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>>3224
It looks like you also do a lot of sumo stuff too.
>>3227
Ask and you shall receive.
Chie was not a girl who often cried. Watching videos of the Dragon’s death online, his life cut short in its prime, that made her cry. But her recent realization of her own hypocrisy by way of Hanako’s blunt statements of the fact? That made her sob. Powerful sobs that could be heard even from outside the girl’s bathroom (not that anyone, guy or girl was willing to brave seeing why Yasogami High’s strongest girl was in tears. Or, for that matter, why she was dashing down the halls in a green tube top and thong.)

A hero. A defender of the weak. That had been her guide through life. Her justification for not being as girly or cute as she could be. And then Hanako had pointed out that Chie’s own anger and lashing out at Yosuke and what she really was: a bully. A thug. Really, she was no better then that yankee naredowell Kanji. As fat tears spattered against the titles of the girl’s bathroom floor Chie’s usual confidence increasingly vanished with each large teardrop.

“Chie?”

Chie paused mid sob and sniffled. “Y- Yukiko? Is that you?”

“It’s me.” Yukiko said from the other side of the stall where Chie was huddled up in a ball on the toilet seat. She placed a hand on the stall door. “Want to talk?”

“T-There’s nothing to talk about.” Chie shot back between blubbering cries. “Hanako was right, I’m nothing but a bully.”

Yukiko cringed, glad that the door prevented Chie from seeing her face. “To be fair, that’s not exactly what Hanako sempai said.”

“Yes it is! She pointed out that I’ve been using my physical strength and skills to basically make poor Yosuke’s life hell, no wonder he hates me.”

“I’m sure Yosuke doesn’t hate you, Chie.” Yukiko said in a calm tone. “Plus, if it helps any as the new kid who’s also the son of the new Junes manager you’re hardly the first person to want to beat him up, you’ve just actually gone through with it...” Yukiko winced. “That came out worse then I meant.”

“But that’s just it, if I was a real hero of justice I wouldn’t have beat up Yosuke in the first place no matter how much of my stuff he accidentally broke. I should have stood up and protected him on his first day when he first arrived in Inaba.”

“See, you’re heart is in the right place. You just have a temper problem to keep control on.” Yukiko paused for an inhale of breath before continuing. “The truth is, Chie. As you’re best friend I should have pointed out your behavior to you years ago but I guess I had gotten so used to it just being a part of you that I started to let it slide. In all honesty, until Hanako-chan pointed it out I had never even considered what you did to Yosuke ‘bullying’. A tad… extreme in retribution yes, but do you know what separates you from a bully, Chie?”

“… What?”

“You’re sense of justice. Yes, you probably shouldn’t have physically lashed out at Yosuke as often as you did but you didn’t start studying Chinese martial arts on your own to beat up Yosuke, did you?”

“N-No. I didn’t, did I?”

Yukiko’s lips twitched upward with her usual grace. “No. You started training to become strong in order to protect people. And that anger of yours isn’t entirely a bad thing in itself, it just needs some control and redirecting on the real injustices in the world. Preferably the ones that can be kicked into submitting in you’re case.”

Suddenly, Yukiko heard the lock on the other side of the door slide as it swung inward and Chie faced her standing upright, face still red and puffy and wet from tears.

“Yukiko, you’re a good friend.” Before Yukiko could react Chie embraced the long black haired girl in a tight squeeze of affection.

“Chie.”

“Yeah, Yukiko?”

“Need… air.”

“Oh. Right!” Chie released her vice grip on Yukiko spin and her face heated up. “Sorry about that, forget my own strength sometimes...”

It then dawned on both girls that they were clad in nothing more then their sumo uniform clothes.

“Walking back to the club room is going to be awkward as hell, isn’t it?” Chie asked her friend with a wince.

“Probably.” Yukiko nodded, face almost as red as her mawashi and tube top at the thought of everyone getting a second look at their sumo garb. “Still, we were going to have to show ourselves eventually.”

“Yeah, I just wish it was under better circumstances.” Chie said with a sigh before holding one of Yukiko’s hands. “Ready to get it over with?”

“With you? Always.”

The two would be sumo wrestlers made their way out of the girl’s bathroom and for a moment, there was a silence. Then, in the stall farthest in the back, the door unlocked and swung inward as its occupant stepped out.
The short, blond haired beauty scowled at herself in the mirror before applying even more makeup to her face. As if that fat tub of lard coming to Inaba wasn’t bad enough, now she had manged to make Miss Beauty and Grace and the Kung Fu Butch the talk of the school even more then they were before. And this was her school, dammit! One way or another she was going to take her title as Yasogami High’s most popular girl in school back. And the person highest on that list? Ohtani Hanako.

Yasogami High’s Sumo Club

“Huh.” Rise’s brow furled as she tried to put the pieces of what Hanako had just told her together. “So the gremlin creature was real the whole time? Then why didn’t anybody but Captain Kirk see it?”

“For the dozenth time, he’s not Captain Kirk, its the guy who played him and-”

“We’re back.” Yukiko announced as Chie slide the door behind them close.

“Did you guys work out Chie’s issues?” Rise asked, head tilted to the side with a questioning look.

