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A wrestler has taken some time off to heal an injury, but her appetite and love for fatty foods makes it difficult to stay in shape...
A thing I wanted to write, starring a new character I've come up with. Hope you like her!
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Yuki propped herself up in her bed as the doctor walked up to her. A cat in a white shirt, clipboard in both hands. He didn't have a look of doom on his face, so she wasn't prepared for the worst.
"How does it feel now, Ms Shimoda?" he asked.
She looked at her right leg, her foot wrapped in a cast and strewn up in a sling. "A little stiff," she answered flatly.
"Well, I've taken a look at your X-ray," he went on, "and I have good news and bad news."
Yuki bit her lip. "What's the bad news?"
"The bad news is it's indeed a broken ankle."
She sighed. "And what's the good news?"
"The good news is it's only a broken ankle, and there's no serious muscle damage. You should be ready to have that cast off in about six weeks."
"Six weeks?!" Yuki sat up even more, eyes wide in terror. How was that the good news?!
"Six weeks of rest and a bit of light exercise," he added. "Perhaps stick to one short walk a day."
Yuki sulked. "Very funny."
Yukiyo Shimoda was a wrestler, and quite a gifted one if you believe the analysts. A dedicated athlete and a fine actor, she could perform a stirring promo and deliver a superkick in the same breath. It was finishing move, a moonsault stomp off the top rope that she called "Night Strike", that got her noticed by a talent scout for Beast Force Wrestling, the biggest promotion in the world. She was approached after a show with an offer for a contract, but it would mean leaving her country to live in America. A huge decision that required a lot of thought and planning. So naturally, she'd jumped at the chance.
Now, Yuki was a year into her career at BFW, and it was a great one so far. Good opportunities to show her skills and a rapidly growing fanbase around the world as well as back home in Japan. But it was during the previous night's house show in Ohio where things went awry. During a match with Shiver, she had gone for a Night Strike but she pulled her off the top turnbuckle and onto the ring canvas. Unfortunately for Yuki, the polar bear was as heavy as she was strong, and the diving senton drop that followed resulted in a crushed ankle due to bad positioning.
Yuki couldn't believe it. A dedicated athlete who wowed audiences across the world and was on her way to the BFW Women's Championship, and now she was being helped out of bed by a nurse and handed a pair of crutches. All due to a botched move.
A taxi ride, a plane journey and another taxi ride later, she was back home; an apartment in the middle of Manhattan, New York. For once she was glad the apartment had an elevator; the stairs would be awkward with crutches. The apartment wasn't the biggest or prettiest, but it had everything she needed; a warm bed, a fridge and a TV.
The first thing she did when she got home was take a look in the mirror. A young, fit tanuki with toned arms and legs looked back at her, wearing a sweatshirt and jeans, her right foot wrapped in a firm cast. Her auburn hair stopped at the shoulders and needed brushed, and her green eyes looked pretty pitiable. She looked helpless, and she hated it.
Nevertheless, she figured the world needed an update. She took out her phone and grinned, flashing the V-sign for a photo. She flopped down on her couch and wrote a post on her social media page.
@ YukiNuki
Took a bad fall last night, gonna be out for a while TwT; but I'll be back better than ever! (^_<)〜☆
She smiled and posted it with the photo, confident it would keep everyone reassured.
Yuki began her rest and recovery by answering messages from her coworkers. No one outside the BFW locker room would ever guess Shiver was actually one of the nicest women who would apologise up and down over the phone for five straight minutes. Yuki could barely get out that she wasn't mad at her about it.
Though, what was she going to do with herself apart from that? She couldn't train with a broken ankle. Not well, anyway.
grrruuuooorrrrr...
She looked down at her flat stomach as it let out a hungry growl. It was just past noon, and the breakfast she was given in the hospital wasn't the most filling. She slowly got onto her crutches and hobbled up to the small fridge to look inside. A microwaveable cheeseburger, a pack of chicken bits and some leftover pizza. The cupboards held chocolate bars and bags of chips. The cheeseburger caught her eye, and she took it out, grinning.
If there's one thing Yuki loved about America, it was the food. Burgers, fries, pizza, fried chicken, all prepared so quickly and for so little money! The sushi places weren't as good as back home, but they were close enough. It wasn't the ideal diet for a wrestler, but her metabolism and activity in a combat sport helped her burn those calories.
A minute later she was tearing into the burger, wondering what to have for dinner later.
---
Yuki slumped her head against the armrest and groaned. The TV was playing last night's episode of BFW Tuesday Night Shock that she'd recorded. Shiver was on TV, standing in the ring and gloating about how she'd taken out Yuki before declaring that she was going after the BFW Women's Championship.
"That should be me challenging Zara Rose," she huffed, then looked at her foot. "Shoganai," she sighed with a shrug, and flinched as she tried to test her ankle. It still hurt, but just a bit less. Hopefully she'd be back in time for Slamageddon.
She took another chomp of her chocolate bar as she watched. It had only been two weeks since she was forced into impromptu time off, and without a means to properly train with a bad foot, she was frighteningly bored multiple times in the day. She couldn't jog or hit the gym, and working her upper body was awkward with how important foot position was. The most exercise she got was hobbling around the apartment or rolling over on the couch or in bed. Though, getting up on her feet was a workout in itself with those accursed crutches.
