COMM: Sumo Blaze

Commission for , Blaze the cat, as a sumo wrestler!

UPDATE: Now with accompanying story by Jack:

“Excuse me. Your worship? Your worship?” Blaze the Cat felt someone poking her, waking her up from such a lovely nap. She mewed lightly before yawning and stretching. She looked up to see a diminutive fox villager looking up at her, cowering and trembling slightly, almost as if in fear.

“Hmm? Yes, what is it?” Blaze remembered now; she had just eaten breakfast a short while ago, and had been absolutely stuffed to the gills with all manners of delicious food, just as she was every morning. Then she’d slipped into a food coma, a fairly common occurrence these days.

Her tone must have come across as annoyed, because the villager shrank even further, almost bowing completely to her. “Y-your w-w-worship, it’s time for your mid-morning meal.” Ah, yes, her second meal of the day. She purred in contentment. She needed at least six meals a day and copious snacks in-between just to keep her sated. How did she ever survive on just three meals a day?

Blaze smiled at the villager, gently patting him on the head. “Yes, thank you. Have it brought here right away.”

The villager finally stopped shivering. “Y-yes your worship. R-right away.” He scurried away, leaving Blaze alone.

Blaze stretched out, taking up as much space as she could on her glorious, plush couch. In her boredom, she absentmindedly squeezed one of her many belly rolls, loving the feel of the soft fat in her gloved paws.

She’d never thought she’d become a goddess, or that she would end up being one in a village full of sumo amazons. She’d been fighting with Eggman Nega as Burning Blaze on board one of his egg cruisers, when a particularly nasty explosion knocked her over the side, sending her plummeting into the jungle below in a fireball. She landed directly in the center of the village, where when she came to, she found all of the villagers bowing to her.

She later found out that there was a prophecy of a goddess in this village, a purple goddess who could control fire, which certainly described her to a tee. And so, a bit reluctantly, she had accepted that role for this village. Little did she know that their goddess was destined to be so large; she was supposed to outstrip every girl in the village in size, and get as large as possible. In fact, the goddess was supposed to be immobile, the ideal for any girl in this village.

Initially, she’d been scared of the health effects such weight gain would cause. However, no ill effects had shown up so far, and even more, she’d grown to love her size, relishing in every delicious meal and every succulent pound added to her frame, her body growing bigger , heavier, and more plush every day.

Bored once again, Blaze glanced up at the mirror on the ceiling, the one made specifically for her so that she might adore herself. Her large cherubic cheeks framed her fat face, and she had the beginnings of a second chin. She moved her gaze down to her breasts. She’d had a ridiculously flat chest before, but now she had a pair of melons to be proud of.

She adjusted her top, a fairly normal pink bikini top, with the two halves held together in the middle by a ring. On the left breast, the villagers had stitched a tongue of flame, a sort of logo for her.

She moved to adjust her matching pink mawashi, which had begun to fall down, letting her apron of a belly loose. She pulled it up, her large belly, the center of her growth, jiggling and wiggling all it could, the white fur of her belly hypnotically shifting shades as the shadows played across the vast, jiggling expanse.

While Blaze would have loved to look at her butt, she couldn’t gather up the energy to roll onto her side. Her large butt spread out underneath her, the edges of her cheeks reaching the edges of the couch. Even though she couldn’t see her butt, she knew what it must look like, two large, wobbling globes of soft fat, each the size of a beach ball, her mawashi wedged in between them, disappearing into the vast crack. Her still-thin tail protruded from just above the belt of her mawashi, and would be flicking back and forth if it weren’t quashed underneath a quarter ton of cat.

Blaze’s eyes wandered down to her thighs, which squeaked and rubbed together every time she walked, which wasn’t often these days. The sides of her thighs were covered in large swathes of dimpled cellulite, which were clearly visible as her thighs pressed into the couch, her thighs squashed outwards and overflowing the sides of the couch. She moved down to her calves, which were still veritable flabby logs, but nowhere near the size of her thighs. Her large legs culminated in her dainty paws, still mostly unaffected by her massive gain.

There was a knock on the door to her room, and a flood of servants rushed in, burdened under heavy platters of food, all of it meant to fill her massive belly. Blaze’s empty belly rumbled loudly, eager for more food to sate it, a feast which would only keep her satisfied for a few hours at most. Blaze was ever-so-content as she was, and would be content to stay at her current size, but that was not the role of the goddess. The goddess was to continue to get fatter until she could no longer walk, no longer lift herself, no longer move under her own power. The villagers would not stop fattening her until she was completely and totally immobile, and despite the apprehension that should have caused, Blaze could only purr in contentment as she thought of how much bigger, and softer, and heavier her body would get. Soon, very soon, she would be worthy of the title of goddess; she would be the biggest, fattest girl in the entire village.