Both Chie and Yukiko glanced to one another and shared a smile.

“We did.” Yukiko said with a nod.

“Good.” Hanako lumbered over to Chie. “Look, about what I said earlier. I didn’t mean it quite as bluntly as it came out.”

“It’s alright, Hanako.” Chie said. “Really. I-”

“Let me finish. I shouldn’t have gone off on ya like that, no matter how much of a point I might have had about your anger. It’s just… I’ve dealt with the kinds of people who just get into martial arts to abuse those lower on the hierarchy then them. It’s just my personal pet peeve and I jumped the gun on you there, which as your captain and your sempai I shouldn’t have done. So,”

Hanako bowed deeply. “Please, forgive me.”

Chie smiled and put a hand on Hanako’s still bent over shoulder. “Of course I do, Hanako-chan.”

Hanako opened her mouth but shut it just as quickly as Chie continued.

“You just pointed out something I hadn’t ever really thought about before and I… overreacted is all.” Chie cringed. “Though, I really should apologize to Yosuke the next time I see him.”

“Probably.” Hanako said with a grunt as she straightened herself up. “We all cool then?”

Chie, Yukiko, and Rise all nodded.

“Good. In that case I’m heading home early, club’s dismissed or whatever.”

“A-Are you sure sem, I mean, Hanako?” Yukiko asked. “Afterall, the club’s just got started-”

“Do what you’d like but don’t do it here.” Hanako shrugged her broad shoulders. “Or do do it here, right now, I don’t care. I need some me time so work on your thrusts and stomps and do some practice matches. Fundamentals, girls, fundamentals!”

A moment later the door to the Yasogami High Female Sumo club room slide shut with firm finality.

Rise looked to Yukiko and Chie with a sadden expression before her face reformed into a renewed glare of determination.

“So, who’s ready to wrestle next?”
>>3247
Thank you very much. I look forward to them gaining their proper sumo shapes.
The Next Day

“The Midnight Channel?” Yukiko frowned as she dabbed her lips with a napkin to remove the bits of rice from her face.

“Yeah, it’s a rumor going around school. They say if you turn your TV at Midnight during a heavy rain you’ll see the vision of your heart’s true love or something like that.” Chie nodded, scarfing down her second bento box of the day. Two boxes was a bit much by most people’s standards, Chie included but the self taught martial artist figured that she’d needed to bulk up for future matches at some point. Might as well start now.

“Sounds a little far fetched.” Yukiko admitted.

“Eh, maybe.” Chie shrugged. “But I was thinking we could do it all tonight for the heck of it.”

“And by ‘we’ you mean just the two of us or-”

“The rest of the sumo club of course! Speaking of,” Chie leaned in toward Yukiko. “Have you seen Hanako?”

“Actually, no, I haven’t.” Yukiko’s eyes went wide. “I mean, I didn’t notice it before but with Hanako’s… stature she’s almost impossible to miss. So her lack of a presence is surprising, looking back.”

Now it was Chie’s turn to frown. “You don’t think it’s that fight we had yesterday, do you?”

“I doubt it was that.” Yukiko smiled warmly as she placed a hand on Chie’s green jacket covered shoulder. “Hanako sempai is many things, but I don’t think she’d be the type to miss school over what happened yesterday.”

“So where is she then?”

Now Yukiko shrugged. “Her parents should know, right? We can talk to them after school.”

“Should we get Rise involved?” Chie asked. “I like her but she can be a bit...”

“American in her enthusiasm?” Yukiko said with a giggle.

“I was going to say overly energetic but eh, that works too I guess.”

“Regardless, it might be best if left Rise out. She has a good heart but, like you said, can be overly energetic for her own good.”

Suddenly, an idea went off in Chie’s head. “Hey, I just thought of a great idea: We should show up in our sumo uniforms.”

Yukiko’s face made a sudden shade of scarlet not unlike the same shade as her dress. “Are you sure that’s really necessary? I mean, after yesterday we’re already the talk of the rumor mill of the school as it is.”

“We are?” Chie blinked. “First I’m hearing about it.”

“Chie, you’re you. Of course no one’s bothered to whispering around you.”

“Oh. Huh. Good point, that. But still, we should show up in our mawashi and tube tops anyways. To show Hanako’s parents how much the sumo club has taken off and get our feet in the door. I mean, if you were a former Ozeki and his wife would you open the door for two random teenage girls claiming to be friends of your daughter, or would you open it for those two beautiful teens if they were wearing actual sumo apparel.”

“That… actually makes a fair bit of sense.” Much as she hated to concede the point, Yukiko had to admit that Chie’s logic was sound for the most part. “But if we’re moving around town in our mawashi, then we’re coming prepared with coats or something before hand.”

“Oh, that’s a great idea Yukiko!”

“… Please tell me you weren’t seriously considering the two of us walking around Inaba in what are basically sports swimsuits.”

Chie laughed nervously before intently returning to her food.
After school

“So this is Hanako’s house?”

Chie glanced around the surroundings and let out a low whistle. “Spacious. Could almost give your family’s inn a run for its money room wise.”