With another groan, she sat up and turned off the TV. She had only seen the same walls for the past two weeks, and she couldn't take this anymore. She was going outside before she went mad from the lack of talking to actual people. Social media was fine, but she was fuelled by people's real life faces, darn it!
Cramming the last of the chocolate bar in her mouth, she hauled herself off the couch and limped into the bedroom to get dressed. She thought the doctor was joking about going on walks, but she really needed it now. With some considerable effort, she tugged on a pair of jeans, trainers, a T-shirt and a sweatshirt, tossing her sweatpants and nightie to the bed.
She frowned as she tugged her jeans and T-shirt. Was it just her, or did they feel pretty snug? She shook her head. "I'm just imagining things."
Smiling, she left the apartment and went downstairs, chomping on a jelly doughnut she took from the kitchen on her way out.
One good thing about time off was she got to meet some fans out on the street. She was stopped occasionally by a few people, some even kids, who wanted a quick autograph or a selfie with her, which she was happy to oblige with.
Another good thing was she had the freedom to do what she wanted, within legal limits of course. Of course, to Yuki, that meant treating herself. And not exactly with fancy clothes.
She grinned as she passed one of the many fast food places in the city. Burger Barn did the absolute best burgers in the city, at least in her opinion, and that doughnut didn't do much to fill a hole, so in she went. The smell of grease and meat made her mouth water and stomach growl. She was happy to see there wasn't too long a line, so she could get up to the counter fast.
"I'll take a Big Beef Barn Burger, please," she said, grinning.
"Would you like to make it a meal?" the cashier asked.
"Oh, yes," she chirped, tail wagging.
"And your drink?"
"A large soda," she said. "Wait, a chocolate shake. Um, no...actually, I'll have both!" she decided, licking her lips.
The best thing about fast food was, well, it was fast. Within minutes after Yuki scanned her card on the reader, she was given a big paper bag and two tall cups. She thanked the cashier and found a table to sit at, and fished out the cardboard box and flipped the lid open. A pair of large, puffy buns awaited her, with two patties, lettuce, tomato and sauce stuffed between them. She smiled and took a hearty bite, moaning with bliss.
Her good leg kicked under the table as she dug in, sauce and grease starting to dribble down her chin. She was sure a little lunch at Burger Barn wouldn't do any harm; she was getting her protein. And it had vegetables in it, after all. Fries were technically vegetables too. Protein and vegetables were vital to her rehab.
"Mmm," she sighed, cheeks stuffed with burger and some fries for good measure. Outside of wrestling, nothing gave her more joy than a mouth full of delicious food. "Oh, moving to America really was a good idea! They need to get more food like this back home!"
Her mind already began to wander as she thought of where to go when she was done. There was a nice diner nearby that did the best hot dogs, she just remembered. Then she could stop at Good Cluck and grab a big bucket for dinner. Maybe a quick stop back here for another Big Beef Barn Burger, too. And of course, what was dinner without cream doughnuts for dessert?
---
The six weeks went by a lot faster than Yuki expected, and she was sitting in a doctor's office getting the cast cut off. She was relieved her higher-ups at BFW had her information transferred to a hospital within Manhattan, so she didn't have to travel across the country for a pair of scissors.
Once the cast was pulled off, she rolled her ankle slowly and even tried walking on it. It was still a little sore, but she could put weight on it.
"Yatta!" She cheered, pumping her fist. "No more stupid crutches!"
"I will need to put this over your ankle, though," the doctor said, holding up a felt brace. "It's mostly healed, but it needs some support for just a little longer."
"How much longer?" the tanuki asked, sitting down and holding out her leg. Her tail flicked as she felt the brace tightening.
"I'd say to give it another month or so."
"Another month?" she groaned, slumping her arms. "Uso!"
"Plenty of time to get it ready for more strenuous exercise," he said, then looked her over. "Um, speaking of, perhaps I could recommend a light workout plan...?"
The past six weeks had not been kind to Yuki. Well, not her waistline, anyway. The tanuki had been taking 'resting her injury' a little too seriously and spending as little time off her feet as she could without going hungry or getting cabin fever. Combined with her tendency to stuff herself with fast food and sweets, this led to some rather predictable results.
A pair of large, round breasts strained the fabric of her T-shirt as they rested on the shelf of an ample belly which peeked out of the hem ever so slightly. Zipping up her sweatshirt was near impossible with all that in the way. Her upper arms, once toned, now sported a thick layer of hanging flab. A pair of thick love handles stuck out above a pair of orbular butt cheeks that made her several-sizes-too-small jeans ride down with every few steps. Her tail draped over the curvature of her buttocks, occasionally twitching and waggling. Her thighs were thick and meaty, squashing out in her seat. Her face was given a roundness thanks to her cherubic cheeks and a double-chin starting to peek out beneath her jaw.
"Eh?" Yuki blinked. "What do you mean?"
"What I mean," the doctor said, thinking carefully about his choice of words, "is that all that time relaxing your injury may have gotten you...a little out of shape."
"Oh, that's all?" Yuki asked, grinning brightly. "Don't worry about me, I'm a professional wrestler! Some time in the gym and I'll be ready to go in no time!"
