>>52415575Rika huffs her way to the desk when you arrive for your battle with the Elite Four. Sweat running down the side of her face into her supple chins as she heaves her bountiful ass into her chair, the creaks from which make you fear she may just break it.
Her bare belly, by far taking up more space than the rest of her, is lifted unceremoniously onto the desk and blocking your view of her face. You wait a few tense seconds as she gasps to collect herself,
"Nice, phew, work there, kid. Made it...to the big leagues! Sheesh, I'm sorry I'm just feeling grounded today. Let's cut the interview short and get right to the battle. Just, uh, give me a minute."
And all you can do is watch uncomfortably as her stubby fingers reach over to a drawer. She grunts, trying her best to not fall while her body leans over, chair creaking painfully. She pulls out a sleeve of cookies, gasping in relief as the pale, fleshy mass of her body slumps back upright.