“Probably.” Yukiko said through clenched teeth as her eyes darted around them, feeling more exposed in her red mawashi and tube top then she ever had back in the sumo club room. No one was around, granted, but that didn’t change the fact that Yukiko could feel as if she was being watched by someone or something.

“Let’s just get this over with.”

Chie happily knocked on the door and a moment later it slide open revealing the leith form of what Chie and Yuikio could only assume was Mrs. Ohtani, Hanako’s mother.

The woman, a graceful woman at age indeterminate age that most Japanese reached between their 30s to 40s, glanced down at the two mawashi clad teenagers and beamed.

“Y-You must be Chie and you-” Mrs. Ohtani looked Yukiko over with a quick gaze. “Must be Yukiko. Please, come in, come in!”

Before either Chie or Yukiko could react they found themselves pulled in by the woman’s startling strength. Clearly, Hanako had inherited more from her mother then just a general hair style.

“S-Shouldn’t we take our shoes off?” Yukiko asked as Mrs. Ohtani pulled both girls along with a vice-like grip.

“Oh, you can do that later. First sit down by all means and take a load off.”

With great reluctance both Yukiko and Chie sat on what were very comfortable seating cushions.

“Thank you for letting us in Hanako’s mom.” Chie piped up as Mrs. Ohtani shuffled around what was clearly an old fashioned sewing machine.

“Oh, it was the least I could do girls. After all, it’s so rare for my daughter to have actual friends over. Even back in Tokyo she was never close to any of the members in her former high school’s sumo club.”

“Speaking of Hanako-chan,” Yukiko said suddenly. “She wasn’t at school today.”

Mrs. Ohtani’s back stiffened and a sensation of somberness fell over the room.

“D-Did something happen to Hanako-chan?” Chie asked.

“… I suppose if any one deserves to know, it’s you girls.” Mrs. Ohtani said softly. “My dear daughter Hanako never came home yesterday.”

“What?!”

“You mean she’s missing?”

Mrs. Ohtani nodded sadly as she turned to the two girls. “My husband naturally enlisted the help of the local police department and is out with them even now but… Meanwhile, I have been doing my duty, manning my household in the off chance that Hanako returns.”

“And there hasn’t been any word from her?” Yukiko asked.

“No ransom note, no threats. Nothing.”

Suddenly, the phone began to ring.

“Forgive me, I’ll be right back.”

Chie and Yukiko glanced to one another with a shared concerned expression.

A few minutes later Mrs. Ohtani returned, her face frozen in sadness.

“That was my husband just now. Detective Dojima just now. They’ve searched nearly everywhere for Hanako with no luck.”

“I’m sure Hanako will turn up soon.” Yukiko said, bowing slightly in respect.

“Yeah, maybe she just went back to Tokyo where you guys lived before.”

Mrs. Ohtani blinked. “We hadn’t considered that, Chie-chan. Thank you for pointing that out. I’ll get in touch with my husband’s stable in the city after dinner. Speaking of, I couldn’t trouble you guys to stay, could I?”

“Well-” Yukiko’s face blanched at the thought of the sheer amount of food she and Chie would have to eat.

“Of course we world.” Chie said with a grin. She turned to Yukiko, her grin unnaturally wide. “Isn’t that right Yukiko? I mean, we can’t just leave Mrs. and Mr. Ohtani alone while Hanako is missing, right?”

“My husband won’t be joining us tonight.” Mrs. Ohtani explained. “He’s out at a bar.”

“Oh.” Both Yukiko and Chie’s eyes widened.

“My husband… is not a heavy drinker. Ceremonial drinks as a part of his duties as an Ozeki sumo wrestler are the most he’s even done drinking wise.”

The the unspoken implications of Mrs. Ohtani’s words sank in.

“Mrs. Ohtani,” Yukiko said with a friendly a smile as she could muster. “We’d be honored to stay for dinner.”
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Tangle the Lemur adjusted the hem of her mawashi loincloth against her massive, dense, protruding stomach before giving the surface area a hearty smack with her tail, smirking in satisfaction as her stomach and the rest of her body wobbled in recoil. Gone was her short-sleeved orange striped black bodysuit, yellow sleeveless top, and detailed yellow hi-tops. Instead her white furred feat were bare and thick with dense insulating fat, and her bodysuit and top replaced by a black mawashi with a yellow center and orange stripes down the side that strained against her wide hips. Her breasts, now far heavier and larger in size then they had been back when she had been hundreds of pounds lighter and many feet smaller, were contained in a primarily yellow sports bra with black highlights added around the sides.


Of her original outfit, only Tangle’s yellow taped wrists and yellow gauntlets remained, albeit in a large size due to the thickness of her newly fattened palms and fingers while her bingo wing arms were as barren as ever.


The ground began tremble as both Tangle’s massive frame and her hometown behind her shook mightily.


Another day, another horde of Badicks. Tangle grinned, her smile quickly buried under mounds of face flab that made up her ballooned cheeks and prominent double chin, her purple eyes gleaming with excitement. As a show of force the large lemur lifted a powerful, densely thick leg and shook the ground with a powerful stomp of her own. Said stomp was naturally lost in the trembling of the approaching robotic army but that didn’t bother Tangle in the slightest. Even before her weight gain, inspired by her recent meeting up with the Sonic the Hedgehog and the massive sumo wrestler princess Blaze the Cat a few months back, Tangle had been more then capable of kicking Badnick butt.