The doctor watched as Yuki reached for her shoe, her breasts squishing against her face and arms as they stretched out. "Are you sure? It'd be no trouble at all."
"It's -oof- no problem, really," Yuki grunted, slipping her shoe back on. "Normal diets don't really work for me. I just need to get myself moving again!"
"Well, if you're sure," he relented. "But don't be afraid to call up for advice if you need it."
Soon, Yuki left the hospital, her hobbling reduced to a light limp and her stomach and breasts bouncing in her gait. She was determined now. With her ankle much better, she could do some real working out again. Hit the gym, get her cardio back up, get those muscles back into shape for her in-ring comeback.
"This is it," she said to herself, punching her palm and sending a ripple of flab through her body. "It's time to prepare for my comeback! Nothing can stop me now!"
grrrruuuoooooorrrrrrgle...
"Oh!" She muttered, putting a hand to her soft, round paunch. "Well, it wouldn't be healthy to work out on an empty stomach." Her face lit up with an eager grin. "I know just what to have!"
She hailed a taxi and climbed in, telling the driver where she wanted to go. The hospital was quite a ways from her neighbourhood, and she didn't want to overload her ankle so soon.
Besides, she didn't want to be exhausted for this!
Soon, she paid the driver and stepped out onto the street, smiling with wide eyes at her destination; Slice of Life, a family-owned pizzeria just around the corner from her place.
She went inside, a warm scent of cheese and dough hitting her and nearly making her faint in pleasure. "Mmm~!"
"Ah, Yuki," said the middle-aged cat woman behind the counter, "good to see you again, dear. What can I get you?"
The tanuki smirked. "I'll have the Family Meat Feast today. Make it stuffed crust, too."
A smile of amusement crossed the cat's face. "Ooh, what's the occasion?"
"I just got my cast off and got rid of those stupid crutches," she explained, "and I thought, what better way to celebrate than authentic New York pizza!"
"I like how you think," the woman said with a wink. "Want a drink with that?"
"A tall soda, please!"
"Coming right up. Have a seat, hon. This might take a little bit."
She happily obeyed and sat in a booth at the wall, stomach and chest wobbling violently from her flopping on the plush seat. Her soda arrived quickly, and she took a hearty swig while she waited. The other patrons barely gave her a second glance; she was far from being the largest woman in New York.
"Oooh, hurry up," she muttered, hands on her groaning stomach. "I can't wait much longer...!"
Soon, her patience was well rewarded. Two pizzeria workers emerged from the kitchen, working together to carry a humongous pizza over their heads like it was royalty. Yuki grinned ear to ear, causing her to squint from her squished cheeks as it was set down before her. It took up the entire table, its triple-cheese top peppered with sliced sausage, pepperoni, chicken breast, ham and shredded pork, topped with lines of barbecue sauce and coated with a shiny layer of grease for good measure. The crust looked extra plump, pumped full of cheese sauce.
Now this got the other customers' attention. As the name suggested, the Family Meat Feast was typically made for a family to share, and even then there tended to be leftovers with how filling the pizza base was. Yet here was this young tanuki, on her own, about to tear into it all by herself. A few had tried to do it alone, but so far no one had succeeded.
Yuki beamed and clapped her hands together, sending a violent wobble of flab through her breasts and stomach.
"Itadakimasu~!" she chirped, before lifting a slice, cheese oozing from its sides, and crammed in as big a mouthful as she could. "Mmm, so good~!"
Her loud chomps, slurps and moans of pure bliss caused a few other customers to watch, either in fascination or amusement. Chunks of meat, globs of cheese and drops of sauce dribbled down her chins and onto her chest. But still she ate, smiling and giggling with sheer bliss.
Licking her lips and stuffing the crust into her mouth, she looked down at the mess she was making of herself. "Oops." She casually picked off the mess and popped them in her mouth. "What is it they say here? Waste not want not?" she muttered, giggling.
Almost an hour went by, and a groaning, nauseous-looking Yuki gulped the last stuffed crust into her mouth. Her stomach was a rock-hard sphere, gurgling and churning dangerously when the last bite fell into it. She slumped back into her chair, face scrunched up as she rested her hands on it.
"Nanite kotoda," she whined under her breath. "Why did I think that was a good idea? Oh, I'm going to explode..."
"Goodness," said the older cat, as she and her husband helped the overstuffed tanuki onto her feet. "You're the first to ever finish the whole thing on your own!"
"I can see why," Yuki burped, ears lowered as she rubbed her poor, distended stomach. Every breath made her feel like she was going to explode. "Oohh..."
They helped her to the counter so she could pay - they said they'd let her have it for free as a reward for finishing it whole, but Yuki insisted on paying up - and she called a taxi to flop into and take her around the corner to her apartment.
She was so stuffed, but it was so worth it. She deserved a nice treat for dealing with crutches for so long. And she was sure a little more relaxing wouldn't hurt...
---
"Nani?" Yuki mumbled, staring at the number screen on her bathroom scale. "This thing must be broken, there's no way..."
She stepped off the scale and back on, just to be sure.
