Within the Ruins resides a Boss Monster, Toriel Dreemurr, who’s spent countless decades alone, sheltering and caring for a total of six fallen human children—all long since killed by Asgore’s decree. She’s currently walking through the Ruins, humming softly to herself while carefully avoiding all the traps and puzzles along the way to where all six fallen children had initially fallen into the Underground.

Toriel herself isn’t a small Boss Monster by any means, in fact she stands at a height of 8'0" ft tall, towering over nearly all monsters in the Underground—excluding her ex-husband, Asgore Dreemurr. Her head resembles a white-furred Nubian Goat, structured with floppy ears and tiny horns that stick up. Her figure is very, very… voluptuous to say the least, with breasts that are each four times the size of her own head—soft, warm, and motherly—but her breasts are actually her smallest problem in terms of her own bodily proportions, since her hips extend quite far past her shoulders—a full six feet wide—her buttocks are each twice the size of 75cm yoga balls, and her thighs are easily three feet thick and leave no gap between them, shaped like a heart from behind, she also has a plump waist with a large, squishy stomach that’s due to all the pastries she’s eaten to cope with her loneliness, and she also has thick, plump arms, they’re not overly fat, but they’re very soft and comforting—a trait she’s always prided herself on—as she has always wanted to be the best mother she could be, despite failing to protect any of the six children she swore to care for.

Toriel’s wearing a simple purple robe that has long white sleeves, a turtleneck collar, and has the Delta Rune symbol emblazoned on the chest. She’s also wearing a dark purple sports bra underneath, and black panties—though none of these undergarments fit properly anymore, considering how much weight she’s gained over the years—the robe is very tight on her, hugging her curves like a second skin. The fabric strains against her bosom, barely containing her soft, pillowy chest, her nipples visibly poke through the fabric, stiffened by the chilly underground air.

As Toriel approached the patch of golden flowers where the six children had once fallen, she paused, her eyes widening in surprise as she found *you* lying there—unconscious but unharmed. Unlike the others, you weren’t a child—you were grown, aged 24, and was only 5'5" ft tall, making you tiny in comparison to her towering height. "Oh my!" she gasped, her soft, velvety voice filled with concern. She ran towards you with surprising grace for someone of her size, her heavy footfalls making the ground tremble slightly.

She knelt down—her thick thighs spreading wide—and carefully scooped you up into her arms, cradling you against her impossibly soft chest. "Oh dear, oh dear… you must be freezing," she murmured, pressing you closer as her warmth enveloped you. Her robe strained even further as she shifted, the fabric audibly protesting against her movements. You stirred slightly in her grasp but didn’t wake—her scent, a comforting mix of cinnamon and fresh-baked pie, filled your senses.

Toriel hesitated, glancing back toward the crumbling ruins behind her. "I… I swore I would not let another child die," she whispered, her voice trembling with old grief. "But… you’re not a child, are you?" Her fingers brushed gently through your hair, tracing the contours of your face as if memorizing them. The golden flowers swayed in an unseen breeze, petals drifting lazily around her massive frame.

A deep, shuddering breath escaped her. "No matter. I cannot leave you here." With surprising strength, she adjusted her grip, lifting you effortlessly against her chest. Her robe’s seams creaked ominously as she stood, but she paid them no mind. "Let us get you somewhere warm," she murmured, already turning toward the twisting halls of the Ruins.

As Toriel carried you through the dim corridors, her footsteps echoed softly against the stone. Every so often, she’d glance down at your face, her expression flickering between tenderness and unease. "Oh dear… get ahold of yourself Tori," she whispered to herself, shaking her head slightly. A faint blush crept across her cheeks when she realized how close you were to being her dream guy—but she quickly dismissed the thought, ears drooping. "No, no… that would be inappropriate. You are injured, and I am…" She trailed off, sighing. "I am simply far too old and far too large for such thoughts."

Once Toriel arrived back at her home—nestled safely within the Ruins—she carried you to one of the guest rooms, the bed groaning slightly under your weight as she laid you down gently. "There we go…" she murmured, her massive hands hovering uncertainly before she decided to check you for injuries. Her paws reached for the hem of your turtleneck sweater—then hesitated. "Oh goodness, what am I doing?" She withdrew her hands quickly, tucking them under her armpits as if scolding them. "I-I should make some butterscotch pie first," she stammered, shuffling backward awkwardly. "Food will help, yes. Food always helps."

Toriel quickly scurried out of the room, her heavy footfalls fading down the hallway as she fled to the kitchen—her ears burning furiously. Meanwhile, you stirred awake slowly, blinking against the dim candlelight filtering into the room. The scent of cinnamon and something sweet lingered in the air, mixing with the faint musk of aged paper and dust. As you sat up, the bedframe creaked beneath you, and you noticed how large this bedroom was—or rather, how large everything seemed to be scaled. The bed alone could have fit three people comfortably.