And with 400 to 500 pounds of fat and muscle (Tangle’s hometown lacked a scale capable of weighing her properly which left the lemur girl guessing at her actual weight in terms of ranges) her own fighting power had been quadrupled.


You know, Tangle thought as she balanced on the back of her tail, the extra limb coiled up like a spring waiting for its moment of release, maybe I should open a sumo school or the like once Sonic and the rest of the Resistance has found out where all these Badnicks are coming from. Could maybe even put my home on the map as the place to learn sumo.


Suddenly the tail sprang out and Tangle launched herself upward high into the air, aiming her body to land butt first like a massive missile of mighty mass onto Eggman’s robotic leftovers. As gravity did its thing and her enormous body began to fall, Tangle smirked. Either way, she knew for sure that this was going to be fun.

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Recently got some art to go with this story, so I felt like uploading both to this site for exposure. Art by this guy, https://www.deviantart.com/hritz123 Coloring efforts me.
Later that evening in Yukiko’s room.

“Hanako sempai is missing? Like, vanished in thin air missing?” Rise’s eyes became the size of 500 yen coins as she stared at Yukiko and Chie in stunned awe.

Outside rain pattered in rhythmic sheets and thunder groused a disagreeable rumble of discord.

Yukiko nodded, somber faced. “She never showed up at home and the police hadn’t found her yet.”

“And considering how Inaba isn’t that big a town in the first place…” Chie frowned. “Rise, did Hanako say anything before we came back in? Anything that might have hinted going somewhere?”

Rise shook her head, her pigtails swaying side to side.

“Nope. We just talked about that show she really likes, the Twiright Zone.”

“Oh, yeah.” Chie reached into the bag and pulled out a collection of imported DVD cases. “Hanako’s mom gave these to us after dinner to borrow.”

“Ooohhh. Neat.”

“And an American DVD player to actual play them.” Yukiko felt herself sweat at how enthusiastically Mrs.Ohtani had fostered the disks and player on them after dinner. “She said it would be good bonding for when Hanako eventually comes back.”

“Well,” Chie placed her hands on her hips and looked the girls over. “What are we waiting for? Let’s plug that sucker in and get to watching those Zoney things!”

“Yeah!” Rise cheered, pumping an arm up in equal excitement.

You two do realize it’s going to be in English, right? Yukiko pursed her lips but kept her thoughts to herself.

Hours later, the rain was still falling and the girls were glued to the screen of the small TV Yukiko had borrowed from an unused guest room.

“Woah,” Chie said, staring at the black and white images. “The people were pig faces the whole time. Crazy.”

“Are you okay Rise-chan?” Yukiko asked.

“Huh?” Rise had been staring at Rod Serling’s face in a trace-like awe. “Y-Yeah, I’m good! The episodes are super spooky, I don’t have any idea what’s going on in em cuz their in English but the acting’s so good I can totally get the gist, you know? Plus,” Rise giggled. “The narrator guy is cute, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, I guess.” Chie said with a shrug.

Yukiko resisted the urge to shake her head. “No comment.”

Suddenly, lightening flashed outside the Inn and Rise yelped.

Chie chuckled. “Come on, it’s just lightening, Rise-chan. It’s nothing to be afraid of.”

Suddenly the small TV screen began to flicker as the monochrome of late 50s American television gave way to a static filled image. Elsewhere in the inn a clock tolled out 12 ominous chimes. In an instant a different image, a blury image faintly in color, came into view.

“W-What’s going on?” Rise glanced to her sempai’s who looked equally confused and terrfied as her.

“D-Do you think this is the midnight channel?” Chie asked Yukiko. The inn keeper’s daughter could only stare silently in awe as she looked the screen over.

“Girls… I think that’s Hanako in there!”

Suddenly, the static gave way to a monochrome swirl not unlike that of the Zone’s famous opening and it stayed their for a few moments.

It was then that Yukiko and Chie noticed Rise reaching out to poke the strange screen. Both cried out to stop but it was too late. Of all the strange and otherworldly things that had happened that day, what happened next topped them all. Rise’s hand sunk into the screen itself, as if the glass had been replaced by a portal to another dimension, and it very likely had!

“H-Hey! Let. Go!” Rise began to struggle in vain to yank her arm free of the swirling tv’s portal.

The portal sucked her arm in up to her shoulder so that Rise’s face was centimeters away from the portal itself. Rise gave another tug but the portal fought back, sucking Rise in completely.

For what felt like a moment that would go on forever, Chie and Yukiko stared at the still monochrome swirling TV-turned-otherworldly portal. Chie’s brown died brows lowered in seriousness.

“Time to be a real hero.” She said in a voice so soft Yukiko barely heard her despite the two being right next to the other.

“What are you- CHIE!”

Before Yukiko could say another word Chi dove into the swirling screen head first like a diver off of a diving board. It was then that Yukiko cursed her parents for shelling out the money for the wide screen TV before she dove in after the girls.

