Prima the 5th sumo Chap 9
Lost in thought regarding her recent visions Prima had eaten absentmindedly until every last morsel placed in front of her was gone. Prima then rose from the table and suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder and then glanced up. “What is it, honored mentor?” “I think it’s time.” Shemo said with a giggle as Prima realized that as a consequence of the feast she’d just polished off she’d finally packed her kimono to the breaking point. The once whole robe had split and tore across numerous seams revealing her massive muscles and curves. “You still have much to learn, but I believe you have learned all you can within the sanctuary of this temple. Come, it is time to see the results of your hard work these past months.” Shemo said with a nurturing, almost motherly smile.Prima couldn’t help but feel a mixture of nervousness, excitement, and trepidation. Not long after arriving, Shemo had instructed her to avoid the temple’s full-length mirror, whose dimensions seemed tailor-made for sumo size proportions as well as the scale, and to focus on cultivating her skills and connection to the PHAT, not the day-to-day changes in her physique.Over the course of her time at the temple, she had rarely strayed from this instruction.“Is that ... really me?” Prima exclaimed the juxtaposition of what she was seeing, really emphasizing to her how much her voice had modulated. Between her vocal cords being insulated by a significant influx of fat and muscle as well as her new sumo proportions greatly reducing the visible length of her neck, not to mention all the growing up she’d done this year, her youthful, sassy tones had become noticeably huskier and more mature similar to her mentor’s. Save for her new hairstyle, the sumo staring back at her was an identical doppelganger to her nightmare self from almost a year ago. After months of training, feasting, and spiritual development, the old Prima was physically speaking no more. Whatever remained of her was buried beneath roughly 300 pounds of sumo size and power. In her place stood a being who had grown to roughly the same height as Shemo, with similar proportions. They both stood proud with massive top-heavy frames, huge breasts, big wide cushiony bellies, thick stubby legs, and long powerfully built arms. Save for their ages and skin tones the primary difference between them being their attire. Prima wore a distinct striking purple compared to Shemo’s feminine pink.In addition to her enhanced size Prima was taken aback by her new looks in general. Between the influx of weight and the experience of the past months her entire look and presence was different. The now 19 year old Prima had exchanged her previous youthful cuteness for the more mature beauty of hardened warrior. In short under her mentor’s tutledge these past months she had ripened from a wide eyed teen to a powerful and dare she say beautiful woman. Upon her return to Generic City she wondered if anyone would recognize her as the sumos’ slender sidekick.“Indeed it is, sumo sis.” Shemo said with a laugh. “What do you think?”“I look powerful! Like a super sized, super sexy sumotori!” Prima declared with joyful pride before the brief soaring of emotions she felt came crashing back to earth. The previous fear and dread Prima had felt about her seemingly sealed fate as a sumo had vanished. And yet, the newly minted sumotori didn’t find her heart soaring with joy at her reflection either, as she hoped she would by this point. The feeling in her heart was neither delight nor rejection, rather a cool acceptance of what was.“What troubles you, honored pupil? This should be a moment of celebration?” Shemo asked with evident concern in her voice.“Honestly, though, I believe wholeheartedly that the PHAT has brought me to this point for an important reason. I just can’t shake this small part of me that misses the old me that longs for the life I was leading before all this.” Prima explained.“That is understandable.” Shemo said, nodding with a sage expression. “Such disunion is perfectly natural for those who came to the ways of the PHAT later in life. Unfortunately, having never walked that path myself, there is little wisdom I can offer you. I can only say this in order to truly become a champion of the PHAT, you must overcome this mental roadblock stopping you from fully transitioning from your past to your future.”In spite of all of her training, Prima knew that a part of her still felt doubtful of her future as a Super Duper Sumo. In order to properly serve alongside her family, she knew she would have to overcome this self-doubt. While her waking mind had come to terms with her fate and fatness, her recent vision seemed to be proof that a part of her subconscious longed to return to her ‘normal’ self.