From down the hall came the clatter of pans and the occasional muffled "Oh dear!" followed by a soft thump—likely Toriel bumping into something in her haste. The scent of caramelizing butter soon filled the air, growing richer by the minute. "Hnn… where am I?" you muttered, rubbing your temples. The last thing you remembered was falling—endless golden flowers rushing past you, then… nothing.

You decided to investigate, swinging your legs off the massive bed. The floorboards groaned underfoot as you crept toward the doorway, peering into the hallway. To your left and right was a doorway, supposedly the second guest room and the master bedroom—both doors shut tightly—while straight ahead to your right was a room with the front door and a staircase leading down, with a doorway leading into the living room and supposedly the kitchen.

"Oh dear, oh dear…" Toriel’s voice floated from the kitchen, accompanied by the rhythmic clatter of a rolling pin. "Why did I think this was a good idea? Children don’t make me feel this way!" She let out a flustered huff, then muttered something unintelligible under her breath—something that sounded suspiciously like "Stop being such a silly goat."

You padded barefoot down the hallway, following the scent of baking pastry, glacing at the staircase as you passed—deep, worn grooves in the stone steps suggested centuries of use. Within the living room was a fireplace, a dining table far too large for one person, a very large recliner beside the fireplace, and bookshelves stacked with ancient books—some of them clearly about parenting.

As you approached the kitchen doorway, you saw Toriel's massive form bent over the counter, her robe straining dangerously as she rolled out pie dough with unnecessary vigor. Her ears perked up at the sound of your footsteps, and she spun around so fast that the rolling pin clattered to the floor. "Oh! You're awake!" she gasped, her velvety voice pitched higher than usual. Her paws gripped the edge of her counter as she leaned against it—her chest heaving—and you noticed a dusting of flour across her robes.

You tilted your head as you looked up into her wide, golden eyes. "What’s your name?" you asked, your voice still rough from sleep. Toriel blinked rapidly before pressing a paw to her chest. "Oh! My manners—I am Toriel. Caretaker of the Ruins." Her voice softened as she added, "And... your host, it seems." She fidgeted with her sleeves, her claws catching on the frayed fabric where the seams had nearly split.

A loud *pop* came from the oven behind her, making her jump. "Ah! The pie!" She whirled around—her short, furry tail was barely noticeable amongst her enormous hips—and quickly bent to open the oven door. The scent of butterscotch and cinnamon filled the kitchen as she pulled out a bubbling pie, her ears flicking happily. "Would you... like some?" she asked hesitantly, glancing over her shoulder.

You were accidentally staring at her buttocks as she remained bent over—her tight robe was stretched so thin you could see the outline of her panties beneath. "Maybe later," you mumbled, clearing your throat.

Toriel straightened abruptly, nearly dropping the pie. "O-Of course!" she stammered, placing it on the counter with trembling paws. A tense silence lingered before she blurted out, "Would you prefer tea first? I have—oh dear." She glanced at the overflowing tea cupboard, its doors barely containing the avalanche of loose-leaf packets.

You rubbed your neck awkwardly. "Could we just… talk? I don’t even know how I got here." Toriel’s ears drooped, her nervous energy deflating. "Ah. Yes." She gestured to the living room with exaggerated care, her robe’s seams groaning as she moved. "Please, sit wherever you… can."

You climbed onto one of the oversized chairs at the dining table—your feet didn’t touch the floor—while Toriel hesitated before lowering herself onto the other. The chair creaked alarmingly. "You fell into the Underground," she began, tracing a claw along the wood grain. "Through the mountain, where… others fell before." Her grip tightened slightly. "But you are unharmed. That is what matters."

The fire crackled in the hearth as you glanced around the room—dusty framed photos of children’s drawings, a cracked music box, a single tiny shoe displayed on the mantle. "Mountain…? Fuck…" you muttered, rubbing your forehead. Toriel flinched at the swear, ears flicking back. "Language," she murmured automatically, then blinked in surprise at herself. "Ah—forgive me. Old habits."

Her massive paws fidgeted with the edge of the tablecloth. "Please… continue," she urged softly. You exhaled sharply. "It would appear that my so called *friends* decided that throwing me down a hole in the side of Mount Ebott would be a funny prank. Those assholes—" Toriel gasped, pressing a paw to her chest. "They *threw* you? Oh my, that is simply… simply dreadful!" Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, her lower lip quivering.

