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Chapter 27 by Entertainer1891

How does the fight go?

Gas is too strong!

The sumos got into their positions, and as they did, the mist of them was looking at you with a worrying expression in their faces. They were litterally looking at a mountain in front of them and they had no idea if they could deal with all of your size. Some are also still shocked that you turned into this muscle and fat behemoth over just a couple minutes. You just grinned back as you squatted down deeper into position, your belly resting on the ground making your beefy but soft moobs to push further up towards your face almost blocking the view of them.

"Are you ready?!" The referee shouted with a sort of worried tone as he first looked at the sumos and then back at you. And you gave him a wink back to confirm. "Fight!"

The sumos all togehter rushed towards the wall of fat that was your belly and you ambraced for the impact as you stood up a bit and heaved your gut out. The 5000lbs of sumos slammed into your gut making you have to adjust your stance to keep your balance but it wasnt really an effort. The impact sent a huge pressure of gas up your throat as you opened your moth and sent a gigantic belch back towards them as a respond. "BBLLUURRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRPPP"

The **** of the burp was so strong it knocked the sumos back on their asses and tumbled a couple feet back. The lightest ones even got sent out of the ring. "HAHA, like i told you, even my gas is too much for you." You chuckled and boomed laughing at them as the crowd went crazy.

Time to show whos the boss in the arena! Maybe a wish?

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