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There was a snail there. Right there, on his pillow, just waiting for him when he got home. Mahiri stopped in his doorway, blinking at it a couple times as he set his work stuff down beside his bedroom door. A short trail of slime indicated that it hadn't crawled there, but instead been placed there. He walked over and stuck out one finger, letting the little mollusk crawl onto his extended digit, so he could carry it off somewhere where it might be safe. It wasn't the only thing for him to notice, not the only sign of some sort of bedroom intrusion while he was out, either. There were yellow flowers strewn all over the covers, and the whole room smelled deliciously of butterscotch. Or was it cinnamon? Maybe a little of both.

Only when he set the snail safely down on the windowsill did it all really click in his mind. Of course. The little hints and nudges she'd been giving, not to mention the strange prank calls he kept getting, asking about his preferences on baked goods. Something he'd confessed long ago was coming back to haunt him. Someone was approaching, having hidden in his home, evading notice until then. He could feel their presence, their every footfall a heavy, impressive thud that rocked through his house, hinting at an intruder of tremendous size. The knock that came to his closed bedroom door was disproportionately gentle compared to the sound of the unseen figure's approach. A voice came, so warm and soothing to hear the leopard immediately found himself flattening his ears, almost slipping into a purr after a few syllables.

"Welcome home, my child. May I come in?"

He found himself oddly frozen to the spot. It wasn't out of fear, but rather awe. That was exactly how he'd always imagined her sounding. He wasn't sure why exactly, but it kind of tugged at his heartstrings in an odd way. He had to see for himself if it was really her. Fighting off his own sense of stunned paralysis, he stumbled his way over to the door and threw it open, finding himself immediately gazing up over the purple-clad form of the broad, plush goat-mom herself. As far as cosplays went, this was far beyond just imitation. It was perfect, down to every detail, soft and inviting and radiating such a motherly nature he had to shrug off the urge to hug her on the spot. She even got the scent right. And she was big, too. He had to tilt his head back just to get a proper look at her face, gazing fondly into her red eyes. Only seeing those broke him briefly from the illusion.

"Shirazi? Is that really ...?"

The perfect manifestation of Toriel cut him off, gently. "Who's that, dear? Don't you recognize your own mother?"

He went so red just hearing that he thought his head was going to explode. She offered him a kind little smile and reached out to touch him on the cheek.

"You're all flushed. This won't do at all. Come, this way. I will guide you."

She reached down and took him by the hand. His eyes glimmered with wonder, looking for a moment like he was going to cry. There was something about how perfectly she had crafted the form, about how earnest and kind the crazed, shapeshifting demon appeared while wearing that look, that he even believed that there really weren't any tricks involved. He knew he should have known better, given who he was dealing with, but he was caught up in the moment. Letting Toriel squeeze his hand tight, he followed her as they walked together. It didn't last long, just the span of his modest bedroom, but for those few steps he was silently caught up in the moment, swinging his tail, purring uncontrollably. They got to the side of his bed, and he looked up to her for guidance, receiving a smile in return.

"You have been very good, haven't you?" She tipped her head to the side. "You surely deserve a reward by now."

He didn't move when she leaned in, simply letting himself be overwhelmed by the kiss that came to him. She could have easily fit his entire muzzle in her mouth, but she settled instead for a firm, yet delicate smooch to his lips. Then she gave his cheek a little lick, and he felt a tingle running down his spine, as if it was the most erotic thing anyone had ever done to him. Of course he was getting turned on. It wasn't really Toriel after all. He could enjoy this without any shame. Or at least that was what he told himself, as she gave him a little nudge on the shoulder, guiding him towards the bed. He looked up at her again, and she simply gave him a nod.

"You need not worry about a thing. Simply lie down, and allow me to spoil you. Like you deserve, birthday boy."

"But it's not even -"

She had a commanding way of cutting him off with the simplest of gestures, raising a single finger to shush him. "Close enough. I could not be here for your big day, so this will have to suffice. Relax now, please."

He took a good look into her eyes. The demonic red still faintly glimmered there, but it seemed tamer than usual, almost mundane. He didn't even come up to her chest, but there was nothing intimidating about her, to him. Finally, after some overwhelmed hesitation, he stretched out on his own bed, laying his head on a lightly slime-touched pillow, looking up at her with wonder in his eyes. She simply gave a warm chuckle, waving her finger at him.

"I mean without your clothes, silly."