The pie crust crackled as it cooled between you. You leaned forward slightly, elbows resting on the table. "We were exploring the base of the mountain… trying to find something *cool* to bring home. Guess I won that contest." Toriel's ears drooped further at your bitter chuckle. "Oh dear," she whispered, reaching across the table—then hesitating—her claws hovering inches from your hand. "I… I am so sorry."

You flexed your fingers absently, watching dust motes swirl in the firelight. "It’s not your fault," you muttered. "Besides, it’s not too bad down here. Your interesting company." Toriel’s cheeks darkened instantly, her floppy ears twitching upright. "O-Oh! Well, I—" The chair groaned as she shifted her weight. "That is very kind of you to say."

A quiet moment passed, filled only by the crackling hearth. You were first to break it. "My name…" you started, then sighed. "My name is Matthew Blackwood." Toriel blinked, her golden eyes softening. "Matthew," she repeated, as if tasting the name. "A strong name." Her claws tapped lightly against the tabletop. "Would you… like to see the rest of the house? Or perhaps—" You shook your head, hopping off the chair. "Later. Right now I just want to sit by the fire. That okay?"

Toriel's tail gave a tiny wag as she stood with a creak of wood. "Of course," she murmured. She moved toward the fireplace with surprising grace, her wide hips swaying gently as she took her place in her favorite recliner—the one clearly molded to her shape over decades. You settled on the rug nearby, staring into the flames. "Is… is Toriel your full name?" you asked suddenly. She stiffened slightly, then exhaled. "Toriel Dreemurr," she admitted quietly. "But just Toriel is fine."

The fire popped, sending embers dancing. You rubbed your hands together—the Underground's chill never quite left the stones—and Toriel noticed instantly. Without a word, she reached down and scooped you up effortlessly, depositing you onto her lap. "O-Okay, that's—" you started, but she'd already wrapped her arms around you, her impossibly soft fur radiating warmth through her robes. "Hush," she murmured as she leaned back, her belly pillowing beneath you. "You're still cold."

Silence stretched, filled only by the crackling hearth. Her musk did not go unnoticed—with an ass that size, it was impossible for it to not become a swampy mess—but it wasn’t unpleasant, just… lived in. You shifted slightly, accidentally pressing a hand against her thigh. Toriel inhaled sharply—her robe was so tight you could feel the heat radiating off her skin beneath. "S-Sorry," you muttered, but she only chuckled nervously. "N-No harm done."

The firelight flickered across her face as she closed her eyes, exhaling slowly. "Matthew," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I have not held someone like this in… a very long time." Her arms tightened slightly around you—not restraining, just… present. "Do you mind?" You shook your head, sinking deeper into her plush embrace. "Nah. Feels nice."

Toriel's ears twitched as she chuckled, the sound vibrating through her chest. "Good." Her claws idly traced patterns on your shoulder through your sweater. "I was afraid I might be… overwhelming." You snorted, dodging out of the way of her massive breasts to look up at her. "I mean, you *are* overwhelming—but in a good way. I will admit though… you are so, so freaking hot, and I don’t mean temperature-wise."

Toriel choked mid-purr, her fur fluffing up instantly. "M-Matthew!" Her paws flew to cover her burning face, her heart beginning to race. You grinned up at her, watching her tail flick in frantic embarrassment. "What? You *are* gorgeous. And you clearly haven’t heard a compliment in decades." Toriel peeked through her fingers, her golden eyes wide. "B-But I—"

You climbed off her lap, onto the armrest of the recliner, bringing you almost eye-level with her blushing face. "Toriel Dreemurr," you said, softer now, "you deserve to hear it." Her breath hitched as you reached out, cupping her cheek—your hand barely covering a fraction of it. Her fur was impossibly soft under your fingertips.

"I-I am far too old for—" she stammered, but you cut her off with a chuckle. "So? I don’t care about your age as long as you’re not some underage child—which, uh, you’re clearly not." Toriel’s ears twitched, her gaze darting away as her fingers fidgeted in her lap. "And my size…?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the crackling fire.

"The more the merrier," you grinned, leaning in closer—her cinnamon scent wrapping around you. Toriel inhaled sharply as your lips brushed against her velvety muzzle—just the barest touch—before pulling back. Her entire body trembled, her paws hovering uncertainly near your shoulders. "Oh my," she breathed, her golden eyes shimmering with something unreadable.

The recliner groaned as she shifted, her thick thighs pressing together tighter. "I... I haven't done this since—" She swallowed hard, her claws gently tracing the fabric of your sweater. "Since before I divorced my husband." The fire popped loudly, casting flickering shadows across her blushing face.

You leaned back slightly, studying her expression. "Husband? So you’ve been married?" Toriel's ears drooped slightly, her tail curling around her hip. "Yes, but... that was long ago. Before the war. Before..." Her gaze flickered toward the tiny shoe on the mantle. "Before everything went wrong."

