Undertale Corruption

Toriel

Frisk was panting, his face burning as he’d exerted himself, putting everything in his power to dodge Toriel’s attacks. As did Toriel, who’d spent the fight sending out magical fireballs at Frisk. Though those with her kinds of powers wouldn’t have exerted themselves as much as she had, they also hadn’t put in as much concentration to their magic as she did. Truth be told, she didn’t wish to kill the human. Rather, she’d hoped to scare him away from the door out. Somehow, for some reason, no matter how much hospitality she gave to her humans, they always wanted to go back to the surface. They always wanted to leave the ruins, and their souls were always taken. If she could only prevent that this time…

She could never quite understand why they’d want to leave. She was sure she’d been as welcoming as possible. She was sure she’d spoiled them whenever she could! And yet they always wanted to go home. Why? As if that weren’t enough, despite her warning to the boy before her, Frisk’d refused to raise his weapon against her! He’d never survive if he were to go out like this… Was it something she was doing wrong?

As she felt her body burning up from the strain of the magic she’d used, she slowly came to a conclusion. These clothes were too heavy for a proper fight! She stood back, panting, tugging at her robes

“You… you’re refusing to fight…” Toriel remarked, looking down at the small boy. Frisk, meanwhile, looked up, determination on his face. He seemed to be panting as well though, so, as far as Toriel knew, she wouldn’t have to keep up this fight much longer. “Fine. If you think staying passive will save you, see what fighting an opponent unburdened by this heat is like.”

With that, she reached for the back of her robes, finding some buttons holding them closed. She began popping them. “Uh, you’ll allow me to show you how dangerous a real fight can get, right child?” It appeared she was taking a little longer to undo her dress than she expected. However, Frisk was willing. Not only would this give him time to recover from his exhaustion, but he personally felt it’d be kind of rude if he were to try something while she was preparing an attack. So, he stood there, waiting for her to accomplish what she was trying to.

She began unbuttoning, slowly parting her robe more and more. Next thing Frisk knew, Toriel had completely stripped herself. Where she looked like a modest lady before, Frisk only saw the curvaceous form of the big goat woman, held up by black underwear. She bore breasts even bigger than Frisk’s head, and her hips are even wider than his shoulder span! A bra and a pair of panties hugged her curves, managing to make her scandalous features really pop in front of Frisk. The boy had never really encountered anyone else like that, and his young mind was quick to become entranced.

Despite his attraction, he felt really funny. He felt like he was going into a territory he really shouldn’t be. He suddenly left his dodging pose, bringing his legs together and shying away from Toriel, much to the caretaker’s confusion.

“Uh, aren’t you going to fight?” Toriel asked, confused at Frisk’s nervousness. This was a fight, why would he appear so nervous all of a sudden? It seemed the two of them had unintentionally paused their match, taking this moment to, instead, touch on why there’s a sudden air of unease. She tried to guess what could be making him nervous. She knelt down, starting to get more level for Frisk, who backed away upon which. Not only was her half-nude body closer to him, but her kneeling also caused the breasts to bob downwards due to gravity. More of her expansive cleavage was revealed to the human. He blushed heavily as he tried desperately to only look at her face. However, he felt himself glance down, towards the valley in her chest. That time, Toriel noticed it. To Frisk’s horror, the lady smirked, seeming to’ve found a different battle tactic.

“Oh, all this time I didn’t even realize you were still growing…” Toriel said, still smirking. Frisk struggled to keep his gaze on her eyes. Which made it all too easy for Toriel to reach forwards, and gently grab his wrist. Though, at that he snapped down, looking at her hand, wrapped around his arm. Then, she gently lifted it, pulled it towards her, and up to her breast. Frisk was forced to step closer to her, as his hand was forced to cup one of Toriel’s breasts. He blushed as he found his gaze practically glued to her breasts. And yet, despite his awkwardness… he felt himself squeeze on the boob. He heard her giggle.

“Aw, I can feel you burning up, child,” she said. “Now, it isn’t fair that I got this advantage here, is it?” Faster than Frisk could register what she said, he felt Toriel’s free hand grab the edge of his t-shirt. He was suddenly thrust away from his haze, and reached down, wrapping his hands around Toriel’s wrist. He tried to push it away, getting very nervous. “Aw, calm down, child. It’s only fair that I allow you to the same advantage.” She sounded like she was trying to help, but something about her tone felt… mischievous.