He hesitated, but he felt safe there. She was looming tall above him, probably a good eight feet high or more, but she exhumed all the hostility of a pillow. It was so easy to forget who she really was, to avoid thinking about the wicked maniac who was piloting the gentle monster and accept the illusion she was putting forth. He took a long, deep breath of her butterscotchy scent, feeling oddly self-conscious. It wasn't that he didn't like to be seen naked, it was just that, well, there was going to be no hiding how much she'd turned him on. It almost didn't feel right. She was so precious, so pure, so ... oh god, she was slipping out of her outfit too. He bit his lip hard enough to startle himself with the pain when he got a good look at her mostly-bare curves. Bare but for the elaborate lingerie, a delicious lacy black look that only enhanced the natural softness of her motherly shape.

That was enough to get him rowling. It was a strange noise, almost whiny-sounding, sounding more anguished then aroused. Toriel carefully set her long robe down, folding it neatly over the back of a chair before returning to the leopard's side. She gave a tsk of her lips when she saw him still clothed.

"Is something the matter? Do you need my help undressing?"

"N-no, it's just, ah."

He couldn't even finish. He felt like he was a virgin again, all unsure of himself, his arms feeling so weighty. Only through great willpower did he manage to overcome his unusual spike of anxiety. It was just - he didn't want to embarrass himself in front of a character he liked so much. And did he have to wear such tight clothing all the time? It felt like it was glued to him, leaving him fumbling, grasping at his sleeves but failing to actually peel them off his arms as his fingers slipped.

"Here. Let me help you," she insisted, taking him by the hand.

His eyes remained fixed on her body as she worked to strip him, pulling his shirt over his head, then tidying up his mussed hair after doing so, slowly running her fingers through his long crimson locks. He was still purring, the sound flaring up louder as she touched him, carefully, treating him like he was a delicate little flower. She ran her fingers along his belly, scratching lightly with her claws, making him wiggle, before she got to his belt. He could feel the strength behind her soft touch, a mere tug lifting his hips right off the bed as she unbuckled, unbuttoned, and unzipped all that kept him covered. Another tug and she was dragging his pants and underwear off his legs, almost yanking him right off the bed in the process. He had to grip the side of the mattress to avoid being tossed to the floor by her boss-monster strength.

Such a silly noise it was, yowling as if in terror, when she gripped at his cock. Her hand was near the size of his head, wrapping up his entire shaft at once, giving a slow, thorough stroke while she smiled towards him. Leaning down like that to reach, she wiggled her hips a few times and gave him a playful chuckle.

"It seems you were waiting for this for some time. Hopefully it will all be worth it."

A stroke of her thumb along the tip of his shaft had the digit quickly soaked in pre. She withdrew to gingerly slurp it off, giving him a little 'mmm' that hit a note so deep he felt it more than heard it. Leaning in close, looming in front of his face, letting him waft in her breath, taking in that delicious scent of baked goods. It was like she'd swallowed a whole bakery, awash with tantalizing aromas, the warmth making him feel like he was leaning in to an open oven. She kissed him on the forehead, and then pressed her lips right to the inside of one ear, her soft-spoken words tickling him with each syllable.

"I know something you have always wanted. I will make it happen, but only because you have been so good."

Another pat on the head, and she was moving. She left her lingerie in place, that black lace hugging tight to all of her motherly shapes and figure. It fit her perfectly. A slow turn of her hips and she was facing away from him, looking over her shoulder at him with an increasingly devious smile. Something flashed in her eyes, though he only barely saw it. He was busy taking a long look at the thick white pillows of her backside. Her gaze followed his and she chuckled, pressing her fingers to her lips. Then she was approaching, backing herself into the bed, overtaking his vision with his fixation. One knee up on the bed, and then the other, making it sag beneath her weight, and she found her target, pointing his muzzle right up between the cheeks of her hefty rear, pushing his nose right to the base of her tail as she brought all her weight down atop him, completely enveloping and airlessly smothering him in her big, lingerie-clad ass.

He got nothing but her scent, completely overtaken. She sat down so firmly her butt reached the bed, leaving him wedged against her as she began to lightly bounce and ground. The fabric of her garments rubbed against his lips and face, before simply slipping to the side, giving him a taste of her sex. He didn't hesitate to take it all in, slathering it up with his tongue, pressing hard and dragging against the grain of the tingly texture. It was enough to make her moan, the sound resonating all throughout her huge figure while she sat on top of him. A little shift of her position, and she had his lips against her rim, letting him kiss, lick, and even suck. There was no more being modest, there was simply purring and hungrily eating out Toriel's thick ass, living out a hidden, slightly shameful fantasy come to life, basking in her scent, suffocating beneath her curves and not even caring that he wasn't getting any air.

