This is my second gift, and it's for  SewerGator and it's a "bio"-like story on his own character fursona and how he started with sumo wrestling on his downtime.

The icon this time is an image he himself made that was the main inspiration for it. http://www.furaffinity.net/view/808204/

The main gator character belong to SewerGator.

Ever since I was a little child I have always been a bit on the chubby side. What can I say? I liked food, but hated sports. I wouldn't say that I was super fat or anything back then, I was more of a husky kind of big. Bit of a belly and some slightly thicker arms and legs, but that's about it. I got picked on by bullies a bit for my size. They called me lots of fat jokes, but I decided to just ignore them and focused on my own stuff.

Their insults never got to me back then, but as I got older I started to think about it more. There was something that was a bit innocent about a child overeating and weight a bit over the common kid, but as an adult people starts to look at you in a different way. They start to ask you stuff like "Are you aware that is a pretty unhealthy body you got?" and "I got a very good diet method I can give you if you want." and "Don't you ever think about going any sport on your free time?"

Ugh...

How many times did I have to tell them? "Yes, I'm aware." "No thanks, I don't need your diet tips." No, I don't like sports!" I'm a full-grown 8 feet tall gator, weighting 350 lbs. Don't I have the right to choose how I want my own body to be?! It's just felt like I was back at school again. All the other kids (and even some teachers) telling me that I should do more sport related activities and eat less candy and cookies. I like to eat junk and I hate sports! That's how it always has been.

But now when I think about it, there was one kind of sport that I as a child actually found myself interested in. Something that as soon as I got to hear about it, felt that it could be something I could have an actual chance at being good at with my type of body shape.

SUMO

A kind of wresting where you are better the fatter you are. What kind of food loving kid wouldn't like to have that as a living? Sadly though that was just a "childhood dream" of my, since I quickly realized that I need to focus on studying and get good grades instead.

Or rather it had used to be a childhood dream, because recently when stumbling around the internet for mindless stuff I found out that it happened to exist a "Sumo wrestling club". In my own city no less!

Seeing this sparked something in my head and I felt like I was that little kid again, wanting to quit everything else and only work with this! Once again reality also entered my head, and I told myself that I couldn't do it since I had a job I needed to go to, to make money, to make a living and all that. But that's when I also remembered that I wasn't a little boy any more. I was a full grown man, perfectly capable to choose what I do on my spare time, with nobody having any powers to stop me. Looking at the time for meetings and trainings I saw that I could easily be able to go there after work if I wanted, and feeling more interested then ever to do so I decided to at least go and see what it looked like.

Once there I could see that it looked like any ordinary building on the outside. I had actually seen this place several times while driving to work. According to the site the Sumo club is only in a small part of the place, while the other parts have stuff like Judo classes for kids, a Work Out Gym, an Aerobic Gym class, and even a room where they were holding Bridge tournaments for the elders. Many of these thing where put on sings outside that could only be seen by getting close to the main door of the building.

As I enter I was greeted by a nice bird lady that gently pointed in the direction for where the Sumo rooms was. As I made my way I saw open doors to the gym part of the complex. It was a bit funny seeing these anthros working their hardest to lose weight and here I was on my way to meet others who's whole sport was built on gaining weight. "Would have been pretty cheeky if I walked in there, weight around 400-500 pounds, and asked for where the sumo classes where." I thought, snickering a bit on my own weird sense of humour as I made my way to meet the local sumo wrestlers.

There it was now. The door that had the sign saying "Sumo Club" on it. This was the moment I would have open the door and rushed in without any second thoughts as a small youngster. But as an adult it didn't feel that easy any more. I was starting to think how badly it all could end. What if I walk in, have no idea of what to say or do, and then just leave the place never to try again? (This was all stupid thoughts to have now looking back at it, but right then and there it felt like the most important part of my life.) Knowing that if I didn't even try I would be domed to fail. So having only something to gain from this experience I grabbed the door handle, turned it, and walked in.

Inside it was about how I was expecting it to be. In there was around 5-6 other anthros, talking to each other. Some of them was dressed in their sumo outfits, and some where still dressed in their ordinary clothes since it was still a bit time left before the training starts.

