Misaki was finishing unpacking when she heard a voice behind her. "Do you want the top bunk, or the lower bunk?"
Misaki spun around to see Kijo standing behind her. "Oh, hello, Kijo-san. To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?"
"I'm your dorm mate," said Kijo. She glanced to the bunk bed. "Like I was saying, do you want the top bunk or the lower bunk?"
"Top, I guess," said Misaki.
The green-skinned oni maiden sighed happily. "That's a relief! I'm pretty sure I'd break the top bunk. Oni aren't exactly lightweight... even if I'm not really fat yet." She patted her only slightly plump belly. "How do you feel about gaining weight, Misaki. I can't help but notice you're pretty skinny."
"I can't really say I know what to think of it," answered Misaki. "I never pictured myself fat, but I really, really want to be a sumo."
"How'd you get into that?" asked Kijo. "We all have our reasons."
"It's hard to explain," said Misaki. "My I'm the daughter of the high priest of a Shinto shrine dedicated to Inari. I was born with spirit sight, so I could see through all the glamours and disguises of the kami and yokai that gathered around the shrine. I especially saw many kitsune, as is to be expected at an Inari shrine. I'd see them in their anthro form, their four-legged form, and in their human form. Even though they looked human in the last case, I could sense what they truly were with my spirit sight.
"My father warned me of the dangers of getting to close to the yokai, but I was growing more drawn to them by the day. I finally went off into the forest to seek some out, and I found a piece of paper nailed to a tree. It was an advertisement for this very heya. I don't know why, but I really wanted to be attend and learn sumo after I read it. I believe it must be destiny."
"And you're good with growing a cock, becoming a yokai, and gaining anywhere between eighty and three hundred pounds to make that happen?" asked Kijo. "Humiya's gone to find a witch who can do that to us, you know."
"Yes," answered Misaki. "This path jut feels... right to me. I'm actually really excited to become a kitsune futanari. And maybe I'll learn to enjoy being fat, too."
Kijo sighed. "I wish I could say I was excited about MY upcoming transformation. They wanna give me a dick so I can fit in with the old sumo traditions, but half the reason I'm here is to show the yokai community that girls can be rikishi, too!"
"And the other half?" asked Misaki.
"To impress my girlfriend back home," said Kijo, stroking the rhinoceros-like horn growing from her forehead. "Her name's Hōkō. She has the most gorgeous red skin you'll ever see on an oni."
Misaki tried not to stare at Kijo's naked firm tits as she responded. "I'm sure she'd still love you as a futanari." Misaki's eyes locked onto Kijo's iron-studded kanabō. "That's quite a club you have there. I take it oni are great warriors?"
"To put it mildly!" Kijo laughed. "Some of our clans are even maneaters. Not mine, though. You smell delicious, but I have the self-control to ignore it. Good thing, 'cause there's no getting out of my iron grip you once I get a hold of you. Besides our strength, oni also have a strong connection with magic. Those of us who really train at it can achieve a mastery of the mystical arts comparable to a wizard. Me, I can only do basic tricks." To demonstrate, Kijo pointed a finger at Misaki's clothes, which were dirty from traveling on foot. Just like that, they were suddenly clean.
Misaki stared down at her clean clothes. "That's amazing! I'm going to enjoy having you for a room mate, Kijo."
"Me, too," said Kijo. "Hey, how about you go explore the heya while I unpack?"
Misaki nodded, kind of glad to get away from the sight of a half-naked amazonian demon who already had a girlfriend. In the hallway, she found Shizuka Zayasu slouched against the wall. The anthro cat glowered at the human.
Misaki couldn't take it anymore. "Arrgh, what the FUCK is your problem with me?! We haven't even spoken until now!"
Shizuka narrowed hir eyes. "You don't belong here, human. This isn't your world."
"I get that this is about me being a human," said Misaki. "None of the other students seem to mind, though. Why do you?!"
"You honestly don't know?" Shizuka sneered, wrapping hir impossibly long tail around Misaki's torso. "Fine, I'll tell you why, skinny. Some humans say we're ghost cats, right? Well, they're half-right. We're DESCENDED from ghost cats. There was a time when humans could torment cats without fear of punishment. Our ancestors cried out to the kami for help. Finally, it came. After death at the hands of cruel owners, my ancestors became the first bakeneko. They ate their masters and took their shape. They lived among the humans, playing tricks on them as revenge. Bakeneko know the cruelty humans can commit. Forgive us if we don't fucking trust them!"
"I'm not like that," Misaki pleaded tearfully. "Back at my father's shrine, I would leave out milk for stray cats. I don't even intend to stay human for long. I just want to experience your world. Is that so awful?" Misaki felt her eyes involuntarily wander across Shizuka's ample, fleshy body, from hir uncovered, melon-sized breasts to the noticeable bulge in hir loincloth. Why did someone so hostile have to be so hot?
Shizuka's face faltered for a second. Shi fought to restore hir scowl. "W-well, we'll see about that. Maybe that'll turn out to be who you are, or maybe you're lying to me. Time will tell. And if you ARE lying to me, you'll feel it in the dojo!" Shazuka slunk off, muttering to hirself about tricky humans.
"ARE YOU REALLY A HUMAN?!!" shouted a... vase?
Misaki jumped startledly as a turtle girl popped out of a decorative vase. She looked to be maybe eleven or twelve. She was slightly plump, and she had a hollow head whose indentation was filled with water. She cheerily waved a cucumber at Misaki. "Hi, I'm Nariko! Kyūri Sensei's my grandpa! You smell like the humans who live in town! That's neat; we've never had one in the heya before! You're here to become a sumo wrestler, right? Ooooooh, you're so skinny! You're going to need sooooooo much chankonabe before you're ready to wrestle! How did you find us? The humans aren't supposed to know about..."
"Whoa, whoa, slow down!" gasped a very overwhelmed Misaki.
"Oh, sorry," the little kappa said. "Grandpa always says my chattering scares the students. Like I said, I'm Nariko, Kyūri Sensei's granddaughter. It's nice to see a human around here. I see them when I'm away running errands for the heya (just today I got a chance to see the Takarazuka Review putting on The Rose of Versailles), but I've never been able to talk to one. I always need an invisibility glamour around them, you see."
"Well then," Misaki smiled, "consider me your first human friend." She bowed, and Nariko bowed back.
"Eeeek!" Nariko suddenly screamed. "My head water!"
"I beg your pardon?" asked Misaki.
"I bowed too deep," Nariko explained. "All the water spilled of of my sara, my head dish. Now I'm stuck!"
"What can I do?" asked Misaki.
"Take me to the river and refill my sara," said Nariko. "I'll be fine then."
Misaki nodded and carried the hapless Nariko outside to the river. She knelt down to refill her new friend. Across the river, she could see the other half of the heya.
"What are those buildings on the other side for?" asked Misaki.
"That's the male section of the heya," said Nariko. "Careful not to look at it for too long, though. Grandpa says you shiyūdōtai aren't allowed to have anything to do with the males aside from the annual tournament, not even eye contact."
"Right," Misaki nodded, dunking Nariko in the river and refilling her sara.
Nariko's body unstiffened and she straightened herself out. "Much better! Thanks, Misaki. I'll try not to bow like that again."
Misaki smiled. "And I'll try not to bow to you again. Well, I think I'll go see if Kijo's ready to hang out. Bye!" Nariko waved goodbye as the human girl headed for the dorm shiyūdōtai building.