342.4
Biting her lip, she went to the bathroom mirror. Her reflection looked nothing like a wrestler. A pair of huge breasts hung on the shelf of her ample gut, which hung low over her crotch and stuck out by a few feet. Below her waist were a pair of massive, orbular buttocks that ate up the backside of her panties, each flanked by a thigh that could be adequately described as thunderous. A thick roll was starting to spill over her kneecaps, much like her upper arms over her elbows, both hiding those toned muscles to make her look like she'd never exercised a day in her life. Her face had a small, permanent squint thanks to her cherubic cheeks, and a constantly present double-chin that worked together with a thick tire of flab to hide her neck.
"Kuso," whispered Yuki, squishing her cheeks with her plump hands. "What happened to me? I haven't been eating that much, have I?"
Almost as if her brain wanted to hammer it in, a replay of memories played in her head over the past weeks. Memories of her sitting in fast food restaurants devouring burgers and fries, lumbering down the street with a bucket of fried chicken under her arm, lapping up soft serve ice cream and chugging soda in the park, cramming in chips and chocolate bars on the couch. She had even found a small place in a backstreet that served up little tastes of home - ramen, takoyaki, curry bread and yakisoba. All of which she practically ate by the kilogram.
"Oh." Her reflection blinked back at her. "Maybe I have been eating that much."
She lifted her phone off the toilet cistern and checked the date. Her heart sank. She was meant to return to the ring in two weeks, and there was no way she was going to lose over two hundred pounds by then. Not without liposuction, anyway, but like hell she was going to pay for that.
But still, look at her. She turned around, her huge butt wobbling from the effort. If she tried the Night Strike now, the turnbuckle would crumple underneath her like paper! She had to do something.
-- Hours later... --
"Ich, ni...san...sh-shi...!" Yuki flopped on her back. "Gah! Kuso..."
Ever since that morning, Yuki had been doing her best to exercise. She started trying to jog down the street, but doubled over after getting ten feet from the apartment building. After stopping at the corner store for a soda break, she decided jogging was a bit too much to start with, and went back home to try some stretches and strength exercises. Trying to touch her toes was a disaster since she couldn't even see them past the curvature of her overfed abdomen, not to mention the frequent bites of a chocolate bar she took between each attempt to 'keep her energy up'. Push-ups were a no-go, since her stomach wouldn't even lift off the ground with how unprepared her muscles were for handling such girth. And now, her fourth sit-up was a failure, leaving her sprawled out like a fluffy starfish with a bad case of water bloating. Her arms and legs burned, her fur damp with sweat as she gasped and wheezed for air.
Once she felt less like she was going to die, she pulled herself onto the couch and cracked open yet another bottle of soda, taking a hearty swig.
"It's no use," she sighed, "I'll never lose a single pound at this rate. I may as well see if they would let me enter sumo. I'm certainly big eno-..."
Her eyes shot wide open. She reached for her phone and typed into a search engine, her cherubic cheeks squishing up as a smirk crossed her face as she opened a website.
"Yatta!" she cheered. "This might work!"
---
"Yuki Shimoda has been out of action for a number of months, and she seemed to be back in top shape out there!"
"Well, she's definitely in a shape."
In the locker room, Yuki could overhear the currently airing episode of BFW Tuesday Night Shock on one of the nearby TVs. She had just finished her first match in months, having returned to a mixed reception from fans and coworkers alike. They were expecting a slim, perky, high-flying tanuki girl to run out to the ring in full condition; instead, they got a 345-pound butterball of fur, flab and muscle stomping down the ramp. Her swift, high-flying offence had been replaced with a power-centric, more sumo-like style, after she had looked up training regiments used by sumo wrestlers back home. Instead of losing weight, she sought to build up strength with weightlifting and a slightly healthier but still high-calorie diet. As a result, while she wasn't nearly as speedy as she used to be, she could still move surprisingly quick for her size. Her Night Strike had been replaced with a new finishing move - a sitting senton from the second rope that she called the Jishin Drop. Much more fitting, and to some, a lot more effective, given the sheer size of her backside.
"It was much easier to just put on muscle instead of slim down," she explained to Shiver, both large women rubbing themselves off with towels.
"It's a good look for you," the polar bear said, smirking. "But then, I'm a bit biased. And hey, you're still facing Zara for the belt at Slamageddon."
Yuki tilted her head. "I thought they made you the number one contender while I was away?"
"I've heard talks that they're going to make it a triple-threat. Probably a whole 'pro-body image' thing, but hey, works out well for us!"
"Hai!" Yuki grinned. "I'm glad they gave me a chance with this, and it was pretty funny to see everyone so shocked."
"They'll love it once the shock wears off," Shiver said. "We're both proof that you don't have to have a supermodel body to succeed, right?"
"Right!"
grrruuuooorrrrrrble...
"Let's hit catering when we're changed," Shiver suggested. "That match really worked up an appetite."
"You're telling me," Yuki agreed. "I hope they have more than just salads. Us big girls need our calories!"
"Damn right!"
A thing I wanted to write, starring a new character I've come up with. Hope you like her!
---
Yuki propped herself up in her bed as the doctor walked up to her. A cat in a white shirt, clipboard in both hands. He didn't have a look of doom on his face, so she wasn't prepared for the worst.
"How does it feel now, Ms Shimoda?" he asked.