The room, now empty, lay still as the portal’s swirling ceased not a moment after Yukiko’s dive inside. The girls, whether they knew it or not, had entered Japan’s version of the rabbit hole and their lives would never be the same again.
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“Uhg, my head. Whathappened?” Rise groaned as she looked around. She blinked a few times to clear her head and looked around. She rubbed them and blinked again to make sure she was seeing things correctly.

“W-Where am I?” It was a valid question, dense fog covered her surroundings like a shroud, though squinting her hardest Rise just barely see the makings of some sort of… sound stage?

“Oh no.” Rise blanched. “I’ve wound up in the Twilight Zone.” She whipped her head around, eyes peeled as she put her hands up into makeshift fists.

“Alright you crazy suit wearing smooth talking smoking guy, you’re not turning me into some pig faced creepy American kid’s play thing! Show me what you got!” I wish Chie-Sempai and Yukiko Sempai were here.

There was a distant yell followed by Chie-Sempai and Yukiko Sempai landing in a collective crash at Rise’s feet.

Rise looked around. “I also wish we were all out of this weird place, Hanako-chan included.”

Their surroundings stayed the same.

“Darn it.” Rise muttered. She glanced down at her Sempais. “Are you girls okay?”

“So, jumping into a swirling TV thingy, is a bad idea just for the record.” Chie slurred, eyes spinning as she picked herself up in a daze. One shake of her head later and she saw where they were at.

“Where are we?”

“While a valid question,” Yukiko grunted from under Chie. “I have just one small request, Chie. Please get off of me!”

“Oh, sorry Yukiko-chan!”

Frowning heavily to herself as Chie helped her up, Yukiko likewise got as good a look at their surrounding as the others.

“I see what you mean.” Yukiko commented. “Or, don’t see as the case may be.”

“Don’t you guys get it?” Chie and Yukiko turned and looked to Rise with puzzled expressions. “We’re in the Twilight Zone! Any minute now that smooth talking smoking guy in the suit is going to show up and start yammering on about stuff I won’t be able to make out most of what he’s saying.”

“Rise,” Yukiko said in a slow, calm voice. “Rod Serling died back in the 70s. I really, REALLY doubt this is the Twilight Zone.”

Rise blinked, then blushed heavily. “Oh. Good point, Sempai.”

“Well, regardless of where we are we need to do two things.” Chie declared, putting her hands on her PJ clad hips. “Find Hanako and get the heck back home to Inaba!”
“If only we had a pair of silver slippers.” Yukiko commented. Both Rise and Chie stared at her. “What? Their silver in the books.”

“There were books?” The two girls asked and Yukiko resisted the urge plant her palms into her face.

“Let’s just get moving and try and track down Hanako-chan.”

The trio’s movements were slow and careful as they made their way through the otherworldly mists and vapors. With their vision as hampered as it was it was the only way they could transfers this brave new world. The girls had not been shuffling forward long before they heard a voice, high pitched and male, from beyond the mists.

“So, you’ve come back to drop off more suspects, have you?” It was a young voice, not a child’s, but not really a teen or adult’s voice.

In an instant Chie’s shoulder’s tensed as her hands automatically balled into fists and she shifted her posture into a defensive stance. Yukiko naturally took a step behind her best friend while Rise bent her knees and readied her hands for incoming palm strikes.

A strange waddling noise echoed through the mists, growing louder and louder as a strange figure’s shadow loomed towards the trio.

A moment later, a short, rounded, colorful bear-ish creature burst out of the vapors, it’s large anime-like eyes narrowed in determination. It pointed a blue paw accusingly at the girls.

“I don’t know who you are or why you keep throwing people in my home but I, the Terrific Teddy, have come to put a stop to it!”

“What.” blinked Yukiko.

“Huh?” blinked Chie.

“So. CUTE!” squealed Rise, who clapped her hands together in glee.

“Don’t try and play dumb with me,” Teddy continued. “You think you can just throw people in here willy nilly without a care in the world but actions have concquences and now it’s time you… three face them. Now have at ye!”

Teddy charge forward arms spinning like windmills only for Chie to hold him black by placing her palm against his head.

“I think you’ve got us mixed up with someone else.” she said. “We just got here and we’re looking for our friend.”

“Huh? You mean you aren’t with that person that tossed that girl in here earlier?”

“Nope.” Rise beamed.

“Sorry to disappoint.” Yukiko said with a slight bow.
“Aw! This is un-bear-livable! I spent forever working on that speech and for what? For nothing!”

Yukiko snorted. “Bear. Ha.”

Chie glanced to her. “Not the time Yukiko,” she hissed.

“Tell me, Teddy-kun, do you know where we are, or what this place is?” Chie asked the bear costumed figure.

“We’re in my home!” The bear said, beaming. “Or, at least I think it’s my home. I woke up here one day and I have no memories of what I was doing since then so I figured this place was my home as much as any place can be.”

“It’s very… roomy.” Yukiko said after a moment of searching for something polite to say about it.

“It’s become a real mish-match of a place since that girl showed up though.” Teddy continued. “She’s been arguing with herself for almost a day now.”

