Going up.

Even though the elevator was over twice the size of a regular one you barely fit inside it. Your monumental ass gets stuck in the door and it takes a few minutes of Steve using all his might to cram you inside the confined space along with himself as well. Your fat pushes up against every side of the lift and fills it up to the halfway point like a gigantic gelatin mold. Poor Steve is left squashed against the door behind your immense sweaty ass as his own obesity fights for what little space was left, though you can feel by his throbbing cock grinding against your rump that he's not unhappy with this setup. After a few seconds you hear the sound of the industrial winch activate as the elevator begins to move. Your blubber jiggles with even the faint motion of the elevator cabin. "You okay, Steve?" You try to look back to him as best you can but the tire of fat around your neck doesn't let you turn your head very far. "Oh, absolutely, sir," He crooned "it's an honor to be pressed up against your amazing body.~" he continues as you feel him grab a few handfuls of ass fat and give them a good shake.

Even though the ride wasn't very long you could feel the temperature of the cramped cabin quickly rising from all the heat radiating off your body as sweat begins to pool around you. The air becomes hot and sticky with the potent musk you've worked up from your strenuous morning activities. Suddenly, you feel your stomach churn with all the donuts you gorged on earlier and quickly you feel a pressure start to build. You know it's going to be a big one. You can feel it, and there's nothing you can do to stop it. You close your eyes and bite your lip as you let rip a massive, quaking, 30 second long fart point blank into Steve's face. It's so powerful it makes your fat ass cheeks clap and rattles the elevator. The air becomes almost unbreathable from the stench but it smells so good you can't help but feel proud of it. You're not the only one who likes it apparently as you feel Steve's cock shudder between your cheeks and frost them with his hot load as he moans desperately. "Phew, that was a good one, eh Steve?" You boast with a grin. "Yes sir~" he moans in agreement.

Soon after that little episode the elevator stops and the doors open up, this time on the side you're facing, thankfully. Your fat gut spills out of the elevator like a tidal wave of jello. After a few minutes of Steve arduously pushing your fat ass out of the lift you're finally in the VIP room. Dozens of trophies, awards, championship mawashis, and other accolades to Yusuke and the Yokozunas covered the wood paneled walls from end to end, flooding the whole room with their countless achievements. Though the most stunning thing of all was the man who sat on the colossal couch in the middle of it all quietly sipping sake. A massive pile of hirsute fat almost as big as you clad in nothing but a mawashi. His scruffy beard of thick black hair couldn't hide how bloated with fat his face was and his hair was pulled into an elegant topknot. He had an incredibly detailed full color tattoo of a powerful dragon coiling up one of his pillowy arms. There was no mistaking it. You'd know this man anywhere. It's Yusuke.

As you stare in awe you can't stop your cock from blowing a fat load on the floor right then and there from the sheer amount of man on display. You might've felt a bit ashamed of it had you not witnessed several other men cum themselves just by eating. He finishes his drink as he locks eyes with you and smiles. "Hey, hun, glad you could make it~."