Slick and sloppy came his slurps, stroking harder, deeper, faster, letting all his pent up excitement go to work on pleasuring her. Toriel simply rolled herself back and forth, putting some extra pressure on his face, all but taking him inside. His tongue ended up within her, at least, shoved deep to penetrate her backside. He curled it and dragged it back and forth, plunging in and out, slickly fucking her with it while he moaned simply from the excitement of it all. She wasn't even touching his cock, but he was close to cumming anyway, as he blissfully, whole-heartedly ate her out until he was hovering near climax, twitching, thumping, throbbing to the steadfast beat of his rapidly pounding heart. Even teetering towards unconsciousness as she smothered him beneath her great big butt, he was determined to keep pleasuring her, savouring and sampling in her taste and scent as she grew slightly sweaty, coating his cheeks in light perspiration while she sat snugly on the cat.

Finally, she let him free, leaning forward and crawling off of his muzzle while he gasped to the point of wheezing. He was heaving there, shuddering with long, deep huffs, sucking in as much air as possible. His eyes were glazed over for a time, pointed at the ceiling but seeing nothing. All it took to help him recover was to stroke his chest a few times, scritching and stroking him, bringing his purrs back to full strength while his breathing slowly returned to relatively normal. He was still panting a little, no longer from lack of air, but more for the heat, and his intensely worked up state that had him gushing a watery mist of pre all over his belly. She moved in close, breathed upon his dick, and then drew a shrill cry from his lungs as she wrapped his dick up tight between her tits, giving them a firm, snuggly massage. Then came her tongue.

He had never really thought about what Toriel's tongue might have looked like, he realized. The demon seemed to take inspiration from her own, drawing a flexible, forked tip along his inches, lapping up every single drop of pre milked out by the grinding grasp of her tits. He could lick her from there, but her fine ass was still within his reach, so he set instead to reaching out and squeezing deep into her pillowy cheeks, kneading as firmly as he could muster to give her a deep, muscle-penetrating massage. Really, it was an excuse to feel up her ass, though he made sure it felt good for her too in the process. She was like a big, squishing marshmallow, but he could feel strength beneath the pudgy padding, flexing taut as she worked to pleasure him, humming a little tune he knew well, the vibrations tingling at his dick.

Feline as he was, there was really nothing to fear about cumming too early. There was always more. And there was simply no resisting her delicious touch, her tongue, her breasts. Her fur felt like it must have been the softest thing he'd ever felt, so smooth, silky, fluffy. It was like a dream, but his orgasm was very much real. He lifted his head only to thud it back to his pillow, tossing his hair about while he yowled in delight, body twitching and simply slipping free of his control, leaving him oddly wiggling and thrusting, fucking those fine monster tits as he hit his peak for her. A great splattering of kitty seed ended up right in her mouth, for the most part, leaving him listening to her gulping it all down while he painted the rest across her cheeks and chin, leaving her motherly visage dripping with the cum of her biggest fan.

He let his arms fall limply by his side, though he stayed just as hard as ever, snug in her cleavage like that. She turned around again, facing him, letting some of his own cream drip down on his face while she leaned in for a kiss. She was like a great warm blanket, covering him from top to bottom in her cushy warmth as she laid across him, hardly taking care to keep from crushing the air out of his lungs. It didn't hurt, but it certainly made him gasp, puffing between her lips as she smooched him deep, pushing her tongue past his lips, along the surface of his tongue, and then directly into his throat. It was thick enough to make his gullet lightly bulge, the outline of it wriggling there beneath the creamy white of his neck fur until she withdrew with a heavy smack of spit and an exaggerated 'mwah!'

Then it was time to remove her outfit. There was plenty of his cum on it, after all, sinking through and getting into her fur. Getting fully naked involved removing several straps, elaborate working her hands as if she were casting a spell, but in time, she was victorious. This time, she didn't carefully fold her outfit, instead tossing them away while she turned her attention back to kissing him, sucking on his whole muzzle at once as she swiftly overtook his face in sloppy, humid attention. Only when she had given him a thorough tasting did she speak again.

"Now, allow me. I know what's best for you."

