Sly's Sumo-Size Steal- Part 3 (Patreon)

Sly has been growing larger and larger, and finally enjoying the benefits of being a sumo champion- but he still has a ways to go. Enjoy!

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Sly, generally, loved to win, but he never thought he would be winning matches like that. Every scrap or fight he had gotten into, he had won by being faster and smarter than his opponent, usually letting them do most of the work in bringing themselves down. That strategy wasn't going to work for him anymore, however; he had taken to his "disguise" as a sumo perhaps a little too well, and he was too big and too slow to think around his first fight— either he could push his opponent out of the ring, or he couldn't. There were no clever tricks or strategies around the problem, he could only go through it.

Not that it would, necessarily, be a problem— his opponent, a fox, was maybe half Sly's size, now. All that training and eating seemed to agree with Sly a little too well; he would have to check back to see if there weren't a few more notable Japanese ancestors, possibly a sumo wrestler, somewhere deep in the Thievus Raccoonus, because he proved to be a natural. The raccoon's body was now dominated by an enormous churning cauldron of a belly, plush as a pillow, but immovable as a boulder. His once lean musculature had grown incredibly brawny, but was mostly in service of holding up his steadily growing weight, all of it insulated by thick layers of fat— his barrel-like legs rolled off one another with each heavy stomp, his huge arms were swaddled in blubber, and his doughy chest shook with each movement.

The fight was one of the easiest Sly ever had— he all but bowled his opponent over, knocking them aside like a huge wrecking ball. Still, he saw some of the others in the stable, and he had a ways to go before he could become champion and steal the icon away…