Here's a caption I wrote for my discord servers "caption this" channel. The image was provided/requested by MasonR-Ayin. Her panties reminded me of a mawashi so… one thing led to another and I wrote this lol

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Things weren’t looking too good for Shirou ‘The Snow Dragon’ Ryoichi, defending champion of the National Japanese Sumo Wrestling League. The championship was single bout matches where the wrestler with the best win to loss ratio would be crowned the champion and he had been on a losing streak nearly all night. With just one more loss he’d have to give up his title as champion and with getting up there in age he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to keep up with the competition come next year.

“What’s got you down gramps?” A gruff voice came from behind Shirou, who turned around to see a middle aged man in a suit. “Wait, you’re The Snow Dragon! You’ve got a match up in fifteen minutes.”

“Yes- yes I do.” Shirou stumbled over his words as he closed the door to his locker. “I’m just not in the right headspace today and it’s- I wanted to go out with a bang before I retire.”

“I see… You ain’t no snitch are you?”

“No?” Shirou paused. “Why do you ask?”

“Because,” the well dressed man rummaged around in his pocket for a moment before pulling out his clenched fist which he opened up to reveal small pink pills. “It contains ginger and maca root. You take this just before heading out into the ring and it’ll have you feeling young and energized again.” The man grabbed Shirou by the wrist and dropped three of the pills into his hand. “And if anyone asks, you didn’t get them from me.”

Before Shirou could respond the man turned away from him and made his way out of the locker room, leaving Shirou alone with a handful of these pills. “Thanks, I guess?”

“Shirou,” the head of one of the referees poked into the locker room from the door that led out to the ring, “you’re up in five.” And as quickly as his head entered it left, leaving Shirou to himself again.

Shirou sighed and looked at the pills in his hands. The guy said they were made from ginger and maca root so… it wouldn’t be cheating to take them. It’d give him the boost he needed to retire as the champion and gracefully pass down that title next year. “It’s not like they’re steroids.” He opened his mouth, tossed the pills into his mouth, and swallowed them. The bitter taste lingering on his tongue and deep in his throat. He had this. Shirou stepped up to the door leading to the ring and waited for the referee to announce him.

“And on this side of the ring we have the returning champion who’s here to defend his ring: The Snow Dragon!”

Shirou stepped through the doorway, out onto the ring to a cacophony of applause. His opponent was already on his side of the ring, a young up-and-coming wrestler who Shirou could not recall the name of. Shirou stood across from him and bowed, which the young man reciprocated with his own bow back, and took a wide stance with his hands on his knees.

Silence fell over the dojo until the referee finally called out- “Begin!”

Shirou and the other wrestler immediately locked hands with one another as they tried to be the first to gain ground, with Shirou playing defense as the young man was a bit faster on the uptake. Unfortunately for Shirou’s opponent the pills Shirou had taken had finally run their course through his bloodstream as a fire passion welled up inside of him. One step. Two steps. Three steps, Shirou managed to push his opponent back by as he dug his heels into the ground. But as quickly as he felt rejuvenated that fiery drive within him turned into a burning sensation in all of his muscles as they rapidly dwindled away. With the sudden loss of strength his opponent was easily able to shove Shirou over, toppling him into the dirt ground below them.

The crowd gasped and people rose from their seats as Shirou became obscured by a cloud of dust. Silence once again lingered over the dojo as the crowd held their breath, waiting for the dust to settle but when it eventually did the crowd erupted into gasps and murmuring. Where The Snow Dragon once stood was but a nearly nide chubby woman doing her best to cover her modesty as she cupped her breasts in her arm.

“Ugh…” Shirou used his arm to lift himself up from the ground and rolled over, feeling the way his weight had been redistributed across his body. All of his muscle mass and weight for sumo wrestling had been redeposited into his now womanly chest and child-bearing hips which his mawashi had uncomfortably snuck into and given him a wedgie.

“Uhm… Out?” The referee called as the edge of Shirou’s hips had left the boundaries of the ring, eliminating him from the championship.

“Yes! I knew you could do it bud!” A familiar gruff voice celebrated nearby. Shirou looked over to the commotion and scowled, seeing the man who had given him those pills congratulating his opponent on a ‘clean’ victory. The man noticed Shirou’s glare and turned his attention towards him, “Chin up big lady. You got your youth returned to you and my man gets a fighting chance at becoming the champion. Although… I don’t think you’re cut out for sumo wrestling anymore. However, I heard that the Red Light District is always in need of fresh MILFs so… toodles!” He turned away from Shirou, wrapped his arm around the young sumo wrestler, and led him back into the locker room, leaving Shirou in the dust.