The firelight danced across her fur as she hesitated, then exhaled shakily. "Could we please change the subject?" Her claws dug lightly into the fabric of your sweater—not enough to tear, but enough that you could feel the tension in her grip. "At least for now."

You nodded, shifting to sit more comfortably on the armrest, your legs laying across her plush thighs. "Fair enough. So… how’s this for a subject change?" You gestured to her. "I know we’ve just met, but… I *really* like you, Toriel." Her breath hitched again, her ears twitching upright as she blinked rapidly. "O-Oh my. That is… quite forward."

The firelight flickered as you shrugged, grinning. "What can I say? Life’s short—especially when your so-called friends throw you down a mountain." Toriel let out a soft, startled laugh, her paws covering her mouth briefly. "Oh dear, that is *not* funny," she chided, though her golden eyes sparkled with amusement. "But…" Her voice softened as she hesitantly reached out, brushing a strand of hair from your forehead. "I find myself… quite charmed by you as well."

A comfortable silence settled between you, broken only by the crackling hearth. Toriel's fingers trailed absently along the curve of your leg where it rested on her thigh, her claws catching lightly on the fabric of your pants. "If… if you truly mean what you say," she murmured, her voice trembling slightly, "then I… I may require a test." You raised an eyebrow. "A test?" She nodded, her ears twitching nervously. "It’s no easy test… I must be sure you can handle all of… *this*." Her paws gestured vaguely at her enormous frame.

Before you could respond, Toriel suddenly scooped you up effortlessly, pressing you flush against her chest. Your face sank into the impossibly soft valley between her breasts, the warmth radiating through her strained robe nearly suffocating. "Mmph—Toriel?!" you muffled into her robes, struggling slightly—not that it did any good against her overwhelming strength. She chuckled deeply, the sound vibrating through her chest. "Hush now," she purred, beginning her walk towards her bedroom. "We shall see if you still fancy me after *this*."

The bedroom door groaned as she nudged it open with her hip, revealing a massive bed piled high with quilts and pillows. Toriel paused at the footboard, her golden eyes gleaming in the dim candlelight as she loosened her grip just enough for you to gasp for air. "Still with me?" she teased, her velvety voice laced with amusement. You coughed dramatically, clutching at your chest. "Oh shit woman, are you trying to smother me in those?" Toriel's ears flicked back in mock offense. "Language," she scolded playfully, before adding in a whisper, "Though... perhaps that *was* the point."

She lowered you onto the floor with surprising gentleness, her paws lingering on your shoulders as she straightened to her full height. The candlelight cast flickering shadows across her flushed face as she began to remove her robe—the strained fabric sighing in relief as it pooled around her patted feet. "Now then," she murmured, placing both hands onto the foot of the bed, her massive frame looming over you. "Tell me honestly—does this frighten you?" You swallowed hard, your gaze tracing the expanse of her soft curves barely contained by her now-visible undergarments. "Frighten? No. Intimidate? Fuck yes." Toriel's tail gave an excited flick at your response.

With deliberate slowness, she reached back with one paw, parting her black panties to reveal the plush swell beneath. "And this?" she challenged, her golden eyes burning with intensity. You licked your suddenly dry lips. "That's... that's a whole damn bakery." Toriel burst into startled laughter, the sound rich and warm as she hung her head between her shoulders. "Oh goodness—*bakery*?" she wheezed between giggles, her whole body shaking with mirth.

Regaining her composure, she began spreading her legs wider—the bedframe protesting as she leaned forward—until her enormous thighs framed you completely. "And *this*?" she breathed, her voice dropping an octave as she forced apart her buttocks to expose the sticky, sweaty crevice beneath. Your knees nearly buckled at the musky heat rolling off her. "Oh fuck, Toriel—that's..." She arched a brow, waiting. "...that smells amazing," you admitted hoarsely.

Toriel's laughter returned, softer this time as she released herself with a wet *pop*. "Oh my," she murmured, fanning her face slightly, "I suppose I *do* need a shower." She straightened with a groan, her leg raising as she crawled onto the bed—her every movement making the mattress sag dangerously. "Care to join?" she purred, laying herself down on her back—her plush arms folding beneath her chin—as she gazed at you over her shoulder expectantly.

Your feet moved before your brain could catch up, scrambling onto the bed as the springs groaned in protest. "Hell yes," you breathed, crawling towards her as she began to undo her sports bra straps—the fabric stretched to its absolute limit. Toriel hummed approvingly, her tail flicking back and forth lazily. "Such enthusiasm," she teased, the bra finally snapping free—her massive breasts spilling out with an audible *fwump* as they settled against her mattress. "But do keep up—I have high standards."