She looked at her right leg, her foot wrapped in a cast and strewn up in a sling. "A little stiff," she answered flatly.
"Well, I've taken a look at your X-ray," he went on, "and I have good news and bad news."
Yuki bit her lip. "What's the bad news?"
"The bad news is it's indeed a broken ankle."
She sighed. "And what's the good news?"
"The good news is it's only a broken ankle, and there's no serious muscle damage. You should be ready to have that cast off in about six weeks."
"Six weeks?!" Yuki sat up even more, eyes wide in terror. How was that the good news?!
"Six weeks of rest and a bit of light exercise," he added. "Perhaps stick to one short walk a day."
Yuki sulked. "Very funny."
Yukiyo Shimoda was a wrestler, and quite a gifted one if you believe the analysts. A dedicated athlete and a fine actor, she could perform a stirring promo and deliver a superkick in the same breath. It was finishing move, a moonsault stomp off the top rope that she called "Night Strike", that got her noticed by a talent scout for Beast Force Wrestling, the biggest promotion in the world. She was approached after a show with an offer for a contract, but it would mean leaving her country to live in America. A huge decision that required a lot of thought and planning. So naturally, she'd jumped at the chance.
Now, Yuki was a year into her career at BFW, and it was a great one so far. Good opportunities to show her skills and a rapidly growing fanbase around the world as well as back home in Japan. But it was during the previous night's house show in Ohio where things went awry. During a match with Shiver, she had gone for a Night Strike but she pulled her off the top turnbuckle and onto the ring canvas. Unfortunately for Yuki, the polar bear was as heavy as she was strong, and the diving senton drop that followed resulted in a crushed ankle due to bad positioning.
Yuki couldn't believe it. A dedicated athlete who wowed audiences across the world and was on her way to the BFW Women's Championship, and now she was being helped out of bed by a nurse and handed a pair of crutches. All due to a botched move.
A taxi ride, a plane journey and another taxi ride later, she was back home; an apartment in the middle of Manhattan, New York. For once she was glad the apartment had an elevator; the stairs would be awkward with crutches. The apartment wasn't the biggest or prettiest, but it had everything she needed; a warm bed, a fridge and a TV.
The first thing she did when she got home was take a look in the mirror. A young, fit tanuki with toned arms and legs looked back at her, wearing a sweatshirt and jeans, her right foot wrapped in a firm cast. Her auburn hair stopped at the shoulders and needed brushed, and her green eyes looked pretty pitiable. She looked helpless, and she hated it.
Nevertheless, she figured the world needed an update. She took out her phone and grinned, flashing the V-sign for a photo. She flopped down on her couch and wrote a post on her social media page.
@ YukiNuki
Took a bad fall last night, gonna be out for a while TwT; but I'll be back better than ever! (^_<)〜☆
She smiled and posted it with the photo, confident it would keep everyone reassured.
Yuki began her rest and recovery by answering messages from her coworkers. No one outside the BFW locker room would ever guess Shiver was actually one of the nicest women who would apologise up and down over the phone for five straight minutes. Yuki could barely get out that she wasn't mad at her about it.
Though, what was she going to do with herself apart from that? She couldn't train with a broken ankle. Not well, anyway.
grrruuuooorrrrr...
She looked down at her flat stomach as it let out a hungry growl. It was just past noon, and the breakfast she was given in the hospital wasn't the most filling. She slowly got onto her crutches and hobbled up to the small fridge to look inside. A microwaveable cheeseburger, a pack of chicken bits and some leftover pizza. The cupboards held chocolate bars and bags of chips. The cheeseburger caught her eye, and she took it out, grinning.
If there's one thing Yuki loved about America, it was the food. Burgers, fries, pizza, fried chicken, all prepared so quickly and for so little money! The sushi places weren't as good as back home, but they were close enough. It wasn't the ideal diet for a wrestler, but her metabolism and activity in a combat sport helped her burn those calories.
A minute later she was tearing into the burger, wondering what to have for dinner later.
---
Yuki slumped her head against the armrest and groaned. The TV was playing last night's episode of BFW Tuesday Night Shock that she'd recorded. Shiver was on TV, standing in the ring and gloating about how she'd taken out Yuki before declaring that she was going after the BFW Women's Championship.
"That should be me challenging Zara Rose," she huffed, then looked at her foot. "Shoganai," she sighed with a shrug, and flinched as she tried to test her ankle. It still hurt, but just a bit less. Hopefully she'd be back in time for Slamageddon.
She took another chomp of her chocolate bar as she watched. It had only been two weeks since she was forced into impromptu time off, and without a means to properly train with a bad foot, she was frighteningly bored multiple times in the day. She couldn't jog or hit the gym, and working her upper body was awkward with how important foot position was. The most exercise she got was hobbling around the apartment or rolling over on the couch or in bed. Though, getting up on her feet was a workout in itself with those accursed crutches.
With another groan, she sat up and turned off the TV. She had only seen the same walls for the past two weeks, and she couldn't take this anymore. She was going outside before she went mad from the lack of talking to actual people. Social media was fine, but she was fuelled by people's real life faces, darn it!
