him much more prominently than what he was used to. It shouldn’t have been surprising though, as the appendage must have been thicker around now than his whole body was prior to donning the mawashi.“Good. Now turn around and try to move even faster this time. Think about leaving your opponent to openings to strike back against you.”The fledging sumo wrestler picked up on the technique with impressive speed, and was more than ready to try the exercise to its full potential. Being several hundred pounds heavier wasn’t much of an issue for the dragon as he managed to slide himself across the room with a speed that most people his size wouldn’t be able to achieve. He could feel the power behind the exercise, and was sure that he would do well against an opponent in a real match.Back in front of the mirror, Ophion had to do a brief double-take as his eyes met his reflection once again. He knew that he had been growing over the past few minutes still, but hadn’t anticipated that he would have changed quite so much. If he was in “fat” territory before he became hypnotized, he was well into “superchub” territory now.A pair of undeniably round cheeks decorated the sides of his face, with a plump second chin resting under his jaw. While he stood there, his arms had to rest at an angle against the thick side rolls of his moobs and love handles. His whole frame looked almost spherical, being just as wide as he was tall at that point, with a pair of large wings and a heavy tail sticking out behind the rest of him. The whole image was practically hypnotizing in itself, drawing his attention in and making him idly grab handfuls of his doughier self.His brief moment of distraction was interrupted by the voice in his head telling him to do another exercise: “You are looking much closer to the part of a proper sumo wrestler, all you need to do is master the techniques and finish my training. Next, you will be performing ‘mata-wari’, to help keep you flexible in face of your size. Begin by sitting on the floor.”Ophion wasn’t quite sure what being on the floor had to do with sumo, but he had done some yoga in his free time before, and assumed that this is what the flexibility must come from. There wasn’t anything in the general area for him to use to gingerly let himself down, but he knew that he was much more cushioned now, so he simply dropped himself to the floor. As he landed, the whole office shook from the impact, including Ophion as his belly and chest bounced a couple times afterwards.“Now that you’re in position, spread your legs apart as far as you can, as if you’re doing a split. Then, bend yourself as far forward as you can, touching your feet with your hands.”Unlike the previous exercises, the dragon was unsure on how well he might succeed at this one, considering the amount of bulk that was in the way. But backing down wasn’t an option in his mind, and he proceeded to stretch his legs apart as far as he could make them. The position proved to be a bit precarious though, as even when he was sat upright, his belly was already set on the floor in front of his legs. Not about to give up, he bent forward as much as he could, his torso smooshing itself into his gut as he managed to bend himself over halfway at best. Regardless of his ability to fully complete the exercise, he could feel his muscles stretching the way they were supposed to, increasing his flexibility ever so slightly.Undeterred by his belly being in the way, Ophion proceeded to get repeat the exercise a few times, trying his hardest to maximize the benefit he got out of it. Despite only being able to stretch himself so far, he considered it something of a success, feeling his muscles limbering up and more flexible than he was before.“Excellent job. Now all you need to do is get back up for the final exercise and you may make a promising sumo wrestler yet.”Getting up the way he was used to would prove to be impossible for the dragon, his belly getting in the way once again as he attempted to heave himself up normally. Though a small stroke of genius crossed his mind as he thought about just how far his belly was sticking out in front of him. Repositioning himself slightly, he rolled himself over onto his middle and pushed himself up and onto his feet. He needed to take a moment to regain his balance, but once he was back on his feet he received his final command:“We will finish with the ‘koshi-wari’, to help finalize your training. It will solidify the idea to maintain your stance and keep your muscles ready to move. Start in your standing position with your feet at shoulder width and squat, raising your arms upwards at the end.”Spreading his legs apart, the dragon readied himself as the technique almost seemed to etch itself into his memory before he had even tried it once. Instinctively, he began to squat, the base of his tail and his belly nearly touching the floor as he lowered himself. As he raised his arms, the extra weight on his arms jiggled and sunk down partway past the sides of his massive moobs. He repeated the exercise a few more times, a look of pride written clearly on his face as he felt himself coming together.The dragon that was staring back at him through the mirror was a far cry from the Ophion that stood there just before he went down to pick up the package. His limbs were filled out with a considerable amount of extra fat, and his chest by itself was so big around that it was going to make buying shirts an impossibility without a specialized tailor. His backside could have easily taken up four chairs, if not for the fact that his tail was stuck right behind it, rendering any seating with a backrest useless for the behemoth of a dragon.Ophion’s belly was the crown jewel of his new self though, being impossible to miss by anyone who looked at him. It stuck out a couple feet past the rest of him, save for his mammoth breasts that rested on top of its ample mass. The dragon’s middle was just as wide as his shoulders were, and was perfectly soft and rounded, fitting his image for an ideal sumo wrestler. The more that he checked himself out, the more perfect everything seemed about it to him.The transformation wasn’t quite completed yet though, as the dragon’s mind began to clean up the last bits of the old Ophion that would get in the way of his new career as a sumo wrestler. His memories and personality from being one of the Roppongi tycoons began to wash away as his dreams and ambitions changed over to suit his current self more.Whatever was left of the air of superiority he had was replaced with a sense of competitive confidence. After completing his exercises, he felt like he could take on whatever opponent came his way, and he had already mentally begun to plan out how he was going to open a stable in Roppongi to hone his craft even further.Giving himself one last look-over in the mirror, Ophion readjusted his mawashi slightly and let out a resounding “DOSUKOI!”, his triumphant shout echoing through the office and psyching himself up. Before he could do anything else though, his stomach let out a small rumble. Walking over to the office’s phone, he dialed the number for a local catering business; “I need a custom order for as much chanko nabe as you can make, I’m going to be spending the next month training and I’m going to need it” ordered the sumo wrestler, looking forward to his new life. ................
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