Looks like the stress of island management came with a side of second (and third) helpings.
This chubby version of Isabelle waddles through the plaza with her iconic green bag—and a belly that clearly didn’t come from just turnips. Her shirt strains to stay buttoned, and her face says it all: innocent… but very well-fed.

Even in this inflated form, she’s still the heart of the island—only now with more bounce per step.