Cramming the last of the chocolate bar in her mouth, she hauled herself off the couch and limped into the bedroom to get dressed. She thought the doctor was joking about going on walks, but she really needed it now. With some considerable effort, she tugged on a pair of jeans, trainers, a T-shirt and a sweatshirt, tossing her sweatpants and nightie to the bed.
She frowned as she tugged her jeans and T-shirt. Was it just her, or did they feel pretty snug? She shook her head. "I'm just imagining things."
Smiling, she left the apartment and went downstairs, chomping on a jelly doughnut she took from the kitchen on her way out.
One good thing about time off was she got to meet some fans out on the street. She was stopped occasionally by a few people, some even kids, who wanted a quick autograph or a selfie with her, which she was happy to oblige with.
Another good thing was she had the freedom to do what she wanted, within legal limits of course. Of course, to Yuki, that meant treating herself. And not exactly with fancy clothes.
She grinned as she passed one of the many fast food places in the city. Burger Barn did the absolute best burgers in the city, at least in her opinion, and that doughnut didn't do much to fill a hole, so in she went. The smell of grease and meat made her mouth water and stomach growl. She was happy to see there wasn't too long a line, so she could get up to the counter fast.
"I'll take a Big Beef Barn Burger, please," she said, grinning.
"Would you like to make it a meal?" the cashier asked.
"Oh, yes," she chirped, tail wagging.
"And your drink?"
"A large soda," she said. "Wait, a chocolate shake. Um, no...actually, I'll have both!" she decided, licking her lips.
The best thing about fast food was, well, it was fast. Within minutes after Yuki scanned her card on the reader, she was given a big paper bag and two tall cups. She thanked the cashier and found a table to sit at, and fished out the cardboard box and flipped the lid open. A pair of large, puffy buns awaited her, with two patties, lettuce, tomato and sauce stuffed between them. She smiled and took a hearty bite, moaning with bliss.
Her good leg kicked under the table as she dug in, sauce and grease starting to dribble down her chin. She was sure a little lunch at Burger Barn wouldn't do any harm; she was getting her protein. And it had vegetables in it, after all. Fries were technically vegetables too. Protein and vegetables were vital to her rehab.
"Mmm," she sighed, cheeks stuffed with burger and some fries for good measure. Outside of wrestling, nothing gave her more joy than a mouth full of delicious food. "Oh, moving to America really was a good idea! They need to get more food like this back home!"
Her mind already began to wander as she thought of where to go when she was done. There was a nice diner nearby that did the best hot dogs, she just remembered. Then she could stop at Good Cluck and grab a big bucket for dinner. Maybe a quick stop back here for another Big Beef Barn Burger, too. And of course, what was dinner without cream doughnuts for dessert?
---
The six weeks went by a lot faster than Yuki expected, and she was sitting in a doctor's office getting the cast cut off. She was relieved her higher-ups at BFW had her information transferred to a hospital within Manhattan, so she didn't have to travel across the country for a pair of scissors.
Once the cast was pulled off, she rolled her ankle slowly and even tried walking on it. It was still a little sore, but she could put weight on it.
"Yatta!" She cheered, pumping her fist. "No more stupid crutches!"
"I will need to put this over your ankle, though," the doctor said, holding up a felt brace. "It's mostly healed, but it needs some support for just a little longer."
"How much longer?" the tanuki asked, sitting down and holding out her leg. Her tail flicked as she felt the brace tightening.
"I'd say to give it another month or so."
"Another month?" she groaned, slumping her arms. "Uso!"
"Plenty of time to get it ready for more strenuous exercise," he said, then looked her over. "Um, speaking of, perhaps I could recommend a light workout plan...?"
The past six weeks had not been kind to Yuki. Well, not her waistline, anyway. The tanuki had been taking 'resting her injury' a little too seriously and spending as little time off her feet as she could without going hungry or getting cabin fever. Combined with her tendency to stuff herself with fast food and sweets, this led to some rather predictable results.
A pair of large, round breasts strained the fabric of her T-shirt as they rested on the shelf of an ample belly which peeked out of the hem ever so slightly. Zipping up her sweatshirt was near impossible with all that in the way. Her upper arms, once toned, now sported a thick layer of hanging flab. A pair of thick love handles stuck out above a pair of orbular butt cheeks that made her several-sizes-too-small jeans ride down with every few steps. Her tail draped over the curvature of her buttocks, occasionally twitching and waggling. Her thighs were thick and meaty, squashing out in her seat. Her face was given a roundness thanks to her cherubic cheeks and a double-chin starting to peek out beneath her jaw.
"Eh?" Yuki blinked. "What do you mean?"
"What I mean," the doctor said, thinking carefully about his choice of words, "is that all that time relaxing your injury may have gotten you...a little out of shape."
"Oh, that's all?" Yuki asked, grinning brightly. "Don't worry about me, I'm a professional wrestler! Some time in the gym and I'll be ready to go in no time!"
The doctor watched as Yuki reached for her shoe, her breasts squishing against her face and arms as they stretched out. "Are you sure? It'd be no trouble at all."
"It's -oof- no problem, really," Yuki grunted, slipping her shoe back on. "Normal diets don't really work for me. I just need to get myself moving again!"
"Well, if you're sure," he relented. "But don't be afraid to call up for advice if you need it."