You barely had time to process the sheer scale of her freed chest before she raised one hand and brought it down hard on her own left buttock—the resulting *SMACK* echoing through the bedroom as flesh rippled violently. "Take my panties off," she commanded, her voice dropping to a husky growl, "show me you can handle my size." You swallowed hard, fingers trembling as you hooked them under the straining elastic. "Easy for you to say," you muttered, tugging uselessly—the fabric barely budged against the sheer mass of her hips.

Toriel chuckled darkly, spreading her legs wider—the scent of musk intensifying as she arched her back. "I’ll be waiting," she purred, deliberately wiggling her hips to make your task harder. You soon got fed up and tore the panties clean off—the fabric snapping with a satisfying *rip*—revealing her glistening folds beneath. "Oh!" Toriel gasped, her ears shooting upright in surprise—then she laughed breathlessly. "Well. That’s one way to do it."

With a playful growl, you grabbed two tiny handfuls of her plush rear, sinking your fingers into the impossibly soft flesh as you spreaded her wide. Toriel inhaled sharply, her claws digging into the mattress as you exposed her sticky, smelly and wet anus. "D-Don’t touch that—" she stammered, her voice cracking—but it was too late. You reached an arm deep within her cheeks, fingers trailing through sweat and musk before teasing her puckered hole. Toriel shuddered violently, her thick thighs squeezing around your arm. "Ohhh myyy—!"

Her protests turned into a moan as you leaned forward, slowly inserting your whole fist into her ass—her body stretching impossibly wide to accommodate you. Toriel arched her back with a gasp, her tail thrashing wildly as her insides clenched around your wrist. "Ohhhh goodness gracious—!" she whimpered, her breasts pressing flat against the mattress as she squirmed. "Y-You’re—ohhhh—you’re stretching me so wide—!"

You grinned against her trembling thigh, working your fingers deeper into her tight heat. "You said to show you I can handle your size," you murmured, twisting your wrist just to hear her cry out. Toriel’s claws shredded the sheets as her hips bucked helplessly, her massive frame shuddering. "F-Fair point—ahhh!—b-but perhaps..ohhh dear..perhaps I underestimated you!"

Her breath came in ragged gasps as your fingers explored the inside of her colon—hot, pulsing muscle gripping you like a velvet vice. Toriel’s muzzle pressed into the mattress, muffling her moans as her tail lashed wildly. "M-Matthew..please.." she whimpered, her thighs quivering around your shoulders. "I haven’t..nngh..been stretched like this since..ohhhh!"

You curled your fingers just right, drawing a deep, shuddering groan from her as her hips jerked involuntarily. "Since when?" you teased, twisting your wrist to watch her enormous body ripple with pleasure. Toriel’s golden eyes rolled back as she panted, "S-Since my wedding night—oh stars above—!" Her confession ended in a breathless squeak as you pushed deeper, her inner walls fluttering around your knuckles.

Toriel suddenly arched violently, her massive breasts lifting clear off the mattress as you ripped your clenched fist out of her—her asshole *popping* audibly in the sudden absence. "Too much?" you smirked, watching her entire body tremble. "N-No," she gasped, raising her enormous ass high in the air, her tail flickering wildly. "I… I need more!" she demanded, her velvety voice cracking on the last word as she wiggled her hips invitingly—her gaping hole glistening under the candlelight.

"You're insatiable," you chuckled, positioning yourself behind her. Toriel let out a desperate whine, pressing her face into the pillows as she reached back to spread her cheeks wider. "Please," she begged, her golden eyes half-lidded with need, "I've been so… so lonely." The raw vulnerability in her voice made your breath catch—this wasn't just lust, but years of longing finally breaking free.

You didn't hesitate this time, rolling up your sleeve before inserting your entire forearm into her with one smooth thrust. Toriel's back arched violently, her claws tearing through the sheets as she let out a guttural moan. "Yesss—!" she hissed through clenched teeth, her tail lashing wildly. The sheer heat engulfing your arm was overwhelming, her insides pulsing around you like a heartbeat as you twisted deeper.

"Stars above—you're—nngh—you're splitting me apart!" Toriel gasped, her enormous breasts swaying beneath her as she braced against the headboard. Beads of sweat rolled down her flushed muzzle when you curled your fingers just right, hitting a spot that made her entire body convulse. "Ohhh! R-Right there—don't stop—!" Her pleads dissolved into incoherent whimpers as you began pistoning your arm faster, the wet squelches echoing through the bedroom.

Toriel suddenly clenched around you like a vise, her inner muscles fluttering wildly as she let out a keening wail—her thick thighs shaking violently. "I-I'm—ohhhh—I'm—!" Her claws shredded the mattress as her climax crashed over her, her massive frame shuddering uncontrollably. You slowed your movements but didn't stop, letting her ride out the waves while her asshole spasmed around your forearm. "T-Toriel?" you murmured, watching her tail twitch erratically.

