Amidst the electrifying atmosphere of the sumo tournament, the crowd erupted in cheers as the announcer's voice boomed through the arena. "Ladies and gentlemen, prepare to witness a clash of titans, a battle of immense strength and agility! Today, we have the pleasure of welcoming two formidable sumo wrestlers, Haruko, the mountain of muscle, and Sakura, the force of nature!"

As Haruko, a 600+ pound sumo wrestler with a physique that could rival a small car, stepped onto the weighing scale, the platform groaned ominously beneath her massive weight. The digital display flickered erratically, its numbers dancing in a desperate attempt to keep up with the relentless pressure. For a moment, it seemed as if the scale might hold, but then, with a resounding SNAP, the platform gave way, collapsing under the crushing force of Haruko's presence.

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd as they witnessed the scale's demise, their faces etched with a mix of disbelief and amusement. The realization dawned upon them: Haruko's immense weight had literally broken the scale, a testament to her incredible strength and power. The air crackled with anticipation as the crowd waited to see how Haruko would respond to this unprecedented challenge.

Undeterred, Haruko turned to Hiroki, her human companion, who stood beside her, his eyes wide with disbelief. A mischievous twinkle sparkled in her eyes as she proposed an unconventional solution. "Hiroki," she declared with a playful grin, "since the scale has failed us, I propose we use you as a human scale."

Hiroki, caught off guard by her suggestion, could only manage a stammered response, "What? Me? As a scale?"

Haruko nodded enthusiastically, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Yes, Hiroki. The more you cry out in pain, the heavier the I must be."

Hiroki's face flushed with embarrassment, but he couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation. He found himself agreeing to this unorthodox method, his curiosity piqued.

With Hiroki lying face down on the sumo mat, Haruko positioned herself above him. The crowd hushed, their eyes fixated on this peculiar spectacle. As Haruko carefully placed her foot on Hiroki's back, a collective gasp escaped their lips. Hiroki let out a muffled grunt, his face contorting with the effort of supporting her weight.

Haruko shifted her weight, her foot pressing deeper into Hiroki's back. Hiroki's grunts grew louder, his voice echoing through the arena. The crowd roared with laughter, their amusement growing with each yelp that Hiroki emitted.

Haruko continued her assessment, gradually increasing the pressure. Hiroki's cries became more desperate, his voice reaching a crescendo as Haruko placed her full weight on him. The crowd erupted in cheers, their laughter echoing through the rafters.

Finally, Haruko lifted her foot, leaving Hiroki sprawled on the mat, his body trembling and his face flushed with exertion. The crowd applauded, their voices mingling with Hiroki's labored breaths.

Haruko stood above him, a triumphant smile gracing her lips. "Well, Hiroki," she declared, "it seems I am quite heavy."

Hiroki could only manage a weak nod, his body still aching from the impromptu weigh-in. He had never experienced such a comical and humiliating situation, yet he couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all.

As Haruko prepared to face Sakura in the sumo ring, she turned to Hiroki and said, "Well, Hiroki, looks like you'll be getting another turn as the human scale."

Hiroki groaned inwardly, his body still sore from the initial weigh-in. But he knew that refusing would only make things worse, so he braced himself for another round of humiliation.

As Sakura approached the weighing platform, her presence filled the arena with an aura of power and dominance. But instead of stepping onto the scale, she turned to Haruko and Hiroki, her voice echoing through the arena.

"With the scale broken," she declared, "I think it's only fair that I use your human scale as well."

Haruko chuckled, finding Sakura's suggestion quite amusing. "Of course, Sakura," she agreed. "The more Hiroki cries out in pain, the heavier you must be."

Sakura approached Hiroki, who lay on the sumo mat, his face etched with a mixture of apprehension and resignation. She positioned herself above him, her massive foot poised to descend upon his back.

The crowd held its collective breath, eager to witness this extraordinary weigh-in. As Sakura pressed her foot down, Hiroki let out a muffled yelp, the sound reverberating through the arena. The crowd roared with laughter, their amusement reaching a fever pitch.

Sakura shifted her weight, her foot sinking deeper into Hiroki's back. Hiroki's cries grew louder, his voice echoing through the arena. The crowd's laughter intensified, their merriment echoing through the rafters.

Finally, Sakura lifted her foot, leaving Hiroki sprawled on the mat, his body trembling and his face pale. The crowd erupted in applause, their laughter subsiding as they admired Hiroki's resilience.

Haruko stood beside Sakura, her competitive spirit ignited. "Well, Sakura," she declared, "it seems you're quite the formidable force as well."

Sakura nodded, a sly grin spreading across her face. "Indeed, Haruko," she agreed. "And now, it's time for our epic battle to commence!"

The crowd roared its approval, their anticipation reaching its peak. The announcer's voice boomed through the arena, "Ladies and gentlemen, prepare for the clash of titans! Haruko, the mountain of muscle, and Sakura, the force of nature, are about to engage in a sumo showdown that will leave you breathless!"

Amidst the thunderous applause, Hiroki was being carried off the stage by two petite men. The announcer's voice boomed through the arena, "Ladies and gentlemen, Hiroki, our very own human scale, has proven his resilience and courage, and for that, we salute him! But fear not, for Hiroki's sumo adventure is far from over. He'll be back as the human scale for the next match – the women's super heavyweight match!"

Hiroki, still lying on the stretcher, turned his head to observe the two colossal figures standing at the edge of the sumo ring. They were like two mountains of muscle, their presence commanding respect and a hint of fear. Their bodies radiated an aura of power and strength that dwarfed even Haruko and Sakura.

The announcer continued, his voice filled with excitement, "Ladies and gentlemen, these two formidable ladies weigh in at an astonishing combined weight of over 1,500 pounds! Their muscles ripple with an intensity that makes even the strongest sumo wrestlers look like mere mortals. Prepare to witness the ultimate test of Hiroki's resilience as he takes on these two unstoppable forces of nature!"



I hope you enjoyed the story, I will continue it if there's any interest...

I'd definitely like to hear more, love the Japanese comedy. It's funny but it actually seems like something they might do! Wouldn't mind being a Sumo Scale myself, that's some serious trampling.

I would really like to read more, in fact I've always fantasised about being trampled by Sumos or used as a step up into the ring, maybe being made flush with the ring and being stamped on when they do that ceremonial one legged thing.

The first Ladies here reminded me of being tra,pled by a 42 stone Lady, but I did not last very ong at all !

Thanks for the feedback, that 42 stone trample sounds incredible! Could you share that experience here? How about I'll add another story about the women's super heavyweight sumo weigh-in in exchange for your 42 stone trample story?

Sadly, I've lost touch with the Lady and she is no longer "on the scene" (I've got some video but its on tape, needs to be transferred).
She was my "best ever" single trample, but I've managed a couple of triple tramples totally around 56stone since (I do love to exploree my limits).

I'll do a couple of "write-ups" when I get a few minuits spare.

Done !
I'll post it in the true stories section.