Her movement was so precise he almost didn't notice what she was up to at first. She simply rolled her hips back, and then he was inside of her, penetrating her all at once, sinking deep into her pussy. He bent forward, folding like a deck chair at the feeling of being so suddenly deep in the soaking wet confines of Toriel's clenching pussy. Despite the size difference between them, she was tight around him, squeezing taut, leaving no room for any wiggling. She pushed him back down to the bed, her palms firm upon his shoulders, and took a deep look in his eyes. That soft smile was still on her face, a little broader than before. Her eyes were glowing a little more, too. She held him in suspense, squeezing on him from all angles as she slowly rotated his hips, getting him nice and situated in his squishing, squelching depths. He tried to think of something to say, but the best he could manage was a chorus of feline noise, sounding equally distressed and excited, even if all his feelings were positive.

The bed and house alike shook with every movement of her hips, and that was before she even really got going. A slow roll back and forth, and he was already yowling, showing his teeth. She mirrored his expression with a playful snarl, showing him those fangs. He could only faintly glimpse them through his narrowed eyes, her outline blurred as he scrunched up his face and tried not to simply scream. She felt so good, so warm, so inviting. Her weight pinned him exactly in place, kept him from even thrusting back into her. All he could was lay back and let her guide him, riding him slowly, firmly, building up speed with every powerful motion. He saw the impact of each thrust jiggling through her plush body, but he couldn't reach up to touch her any more. Not with her holding him down like that, taking complete control of the situation, gently, but more firmly by the moment.

The bed was soon rattling ominously, a sound of bending, twisting metal screeching through the room as she used her weight to her advantage. Somehow, she never hurt him, no matter how fast she was going, no matter how heavy she was, coming down on his hips over and over, faster and faster, plunging his kitty cock in and out of her hot sex. She was wetter with each stroke, immersing him in hot fluids, letting them pour all over him from thighs to belly with every bounce. Her face was right there in front of his the whole time, puffing breath so hot it made him sweat right in his face. He got to watch her expression shifting, from one of playful, gentle dominance to one of pleasure, her lips drawing back in a smile of ecstasy, her tongue flopping down over her lower lip, her saliva raining upon his features while her sweat painting his body down in a sweet, lightly musky butterscotch-cinnamon aroma.

Then came the sweet sound of her orgasm, her eyes closing tight, her mouth hanging open, the sound echoing in his eyes. He felt her going tighter, hotter, wetter, and he rushed to climax right along with her. Immersed in her warmth, in her softness, he came so hard he blanked out briefly, the pleasure too much for him to even properly process. He was pouring his cum inside of her, and she was squirting all over him, soaking him, splattering him while he filled her womb with a seemingly endless load of cat seed. They rocked and they shook together, the bed cracking loudly beneath them as the frame finally gave in, leaving them briefly plunging towards the floor. She could have crushed him, coming down on him like that, but she landed just right, making him feel like he'd simply been struck by a great big pillow.

She hugged him up against his chest, giving him a great big squeeze, leaving him gasping before falling back into panting. A quick kiss on his lips, and she smiled.

"Now. We both know what comes next. It is so dangerous out there for someone like you. Stay here, with me. I will make sure you are safe."

She didn't give him the chance to get a single word out, instead just pressing in close once more, and opening wide. He gazed into the darkness at the back of her throat, feeling her breath on his face, puffed out by the 'aaaaaahhh' she made as she showed him the depths of her maw. A little closer, a little tighter. She held him, stroked him, squeezed him. None of it was ever forceful, even if she had him completely helpless beneath her. She simply coaxed him inwards, tugging and pushing, and he never resisted her, even as he found his face sliding along the surface of her tongue, easing into her throat, listening to her gulping and glurking as she swallowed her own saliva, worked up to copious extent by the taste of him. A long, deep 'mmmmm' rumbled into his very bones as she cherished his flavour, ever so slowly easing him between her lips before she'd even let his cock out from her cum-soaked insides.

The sound of her swallowing was one that came with a supremely satisfied groan, rumbling up from within her as if she was already satiated from eating just a little of him. She didn't stop, moving just a little faster, pressing her lips right down to the pillow that his head rested upon while she took him in to the throat, giving his whole head a suck. Her saliva soaked into his hair, marking it with the sugary scent of her breath, and making it stick to his face. Then she was gulping again, squishing down on his forehead, tugging him into her depths while she tossed her head back and pulled on him. Slowly rolling her hips back, she got back to a sitting position, pulling him along with her, letting his shaft slip loudly from her depths with a splurch of seed, pouring down his and her thighs alike while she swallowed him whole, one spot at a time, savouring him like the finest dessert she'd ever eaten.