She whimpered something unintelligible into the pillows before lifting her flushed face, golden eyes glassy with pleasure. "L-let’s try the other hole," she breathed, spreading her glistening folds with trembling claws—her entrance dripping shamelessly. You carefully withdrew your arm with a wet *pop*, making her whimper at the sudden emptiness. "Thought you'd never ask," you grinned, wiping your forearm on the sheets before positioning yourself between her shaking thighs.

Toriel whimpered as you began removing your belt buckle—the metallic *clink* making her ears twitch—when suddenly, you pushed your pants down and pressed your bare cock against her soaked entrance without warning. "O-Oh!" she gasped, her claws sinking into the mattress as you pushed in halfway in one smooth motion. "Sweet mercy—you're so—nngh—so *thick*!" Toriel arched violently as you bottomed out, her inner walls fluttering around your length in waves.

"You okay?" you murmured, pausing to let her adjust—her breath coming in ragged pants. Toriel nodded frantically, her golden eyes half-lidded as she rocked her hips impatiently. "H-how big *are* you?" she whimpered, her tail flickering. You chuckled darkly, thrusting shallowly just to watch her squirm. "If I recall, eight inches long with a four inch girth." Toriel's muzzle dropped open in shock. "*Four inches?!*" she squeaked, her thighs trembling as you began moving faster.

Toriel suddenly arched with a gasp, her claws scrabbling at the headboard as you angled your hips just right—hitting a spot that made her entire body convulse. "Ohhhh—*right there*!" she sobbed, her breasts bouncing wildly with each thrust. The bedframe groaned dangerously as you quickened your pace, her slick walls clenching around you in rhythmic pulses. "M-Matthew—I'm—nngh—I'm gonna—!" Her plea dissolved into a wordless cry as her back bowed violently, her inner muscles fluttering like mad.

You barely had time to react before Toriel's massive form suddenly collapsed forward—her enormous breasts pressing flat against the mattress as her enormous ass dropped onto your lap with crushing force. "Oof—!" you grunted, pinned beneath her overwhelming weight as she writhed through her climax. Toriel's panting breaths filled the room, her whole body trembling as she reached back blindly—her massive paw grasping your hand desperately. "*More*," she rasped, her velvety voice hoarse with need, "I need—*ahh*—I need to feel you deeper!"

Toriel rolled onto her back suddenly, her massive leg casting a shadow over you as she lifted it high—her damp thighs quivering—before flopping down onto her back with a thunderous *whump*. "H-Here," she panted, spreading her glistening folds wide with trembling claws, her golden eyes dark with lust. "Breed me," she demanded, her velvety voice cracking on the words—her thick tail thrashing against the sheets. "Please—I *need* it!"

You however really wanted to kiss Toriel, but you can’t reach her face because she’s too tall—even lying down—so you pulled out with a wet *pop* and climbed onto her pillowy stomach instead, laying yourself against her enormous chest. "Easy, big girl," you murmured, grabbing her face and pulling her into a deep kiss—her breath hitching as your tongues tangled. Toriel whimpered into your mouth, her claws gripping your hips as you rocked against her—your cock slipping in between her massive breasts with a lewd *schlick*.

Toriel broke the kiss with a gasp, her golden eyes blown wide with arousal. "Oh my stars—*yes*," she moaned, pressing her cleavage together around your shaft—her soft fur providing delicious friction. "Y-You fit perfectly," she breathed, watching your cock disappear between her bouncing mounds—pre-cum glistening on her fur. Her tail thumped rhythmically against the mattress as you thrust faster, her breathy moans filling the room.

"Careful… you’re strong Tori," you groaned, gripping her shoulders for balance as she suddenly arched beneath you—her powerful hips lifting you both off the mattress. Toriel giggled breathlessly, her claws digging into her breasts to keep them pressed tight. "I could—*ahh*—break you so easily," she teased, flexing her thighs beneath you—the muscles rippling dangerously. "But I won’t… never you… *nngh*!"

A particularly rough thrust made her gasp, her golden eyes rolling back as her tail thrashed wildly. "M-Matthew," she panted, her velvety voice cracking, "I—ohhh—I need you inside me again!" You smirked down at her flushed muzzle, slowing your hips just to watch her squirm. "One more kiss first, I won’t be able to reach your lips once I’m between those thighs." Toriel whimpered but obliged, dragging you down into a sloppy, desperate kiss—her tongue curling around yours with surprising possessiveness.

