Aw…naw, NAW!

Koto has never been particularly fond of sumo wrestling, he in fact abhors the sport, scarcely even considering it, often at times being heard to say; ‘Nuthin’ butta buch o’ big, fat tubs o’ lard bouncin’ off of each other, it’s revoltin’!” in regards to it. He does however have a certain obsession with the sumo wresters’ attire, the Mawashi belt, and often wears one beneath his clothing, or when he’s possibly his brawny physique privately in front of a tall mirror. He’s never been too sure as to why he has such an attraction to the belts, perhaps it’s the smooth, silken glossy material always giving him an instant hard-on soon as he puts it on, but naturally it’d never be something he’d admit to. Despite this certain affinity to the ceremonial attire of the sumo, Koto is continually vocal of his dislike for the sport. Downright nasty, crude and vulgar at times, he’s hurt more of his fair share of feelings. But as all things go in this world (least my little twisted facsimile of it) when you push people too far, or perhaps one person in particular, they eventually get even…

And that’s exactly what happened to Koto.

Fed up with his sumo-bashing remarks, Raiden, a very proud, sumo supporting fox, mentally vowed to find a way to punish Koto. Upon one of his many travels, Raiden happened upon a shop of rare mystical artifacts (because all oriental settings have those, you know) owned by a very kindly, albeit very ancient raccoon. He told the shopkeeper of his plight, his frustration with the meat headed Kotos cruel remarks about sumo wrestling, and as fortune would have it, the elderly shopkeeper knew just the item to give to Raiden.

“Be warned, use of this object is irreversible, and unbreakable, do not use it lightly…”

With a bow of his head and his thanks, Raiden left with what the shopkeeper had granted him, as well as his warning. Examining the item further, Raiden realized it was little more then a mawashi belt, appearing not at all significant or special from the ones he normally saw. But with a shrug to himself, Raiden still tucked the belt away somewhere where he knew Koto would find it, knowing of the muscle heads fetish for them. Not long after Raiden hid them away, the fox soon found them missing…and not long after that, he heard a horrified cry of distress as well.

After having gone off to try the Mawashi belt on, Koto had instantly blimped up to the size of a well-rounded and big bellied sumo wrestler. Unable to believe his eyes, Koto stared in disbelief at his bulbous belly, obstructing the view of his pawfeet entirely…despite the fact even they having become rather swollen.

“W-wuddidya doo t’ me?!” Koto, finding Raiden standing there, staring with an equal amount of disbelief, instantly blamed placed blamed squarely upon him.

“Turned you into the thing you hate so! And you’ll not turn back to your pig-headed, brawny self until you learn to be a full-fledged sumo wrestler, the very thing you despised, yet admired yourself I their clothing!” Raiden spat, knowing his proclamation of the affects of the Mawashi belt being reversible were all a fabrication. There was no cure, Koto was stuck that way…and the fox couldn’t think of anyone more deserving.

“I’ll train, I’lls be good, I’lls trains, just makes mes normal again!” The bloated husky pleaded, falling upon his swollen knees, beginning to weep.

“I’ll leave you to it, then…” Raiden knew of course, the Husky had not the slightest inkling where to start at training to be a sumo wrestler. He wasn’t about to assist him though, so instead, simply walked away, leaving Koto there on his knees…as he struggled to get back on his feet.

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This has been an idea that's been mulling about in my head for awhile...I've been wanting to do a sort of 'transformation sequence' with inflation for awhile, but with time constraints this is the best I can do for now! I had a bit more in mind for what happened to poor Koto but the description was getting way too long as it was...but despite the oddity of it I hope you enjoy the pic!

-Boz