Then, with a whip upwards, Frisk’s shirt was gone. Blushing madly, he jerked his hands up and tried to cover up, shying away from Toriel. But, Toriel appeared to be insistent on “evening the field.” Frisk let out a nervous shiver once he felt her fingers hook the waistband of his pants. He tried to shake his head, silently begging Toriel to stop. But, she paid no attention. Her eyes were just drawn to his pants, a small grin on her lips. With a quick whip downwards, and a gentle tickle from her fuzzy finger, Frisk’s pants were now down to his ankles. He stumbled back, but the pants around his ankles caused him to trip onto his bottom.

Toriel was squatting, and she still looked gigantic to the fallen boy. Fearful, he tried to stumble up to his feet. Unfortunately, he had to whip off those pants, as much as he didn’t want to he couldn’t afford to trip again. So, he stood, about chin level with the squatting Toriel, looking down at him with those sultry… undressing eyes. Frisk could feel himself quake as Toriel sized him up like some kind of dessert. Her eyes scanned lower and lower, just in time for Frisk to feel more and more intimidated by her hungry stare. He even saw her grin widen, and he could instantly tell what got her so tickled.

“Oh my, that isn’t appropriate for a fight~” Toriel cooed out. At the same time, she reached out a hand, down to his underwear… gently prodding the forming tent with an index finger. At the feeling of her touch, Frisk let out an involuntary gasp, his legs shaking as she gently pressed further and further forward, sandwiching his manhood between his flesh and her finger. “And all bound up in these tight shorts, that’s just gonna make things… difficult!” Once she said “difficult,” she quickly whipped her finger upwards, stroking Frisk’s member once, and only making him feel even more nervous as a small bit of drool fell down his cheek. He felt himself stand on his tiptoes for a moment, going up with the stroke as Toriel jerked upwards. She couldn’t help but giggle more as Frisk was left panting, shivering from the jolt of pleasure and shame washing over his body.

“You see, how’re you gonna fight anyone while you’re letting yourself get that excited?” she said. As she spoke, despite the admonishing words she delivered onto him, she kept up a grin, akin to one one’d bear while looking at a cute puppy. Frisk was still shivering, trying desperately to calm himself down. He nervously brought down his hands, covering up his groin, hoping to somehow hide it from her. He felt like he was doing something really bad, that this was sure to make him look like a big creep. “Aw, I didn’t even consider… I didn’t have to worry about restricting myself while wearing my underwear. But you… you have that!” He shied away, remembering that weird feeling she gave him when she first brought her finger towards his groin.

“Poor child… you’re begging to let your growing part free, aren’t you?” she cooed. Frisk realized what she meant, and jumped backwards, worried. Once he was back far enough, he clenched his eyes shut, and frantically shook his head left and right, denying Toriel’s assertion. “Aw, nonsense. I felt it. I felt how tightly those are holding that thing back.” Frisk grit his teeth and groaned nervously at that statement. “Now, let me juuuuust even things up…” Toriel thrusted a hand towards the human, who dodged away, still covering up his bulge. “See, you can’t even lift a hand to fight!”

She set both hands down on the ground, and began crawling towards Frisk on all fours, the boy still trying to back away from the charging creature. He was terrified of the idea of turning around. That’d give him a moment of pause, a moment for her to catch up and take away the last line of defense he had. Right now, he only thought about getting up the stairs. Maybe if she saw him go back in the home, she’d stop advancing. Maybe then he could take a moment to cool down, and not let himself get distracted by-

Maybe it was panic at the approaching predator. Maybe it was how her figure seemed to demand his complete attention. Maybe he forgot he had to turn. In his desparate attempts of escape, he wound up bumping up against something. He took a brief moment to glance back at what he bumped into, only to notice the wall. There was a turn from the stairs to the exit hallway. And he forgot to make that turn. And Toriel was more than happy to seize his moment of pause. Next thing Frisk knew, Toriel had placed her hands on either side of him, exceptionally trapping him and pinning him to the wall. Toriel loomed over him, more mischief present on her face this time. She leaned forwards, and Frisk could only watch as the goat’s cleavage approached.

Frisk’s face was suddenly enwrapped in darkness. He could only smell some perfume on her, and feel your cheeks squished up. Were he not burning with embarrassment already, he’d be burning up from the heat within her cleavage. Toriel couldn’t help but giggle at how easily he had him trapped. She just had to lean forwards a little, and her dear child was now stuck in her cleavage, each breast pinching around him now that they’re squashed up against the wall. She couldn’t help but be a little silly, and shake her bust side to side, shaking Frisk around a teenie bit. She couldn’t see Frisk’s bulge from here, but she could imagine it was getting harder and harder. She was sure if she did this right and showed him how lovely his stay at this cabin could be, he’d never want to leave.