Looking around I could see that some of these members where half familiar to me. One of them used to be my old teacher in school, and another one I recognized was a close co-worker from my job. Something else to mention was just how big everyone was. I know that they should be (since it was sumo and all), but some of those guys (Yes guys. There wasn't any female members there.) weight probably around 450-500lbs. It was probably the first time in my life that I felt like I was a bit skinny compared to my company." (Having weight "only" 350 pounds back then and given my height, I didn't feel like I was in the same league as some of the other members.)

As I entered I was immediately greeted by one of them that recognised me. It was the co-worker from my job. His name was Jim and he was a pig. He was six feet tall and looked to weight around 550 pounds. He was without any doubt the heaviest one of the group. He was also one of those guys that where already now dressed in a Mawashi, and while I had not been betting an eye on his obese shape before at work, but seeing him dressed like a sumo wrestler really did make a complete picture of his whole fursona now.

"Hey! Didn't expect to see you here." He said, shaking my hand with great friendly force. "So you have also started to find interest in sumo, why's that my friend?" He asked me. I told him the whole story of me as a kid wanting to do it, and how seeing this site had made me want to try doing it again even more.

"Well, that's one heck of a story you got there. Let me show you a bit around." Jim said and lead me through the place. There wasn't that much to really see, but Jim really liked to make it sound like it was something only the best could be a part of. There was a changing room, a meeting room, (That also worked as a lunch room for those brining snack or larger meals.) and finally the training room. (Which was the largest of the three rooms, and also where the entrance to the place was.)

Once he was done showing me around Jim suddenly asked me, "How about a game?". I was at first very confused about it, both over how sudden the question itself was, and over if you where even allowed to let strangers to fight club members. "I can see that you are a bit unsure on my request, but I can ease you by saying that you can have one free try before you decided if you want to become a member yourself." Jim said, and after seeing me give a "yes" in response he started to take me back to the changing room.

"You need to first look like a wrestler before you can go up in the ring." He said as he took me back to the change area. "All the outfits belonging to someone is still in the respective members locker. So feel free to take anyone that is without an owner." He said before closing the door, giving me a private moments to try on one of the spare belt.

As I looked around I saw some Mawashis laying on the ground, and some hanging on half open lockers. I didn't know if any of them where free to use, but I was hoping that I could try on one that didn't looked so "used" if I say so.

That's when I saw IT hanging there. I never thought I could actually feel so Excited by a piece of cloth, but that one got me. It looked so decorative, and more important unused. It almost looked like a museum item, not to be touched by anyone. But since it wasn't in any kind of booth this didn't seem to be the case.

I shouldn't even have tried doing anything with it without asking someone first, but the sight of it hade me feel that kid again, and I started to think that Jim had said "Take anyone that is without an owner."

"That also means this one!" I thought and made my way towards it. I don't know why but I wanted to try this one more then ever now, given how I just tossed all my clothes off without even thinking of putting them in one pile at least. I had one more moment of just staring at the thing, (Forgetting that I was completely naked right now.) before taking it down and trying it on.

This was the first time for me ever trying on something that real sumo fighters whore. This was one of the many thing the child of me wanted to get a chance to try out, and I even felt like I was 6-7 years old again as I pulled it up.

It felt a bit loose but I didn't think so much about it, since it felt so great finally wearing one of these! It didn't feel as great when Jim came back and when I turned around towards the open door I felt the thing get even more loose, and before I had a chance to grab it was already laying down around my feet.

There was a very awkward moment of silence as Jim just starred at my naked body with the Mawashi on the ground, and I starred at him. It wasn't until he chuckled and said "I see that one might be a bit to big for." that I thought of covering my privates with my hands. Jim walked in and picked up a Mawashi laying on the floor. He handed it over to me and said "I think this one will fit you better". As I stepped out of the other one and put on the one Jim handed me he told me that the one I tried was a "special" one, and could only be worn by the heaviest weight practitioner of Sumo. "Only the most well built of warriors can hold it up." Jim said and patted his big pig gut. (But even he, with all his weight was still surprisingly not big enough to wear it.)

