The following days turned into a full week's worth of non-stop eating, sleeping, and fantasizing. It seemed that with each passing meal, Riolu grew just a little wider, a little rounder, a little softer. By the end of the week, his stomach had effectively doubled, maybe even tripled, in size. His thighs were beginning to swell outwards, ballooning with fat. Bit by bit, Riolu was growing, and he couldn't be happier. Well, except for one thing. Maybe two.
Sometimes, whenever Riolu felt especially lonely, he would hug his tail, similarly to how human children would hug their blankets or toys. But with his added girth, Riolu began to notice that it was becoming harder just to grab the darn thing to begin with. Not too much harder, but enough for him to see a difference. And just an hour ago, he tried testing his new size by lifting nearby rocks and punching the truck in hopes of making a dent. Moderately sized stones that originally weren't too much of a hassle to throw were now nearly impossible to lift off the ground. Punching the sides of the truck had little effect, even when putting all of his might into it, which only succeeded in hurting his arm. It was as if his muscles were disappearing, rather than growing. Brushing his worries aside, Riolu continued eating the block of cheese he had opened. Maybe he just needs to eat a little more. Suddenly, Riolu's ears perked up, detecting noise nearby. Nervously, he walked towards the source of the strange noise, but before he could exit the truck, Riolu found himself face to face with.....
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