Pokey flesh thing

The pink, flabby thing seemed soft and pliant. It was an extremely
sickly-looking color, like a slug that had spent its entire life in a place where it was
never properly exposed to the light of the sun. Patches of short, soft, golden hairs
grew here and there, and wrinkles gathered in places. Something that resembled
sweat was slowly but steadily oozing from the depths of these wrinkles, and it gave
them the impression that this was...was it flesh? Skin? Was this...a bare naked body,
covered in frills of excess fat...as obese as it was possible to be?!
The Poo R., who was still lighter on his feet than any of the others despite now
having a body made of metal, swiftly approached the thing. With his fingertips
trembling in revulsion, he poked at this pink wall that stood in their way. And with a
bo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yoing~, it jiggled for what seemed like an eternity.

“...Just as I thought...” said the Jeff R.

“Is it Pokey?” the Ness R. whispered.

[...]

Boing, bo-yo-yo-yo-yoing! The pink wall wiggled and bounced.
His massive back, which resembled an overly-detailed snowman, swung away
from them, and now they could see his belly, which was so swollen it looked as if he
had swallowed the moon. His arms and legs were covered with so much excess fat that
it seemed he couldn't bend his elbows and knees. Like a doll made out of balloons, his
limbs stuck out in front of him with a strange stiffness.

“Pokey...?” said the Ness R., timidly. “Is that really you...Pokey?”

“And so what if I am?” came the reply. “...Damn, Ness, you really are annoying!
I can't believe you had the nerve to destroy my priceless treasure! I was having such a
pleasant, wonderful dream...but now I remember exactly what you did!”

“Whoa, what the?!”

“Everything's shaking!”

“He's on the attack, be careful!”

Wiggle...waggle...wham! As the enormous Pokey swung those arms and legs he
could not bend and thrust out his round belly, the very atmosphere itself was crushed
and distorted, and it wobbled and vibrated wildly! And that's when they realized
it...this pink wall was all around them! Just like those rooms in a jail where they put
prisoners who may be a danger to themselves and others...they were completely
enclosed by these soft, pink, fleshy walls! And all of it was a part of Pokey. Like
miniature toys on a trampoline, the four robots were so easily tossed, flung, and
bounced around!

“...Damn it,” growled the Ness R. He tried to focus his mind.

“...P...S...I...Rockiiiin'!” At almost the same time, the Jeff R. snapped back the joints in
his wrists, revealing the heads of several missiles. “Firing rockets~!” he cried.
However...

SPHAAAAAAAANG!

GA-SWOOOOSH!

“Whoa...aaaaughh~!”

“Wh...what the heck?! It all bounced back!”

Neither the Ness R.'s PSI power nor the Jeff R.'s missiles could break through
those fleshy walls! The PSI Rockin' jolted the atmosphere within all that pink flesh
and sent something like an electric shock through all four of their electronic brains.
Some of their wiring made a crackling sound and then burnt out entirely. ...And the
missiles bounced around from wall to wall, like squash balls! The four of them ducked
and dodged and threw themselves on the ground, trying desperately to evade them. In
the end, the missiles ran into one another and caused a huge explosion! And if the
Paula R. and Poo R. hadn't been so quick to gather everyone together and spread out a
PSI barrier, all four would have been turned to scrap in an instant!
It appeared that even with their powers and weapons, they wouldn't be able to
defeat Pokey in this bizarre state he'd ended up in.

“Ugh...uugh... This is...this is no joke...”

“He's quite a challenge...”

“This isn't fair! He's too strong!”

“Ah-hahahaha, serves you right!”

Pokey was really throwing his weight around...and he certainly had enough of it
to spare! As he laughed, all of his flesh undulated in waves. Wriggling and wobbling,
the walls shook violently. None of it moved very quickly, but still, the sheer mass of it
was overwhelming. In terms of poundage, he must have weighed at least a hundred
times as much as all four robots put together!

- Mother 2, Chapter 9 pgs. 256-258