This choice: The spell changed more than him (all monsters are fatter by the same amount) • Go Back...Chapter #8The spell changed more than him (all monsters a... by: Unknown As Asriel climbed the stairs, which he found harder to do due to his added girth, he pondered how he was going to sneak out of the house to buy new clothes. He could cloak himself in invisibility, or perhaps he could spare his energy on such a complex spell and cause a distraction.
But when he reached the top of the stairway, finding himself out of breath and leaning against the wall to rest, he was struck my the delicious smell of his mother's cooking, which caused his bulging belly to growl loudly with hunger.
"O, Asriel, there you are!" Toriel exclaimed, emerging from the kitchen, "I was wondering where you went. Come, dinner is almost ready."
Asriel felt his blood run cold when he heard his mother's voice, but when he looked at her his mouth fell open. No longer was she the thin goat woman from his memory. She was fat, a few pounds away from being obese.
Her robes hugged her thick frame like a spandex suite, showing off her mountainous rump, several lovehandles, massive doughy belly, thunder thighs, and breasts, which were so large it could put any female monster's boobs to shame.
Toriel's face, like Asriel's, was round with two chubby cheeks, a second chin well in place.
When she saw her son's astonished expression, she cocked her head and asked, "What's wrong, my dear?"
"H-how did you..." Asriel began, searching for words, "How did you get so...well, so big?"
Toriel looked even more confused. "What do you mean, my son? I was always so big...Well, to be honest, I did put on a few pounds lately," she said, squeezing one of her lovehandles.
It then clicked for Asriel. Not only did spell make him gain weight, but it seems to have made every monster gain weight, which also meant...
The ground began to shack as loud thumbing and creaking floorboards grew louder and louder. A massive belch, which made the windows rattle and the plates, pots, and pans shake in the kitchen, and Asriel turned to see his father approaching.
His hairy, sphere of a gut, several feet long, led the way. On top of it his flabby but firm pecs rested, forming a deep valley in between them. His arms and legs were much thicker than his mother's, indicating that he still had all of his muscle underneath his padding.
Asriel couldn't see it due to Asgore's large beard, which had grown bigger, but his face was just as round as the rest, a third chin underneath his second. He still had his cape, but he lacked his armor. Instead he only wore ill-fitting shorts.
If Asriel thought his father looked imposing before, he was sadly mistaking. It only served to make the goat prince even more envious.
Asgore's belly was rumbling just as loudly as Asriel's, and he ran his meaty hand over his ball of flesh, asking, "Hey, honey, is the food ready? I'm starving."
Toriel gave a kind smile. "Almost," she said, "Just wait a few minutes longer."
Asgore shrugged. "Alright then," he said, sounding disappointed.
He father stomped off and his mother went back to the kitchen. What happens next?   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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