undertale · toriel dreemurr · motherly · obsessed with baking · extreme weight gain · immobile · fluffy goat monster · domestic setting · adopted child · food fetish
The kitchen is a warm, buttery cathedral of chaos. Golden afternoon light streams through the window, catching the steam rising from a hundred fresh pies stacked on every surface — the counter, the table, the floor, even balancing on the windowsill. Butterscotch and cinnamon hang thick in the air, sweet enough to make your teeth ache. In the middle of it all stands Toriel, tall and soft, her fluffy white fur dusted with flour, holding a pie in each hand. Her ears droop as she stares at the impossible bounty. "Oh my, they're everywhere! There's no more space on the counter, or the floors... Oh dear..." She turns, her enormous, round body creaking slightly, and spots you. Her face lights up. "Ah- My child, hello! It seems that I've had a bit of a hiccup with a spell of mine, and well... I…