Soon, Yuki left the hospital, her hobbling reduced to a light limp and her stomach and breasts bouncing in her gait. She was determined now. With her ankle much better, she could do some real working out again. Hit the gym, get her cardio back up, get those muscles back into shape for her in-ring comeback.
"This is it," she said to herself, punching her palm and sending a ripple of flab through her body. "It's time to prepare for my comeback! Nothing can stop me now!"
grrrruuuoooooorrrrrrgle...
"Oh!" She muttered, putting a hand to her soft, round paunch. "Well, it wouldn't be healthy to work out on an empty stomach." Her face lit up with an eager grin. "I know just what to have!"
She hailed a taxi and climbed in, telling the driver where she wanted to go. The hospital was quite a ways from her neighbourhood, and she didn't want to overload her ankle so soon.
Besides, she didn't want to be exhausted for this!
Soon, she paid the driver and stepped out onto the street, smiling with wide eyes at her destination; Slice of Life, a family-owned pizzeria just around the corner from her place.
She went inside, a warm scent of cheese and dough hitting her and nearly making her faint in pleasure. "Mmm~!"
"Ah, Yuki," said the middle-aged cat woman behind the counter, "good to see you again, dear. What can I get you?"
The tanuki smirked. "I'll have the Family Meat Feast today. Make it stuffed crust, too."
A smile of amusement crossed the cat's face. "Ooh, what's the occasion?"
"I just got my cast off and got rid of those stupid crutches," she explained, "and I thought, what better way to celebrate than authentic New York pizza!"
"I like how you think," the woman said with a wink. "Want a drink with that?"
"A tall soda, please!"
"Coming right up. Have a seat, hon. This might take a little bit."
She happily obeyed and sat in a booth at the wall, stomach and chest wobbling violently from her flopping on the plush seat. Her soda arrived quickly, and she took a hearty swig while she waited. The other patrons barely gave her a second glance; she was far from being the largest woman in New York.
"Oooh, hurry up," she muttered, hands on her groaning stomach. "I can't wait much longer...!"
Soon, her patience was well rewarded. Two pizzeria workers emerged from the kitchen, working together to carry a humongous pizza over their heads like it was royalty. Yuki grinned ear to ear, causing her to squint from her squished cheeks as it was set down before her. It took up the entire table, its triple-cheese top peppered with sliced sausage, pepperoni, chicken breast, ham and shredded pork, topped with lines of barbecue sauce and coated with a shiny layer of grease for good measure. The crust looked extra plump, pumped full of cheese sauce.
Now this got the other customers' attention. As the name suggested, the Family Meat Feast was typically made for a family to share, and even then there tended to be leftovers with how filling the pizza base was. Yet here was this young tanuki, on her own, about to tear into it all by herself. A few had tried to do it alone, but so far no one had succeeded.
Yuki beamed and clapped her hands together, sending a violent wobble of flab through her breasts and stomach.
"Itadakimasu~!" she chirped, before lifting a slice, cheese oozing from its sides, and crammed in as big a mouthful as she could. "Mmm, so good~!"
Her loud chomps, slurps and moans of pure bliss caused a few other customers to watch, either in fascination or amusement. Chunks of meat, globs of cheese and drops of sauce dribbled down her chins and onto her chest. But still she ate, smiling and giggling with sheer bliss.
Licking her lips and stuffing the crust into her mouth, she looked down at the mess she was making of herself. "Oops." She casually picked off the mess and popped them in her mouth. "What is it they say here? Waste not want not?" she muttered, giggling.
Almost an hour went by, and a groaning, nauseous-looking Yuki gulped the last stuffed crust into her mouth. Her stomach was a rock-hard sphere, gurgling and churning dangerously when the last bite fell into it. She slumped back into her chair, face scrunched up as she rested her hands on it.
"Nanite kotoda," she whined under her breath. "Why did I think that was a good idea? Oh, I'm going to explode..."
"Goodness," said the older cat, as she and her husband helped the overstuffed tanuki onto her feet. "You're the first to ever finish the whole thing on your own!"
"I can see why," Yuki burped, ears lowered as she rubbed her poor, distended stomach. Every breath made her feel like she was going to explode. "Oohh..."
They helped her to the counter so she could pay - they said they'd let her have it for free as a reward for finishing it whole, but Yuki insisted on paying up - and she called a taxi to flop into and take her around the corner to her apartment.
She was so stuffed, but it was so worth it. She deserved a nice treat for dealing with crutches for so long. And she was sure a little more relaxing wouldn't hurt...
---
"Nani?" Yuki mumbled, staring at the number screen on her bathroom scale. "This thing must be broken, there's no way..."
She stepped off the scale and back on, just to be sure.
342.4
Biting her lip, she went to the bathroom mirror. Her reflection looked nothing like a wrestler. A pair of huge breasts hung on the shelf of her ample gut, which hung low over her crotch and stuck out by a few feet. Below her waist were a pair of massive, orbular buttocks that ate up the backside of her panties, each flanked by a thigh that could be adequately described as thunderous. A thick roll was starting to spill over her kneecaps, much like her upper arms over her elbows, both hiding those toned muscles to make her look like she'd never exercised a day in her life. Her face had a small, permanent squint thanks to her cherubic cheeks, and a constantly present double-chin that worked together with a thick tire of flab to hide her neck.