“Do you feel that? That feeling around you?” she said, stopping a moment to just let Frisk lie there in the cleavage. “Do you hear that comforting heartbeat? This is the feelings I can give to you down here. You could spend hours- days like this. I would do everything in my power to make sure you feel loved. Doesn’t that sound nice, my child?” Frisk had to admit, when she wasn’t shaking him around with her bust, hanging around in this cleavage like this… this felt nice. But, he had to get out. Not just because he had to get to the surface, but because he was feeling weirder and weirder the more he was around Toriel. So, he frantically shook his head, denying the offer and shaking up her bust.

“…Still stubborn, my child? Oh dear,” Toriel said sadly. “Well, I guess we’ll have to keep fighting then. Speaking of, you’ve still got a handicap, don’t you~?” With that, Frisk felt fearful again. He begin shaking, trying desperately to pry those breasts away from him so he could crawl away. But Toriel simply squeezed her arms together, squishing Frisk up again and halting his resistance. Then, he began bringing her hands down. Frisk could only wait for her to reach her destination. Unfortunately, it seemed he wouldn’t be content with just yanking his underwear off…

Frisk felt her hands gently wrap around his sides, her fingers wrapping over his back. He then felt her hands sliding down, her fur tickling his side as it got down lower and lower. As she got lower, her thumbs hooked on either side of his waistband. Then, she slid down more, her fingers brushing down his legs and tickling them more, causing him to shake. He felt utterly ashamed, feeling that waistband get lower and lower. Soon, he felt his “excitement” lose all restraints. A breeze hit him from below, a feeling most prevalent on his manhood, as he felt his erection now no longer contained be fabric. Then, with Toriel lifting up one of his legs, she was able to simply slide the pair off, and toss them to the side, towards the stairs they originally came down.
“There! Doesn’t that feel better~?” Toriel cheered. She felt another head shake from within her cleavage. She furrowed her brow, saddened by his continued stubbornness. So, she backed away. Frisk, no longer captured by the breast, stumbled forwards, falling on his knees and taking in breaths of fresh air. At the same time, his arms now free, he reached down between his legs, hoping to cover up. Toriel, meanwhile, stood upright, now up to her full height. For a moment, with how big Toriel was compared to him squatting down, he forgot how big she was when standing.

“I guess you still have to show you’re strong enough on your own,” she sighed out. “So… show me.” She crossed her arms, and turned around, giving Frisk a prime view of her ginormous backside. She could probably pluck everything above his knees between them! He felt his manhood ache with anticipation, and he was positively beet red at that point. “Go on. You can have a free hit even.” Despite how much humiliation she put him through, he still refused to hurt her. Not only because he didn’t want to kill anyone, but because something about her… He felt there was a perfection to her, one he was nervous about laying a hand on…

He stood upright, hands still over his groin, and shook his head defiantly. Toriel looked over her shoulder, confused at Frisk’s insistent pacifism. “It isn’t every monster that’ll leave themselves exposed to the perfect strike. Do you believe you’ll be able to withstand a monster that leaves you unarmored, pinned down, and toyed with? Do you think you wouldn’t be in danger if anyone else were to do something like this to you?” Frisk was sure she was joking. Surely, no other creature would do the kinds of stuff Toriel just did. Surely she was exaggerating to make the outside world look dangerous. He decided that he’d be safe, so, with much determination in his pose, he nodded at Toriel. She responded with a heavy sigh.

“So you’re still gonna resist, eh?” she said. “Very well… I guess if that hasn’t convinced you… then I’ll have to use a very special attack… If you don’t raise your weapon against me by the time I count down from 5, you’ll receive the full force of it.” Frisk tried to calm himself down, keeping up a steady breath. He was sure he’d be safe. He evaded Toriel’s spells before. Surely he could avoid this. Toriel began counting.

“5…4…3…” she began, back still pointed towards Frisk. The boy, meanwhile, stood with as much vigor as someone naked and covering up could. He couldn’t help but remiss about how he couldn’t calm down still. He remained erect, and for some reason, he seemed to be in even more anticipation of what she was gonna do. “…2…” She seemed extra slow when she was down to “2”. “…1!” Next thing Frisk knew, the ginormous goat charged towards him, arms outstretched.

