roommate.”
Sam was in awe of the huge mass of flesh before his eyes. At 712 pounds, Sam thought he was a big boy, but he was nothing compared to this behemoth. This mountain of man sat shirtless, his huge, distended belly dominating his figure, stretching farther in front of him than he could reach. This man was all gut! Judging by the numbers of empty plates stacked around him, Sam could tell he had been there for quite a while. But Sam couldn’t help but wonder -- just how big was he?
“…er. Hi. Nice to meet you. I’m Sam,” shaking the eighth wonder of the world’s hand.
“Dan here. Looks like we’ll be living together, eh?”
“Heh…I suppose…”
Sam trailed off wondering what structure could possibly contain these two heavyweights. Dan wasn’t too bad looking of a guy, once you got past the initial shock of his size. He was pretty boyish looking, relatively hairless, perhaps 25 or so, with nice features (dirty blond hair and ice blue eyes, a big plus in Sam’s book!) and pretty soft-spoken for a guy bigger than a woolly mammoth.
Dan put a chubby hand on his belly and rubbed it back and forth. Sam was mesmerized by the ripples of flesh that ebbed and flowed with each motion, a sea of fat.
Laying back in his chair, smiling and content, Dan said, “Well, I suppose you better eat up, little guy. You’re going to need to get a hell of a lot bigger if you’re going to have any chance in Friday’s competition.”
Sam was perplexed. “Competition?”
Dan flashed Sam a thousand kilowatt smile, “It’s about time you got acquainted with Testosterton’s favorite sport – sumo wrestling.”
“Sumo wrestling?! But….I…..” Sam trailed off. Sumo wrestling? Like most people, he had watched it and few times on late-night television, more or less for the spectacle of watching 500-pound elephants crash into each other. Never in his life would he have dreamed that he himself would be one of those guys.
“Yeah, we adopted it from the Japanese. Took a lot of the ceremonial aspect out of it, but that’s cultural exchange for you!”
The images of mawashi-clad men grappling one another kept flashing before him. Could he pull it off? Him? In a mawashi? “I….I….”
Dan looked into Sam’s eyes and smiled, causing Sam to completely melt on the inside. “The mayor thought you had potential, so he put me in charge of training you to be a prize-winning yokozuna”.
“But, I don’t know anything about the sport!”
Dan let forth a laugh. “You haven’t been around here long, I see. You’re looking at the biggest, baddest sumo wrestler ever to grace Testosterton’s soil. I’ve been the undisputed yokozuna for quite some time now. If anyone can show you the ropes, it’s me.”
Sam stared at him. He could see how he was the biggest…. He cheekily interjected, “Wow. I’m in the presence of a walking god then, aren’t I?”
Dan chuckled, “You could say that.” He gave his weather-balloon sized belly a huge slap, sending an ocean current of flesh in motion. “Isn’t this thing huge enough to prove myself? Last time I checked, I was over 1050 pounds. That was before this light snack here,” said Dan, gesturing to the destruction before him. He gave Sam a wink.
At least 1050 pounds. Sam’s eyes widened at the immensity of the number, and of Dan’s size.
“I don’t know, I’m not sure if I’m ready to start sumo training,” Sam said.
“Come on, what are you? 650? 700? You’re already bigger than most guys who have been at it for years. Besides, where else can you get paid to consume the food and beer you could ever want, nap as a part of your training routine, and grapple with the biggest guys in the land?”
“Well, now that you put it that way….”
At that moment, the food came. It seemed like the “snack” that Dan had previously alluded to really was indeed a snack! To the groans of delight from his huge stomach came platter upon platter of food! Every sort of dish he could imagine was there. It was a parade of waiters, each bringing more plates than the previous. The final touch was one rolling out a keg of beer.
Noticing Sam’s delight and surprise, Dan chimed in with, “Get used to it. After a hard round of training in the morning, you’ll be able to polish this off in no time. I myself have gone through many rounds during one sitting. The beer? Feel free to drink as much as you can. You need a solid belly for when you get into the ring. Pretty soon, your gut will look like mine!” With that, he gave his huge belly a few slaps to show off his size. “Come on, eat up, I’ll explain everything there is you need to know about Testosterton’s version of sumo. Afterwards, we’ll go out for some pizza…”
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