"Will you look at that! Super Sumo showdown! That's an audience favorite around here," the host said in response to thunderous applause and hooting, "Teams, select your players!"
Clay looked at Bessie and smirked. If there was a physical challenge she was built for, this was it. She nodded knowingly and stepped forward into a ring that appeared in the middle of the stage. Some highly stereotypical Japanese string music played as she did so. The crowd cheered her on, but the team was getting some laughs as well. What was so funny? Had they committed some crucial miscalculation?
On the opposite side of the stage, Anna stepped forward to more applause and music.
"Good choice blue team," the host commented as spotlights fell on Bessie and Anna. Red team has the bigger player, but remember we like to keep things fair here! Let's even the odds!"
A screen above them lit up, again showing their heights and weights. Clay didn't understand exactly how the host intended evening the odds between these two opponents until it was too late.
The number attached to Anna's name was rising, and fast. It hit 160 before Clay looked back at her to his surprise. Impossibly, Anna was growing. She became wider, her hips growing with her shoulders, thighs expanding to support her increasing weight. If that was the end of the development, it may have not been so troubling, but Clay noticed something else. She wasn't only putting on fat. It appeared that she was more or less retaining her current muscle composition as she grew. She looked like a thick body builder, and she was still growing. By the time she topped out at Bessie's weight, she was a sight to behold. Much of her weight settled on her hips and ass, set up by thick, powerfully muscled thighs. She had a bit of a belly, but it seemed tight despite the coating of fat covering it. She had gained a slight double chin, but it was nothing like the set of jowls that adorned Bessie's neck. Her arms, while not ripped, did not quite sag or wobble much at all. She looked every bit the "strongman" archetype despite retaining femininity. It was a bodytype that would not occur in nature, yet here it was. Clay understood why the crowd had laughed... under these conditions Bessie was seriously outmatched.
Bessie's eyes lit up with fear. It seems that she had actually been the worst person to select for this challenge.
Anna widened her stance and dropped her hands onto her knees, strong hands gripping them. Bessie did the same, her body wobbling as sweat already appeared above her brow. Clay couldn't watch. He did watch, but- you know- he couldn't.
"Alright ladies, wrestle!"
It was over in a matter of seconds. Anna covered the distance between her and Bessie before Bessie had taken her second step, and she nearly lifted her clean into the air as she pushed her out of the circle in the ring.
"Well, that was quick!" The announcer called out amid cheers, "Blue team wins in commanding fashion 10 points to them!"
Anna slimmed back down to her original size as Bessie struggled to her feet after having been knocked on her back.
"Clay and Bessie, for that pathetic attempt, you'll be spinning the wheel of LOSERS!"
The crowd let out a collective "oooh."
"Fine," said Clay angrily as a wheel was pulled out before him, "I'll spin it, but it'll be the last time!"
Bessie stepped back to her podium as the sumo ring was removed and the audience focused on Clay.
Many of the punishments, if not most of them, made little sense to him. He grabbed the wheel and spun it as the crowd's chatter died down. It spun for some time before landing on an odd one "the weakest links."
"Oh that one is a DOOZY," the host said with a smirk, "know how it works, red team?"
Clay and Bessie shook their heads in response.
"Simple, blue team will select who they think is the weakest link on your team. Any losses you suffer make your strongest character more like your weakest link. Now blue team, who is the weakest lin-"
"BESSIE!" they shouted simultaneously before the announcer could even finish his question. The audience laughed and cheered in response, which was starting go get Clay a bit angry.
"Good choice!" The host responded, "Then that means that Clay will become more like Bessie with each loss. And you two just lost, didn't you? Let's give you a taste!"
Clay began to feel very odd- an uncomfortable bloating sensation overtook him as he felt his clothes began to stretch.
"What-what's happening to me?"
Bessie looked on in horror, thinking she knew exactly what was going on. Clay was growing fatter, and by no small amount. First, all muscle definition left him as his muscles dwindled slightly, fat creeping into where it had once been. His abs turned into a slight belly with a puffy set of lovehandles rising like dough from above his waistband. They didn't call her "Bessie Backside" for nothing, though. His buttcheeks began to plump up, growing from a rather flat affair to a small but noticeable buble. His thighs followed suit, but they didn't grow quite as much as some of his muscle was replaced with fat.
Clay pressed into his newfound softness with disgust. He looked up at the number associated with his name, which had risen.
CLAY: 5'10" 195
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