“There is, however, I believe, someone who can help you.” Shemo said.Prima chuckled, still a little unused to her deeper belly laugh. “I think I know who you’re referring to. Thanks for all your help, Shemo. I hope one day I can somehow repay you.”“It was my honor, Prima, the 5th Sumoteer.” Shemo responded.With that, the two bowed slightly before giving one another a final, powerful butt bash, and Prima left the city on her yak, the smell having long since stopped having any effects on her nose, and began to head to Japan’s seldom-heard-of desert regions.After many hours of yak travel Prima finally unsaddled herself. As she stood with all of her height, her rounded, almost neckless head glanced up at the towering mountain that lay before her. Slowly, Prima waddled her way up the winding, worn pathway, her shortened, thickened thighs shaking the ground slightly with each stride forward. Hours later, she finally stopped, having reached the entrance of one cave in particular. Wiping the sweat from her brow with the back of a stouter arm, Prima peered inside.“Hello? Wisdom San? It’s me, Prima.”“Ah, Prima.” An ancient voice with the stereotypical accent of a Jewish New York City comedian echoed from inside the cave. “Come in, come in!”“Thanks, though I think perhaps we should skip our typical bear hug greeting. I’ve gone through a few changes since we last saw each other.”With slight trepidation, Prima made her way past the mouth of the cave, the passage hole to the spacious cave within, fortunately being spacious enough to accommodate her stout sumo figure. That made sense, given that it had been Kimo, Mamoo, and Booma’s home until they had come to Generic City in the States. “So, how has my favorite little niece been?” Wisdom San, the bearded blue-skinned master of the PHAT hovered into view, legs crossed. He had clearly been meditating before Prima had arrived. If he had noticed her complete transformation from twiggy sidekick to supersized sumotori, the wizen sumo master gave no sign of it. “Uh, I hope I’m still your favorite, but I don’t think I’m your “little” niece anymore. Don’t you notice anything different about me?” Prima asked, tilting her head as best she could now that her neck was under several layers of fat and density.“What? You mean the fact that you’re a full fledged sumo of the PHAT now? Of course not! To me you will always be that cute little girl with pigtails and a football-shaped head. Besides, truthfully I have long had a feeling that one day you would leave the sidelines and join your family in sumo heroics. After all, Prima, you are my niece!”“Why didn’t you warn me!?”Prima exclaimed.Wisdom San shrugged. “It was just one possible fate for you, bubbala. Always in motion, the PHAT is. If I’ve learned anything over the years, it’s our choices, more so than our girth, that makes us who we are. Besides, would you have really wanted the possibility of one day becoming a sumo yourself added to your teenage worries?”“No, not really...” Prima conceded, trying to imagine the stress of constantly weighing herself and worrying if she was some hijinks or simply a few big meals away from fattening up into a sumo. “So tell me, child, what do you think is the real reason why you’re here, besides visiting your favorite uncle, that is?” Wisdom San finished his sentence with a wink.For a long while, Prima stood silent in all of her wide, broad, fat glory as she thought her uncle’s question over.“I’m here for two reasons. Physically I feel ready to join the fight against evil and uphold the principles of the PHAT, but subconsciously, a small part of me refuses to move forward. It’s hung up longing for my old life and wondering what might have been if I remained how I was. I fear I cannot dedicate myself to the PHAT until I have reconciled this disharmony within myself.”Prima paused to collect her thoughts. “Beyond that, I guess I don’t even know what my role as a Super Duper Sumo is going to be. I mean, I’ve mastered the basics of Peace, Honor, and Truth, sure. But the boys are individual master of each of those aspects, and Shemo’s way better as a jack of all PHAT than I am.” Prima explained.“Hurm,” Wisdom San stroked his long white beard-body. “Yes, I see how that could be a final sticking point from your proper transformation from teenager to a proper sumotori warrior. You are right; you cannot bring balance to the world until there is balance within you. Your past and your present must reconcile if you are to truly move forward.”“How can I do that? It’s not as though I haven’t tried.” Prima responded. “I feel like I'm on the verge of a breakthrough but I just can’t reach it...”“I believe the PHAT can provide a way.” Wisdom San responded before putting his index and middle finger together and tapping her on the forehead. Suddenly Prima felt faint, and everything went dark....
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