Tilting her head back was a slow process, so gradual he almost didn't notice it was happening until he was completely inverted, his feet just inches from touching the ceiling. He sank downwards, assisted by gravity, but squeezed by her squishy throat to keep him from falling right down to her stomach. She was going to eat him at her own pace, her gullet massaging deeply into his neck, then his shoulders and his back as she worked her way along his body. One hard gulp dragged his belly in faster than the rest, allowing her to reach his hips, tasting his cock one more time. She pressed the tip of her tongue between his balls, then put some pressure on his prostate, precisely targeting his taint to press his little pleasure button. A swift flick of her tongue over his rim, and she was swallowing again, ending the tease with a heavy swallow that was almost deafening from his position. He could hear her breathing around him, slow and steady like the pumping of her heart. Everything about her was calm, and in the overwhelmingly hot darkness, soaked in juices that only grew thicker as he descended, he couldn't help but mirror her tranquil demeanour, even as she ate him whole. He was purring for her again by the time he slopped down into her stomach, his face hitting the slimy bottom of the chamber and the rest of him slowly curling up at it followed, making himself comfortable in his new bed, tucked away beneath the padding of her chubby belly, bulging and outlined beneath her breasts.

The was rest was simply a matter of slurping. No longer gulping, she instead committed to an extended suckle, dragging his faintly wiggling legs into her gullet along with his tail. He was moving as if half asleep, locked in that mind-haze of relaxation that came with being stuffed down into the belly of the lovely mom-goat. She made about as much noise as possible sucking him down like that, until all that was left was his spotted tail, the white tip flailing through the air like a spit-soaked noodle, before vanishing between her fangs. One more noisy gulp, and she sent the shape of the leopard's legs down from her throat, concealing them behind her bosom, only to have them reemerge in her belly with the rest of him. She patted him and she squeezed him, leaping at once upon his cozy silhouette to offering massages of reassurance. Of course, all the pressure meant she was squeezing out some air, and she leaned back to plant one hand for balance as she erupted with a truly massive belch to finish off her meal, projecting out a sound so potent a framed picture tumbled from the bedroom wall.

"There you are. Rest, now. You will need your energy for tomorrow. You would not want to be late for school."

He wasn't sure quite what she meant, but he could easily do as told. The gentle stirring of her stomach was anything but hostile, soothingly kneading all around him as the light compressions of digestion began. He felt a trickle, he felt a tingle, but most of all he felt her fingers, tenderly touching at him while she held him in her gut. His purrs remained strong even as he faded, showing his appreciation by stimulating her insides with every moment he was there. He could rumble like that in his sleep, as he soon demonstrated, lulled into blissful unconsciousness by his soothing surroundings. She rubbed at him a while longer, the noises in her belly growing just a little louder with each second, before reclining out upon his ruined bed, licking at her lips and humming a pleasant song to ensure he slept well. She was glad to give him such a pleasant birthday present. But she was far from done with him yet, and her true nature briefly manifested in a short, abrupt snicker echoing from her throat, stifled quickly but still filling the room for just a moment with the kind of wicked laughter that came only from truly profound madness.

***

There was a bell ringing. He heard it before he was aware of anything else. When his senses returned to him, he found himself face down on a school desk, drooling slightly. The light flooded in through the windows, leaving him squinting for a time, his eyes adjusting to the unexpected day blindness. As his vision returned, he saw here there again, massively looming, tapping a long ruler on an open palm. She was wearing glasses and a tight, teacherly outfit, one that hugged around her shapely body even more than before. Or maybe it was because she was even thicker than she had first appeared, padding on some extra fat and jiggle around her belly, her thighs, her bust, thanks to his contribution.

The expression on her face stood in complete contrast to her previous demeanour. Gone was the motherly warmth, replaced instead by a stern, cold stare down her nose at him. He was stricken by a sense of guilt before he even knew what he'd done wrong, left looking around the classroom as if she might have been glaring at someone else. That definitely wasn't it - it was just the two of them. The entire school was silent, seemingly empty. He could only imagine where they actually were, but he was too caught up in the moment to think about the logistics of the situation. She was making it work, all for him. Though it was easy to forget this was supposed to be some sort of odd birthday present when she was starting at him like that.

"Mister Morahan. Sleeping in my class again? Have I been boring you?"

Her disappointed tone meant he hardly had to roleplay his own response. It just came naturally.

"O-oh, no, I didn't mean ... I'm sorry, Miss ... um, Miss Toriel."

In his flustered state he couldn't even remember her last name. She reacted immediately, rising to her feet, smacking that ruler against her palm with a startling crack.

"You know what this means, of course. Detention."