After I got myself dressed Jim took me to the ring to "show me something" he said, but once there he instead said "Shall we have a game?". Knowing how Jim is at work I should have been prepared for him to trick me into doing a game with him. But given that I had already got to see the club and try the outfits without having to cost me anything, why not try and also do a match?

As we got up in the ring Jim showed me where to stand, what the rules where, and how to stand when to start a fight. All of this made me feel even more like a wish come true, that in even if I don't join it I will at least have a chance to do one real sumo match in a real sumo outfit. That's more then I ever thought I would get a chance to test.

As for the match itself it was a very short one. Once we started immediately Jim got the upper hand and got me sent out of the ring with great force. I tumbled out of the ring, and Jim made a big show of him celebrating his victory. "Sorry if I was to hard on you, it's just that once I start a game I really want to win it." Jim said, once he was aware of how far he had sent me flying.

I could feel anger and hate here. I could also just have left the place and never come back sine I now got to experience it. But all I could think was one word. "Again". I wanted to do it again, because it was so much fun! This whole thing was just as good as my childhood dream had made it to be, and I couldn't not imagine myself not being a part of this group in the future. I told Jim that I was okay, and that I wanted to sign on to become a member. Jim got even more happy then he usually is, and said that my decision was "Something you wont regret".

Epilogue.

Ever since I became a member of the local sumo club it feels like a big part of my lifecycle is complete. That this was a part of not only my life, but me as a person that got put together. (Sounds cliché I know, but this is a bit of an emotion part for me to tell.)

I had always enjoyed my huge physique and wished to become much more bigger, but all of those negative thoughts and talks from others made me feel like I needed some kind of "reason" to let myself really go. And that's where the Sumo had come in and fixed that. Now when I was seen and commented on having a 4 or 5 courses lunch or dinner outside I could just tell them "I'm a part of the local Sumo team, and I need to bulk up a little for an important match later on." It wasn't like I lied with what I said, and that's what made it feel so great. (That the "important match" in question only was something between me and one of the others from the group was something I felt didn't needed to be said to complete strangers.)

As I finally let myself have my way with my body I was a bit surprised over just how much I actually could gain. During only the course of the first two weeks I had managed to gain 100 extra pounds, (Weighting 450 pounds at the moment.) and during the course of another month I had managed to even out grow Jim in pure weight and amount of fat on the body. (Don't ask me how much I weight now, mostly because I don't even know myself! Last time I tried a scale I broke it. When looking at it there was a label under it saying that "This scale can take weights up to 600 pounds. So if you want any kind of answer to that question my current weight is "Above 600 pounds at least.")

But what I felt was my crowning achievement in this group was when I recently looked at that big Mawashi again, and decided to try it on again. I still recall the embarrassing moment of me trying it on, Jim coming in, and me dropping the thing to the floor while he was watching me. "This time it will work!" I said very confident as I once again took of my clothes and grabbed the Mawashi. I looked down at my now much more larger body frame, before putting my gator feet into the holes. As I pulled it up I could feel a lot more resistance as it was reaching my stomach and butt area. "I just hope I didn't make myself to big." I thought as I tried to pull it up the last part. Finally I felt it was sitting well now, and decided to look at myself in the mirror.

Not to sound egocentric but the reflection of me wearing the Mawashi was probably something of the most beautiful thing I've seen. Something about how well the Mawashi was sitting on me (and my overall improved body.), made me feel like I had finally become the Sumo wrestler I always dreamed of being. Even Jim and the others where very impressed when they saw me walking around dressed in it, meaning that I had managed to reach a weight class that was above anyone else. ""With that figure of yours I think you could very well have a good chance of doing great in real Sumo tournaments." Jim said, and he was right. I could probably do a good job in a real professional game, and maybe even win a medal or a belt. But I didn't feel like doing it..

As for now I had got another dream in my life. To become a cartoon animator, (I do a lot of drawings that I put up online.) and having a Sumo training on the side doesn't feel like to big (Excuse the pun) of an obstacle. Despite my now much bigger arms and hands I can still hold a pen very well and draw my drawings. And while I still could have had the Sumo become something much more, I still prefer having it as a "Fun thing on my free time". Even thought it's not my life goal anymore, it has really helped forming me (both metaphorical and literally) into the kind of gator I always wanted to be.