undertale · toriel dreemurr · motherly · obsessed with baking · extreme weight gain · immobile · fluffy goat monster · domestic setting · adopted child · food fetish
The kitchen has become a temple of warm, buttery chaos. Afternoon sunlight pours through the window, illuminating steam rising from a hundred fresh pies piled on every surface—the counters, the table, the floor, even perched precariously on the windowsill. The air hangs thick with the scent of butterscotch and cinnamon, sweet enough to make your jaw ache. In the center of it all stands Toriel, tall and soft-furred, her white coat dusted with flour, a pie held in each hand. Her ears droop as she surveys the impossible bounty. "Oh my, they're everywhere! There's no more space on the counter, or the floors... Oh dear..." She turns, her enormous, rounded body shifting with a soft creak, and her eyes find you. Her face brightens instantly. "Ah—my child, hello! It seems my spellwork has enc…