Another Sonic Sumo Commission for Jack-The-Writer , who wrote the following story:

The morning sun broke through a gap in the morning clouds, and a bright beam of sunlight shined onto the cherubic face of none other than Wave the Swallow, former chief engineer of the Babylon Rogues, although her old teammates would barely recognize her now.

Wave’s eyes fluttered open, and she yawned deeply before she rolled onto her back, the wooden bed frame squeaking groaning in protest as it struggled to support over 500 pounds of bird. Wave attempted to get up, the key word being attempted, as whenever she tried to sit up, her belly would bunch up, making it impossible for her to raise herself any higher. After a few minutes of grunting, cursing under her breath, and struggling, she finally flopped back down on the mattress, which elicited yet another groan of pain from the tortured bed.

After waiting a minute to regain her strength, Wave began to throw her weight to the side, then to the other, building up a rocking motion. With each rock, the bed squeaked louder and louder threatening to break. Finally, she had enough momentum to roll off the side of the bed, her belly landing on the floor, accompanied by a loud “Oof!” as the impact caused Wave’s body to jiggle uncontrollably.

“Alright, come on now!” Wave braced herself against the floor, before trying to push herself up. Despite her fat belly and breasts getting in the way, this was the best option if she planned on going out today. “How did it ever come to this?” As she strained what was left of her muscles to the limit, Wave thought back on what had brought her to this point.

Stupid Jet and Storm. Oh, how she hated them, for their chauvinistic attitudes, and never appreciating her work. So one day she just up and left. She couldn’t work in a group like the Babylon Rogues where she wasn’t respected, so she took her Extreme Gear and left. She wandered for months looking for a place to settle, and of all the places she thought she’d settle, this place never even crossed her mind.

She’d been traveling through the jungle when she chanced upon this village made entirely of sumo amazons. What surprised her even more was the level of respect every amazon gave the other. How could she not have settled down here?

Wave finally managed to get to her feet, sweating and panting from the exertion. Once she’d regained enough strength, she waddled over to her mirror. The one catch of moving to a village full of sumos? You had to become a sumo. Despite being hesitant initially, Wave had come to embrace and love her new body, despite the fact that it had a lot of drawbacks.

Wave adjusted the snow-white mawashi and tube top she’d been given. Just like always, her mawashi rode up during the night, leaving her with a killer wedgie in the morning. And her fat breasts were threatening to pop out of the too-small top that had been made for her after her old one could no longer contain her girth. It was a simple white tube top, with a white swallow wing surrounded by purple flames emblazoned on the left breast, her personal symbol in the village.

Wave tied her white bandana on her head and put her glasses in position, the only parts of her original outfit, save for her necklace, which still fit. After doing so, she looked over her body, as she did every morning to ensure she looked her best.

She started at her cherubic cheeks, lovely and plump, which framed her beak. Moving down, she reached her fatty breasts, barely contained by her top, the top halves bulging out and showing off a massive amount of cleavage. Her flabby arms jiggled at the slightest movement. However, upon moving down to her massive belly, she reached the vast majority of her bulk: her lower half.

Her belly had gotten so big that it threatened in parts to flop over her mawashi, the once-huge white cloth diaper which now barely contained her magnificent gut. The bottom of her belly oozed around the bottom of her mawashi like fresh bread dough. Even with its support, her belly still hung down to her knees, a veritable apron of fat and the centerpiece of her new massive frame. She gave it an experimental jiggle, watching the soft fat ripple and undulate, before giving it a sharp smack.

Satisfied with her belly, Wave turned around to examine her butt, which looked a pair of beach balls ridden with cellulite, her white mawashi disappearing in the huge crack between the two cheeks. She gave one of them a firm squeeze, feeling the soft flesh ooze between her fingers. A butt to be proud of.

She turned around again to examine her legs. In order to examine her thighs, Wave reached underneath her belly and heaved it upwards as much as she could. The muscles in her arms screamed in pain from having to hold so much weight, but she persevered.

Her thighs, unsurprisingly, were squished together. They rubbed together irritatingly whenever she walked. She spread her legs apart to try and get a better view, leading to incessant jiggling and a tickling sensation, which caused her to stifle a giggle.

Satisfied with her inspection, Wave let go of her belly, the large ball of fat falling and smacking against her thighs so loudly that she was afraid she’d wake the neighbors. She waited a minute for her fat to cease jiggling before waddling towards the door. She had her first sumo match soon, and didn’t want to be late. Wave smiled to herself. Living here was going to be great!