"Kuso," whispered Yuki, squishing her cheeks with her plump hands. "What happened to me? I haven't been eating that much, have I?"
Almost as if her brain wanted to hammer it in, a replay of memories played in her head over the past weeks. Memories of her sitting in fast food restaurants devouring burgers and fries, lumbering down the street with a bucket of fried chicken under her arm, lapping up soft serve ice cream and chugging soda in the park, cramming in chips and chocolate bars on the couch. She had even found a small place in a backstreet that served up little tastes of home - ramen, takoyaki, curry bread and yakisoba. All of which she practically ate by the kilogram.
"Oh." Her reflection blinked back at her. "Maybe I have been eating that much."
She lifted her phone off the toilet cistern and checked the date. Her heart sank. She was meant to return to the ring in two weeks, and there was no way she was going to lose over two hundred pounds by then. Not without liposuction, anyway, but like hell she was going to pay for that.
But still, look at her. She turned around, her huge butt wobbling from the effort. If she tried the Night Strike now, the turnbuckle would crumple underneath her like paper! She had to do something.
-- Hours later... --
"Ich, ni...san...sh-shi...!" Yuki flopped on her back. "Gah! Kuso..."
Ever since that morning, Yuki had been doing her best to exercise. She started trying to jog down the street, but doubled over after getting ten feet from the apartment building. After stopping at the corner store for a soda break, she decided jogging was a bit too much to start with, and went back home to try some stretches and strength exercises. Trying to touch her toes was a disaster since she couldn't even see them past the curvature of her overfed abdomen, not to mention the frequent bites of a chocolate bar she took between each attempt to 'keep her energy up'. Push-ups were a no-go, since her stomach wouldn't even lift off the ground with how unprepared her muscles were for handling such girth. And now, her fourth sit-up was a failure, leaving her sprawled out like a fluffy starfish with a bad case of water bloating. Her arms and legs burned, her fur damp with sweat as she gasped and wheezed for air.
Once she felt less like she was going to die, she pulled herself onto the couch and cracked open yet another bottle of soda, taking a hearty swig.
"It's no use," she sighed, "I'll never lose a single pound at this rate. I may as well see if they would let me enter sumo. I'm certainly big eno-..."
Her eyes shot wide open. She reached for her phone and typed into a search engine, her cherubic cheeks squishing up as a smirk crossed her face as she opened a website.
"Yatta!" she cheered. "This might work!"
---
"Yuki Shimoda has been out of action for a number of months, and she seemed to be back in top shape out there!"
"Well, she's definitely in a shape."
In the locker room, Yuki could overhear the currently airing episode of BFW Tuesday Night Shock on one of the nearby TVs. She had just finished her first match in months, having returned to a mixed reception from fans and coworkers alike. They were expecting a slim, perky, high-flying tanuki girl to run out to the ring in full condition; instead, they got a 345-pound butterball of fur, flab and muscle stomping down the ramp. Her swift, high-flying offence had been replaced with a power-centric, more sumo-like style, after she had looked up training regiments used by sumo wrestlers back home. Instead of losing weight, she sought to build up strength with weightlifting and a slightly healthier but still high-calorie diet. As a result, while she wasn't nearly as speedy as she used to be, she could still move surprisingly quick for her size. Her Night Strike had been replaced with a new finishing move - a sitting senton from the second rope that she called the Jishin Drop. Much more fitting, and to some, a lot more effective, given the sheer size of her backside.
"It was much easier to just put on muscle instead of slim down," she explained to Shiver, both large women rubbing themselves off with towels.
"It's a good look for you," the polar bear said, smirking. "But then, I'm a bit biased. And hey, you're still facing Zara for the belt at Slamageddon."
Yuki tilted her head. "I thought they made you the number one contender while I was away?"
"I've heard talks that they're going to make it a triple-threat. Probably a whole 'pro-body image' thing, but hey, works out well for us!"
"Hai!" Yuki grinned. "I'm glad they gave me a chance with this, and it was pretty funny to see everyone so shocked."
"They'll love it once the shock wears off," Shiver said. "We're both proof that you don't have to have a supermodel body to succeed, right?"
"Right!"
grrruuuooorrrrrrble...
"Let's hit catering when we're changed," Shiver suggested. "That match really worked up an appetite."
"You're telling me," Yuki agreed. "I hope they have more than just salads. Us big girls need our calories!"
"Damn right!"
Category Story / Fat Furs
Species Tanuki
Gender Female
Size 100 x 100px
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This was an enjoyable read. Surprisingly, the concept of a normal wrestler falling to gluttony and a sedentary lifestyle leading to them becoming a Sumo to make up for their gained weight, Is something that isn't explored too often. I feel it's kinda underused.
I think so as well, and it just felt like a good idea~
Thanks much <3
Thanks much <3
Fun story, this one! Turning their situation into a positive one, definitely a good kind of scenario to be exploring.
Hopefully she doesn't gain more weight and end up like poor Yokozuna, who got too heavy for a wrestling license.
They're a lot more lenient about that, don't worry
She can still do a mean banzai drop too
She can still do a mean banzai drop too
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