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Kalumet had always been a big name in the sumo world... literally!

But now he was something else entirely. Towering over the city skyline, the massive gator looked less like a wrestler and more like an immobile, scaly mountain draped in a very overworked mawashi. His belly alone blotted out the sun for half the downtown district, and the rumble of his footsteps could’ve passed for an incoming earthquake. Whole office buildings vanished behind the soft, jiggling horizon of his gut, and yet Kalumet still smirked as if daring the city to find more room for him.

The last time he wrestled, his opponent didn’t so much lose as vanish; swallowed up somewhere in the vast canyon between Kalumet’s chest and belly, never to be seen again. Now, his greatest challenge wasn’t an opponent, but navigating intersections without getting wedged between skyscrapers. The city had already installed “Wide Load” warning sirens that blared any time Kalumet decided to stroll to the buffet. And as for his balance? Well… the last time he tried a sumo stomp, three city blocks had to be rezoned as parking lots.

Bus routes detoured around him, pigeons roosted on his shoulders, and some brave entrepreneurs even set up food carts in the shade of his belly which did wonders for when he was hankering for a snack. And Kalumet? He just grinned, patted his monumental middle, and claimed it was all part of his training regimen. After all, in his mind, the bigger the sumo, the bigger the victory.