Chapter #4A bit too much motherly love. by: Unknown Asriel dreamed that he was floating in darkness, a endless void where time and space was nonexistent. He felt warm, safe, but not completely comfortable. The goat boy didn't know why but for some reason he could feel an intense pressure around his mid section, a pressure so bad that it felt like he was going to pop.
Asriel wondered why he felt like this, searching his body all over. He looked completely normal, a scrawny goat child with a striped t-shirt and black pants. Maybe he should...
"Beep! Beep! Beep!"
With a muffled gasp, Asriel's eyes popped open. He was greeted with darkness again, but this time he could see shapes that could be identified as furniture and walls. He was in his room, tucked away in his bed.
Asriel became aware of the alarm clock still buzzing next to him, and he silenced it. Rubbing the sleep away from his eyes, the goat boy attempted to rise, but he felt a heavy weight press down on his abdominal.
Squinting, his eyes adjusting to the darkness, Asriel could make out a bulge the size of a basketball under his covers. Growing concerned, Asriel reached to the lamp next to his bed and turned it on. Now with better light, Asriel threw away his covers to identify the bulge.
What he found made him groan in frustration, thumping his head back on his pillow. "O, great!" he mumbled, "Another food coma!"
Asriel watched his hands run over his bloated tummy, which was the bulge that he saw earlier. He could feel how his skin felt as taut as a over inflated balloon, his stomach making furious gurgling sounds.
It was straining against the buttons of his night shirt, which was ironically patterned with pictures of Butterscotch and Cinnamon pie, the very food that bloated his gut to this immense size. Though, it wasn't his fault.
Over the past month and a half Toriel had been acting strangely. The goat boy was used to his mother's love and how she would enjoy eating her cooking, but recently Asriel noticed that she was making larger and more pies for him.
She would beg him to eat every slice, and after he was filled to bursting Toriel would urge him to devour more. Asriel would tell her that he had enough, but then his mother would get that look in her eye.
It was a look that could melt his heart, a look that he dreaded more than her anger or scolding. It was the look of disappointment. When he saw this, Asriel would take up another slice, force it down his throat, and do the same with other she brought to him, devouring tin after tin until he felt drowsy, going off into a food coma.
Afterwards, he would wake up here, no doubted moved by his caring mother and even dressed in his pajamas. Asriel wondered how she got the buttons over the large ball of flesh. She probably used magic. But that was the least of his problems.
As Asriel stood in front of the mirror, after he heaved himself out of bed, cradling his heavy belly to the wardrobe, he knew this had to stop very soon. He was soon re-dressed in his usual clothes, but he saw that it wasn't coping well with his weight gain.
His belly had grown so big that it caused his shirt to ride up inches above his navel. His moobs were developing, visibly pressing against his shirt too. His shorts felt tight, his love handles spilling over the waist line.
He lifted his one arm, studying it, and he saw that it, along with his legs, were much thicker, stressing the seams of his shirt. He pressed his hands against his cheeks and he felt how soft it was, for it was becoming rounder, a double chin developing.
Yes, this had to stop soon, or he would end up unable to do anything soon. Asriel decided that he needed to go out, get some exercise, go on a diet. Smiling, he waddled out of the room, his feet thumping against the floorboards.
But when he approached the kitchen, the goat boy could smell the scent of food. His mother was cooking again. Asriel bit his lower lip, which was a little bit thicker than usual. He knew what this meant. If she caught him he would have no chance.
Asriel had to be very careful now. He began to tiptoe, but when he was almost at the door a floorboard creaked mercilessly loud under his weight.
"Asriel?" Toriel called from the kitchen, "Is that you?"
The goat boy gave a silent gasp. Though, he could still make it. He quickly waddled to the door, not caring anymore about the dozens of floorboards creaking under his weight.
He reached to the door handle, but did he manage to get outside?   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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