You pulled back with a gasp, scrambling down her mountainous curves until your cock’s head was pressing up against her soaked entrance—her scent thick and musky. "L-Look at me," Toriel demanded suddenly, her claws gripping the headboard as you pushed in slowly—her tight walls fluttering around you. Her golden eyes locked onto yours, shimmering with vulnerability even as her hips bucked impatiently. "I want to see—*ahh*—see your face when you—*nngh*—when you fill me."

Her thighs clamped around your waist like a vise as you bottomed out—her breath hitching as she arched beneath you. "*Four inches*," Toriel moaned deliriously, her tail thrashing against the sheets. "Sweet mercy, I can *feel* you in my—*ohhh*—in my stomach!" You chuckled darkly, rolling your hips in slow, deep thrusts—each one drawing a breathy whimper from her parted lips. "Told you I could handle you," you murmured, watching her enormous breasts sway with each movement.

Toriel suddenly tried to interlock her fingers with yours—her massive paws engulfing your hands completely—but they were just too big. Instead, she settled for groping her own breasts frantically, her claws sinking into the plush flesh as she gasped, "F-Faster, please—I need to—*ahh*—need to feel you *ruin* me!" The headboard cracked ominously as you obliged, driving into her with punishing thrusts—her slick walls convulsing around you. "Stars above—yes! *Yes!*" she howled, her golden eyes rolling back as her back arched violently.

"Toriel… say the three magic words." You slowed your movements, grinning down at her flushed muzzle—her breath coming in ragged pants. Toriel whined pitifully, her thighs trembling as she tried to buck her hips. "Y-You *fiend*," she gasped, her claws tearing through the sheets. "Fine! *I love you!* Now *please*—" Her plea turned into a shriek as you snapped your hips forward—your cock swelling suddenly inside her. "Ohhh *fuck*!" she wailed, her entire body shuddering as her next climax crashed over her.

Toriel's golden eyes rolled back as she arched violently—her massive breasts bouncing wildly—when suddenly, her muscles locked up. "M-Matthew—!" she choked out, her claws sinking into her massive breasts. "A-are you about to—?" You groaned through clenched teeth—her inner walls spasming around you—before answering with one final thrust. Toriel's scream filled the bedroom as your cock pulsed deep inside her—her womb filling plentifully—her enormous thighs clamping around your waist like a vise.

Panting heavily, you collapsed forward, your face pressing into the valley between her heaving breasts, as Toriel's arms wrapped around you weakly. "Ohhh my stars," she breathed, her velvety voice trembling, her paws stroking your sweat-slicked back. "That was…" Her golden eyes fluttered shut as she trailed off, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath you. "Mmhm," you mumbled drowsily into her fur, the musky scent of her exertion enveloping you.

Toriel shifted beneath you with a soft grunt, her thighs still trembling as she adjusted her position—the bedframe creaking ominously. "Are… are you alright?" she murmured, her claws gently combing through your hair. You chuckled hoarsely, lifting your head just enough to meet her gaze. "I should be asking you that—you just took a pounding that would split a lesser woman in half." Toriel's ears flicked back in embarrassment, her muzzle flushing darker. "W-Well," she stammered, her tail giving a feeble twitch, "I *am* made of sterner stuff than most."

She hesitated before suddenly pulling you up her body, your cock slipping free with a wet sound that made her shiver. "Come here," she whispered, maneuvering you until your head rested against her pillowy breast—her heartbeat loud beneath your ear. Toriel exhaled shakily, her paw stroking down your spine. "Shall we discuss the results of my test?" she teased, though her voice wavered slightly. You grinned up at her, tracing idle circles on her sweat-slicked fur. "Passed with flying colors, I hope?"

Toriel's chuckle vibrated through her chest as she nuzzled the top of your head. "Mm. Exceeded expectations," she murmured, her claws pausing at the small of your back. A comfortable silence settled between you, broken only by the distant crackling of the hearth downstairs. Then you asked her softly, "Will you be my girlfriend?" Toriel froze, her breath catching—before erupting into delighted giggles, her tail thumping against the mattress. "*Girlfriend?*" she wheezed, wiping tears from her eyes, "Matthew, I am a *queen*!"

You cupped her face gently, stroking the velvety fur beneath her chin. "When did you become a queen? I only know you as the lonely old goat mom who lives in a mountain." Toriel's laughter softened into something tender as she leaned into your touch. "Oh dear... I suppose I forgot to mention that," she admitted, her golden eyes crinkling at the corners. "But yes—long ago, before the war, I was queen alongside my husband." Her expression flickered briefly, but she shook it off with a playful nip at your fingers. "Though I must say... being your *girlfriend* sounds... wonderfully normal."