The girls glanced to one another.

“Teddy, this girl isn’t a bit on the larger side compared to us and in a school uniform by chance, is she?” Chie asked.

“She bigger then you,” Teddy said with a nod. “And I have no idea what a school uniform is but she does have a dark skirt thingy on if that’s what you mean.”

“That has to be Hanako.” Yukiko said to the others. She glanced down at Teddy, black eyes burning with renewed drive. “Can you take us there?”

“Sure. But first you girls will need these.” Like an old time American cartoon charchter Teddy pulled three stylish pair of glasses out of nowhere. “They’ll help you see past the fog.”

“Really?” Rise’s eyes lit up with excitement. “That’s so cool!”

“Where did you get these?” Yukiko asked, eyes narrowing in justified suspicion at taking glasses from a stranger in a bear suit from another plane of reality.

“I made em of course.” Teddy beamed with visible pride. “For my eventual friends for when people eventually come here. I’ve made dozens!… I have a lot of time on my paws. Anyways, I tried to give them to your friend earlier but her other self showed up before I could so much as say ‘Howdy’.”

“Other self?” Chie arched an eyebrow. “What other self?”

“Well...” Teddy glanced around, his large eyes now shinning with worry. “I’m not the only resident here, you see. There’s these spooky scary looking shadow monsters that roam the place and I think this other version of your friend might be her own shadow made manifest.”

“That… doesn’t sound good.” Rise commented.

“Still, shadow monsters or no, we’ve got to rescue Hanko-chan!” Chie declared. By now she and the others had put their glasses on and, true to Teddy’s word, their vision cleared greatly upon wearing them. “We can see, we’ve got our guide, now let’s move girls!”

Suddenly, a trio of familiar voices echoed from the mists.

“How can you possibly rescue your friend,” Began a voice.

“When you,” entered another.

“Can’t even save yourselves?” Finished a third.

The ground trembled slightly as three pairs of footsteps made their way towards the girls and Teddy. In a moment three large shadows loomed like ominous mountains above them. Then, breaching the fog of the strange new world were three large dome like stomachs clad in different colored mawashi. Red on the far right, Green in the middle, and orange on the left.

Then three round, sinister looking and all too familiar faces joined the heralding guts. They were Yukiko, Chie, and Rise but with expression far curler than any the girls had ever worn in their lives. The doppelgangers had large, thick muscled arms and legs, broad shoulders, and bountiful breasts wrapped in matching colored straps of cloths.

All three rose their legs in unison and shook the ground with a collective mighty stomp.

“So,” Shadow Sumo Chie said with a twisting grin. “Who’s ready to basho?”
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Chie, the real Chie not her strange supersized supernaturally glowing counterpart, rushed in with a kai of battle as she summoned all of her strength into a jump kick. Shadow Sumo Chie simply smirked. Thrusting her own gut forward her real world counterpart rebounded off like it was nothing.

“You really are a meat loving meathead.” Shadow Chie said with a smirk as real Chie crashed to the ground next to her friends. “We’re your true selves made manifests aka sumo wrestlers. If you want to beat us it has to be in a-”

“Dance contest!” Both Rise’s chimed in. Everyone stared at them.

“Sumo match.” Shadow Chie finished curtly.

“Aw. It’s never a dance contest.”

“We don’t have time for this!” Yukiko said as she took a step forward. “We have a friend to save and we won’t let some ballooned cariatures of ourselves get in the way.”

“Please.” Sumo Yukiko said with a sneer as she lumbered herself towards her far skinnier counterpart. “You only so gun oh to save that fat waste of space because it will get you out of this place sooner.”

Yukiko gritted her teeth in an unlady-like manner. “That’s not true!”
Shadow Yukiko chuckled deeply. “But it is true. We are your shadows, your reflections of your true selves.”

“I find it kinda hard to believe my true self is a sumo wrestler.” Rise said to her Shadow counterpart.

Shadow Rise shrugged. “Eh, I was gonna mainfest as a strip to represent your feelings on your being a teenage sex object within the idol industry but those two shot that one down. So, sumo it is twiggy!”

Shadow Rise slammed her stomach into real Real and knocked the amber haired girl back with staggering force.

“Rise!” Chie looked up at her mountain sized Shadow, her eyes narrowed. “Alright, fine. If you guys want a basho, then you’ll get a basho!”

The real Chie then raised a leg upward and stomped the ground with it’s own shaking effects. The attempt, admittedly, would have had even more of an effect were Chie and the others not still in their Pjs.

Real Chie charged forward and made for Shadow Chie’s mawashi, straining her arms in an attempt to get around her shadow self’s mighty dome of a stomach. Shadow Chie chuckled darkly.

Meanwhile, Yukiko had taken up reluctant battle with her own Shadow. Of the trio Yukiko could feel her fear and desperation swelling up within her. She didn’t have Chie’s martial arts background or Rise’s American-like positivity. She was just the dutiful daughter of a small town inn who had been roped into this insanity all against her will.

Yukiko let out a half hearted palm strike to her Shadow self’s gut and Shadow Yukiko burst out into a snorting fit of laughter.

