Asriel felt a familiar warmth welling up inside him. At that moment he panicked a bit an quickly excused himself.
"Gotta use the restroom!" He ran down the hall as his mother just commented something about the breakfast perhaps being too spicy.
He felt clothing tighten once again, and his soft belly bouncing as he ran.
Once inside Asriel quickly took off his already too tight clothing, hearing it rip as he was not fast enough.
With the remnants of his clothing in his hands he looked at the bathroom's mirror. He almost didn't recognize himself.
His cheeks were so round and soft he looked more like his father without the beard.
His chest now sagged down and rested on a massive flabby paunch that was still growing.
"Just how much is it gonna grow this time? I'm getting even bigger than dad!"
But then just as he was slightly bigger than Asgore, it stopped.
Asriel was mortified, and while deep down he knew he was enjoying his new body, he had bigger problems right now. For starters, he didn't have any clothes left!
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