So I haven't really been feeling it much for my Reduxes lately, until I was reminded of that one scene from Grizzy & the Lemmings where the titualar Grizzy eats a single piece of sushi and instantly fattens up by like, 30 pounds. But after that we see him with this huge pile of sushi he eats off-screen, and then later he comes back barely any bigger. Well, this won't do, so I've taken to reduxing the scene to give Grizzy the size he SHOULD have gotten from all that sushi.


.:Rated general for:.
>Ultra Fatty Food
>WG
>>Mega Obese Sumo
>>Barely Mobile


Grizzy is © Studio Hari.


Word Count: 1726

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Grizzy's Sumo Swell Redux

So let's roll back things a little bit here: Grizzy’s been booted out of the ranger house by the Lemmings in a tubby sumo suit! No matter what he tried, they just kept throwing him out on his keister. But the bear had a cunning plan, for what could beat a sumo except another sumo? So having caught a bunch of fish and cooked some rice from a bag he nicked from the house, Grizzy was now faced with his awkwardly designed sushi roll. Absolutely repulsive in every way, the ursine took a deep breath and forcefully stuffed the piece in his mouth. Gulping it down in one bite, the bear can’t help but gag in disgust. Why couldn’t it have been delicious peanut butter or chocolate spread instead? His stomach gurgled in agreeance, or perhaps hunger for his creature comforts. Actually, it was making a lot of sounds, and it was rumbling violently too. Staring bug-eyed as he looked down at his aggressively quaking middle, Grizzy was astounded as flab inexplicably piled onto his middle in crushing wave that rolled and rocked about from its sudden extrusion, with thick tucks of blubber forging itself along his sides. It was as if an air pump had been taken to him, pumping his belly up as it hung between his spread legs, the heft threatening to overhang. It had to have been an easy thirty pounds at least, and all from one little sushi roll?! The bear gripped and jiggled his plusher middle, the fresh flab sloshing mildly as he jostled himself about. Utterly amazed, and above all else delighted that the sushi worked, the heftier bear got himself to work.

Cooking and chopping and wrapping seemed to take ages, and Grizzy’s stamina felt a little drained from all the new heft weighing him down. It rocked and rolled about as he worked, but soon enough he was staring down a pile of sushi rolls that reached up to his belly. Rubbing his hands together excitedly, the bear quickly donned the spare mawashi that had apparently come alongside the sumo suit. It fit loosely but comfortably, but with all this delicious sushi Grizzy was going to need to make sure he got it on first, just in case he couldn’t afterwards. Smiling deviously the ursine took a fistful of sushi rolls and crammed them in his maw. Yep, still as nasty as before. Chewing bitterly, Grizzy swallowed them all, and in no time the rumbling returned, shaking his entire body this time. Chuckling excitedly, the bear breathed out deeply as more rich blubber came flowing, his stomach blorping outwards generously in rapid inches. That sushi was packing some real punch on as his growling middle this time as he kept ballooning into a lardy overhanging sphere barely contained by the stretched mawashi. Grizzy nodded approvingly as his sides wiggled and sagged, another deep crease forming from his back all the way around to his point, meeting with the other the same way to rivers would meet. But it was still pure flab, and he was going to need even more of it if he was going to beat the Lemmings!

Grabbing more handfuls Grizzy stuffed his mouth with sushi until every last morsel of the pile was in his stretched gob. And, honestly, the stuff wasn’t tasting too bad now actually. But that was a lot of food, and maybe he could go a bit slower. But if he was going to get his home back, he was going to have to swallow! Forcefully chewing a hecka lot of Japanese cuisine, the bear gulped down an enormous bulge that ran from his neck all the way until it hit his stomach like a rock. Panting heavily and restraining a hiccup, Grizzy waited impatiently for results. They, to say the least, hit him like jackhammer. The ursine was bouncing on his heels hard enough to carve holes in the ground as his vast belly rumbled like an earthquake! And when it was done, well, maybe he should have gone a bit slower, perhaps? The bear was shocked as his entire body was sloshing and glorping loudly, his belly stretching out before him like the grand forest he called home. Grizzy gripped at the sides of his gut, his paws sinking by the inches into his middle as he bounced it curiously, his blubber gloshing like a shaken pitcher amidst the deep systemic gurgling it was doing. His guts were starting to sound a lot like a water balloon as the midection that stood out over three feet was starting to descend, pushing the mawashi down with it. The bear grabbed at it, blushing as his chest started to feel hot, only for his unremarkable chest to instantly heave out into a pair of d-cup moobs. Grizzy was aghast as he cradled at his lardy chest, his big fat bear titties soft as cushions and expanding in his grip, their blubber squishing around his hands. The ursine gasped cartoonishly; this wasn’t part of the plan!

