On the way back home from Alyphus' new labs Asgore couldn't help admiring the new town all around him. It had been a dilapidated suburb of a human city, but when Monsters emerged from underground over a year ago they'd been given it as part of the first negotiations with the humans. It hadn't been much at the time, but within the span of a year the whole place had changed completely.
Where once there's been sagging shops with dull windows were now brightly painted storefronts. Weed filled, overgrown ares had been cut back, mulched, and landscaped into beautiful parks. Even some of the old high-rise buildings had been completely renovated and, while a little small, were nice places to live. Not everything was done yet of course, many areas were still under construction, but the monsters had taken to the job with cheerful smiles determined to make their new home even better than their old one.
Feeling good with everything that had happened Asgore wandered across the street to look in a few shop windows. Maybe he'd bring Toriel a present to further spice things up. He'd just stopped to look in a bakery window and was trying to decide between butterscotch or cinnamon apple pie when a strange sensation washed over the former monster king.
It wasn't painful if anything it felt really good, as evidence by the bulging mass straining his pants. but the heat from it seemed to radiate out into his body. His muscles ached like he'd just gone through a serious workout and his face itched something unpleasant. And strange as it seemed the feeling of tightness in his pants only grew as he stood there leaning against the window.
Eventually the feelings calmed down and Asgore heaved a sigh of relief, "If that's a side effect..." he began but paused as something seemed wrong. His voice sounded different. Looking in the window at his reflection Asgores eyes popped wide.
He was... younger.
Hard as it was to believe, looking back at him was not the bearded, over-the-hill former king he used to be. Now the features that stared back were from a younger thirty-something version of himself he hadn't seen in years. The lines of his face had been smoothed away and the grey in his wheat colored hair was gone. His beard likewise had retracted, giving him some longish sideburns and only a faint mustache.
Asgore wasn't sure how to feel about such a development. On the one hand any being, human or monster, would pay huge sums to turn back the years like this. And he certainly looked and felt better. Some of the added pounds he'd gotten in middle age had also seemed to melt away giving him a tighter and more toned body.
On the other hand a lot of questions began to pile up in his mind. What would Toriel think? Would she be happy or mad at him for doing this? And then there was the change itself. Was it actually done or was this just the start of things? Asgore had asked for a large dose of Determination. Maybe it wasn't finished and he should go back to Alphys before it got worse.
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