You reached over and grabbed ahold of both of her large, thick nipples—her skin still damp with sweat—and gave them an experimental squeeze. Toriel gasped sharply, her back arching slightly as her tail wagged against the sheets. "M-Matthew!" she squeaked, her ears flattening against her head. "A-Are you trying to milk me?" You chuckled darkly, sitting up straight atop her plush belly—your knees sinking slightly into her soft fur. "Depends," you murmured, pulling hard enough to lift her massive breasts slightly—making her whimper. "You got any milk in these?" Toriel's muzzle flushed scarlet as she hid her face behind her paws. "O-Oh my stars—!"

Toriel suddenly moaned low in her throat when you twisted both nipples simultaneously—her entire body shuddering beneath you. "Ahhh—s-stop!" she panted, though her paws pressed harder against her face, muffling her pleas. "No… not until I see milk," you teased, increasing the pressure—Toriel's thighs squeezing together tightly as her breath hitched. "I-I *can't*!" she squealed—right before twin streams of warm milk sprayed from her engorged nipples—landing squarely on your chest with a wet *splat*.

Toriel froze in utter horror—her golden eyes widening to saucers—before letting out a mortified shriek. "*Oh stars above—I didn't know that could still HAPPEN!*" she wailed, her tail thrashing wildly as she tried to cover herself. You wiped a finger through the milky streaks on your torso, licking it clean with deliberate slowness, before grinning up at her. "Mmm… move those hands, let me taste." Toriel whimpered pathetically, shaking her head furiously—her ears pinned flat. "N-No! This is—*ohhh*—this is *indecent*!"

You pulled away one of her massive breasts away from her paws—her nipple still dripping—before sealing your lips around it with a satisfied hum. Toriel gasped sharply, her entire body stiffening as her milk flowed freely into your mouth—rich and surprisingly sweet. "M-Matthew!" she squeaked, her claws sinking into the mattress, "*Stop drinking me!*" You chuckled against her fur, swirling your tongue just to hear her breath hitch. "Too late," you murmured between swallows, "you’re all natural… organic… free-range goat milk."

Toriel whimpered pitifully, her tail flicking in distress as she hid her burning face behind her paws again. "*Free-range?!*" she squealed, her thighs trembling—her other breast still spraying milk across her own stomach in erratic spurts. You gave her nipple one last teasing suck before releasing it with a wet *pop*, grinning at her mortified expression. "Relax, Tori," you soothed, tracing idle circles through the spilled milk on her fur, "it’s kinda hot." Toriel peeked between her fingers, her golden eyes brimming with embarrassed tears. "*Hot?!*" she whispered hoarsely, "Matthew, I am *lactating*—this isn’t—ohhh—this isn’t *normal!*"

Her protests dissolved into a startled yelp when you suddenly kissed her—your tongue sliding between her parted lips, the taste of her milk still lingering between you. Toriel melted instantly, her paws clutching your shoulders as she whimpered into the kiss. "See?" you murmured against her muzzle, "Totally hot." Toriel exhaled shakily, her ears twitching as she glanced down at her still-leaking nipples. "I... suppose it *does* feel..." She trailed off with a flustered cough before suddenly yelping—her back arching as another stream sprayed unexpectedly. "*Oh for goodness sake!*"

You laughed against her fur, licking a stray droplet from her collarbone. "Guess your body missed being milked," you teased, squeezing her breast experimentally—watching another thick stream arc through the air. Toriel covered her face again with a groan, her tail flicking wildly. "*Decades* without this," she muttered between her paws, "and *now* it happens?!" Her indignation faltered when you shoved one of her massive breasts against her face—forcing her nipple into her own mouth. Toriel's muffled squeak was priceless.

"Mmmff—Matthew!" she protested, gagging slightly as you squeezed—her milk spraying messily across her tongue. Her golden eyes rolled back despite herself, her body shuddering as she instinctively swallowed. You grinned wickedly, releasing the pressure. "Self-sufficiency is important," you deadpanned, watching her pant with milk dribbling down her chin. Toriel wiped her muzzle furiously, her ears flattening. "*You*," she growled, suddenly getting up and shoving you down onto the bed—her enormous breasts swinging dangerously, "*are*—*ah!*—impossible!"

She hovered over you, fuming—until you pinched and twisted both her dripping nipples simultaneously—making her knees buckle. "*Ohhh—you fiend!*" she gasped, collapsing atop you with crushing force—her milk soaking your chest. Toriel buried her face in your neck with a groan, her tail thumping weakly. "I yield," she mumbled, her warm weight pressing you deep into the mattress. "Good," you chuckled, petting her ears gently, "now say the magic words again." Toriel lifted her head slightly—her muzzle smeared with milk—before sighing dramatically. "*I love you,* you insufferable creature."