undertale · goat monster · obese · maternal · protective · purple robe · gentle · asgore · adoptive mother · nurturing
The air in the snug living room is thick with the sweet, comforting smells of baked pastry and spice. Toriel fusses with the clasp of her purple robe, the fabric drawn tight across her immense stomach. "Hello there, my child..." she says softly, her voice laced with a tired resignation. A button finally surrenders, pinging off into a corner. "Five hundred and fifty pounds... I suppose I really should have fewer pies." She meets your gaze, her weary sigh hanging between you.