Torial lay there on the kitchen floor, her body still shaking and undulating from the fall. The remains of her dress slide around on her front like a bib that gradually fall away, exposing her enormous belly and a pair of sagging breasts each the size of a beach ball and capped with saucer sized nipples that began to harden in the cool air of the room.
As Toriel prodded her sides and felt her gurgalling middle stil slowly swelling with the tons of calories she's infused it with, she couldn't help breaking out in a small smile. A smile soon turned into a giggle, and then a full blown laugh as she wobbled and shook from her spot on the floor, seated atop the crushed remains of the chairs and a rear end that could have filled a couch.
"Is... everything alright?" Frisk asked somewhat hesitantly, looking over the massive mound of goatmom as she sat wobbling on the floor, "You're not hurt are you?"
Toriel slowly stifled her laughter and smiled at Frisk, "I'm alright my child. It's just... ironic I suppose. When i was a child there was never enough to eat and now..." She couldn't help herself and gave her huge belly another prod just to watch it jiggle.
"But, you were part of the royal family," Frisk saddled up along side her, attempting to help Toriel up (while getting another cuddle of her fat in the process).
"Well, not originally," Toriel replied as she allowed Frisk to help her, but tried hard not to lean too much of her weight on them,, "I married into the royal family with Asgore. I was born to just another of the monster families. Things were certainly different back then..."
Toriel heaved a sigh reminiscing a little as she worked to get her tree-trunk thick legs under her, "Back then there was little food for any of the monsters not rich or of nobility. Asgores father who fought in the war so long ago was hard and stern. He didn't neglect other monsters, but he was more... pragmatic than anything else. When monsters first went underground he rationed all the food we brought until more could be found. Everything was carefully measured out to the barest minimum so we could survive for years before new food could be found."
Toriel paused as she got to the hardest challenge of standing up straight. Her free hand was placed on the table which groaned dangerously as she hauled herself up. She barely made it before there was a loud 'CRACK' and one of the table legs broke. She just barely managed to regain balance in time, though not before pushing Frisk into the counter and smushing them into her soft side. It was another five seconds before Toriel could shift her weight the other way and Frisk was released with a small gasp.
"Oh my dear!" Toriel gasped, "Are you alright my child?"
Frisk managed a smile, "I'll be ok, just had the wind knocked out of me."
Toriel giggled, "Dear me, this new size is going to be most troublesome if this continues."
"So you're not going to try and diet and loose weight?" Frisk asked, more curious than anything as they looked over the massive goat monsters full figure with a belly that hung almost to the floor and hips of amazingly wide sizes.
Toriel smiled, "Why should I? Beauty is how one feels not how one looks. And I honestly feel wonderful. So soft and warm, like being wrapped in a big thick blanket filled with pillows."
"But if you get much bigger..." Frisk pointed out, their mental image of Toriel being a rolling mass of white flab filled hills, "Then you won't be able to fit through the doors. Or leave the house. Or even cook."
Toriel paused to think about it. "Hmm, that is a problem. Well we do have a library full of books of magic spells we brought when we came to the surface. Maybe one of them will have an answer. Though as far as I know no monster has ever grown as large as this."
"Magic can't always solve everything," Frisk cautioned her, thinking about their own many uses of 'saves' and 'resets' in the underground and the single monster left behind that made the child's heart ache, "Maybe Alphys has some solution? She's got that huge lab now and maybe she's come up with something that could help."
"Oh I hat to bother her though," Toriel replied,gently nibbling her thicker lower lip in worry,"She's so busy now with all those contracts and things by big businesses. She's probably far too busy to help."
"I doubt she's too busy to help a old friend," Frisk smiled.
Toriel looked unsure as she thought it over. Finally she decided...
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