But plans change, as we all know, and the bear’s simple sumo selection was becoming a lardy lardball’s delight. His middle was getting heavier, and he was losing his girlish figure as his sides rounded and blubbered, the bear having gone off the straight and narrow to play ball, so to speak. Everything was building in the middle, his heaving heft descending lower and lower to the ground; so much so that Grizzy’s knees were starting to shake, only for a sudden tingle as his thighs swelled up like balloons, with more creases and folds crisscrossing them and into his calves. It was a three-way tussle between both of his thighs and his stomach for space, as Grizzy’s enormous belly was hanging off of him like half a mattress, with the other half taking up space in his ever-growing chest. His moobs were literally as big as pillows now, reminding the bear just how fat he was and was still getting as his arms inflated with batter, getting jiggly and heavy. He was sporting bingo wings that jiggled when he held them up, reminding Grizzy it was probably a better idea to keep them resting on his hillock of a stomach. Of course, there was a sudden need to reach around, and with good reason as the ursine’s ample rear was joining the puff parade in pursuit of a leading roles. His pudgy brown globes bounced with every oscillation of lard, pumping fatter, fatter! FATTER! The mawashi strap was already vanishing within the crack of gelatinous orbs, the depths taking them as the waistband was doing all it could to hold on despite squeezing him so tightly. His big fat booty rolled like the waves, though it was more of a tsunami as all this fat was crashing down on him. This is a total nightmare, and Grizzy didn’t know what the shake first to figure out what was real as his chest and shoulders seemed to be merging with his neck. His thicker fur was blorping out as the fat was infecting it too, turning into countless rolls while an ample bulge hung from his lower jaw. He was sporting a triplet of chins as the blubber was overtaking him, his cheeks porking out like he was storing nuts for winter.

Grizzy was just about to lose it all as his body kept pumping up, his gut hanging several feet off of him with the lowest part of its lard ladened underside a bare inch or two off the ground. Or rather, its two peaks as the mawashi strap was only barely hanging on, dividing his mass between its floss-thin fabric. Whether or not he even had thighs and calves or just one leg was purely up for debate as his enormously round hips seemed to be merging them, overtaking the space as his centre gravity seemed to be lowering. Not that there was any issue with things orbiting him when the one tonne bear was about the same shape as a planet. Grizzys’s massive moobs plapped over the upper hemisphere of his belly, with an intense, humid heat forming under them as they looked good enough to sleep on. And as he moved them about, there was a good chance he’d get the best slepe ever. This really hasn’t gone how he imagined it, especially as his chins merged into a super chin, which, together with his cheeks, made it look as if a watermelon was stuffed in his face. His arms sloshed about as he grabbed the deepest of his side folds and gave them a shake. The noise that came next was the spitting image of a waterbed, and the ursine felt like one as he was just so enormous, so tubby, so flabby. His ID tag, which once hung so loosely, was practically a collar as it was stuck within the largest ring of his caked-up neck.

Grizzy’s brow creased as he looked himself over, his body still groaning in the final torpor of his insane gains, his belly just brushing the ground. He did his best to pull at his mawashi to pull it back up, but it was impossible as his couch-flattening rump was eating up any space that could be offered, with only the faintest bit of the black strap visible going around the other side to his fupa-rich front. Next Grizzy tried his moob, lifting up the heavy sacks before letting them drop with two loud PLAPS! The ursine looked off into the distance towards his home, and then back at the morbidly obese mega fatso he had become. He couldn’t even see several feet before him with this mountain of a gut, and there was no hope of ever seeing his feet again. Still, he couldn’t give up, and begrudgingly he took one awkward step; well, more of a waddle. Rolling his enormous leg about, Grizzy’s plump foot instantly cracked the ground, sending ripples through the land that went for a mile away. Nodding with determination, the bear made the long trek back home, leaving deep footprints with every step. Oh yeah, those Lemmings were going to pay when he got home. They’ll never know sunlight again when he gets his big fat butt on top of them. They’ll see!