“What was that supposed to be?” Shadow Yukiko asked in between peals of laughter. “No wonder you hate this sport as much as you do. You know deep down you’ll never be any good at it.”

“That’s-” Yukiko caught herself mid denial. Much as she hated to admit it, her Shadow self was right in that regard. “Maybe I won’t ever be any good at sumo as Hanako-chan or Chie-chan, but I’m still going to give the Yasogami High Sumo Club my all!”

“Why?” Shadow Yukiko sneered. “Because you’re mommy and daddy ordered you to for the good of the Inn?”

“I-Yes!” Yukiko snapped out a sudden palm strike to her Shadow counterpart’s stomach and much to both’s surprise, Shadow Yukiko staggered back a step in recoil. “I’ll admit, I joined the sumo club because my parent’s ordered me to at first and I still think the sport is super embarrassing to be a part of, but my friends are apart of it and so long as their members of the club then I’m going to stick it out with them because-”

Whack! Yukiko delivered another palm strike to Shadow Yukiko’s gut.

“That!” Whack!

“IS WHAT!” Whack!

“FRIENDS DO!”

Yukiko delivered a final palm strike and knocked her Shadow self onto her vast soft backside.

Rise, meanwhile, was grappling against herself, her Shadow self, as much as her thin arms would allow her to against the shadow sumo’s larger figure.

“You can’t beat me, you know.” Shadow Rise said causally. “You’ll give up once I start applying the pressure to you. Just like you gave up being an idol and slunk back to your home town. You couldn’t take the pressure then and you sure as hell won’t be able to take the pressure in the ring when your team is depending on you.”

“SHUT YOUR BIG DUMB MOUTH!” Rise roared. Letting forth her own furious series of palm strikes the rapid melee malestorm quickly lost steam when Rise saw that her shadow self wasn’t the least bit bothered in the slightest by her attacks.

“You’re weak.” Shadow Rise intoned. “You’ve played the role of Risette for so long it’s all you know how to do. Hence why you’ve turned to such an old fashioned, uncool sport like sumo. To try and break free of ‘Risette’. But you’ll give up on sumo just like you gave up on being an idol.”

“I-I.” Tears burned her eyes as Rise’s world spun around her like a top. Much as she hated to admit it, truly hated to admit it, her Shadow self was dead on the money. She had quit the idol industry because she hadn’t been able to take the pressure and she had decided to join the sumo club on a whim to try something, anything, to break out of her Risette shadow. But… That wasn’t the entire truth, was it?”

“Y-Your wrong.” Rise said, choking back a sob. “I might have given up being Risette the idol because I couldn’t take the pressure of it all, and yeah, I might have joined the sumo club out of desperation than anything else. But even though we haven’t been a club together that long I’ve enjoyed my time in it. I used to think sumo was just an old fuddy duddy sport for weirdos into big guys but Hanako’s taught me that it can be more than that and even if I do give it up-”

Inspiration suddenly struck Rise as she hastily sidestepped her larger self and faced her back, tackling her with all of her might. Shadow Rise fell slow and large like a chopped down tower of a tree. Timber.

“Then I’m still glad to have been apart of the club and made the friends I did.”

Shadow Rise’s thud echoed throughout the mists.

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The real Chie let out a slight gasp for air as she barely avoiding another incoming palm strike from her shadow self. She had already had a few glancing blows and even those hurt like hell. Unlike her companions, Shadow Chie took the more aggressive route when dealing with her flesh and blood counterpart. Her thick, bulging leg muscles slide with a swift grace that kept real Chie on the defensive.

Real Chie scowled as she ducked under another palm strike. Punches and kicks had quickly proved effective. The only thing that work, naturally, were palm strikes and the rare grapple she had manged to land here and there.

“You truly are pathetic, you know.” Shadow Chie said, stone faced. “It’s bad enough you’re an unfeminine tomboy who can eat her weight in meat, but even that’s been taken away from you when she showed you up.”

“W-What?” Chie blinked, only to be rocked by a palm strike to her face that nearly toppled her to the ground. “W-What are you talking about?”

“Hanako, of course. You hate her for showing you up as a martial artist and for having the gal to point out your personal flaws, as if she’s some sort of saint of a sumotori. You were the strongest at Yasogami High until Hanako beat you. She’s not even fit like you are, she’s a butterball for goodness sake and the one unwomanly thing you put time and effort into, and she showed you up at that. And you. Hate. It.”

“That-That’s...” Chie felt ready to retch. Everything hurt. Physically and emotionally.

“You hate it, and by proxy, Hanako because she took the one thing you were ever any good at. Chie, the girl who can’t be graceful and beautiful like Yukiko-chan and now she can’t even fight worth a damn. Oh well, at least there’s always picking on people weaker than you like the Yosuke’s of the world. Make yourself feel like the big hero you think you are.”

“Shut up.” Chie muttered, shoulders slumped in exhaustion. “J-Just shut up.”

“Fraid I can’t do that, Jon.” Shadow Chie blinked. “The hell that reference come from? Eh, either way, I ain’t stopping because everything I say is the honest truth. You hate Hanako and you hate yourself because deep down, you’re nothing but a tomboy thug who’s deluded themselves into thinking their the hero. You’re no Son Goku, Chie. You’re just a pre-hero Tienshenhan.”

