“I guess you could borrow my dad’s suit. He has tons of them.”
“Will it even fit me like this?!” Luke said as me smacked his powerful belly.
“Hmm you’re right. You can probably just slip the jacket on.” Dave said as Luke adjusted his now tight mawashi.
“And probably his boxers to while you’re at it.” Dave then went to get some clothes from his dad’s room.
Luke sat on the floor as he waited for his friend. Looking around the house, he could tell that Dave’s family were pretty in touch with their roots. His current situation was living proof of it!
Dave soon returned with an expensive looking black suit jacket with a navy blue silk trim. “Here you go.”
“Woah, don’t you think this is a bit too fancy? I wouldn’t want to rip it.”
“Don’t worry about it, all of my father’s clothes are fancy like that.”
Now that Luke thought about it, Dave’s family must be loaded to keep a mini museum in their nice house. It shouldn’t be a surprise that his dad had expensive clothes to match.
“Remember, you don’t need it to close all the way, just put your arms through.” Dave instructed.
Luke nodded and began to lossen the Mawashi.
“WAIT, change behind the Shōji! I don’t need to see the junk of my ancestor’s rival.”
“Um.. what’s a “Shōji”?”
“It’s the paper room divider with the cherry blossoms on it. Change behind that.”
“Right, sorry about that.”
Luke walked behind the dividers and began to remove the mawashi. He then struggled to fit his beefy sumo thighs into the boxers. He eventually got them on and then slowly put the suit jacket on.
The medallion once again began to glow. Luke felt an odd sensation as his round face began to deflate, leaving behind and chiseled jawline. His wide nose began to shrink and flatten some more. He sighed with relief as his man boobs turned into a nice pair of pectorals. Dave’s father clearly wasn’t a stranger to the gym.
His bun became undone as his hair reshaped itself into a more modern business cut. Dave’s father liked it short.
Luke dared to lower his waistband to see what was going on in the groin area. While the sumo wrestler did have quite a bulge, it was all balls and girth. His penis was definitely on the small side. It thinned out and lengthened a little but sadly not by much.
“Dad must be a grower, or all those asian stereotypes are true.” Luke thought to himself with a giggle.
His skin began to tingle has colorful swirls appears on his arms. Apparently Dave’s father had what looked like koi fish sleeve tattoos.
When the transformation was complete Luke turned to look at himself in one of the many ornamental mirrors on the wall.
He couldn’t believe his luck, he just went from a authentic sumo wrestler to a hot guy who looked fit enough to be ninja or even a samurai!
“Luke are you done?” Dave asked.
Luke emerged from behind the Shōji with his arm crossed.
“Now is that any way to speak to your father?” He scowled.
“Wow that’s terrifying, you even have his accent.”
Luke walked over to one of the display swords and picked it up.
“HYAH.” Luke yelled as he began waving it around.
“I feel like one of those dudes in the Karate movies!”
It was strange for Dave to see what looked like his stern, mature father acting so childish.