Huffing, puffing, the butterball waddles his way to the Old Lady's cabin once more, his belly almost touching the ground, his legs gently squishing against eachother, as he has to work around his own weight to keep moving. This time though he wasn't just heading there to get a bite to eat; But to climb inside, and hopefully get to stay.
He could already imagine getting to feast on whatever was provided to him, picturing himself sitting there, stuffing his jaws, growing bigger, and bigger, and-
His stomach grumbles, interrupting his fantasy as he finds himself at the window once more, looking up at it. The Old Lady wasn't home for now it seemed, but the window had been left open, probably out of habit. Quite convenient really. And there was the scent of food coming from inside, already making him lick his lips in greediness and anticipation.
The next challenge though was actually climbing in. He reaches up, grabbing onto the edge of it with his chubby paws, and begins trying to lift himself up. He was already a bit worn out from making his way here, but after this he'd probably be exhausted, having to fight against gravity and his own belly as he struggled to climb up, feeling it squish against the ledge he was trying to climb upon, his own heaviness fighting against him. But he just had to get inside! Breathing heavily, he finally forces himself not just onto the ledge of the window, but he ends up sending himself straight through, landing inside the Cabin with a thud, somehow ending up on his back.
Breathing heavily, he lays there, his body wobbling and jiggling gently from the impact, already feeling exhaustion beckoning him to sleep. His belly grumbled again though, loud enough to make him wobble a bit more. Forcing him to stay awake to get something to eat first, at least.
Course, now he had trouble getting off of his back, having to roll onto his side in order to fully get up, his limbs squishing against himself slightly as he did so. "Just a pie... or a cake... or three... then I'll sleep..." He mutters, a hint of gluttony in his voice now, as he waddled to the kitchen, his belly grumbling all the more as the scent of food hit his nose.
He could smell there was food, but what surprised him was just how much there was! A whole table caught his attention, filled to the brim with goodies; Cake, cookies, pies, cupcakes, and more, looking like they had been freshly made as a gentle steam rose from each one! Yet the Old Lady was nowhere in sight. Odd. As the tubby Riolu approached the table however, it was then he noticed something in the corner of his eye...
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