Sumo Wrestler Inflatable Suit Novels & Stories

The suits were ready in two days. They were this full-body, extremely fitting like-a-second-skin, midnight blue, superhero-like suits. They clung to the bodies of the soldiers like wet polyester and were as tough as metal when struck from the outside. However, they weren't heavy neither did the soldiers feel like they were wearing the toughest and strongest uniform on earth. Impenetrable.

His mind flashed back to the fight he’d recently witnessed me endure. He stood slowly, doing his best to disguise the fact that his leg was injured when he hit the floor after being tossed into the ring. His face was expressionless, showing none of his concern when an extremely large Suma wrestler climbed into the ring and immediately grabbed him by the chest and squeezed. To the wrestler’s surprise, Shen freed himself quickly and counter attacked. The roar of the crowd was deafening.

Then, they saw a sumo wrestler approaching, the kind that weighs over 300 pounds. Ambrose said indifferently, "Those willing to accept the punishment, come do 100 push-ups. But, you'll have to do them with the sumo wrestler sitting on your back." The crowd fell silent. Some even cried. Couldn't they just keep running? Dragging their lead-heavy legs, exhausted like dead dogs, and panting heavily, everyone was on the brink of collapse. Only Larissa cheerfully scampered along, running while making heart gestures at Ambrose. Everyone wished they could kick Larissa down!

Finally, I went back to fetch my weapons. I took two handguns, Sigsaucers. A couple of magazines, a rifle, and a knife. The knife was odd-looking; it was maybe due to the mechanism of the suit. Then there are the weird grenades as well. "Sir? Is it okay to take these?" I asked, and he nodded. "Those aren't real grenades that can mutilate you when they explode. That thing uses sound waves which the suit is designed to pick up. The suit will then calculate the programmed damages. It takes three seconds to explode. Its range is 6 meters in diameter."

With that he had managed to create an absorbing suit though it was still under development. But the suit could absorb emotions and transform it in energy, strong energy. He had made it particular for his anger issues and uncontrolled wolf. He had never tried it though only ones and it gave a not too good out come and he had to retouch it. He slipped the suit on and it fit just well, it readjusted to whatever size he was. It looked nice. It was presided on his skin and looked like every normal suit, no body would notice the difference.

The dimly lit room was filled with the aroma of sweat, leather, and anticipation. Fifteen naked bodies were scattered around the wrestling mat, eagerly awaiting the main event of the evening. I, Melody Rivera, the reigning fuck fight champion, stood in the center of the ring, my toned muscles rippling beneath my bare skin. My opponent, a new challenger named Lex Lux, eyed me hungrily as he stretched his broad shoulders, his thick cock already hardening at the thought of conquering me.

The room itself was magnanimous. There was a huge stage on the other end of me with the most ostentatious couch. It was long, maroon with gold detailing and gold handles. In front of me, there was a pathway, and on either side of it was a waterfall—that’s right, a waterfall inside—that fell into a pool of water. It smelled like roses, something familiar, and pleasant. As I walked the sound of my steps followed behind me a few seconds later. “Wow,” I said. I got to the other side and saw the falls from the other side. It really was beautiful. I turned to the stage and instantly became mesmerized by the couch. The gold detailing had painted a story of a human transforming into a wolf.

He didn't say anything else and immediately stepped on the ground, the aura inside his body bursting forth. If one were to take a closer look, the armor he was wearing was one of the most advanced exoskeletal suits. It could increase the power of a warrior, similar to the genetic drugs Country A used. Souichiro was using all the tools available to him. Looking at Souichiro, Leighton instinctively said, "Mr. Souichiro, be careful. He likes to set up ambushes!" "Don't worry, Mr. Leighton," several high-level members from Shindan Way said with a smile.

I pull the material of my slinky swimsuit up to my waist and then take a deep breath, letting it out slowly. Making my chest and lungs as small as possible, I shimmy the suit past my boobs and wrap each arm through the holes. I love this swimsuit even if it's a bitch to get over my hips. It's a one piece, but there's boning inside the torso that pushes up my boobs and sucks in my stomach. If I could handle not breathing for so long, I'd wear it underneath my clothes every day of the week.