“Okay, yeah, I can see that working.” Yumi nodded along. It made sense to you, for sure. Granted, you knew nothing about sumo, aside from what you had found from Kimiko via osmosis, nor did you have any idea who these ‘old contacts’ might be. But experienced people were surely the best people to help out a struggling organisation, right?
“Of course, I need to figure out some kind of compensation incentive….” Kimiko scratched her head, frowning at the paper in her hands. “There are reasons why none of them went pro, after all. Yumi, what are the finances like? I see some figures here….”
For the rest of the car ride, the conversation turned to boring discussion about the monetary situation, rent prices, and so on and so forth. Nothing to keep your attention, for sure. You were beginning to doze off, the steadily passing scenery, full of text that you had to concentrate to read, combined with the steady rumble of the car, was lulling your jet-lagged mind to sleep. It wasn’t long before you dozed off, drifting into a light sleep, head filled with images of Kimiko and other similarly-sized gals in their revealing sumo attire, pushing and slapping at each other…..
***
“...ey!....Hey!”
“Wake up, potchari bani!”
You were awakened by the calls of your wife and sister-in-law, the car just coming to a stop. Kimiko’s hand was on your shoulder, shaking you awake. That soft influence was enough to make your body jiggle, breasts bouncing in your bra cups. As your eyes opened, you just caught Kimiko’s dart away from your chest. Although you weren’t showing any cleavage, with curves like yours, it made no difference. Kimiko’s weren’t the only eyes wandering. As soon as you could see, your vision dialled in on the way your wife’s belly was wobbling on her lap, soft fat covering the overburdened button on her jeans. You were already anticipating the moment you could free it and really go to town.
Was jet lag supposed to make you horny?
“Eyes up, rabbit.” Kimiko rolled her eyes, as if she wasn’t equally guilty. “We’re here.”
You tore your eyes away from Kimiko to survey the scene in front of you. Through the windows, you could see the traditional Japanese mansion, a sprawling, single-storey complex that housed the Mosushi sumo dojo. The wooden structure looked elegant, refined, as though it could be in a museum as a monument to historic architecture. The same could not be said, however, of the moder, two-storey outbuilding behind it, with it’s clear western influence and boring, boxy aesthetic. You wondered why on earth such a thing had been allowed within the walls. It wasn’t ugly, really. On a standard street, you would even call it charming. But, next to the stark beauty of the mansion, it was almost an eyesore.
“I can see your thinking, potchari bani. You’re wondering about the house, aren’t you?” Yumi looked over her shoulder, parking the car seemingly at random.
“Well, yeah, I guess.” You rubbed your neck, undoing the seatbelt with minor difficulty. Both you and Kimiko breathed identical sighs of relief as your expansive bodies were free of safety straps. “It just looks odd.”
“Yeah, I know. But trust me, you’ll get used to it. After all, it’s our home for the next…..however long.” Kimiko said. “All three of us.”
You blinked in surprise. “Really? We’re not living in there?” You pointed to the mansion.
“Nope.” The rest of her sentence was broken up by her getting out of the car. Just because she had a great deal of buried muscle, did not mean her body was any less cumbersome. She still needed to shuffle around in order to get her legs out of the car, the whole vehicle lurching as her weight left it. You, of course, fared worse. Every bounce towards to open door was followed by a pause and huff of breath, By the time you were ready to step out, Kimiko was already offering a helping hand.
“I could have got out myself, you know.” You huffed indignantly, despite the assistance being very much welcome.
“I know. But I wanted to help.” You shared a small kiss, before Kimiko returned to her previous monologue. “The mansion looks nice, but it’s not somewhere you’d want to spend every day. The heating is practically nonexistent, and there’s no real beds, either. One thing I can’t go back to is sleeping on a futon. Plus, when training starts, you’ll find no space in there, at any time of the day. Trust me, we’re better off in Yumi’s house.”
“I’ve already got your room set out. With an extra big bed, too.” Yumi laughed and clapped you on the back, making you stagger. “Come on. Let’s get you unpacked.”
It was almost laughable how little help you were in the process of taking your luggage into the house. Yumi comfortably carried your big suitcase, as well as dragging Kimiko’s. Kimiko herself carried an overstuffed rucksack, and a large handbag. And you? You carried the little satchel that barely fit over you anymore, with nothing in it aside from a few toiletries and a bottle of water. But, when you dropped it with the rest of your luggage in the upstairs bedroom, you were quite out of breath. That only got worse as you and Kimiko set about stowing your clothes and other items, to the point Kimiko was starting to take over unpacking your luggage as well as her own. You couldn’t help it, though.. With your heaving chest and bulging belly, bending over was a cautious affair. And your underworked thunder thighs weren’t built for speed of any kind.
And, without wanting to be ungrateful, the room wasn’t exactly spacious for you and your sumo wife.
So, now that you’re unpacked, what’s next?
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