He was plucked up, wrapped up in an embrace. He immediately began kicking his legs, fearful as he felt his erection pressed up against her belly. However, just as quickly as he was scooped up, he was spun around, facing the wall he’d previously backed into. Then, he felt Toriel move his limbs a little, and then he felt them squeezed into place. He looked around himself, and spied what she’d done to her limbs. One arm was forced through one of the loops of the bra, and the other in the other loop. One ankle was forced past the waistline of Toriel’s panties, and the other was forced past the other side. Toriel had effectively used her clothing to spread Frisk out, his limbs splayed in an X formation. He immediately began trying to tug his limbs, only for her clothes to hug them tightly against her body.

“You had your chance to fight back, my child,” Toriel said. “But you refused every opportunity. But fret not, for you will learn to love being in my care.” Then, Frisk felt the caretaker’s hand rest on his thigh. Then, in a slow, agonizing movement, it brushed up him, her fluff tickling Frisk ever so slightly. It went up and up… Until Frisk felt her hand cupping his balls. He dared not look down, but blushed fiercely as Toriel gently stroked her fingers over one of his most private parts. His struggling grew even fiercer as she fondled him, gently touching and prodding his member. Then, he felt her wrap around him…

“I can practically feel your heart beating,” Toriel noted. “I feel it pounding with excitement. I know you love this~” Before Frisk had a chance to protest, Toriel’s hand glided up his length, before coming down to the base. Then up then down, then up then down. She kept up a steady pace, her fuzzy hands simultaneously tickling and stimulating the human, who could only hang there and struggle, completely restrained by her clothing. She kept stroking and stroking, and, on some occasions, when she reached the tip, tickled it a little, before stroking downwards without missing a beat. Each tickle caused jolts of stimulation to travel up Frisk’s spine, before manifesting into a fit of struggling, and Toriel let out a soft giggle at each one she produced.

It didn’t take long for Frisk to be rendered a drooling mess, made absolutely subservient to the goat’s hand. He was burning like a candle, and felt as hot as one to. His hips and legs quaked at her stroking, and he could feel Toriel’s loving gaze bore down on him from above, or at least how much of him she could see past her breasts. “Do you want to reconsider your choices, my child? I feel your excitement rising to a peak, and we’ve barely done the really fun stuff~ I saw how you looked at my big ol’ rump, and my chest. And I’m still covered up! Could you imagine the fun we’d have if you with me?” Toriel would’ve never done this before. But, seeing how cute and eager the boy seemed, and seeing how easily she got him to stop just by showing off her assets… Now, she suddenly felt like giving him special treatment.

Meanwhile, Frisk was assaulted with images. Images he would’ve never thought up until he was caught in Toriel’s grasp. The sight of all of Toriel’s curves crept into his mind. If he were on the ground, he would’ve been driven to his knees, and only to her hand! He was already dreaming of what the rest of her must feel like… He shook his head, trying to shake those thoughts out of his head. He couldn’t let himself think like that! If he gave into her words, he’d never be able to leave! And yet… and yet…!

With a defeated squeal, Toriel felt Frisk’s tiny body tense up against her side, and saw his precious excitement paint a small part of the hallway white. The caretaker grinned, and, feeling a little naughty, brought up her hand and licked the moisture from her fingers.

“Now, doesn’t that seem more pleasant than running away?” Toriel cooed. However, she was given no answer. Curious, she looked down at him, and felt the corners of her mouth rise upon seeing him absolutely limp, completely exhausted, from a combination of the heat and the strain she’d just put him through. She gently stroked his cheek, a sense of victory filling her. “You can give your answer when you wake up… Maybe I need to wear less more often~” With that promise to herself, she turned towards her and Frisk’s clothes, gently scooping them up…

…

Frisk groaned, putting a hand to his forehead as he propped himself up. His vision was hazy, and for a moment, all he could think of was Toriel’s half naked form. He was blushing and felt extremely nervous thinking back on it. He began to lift himself up more, but felt some kind of pressure over him. Curious, he looked down, and felt his vision slowly return to him. He realized there were no lights where he was, and he realized the pressure over him was some kind of blanket. He began to realize he was… in the bedroom in Toriel’s house?

He looked around, but after a bit of moving, he began to realize he was still unclothed. He wasn’t even in his underwear! He was then reminded of just what Toriel did to him… And felt that stirring from before…