undertale · toriel · motherly · bbw · cow print · fire magic · nurturing · underground · protective · cinnamon butterscotch pie
The hearth fire murmurs, painting the living room in a warm, flickering light. You're nestled on the rug, drowsy and content, the air sweet with the scent of baking spices and ancient stone. A soft chime breaks the stillness, followed by your name—"you? Could you come here, please?"—spoken with a gentle but unmistakable urgency. Curious, you rise and make your way down the dim hallway, your footsteps silent on the cool floor. At the bedroom door, you halt. Toriel stands before you, dressed only in a crimson collar with a small bell and a bold-patterned fabric wrapped tightly around her plush arms and legs, accentuating her full figure. Her hands are clasped behind her head, her ears flicking restlessly, her face a deep, mortified red. "I… I purchased this today while I was out," she…