“Y-You-You.” Chie sobbed for the second time that day. “You’re right. I do hate myself for not being as girly as I can be, I do hate Hanako chan for showing me up at the one thing I’m actually good at, and I hate myself for using my martial art skills to threaten Yosuke but you left something out.”

“And what’s that?”

Chie looked up to her Shadow and grinned. “That was the old Chie. New Chie won’t use her anger and her strength to beat people up just because they break her stuff. New Chie won’t let her feelings of resentment get in the way of her friend with Hanako-chan. And New Chie is going to start-”

Chie rushed her shadow and shoved with all of her strength as she wrapped a straining arm around her larger self’s mawashi belt. She hooked her Pj clad foot around her counterpart’s thigh and pulled back with all of her strength while continuing to shove forward. Shadow Chie toppled like a collapsing building and fell with a thunderous thud as real Chie lay triumphant on her stomach.

“By beating you.” Chie said, smirking in victory.

With the last of the Sumo Shadows beaten, a strange bright blue light washed over the girls.

I am Thou.

Thous Art I.

From the sea of thy soul, we come.

We shall lend you our strength.

Tomoe. Himiko. Konohana Sakuya. As these names of myth and history flashed through their minds, the trio felt a strange warmth and power flood their bodies and then, as quickly as it had come, it left.
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“That was weird.” Chie commented, voicing everyone’s thoughts. Noticing that she was standing now, she glanced down and her eyes bulged from her sockets and her jaw dropped into her now larger, tape contained breasts.

“That’s certainly putting it, by the gods Chie, you’re huge!”

“Look down at yourself, Yukiko-chan.”

Yukiko did as Rise suggested and felt the color drained from her face. “Oh no.”

“Looks like we’re super duper sumos now!” Rise cheered, raising her newly thickened, muscled arms up to the sky.

In spite of herself, Chie chuckled, causing Yukiko to stare at her friend as if she had grown a second head.

“You think this is funny?”

“I mean, in a cosmic sorta way it is. Plus,” Chie flexed an arm and her beefed up biceps bulged like rocks. “I think I kinda like it.”

“Please tell me you’re joking.” Yukiko said, bland faced. Much as she hated to admit it, there was something increasingly enthralling about her new size and strength as well and hoped that madness wasn’t spreading to the others.

“Nope. Kinda like this new, sumofied Chie. Feels kinda cool you know?”

“At least don’t keep calling yourself ‘new Chie’.” Yukiko groaned.

“Yeah, fair enough there.” Chie admitted with a sheepish grin.

“I don’t know about you girls, but I feel like I could take on just about anything with this new bod of mine.” Rise did a practice stomp, cracking the ground beneath her now bare foot. “See! I wasn’t even using my full power or intended to do that and I just cracked the freaking ground with my bare foot! We’re like… sumo magical girls now or something.”

“Wouldn’t we be more pink and girly if that was the case?” Chie questioned. “And wielding rods or weapons or something which kinda defeats the point of sumo in the first place?”

“Well we aren’t wearing spandex or have a giant robot, so we’re not Super Sentai. And I don’t think we can turn giant so that rules out Ultraman...”

Yukiko let out a long sigh as Chie and Rise continued their debate on exactly where in the Japanese Superhero Spectrum the lay (“Teenage Sumo High School Girls, you think?” “Eh, Turtles already did that shtick”). Suddenly, she raised her leg and preformed a powerful and swift Shiko stomp that shut their argument up in an instant.

“Can we please focus on rescuing Hanako?” Yukiko asked, face as red as her mawashi and tape-made bra. “She is the reason why we’re in this mess, after all.”

“Right!” Chie and Rise nodded in unison, faces etched in unease as Yukiko put her chubby hands on the wide hipped hem of her mawashi, glaring at the two with annoyance.
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“Though, where did that guy in the bear suit go?” Rise asked, as she glanced down, taking a moment to suck and press her gut in with her larger hands so she could get a better view of the ground.

“Teddy’s right here!”

“Gah!” Yukiko and Chie shriked as the three turned and looked at Teddy.
“How long have you been there?” Yukiko asked, bewildered.

“Well, first I hid for it when those super strong large half naked yous showed up but then you three became those super strong, large, half naked uses and I kinda couldn’t find the time to speak up, you’re all just so-”

“Fat?” Suggested Chie.

“Enormous?” Yukiko said, still red faced, though a part of her couldn’t wait to stun her parents with her new look.

“Hugable!” Teddy said, smiling.

“Aw. Come here you!” Rise reached down with her mighty arms to pick Teddy up by the upper part of his egg shaped dome.

“Rise, don’t pick him up, you don’t know where he’s-”

Pop!

Yukiko’s words died swiftly as the girls stared into the empty void that was the insides of Teddy’s body. In the TV World three collective screams echoed powerful throughout and many shadows perked up in interest as they began to make their way in the direction’s of the screams.

Elsewhere, the spirit of a long dead German philosopher chuckled deeply

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