All it took was her saying the word, and he heard a heavy click of the classroom door. She sharply gestured to him, and he swore he felt a slight, invisible force pulling him over towards her. Maybe he was imagining it, and her force of will alone was just that strong. He found himself standing in front of her in a moment, and didn't even see it coming when she grabbed him by the back of the head, snatching him by the hair and yanking him forward. This wasn't the gentle, caring version of Toriel he'd met previous. This was something rougher, meaner, intimidatingly harsh - and totally snatched right out of his most private of thoughts. How did she know?

He didn't ask any questions while she manipulated him, all but tossing him around. A shove, and she had him bent over in front of her, and then she was pushing him right up her skirt. This version of Toriel had a few surprises compared to the last. Namely, in the thick sack he was soon pinned right up against, getting a faceful of a butterscotchy musk much more intense than before. He was pinned in there, caught between her thighs, feeling them squishing around his head while she rubbed her balls right against his face. Of course he started licking, and the taste was just as good as the aroma, slathering up his taste buds in a rich, refined flavour that made him just want more, until he was hungrily slurping up and down between those titanic, fist-sized nuts, drinking the slight sweat right off of them while a distinctly pitch black dick grew firm against his forehead.

"Hm. Maybe we can keep this off of your permanent record. Maybe," she asserted as she loomed above, her hands occasionally shoving at the bulge in her skirt, keeping his head in place for her to smother and hump.

Eventually her skirt was simply too tight for her cock, the bulge threatening to tear through the fabric as it wetly pumped away. That meant he was free, after a full minute of going totally without air, breathing nothing but the hefty teacher's balls, tasting her over and over. She shoved him back, leaving him reeling and wobbling, almost tumbling over. Before he could, she caught him by the shoulder, and then reclaimed the grip on his hair, bringing him back up to face her. He had hardly noticed it until then, but he was in that moment acutely aware of his own outfit, his pants already tight enough before he set to bulging. Her flavour was potent, and it lingered on his tongue, working through his mind, ensuring he was as turned on as possible. A good look over her figure, all wrapped up in that tight, teacherly outfit certainly kept him firm.

A little lift of her skirt gave him a better look. She was sporting a broad, blunt black cock, already spitting a thin stream of pre that ran down its solid length, adding a sheen to the dark skin. It hardly fit with the rest of her, a primal, lewd addition to the the usual Toriel look, but he knew who he was dealing with. There were no rules anymore, except for what she told him. She didn't have to speak to tell him anything, either. It was as simple as her forceful pushing him around, acting more like a school bully than a respectful teacher. He staggered along until he was leaning right over her desk, left all vulnerable and bent over. He knew there was no sense trying to escape such a position, given what was inevitably coming. Instead, he set to musk-drunkenly admiring the attention to detail given even to the papers strewn on teacher Toriel's desk, with handwritten comments and little doodles of snails decorating the many pages.

She didn't bother fully undressing him. Instead, she got just enough of him exposed, pulling his pants down to his thighs and taking two big generous handfuls of his butt. Her grip was a firm one, showing considerable strength as she squeezed his booty numb, making him gasp out for her. She might as well have smacked him with that ruler when she let her cock thud against his backside, as solid as it was, his knees buckling from the impact. A slow, slick grind up and down his taint and rim had him thoroughly lubricated, soaking in the pre she was painting him with, keeping an intense hold of his hips, locking him in place while she teased him like that.

"This will not make up for your poor grades, but it is a start ..." she murmured, before slapping one spotted asscheek with an open palm.

He whimpered, and only got noisier when she mounted him, leaning over and pinning him beneath her weight, pressing him down to that creaking desk while she pushed against him, stretching him, spreading him, and finally penetrating him with a sudden jerk of her hips. His mewls spilled from right along with his saliva, dribbling down upon the important papers strewn beneath him. She fucked her way inside him, giving him a belly-bulge of monster dick, her girth outlined in his middle as she stuffed him to the brim and left him in a shivering, eye-rolled state. Her heard her claws scraping at the floor while she thumped and pounded at his ass, shaking his whole body, making him feel like she could have easily fucked him through a wall with the sheer amount of caprine force coming down upon his soft cheeks. Soon he was making silly sounds for her with every stroke, tiny little 'eeps' eventually blending into something that made him almost sound like a distressed goat himself. That had to have been her doing, changing the sound of his voice just to tease him, he figured.

She licked him as she fucked him too, drawing that familiar black tongue along the edges of his ears, delicate at first but resorting to more indulgent, slobbery slurps as she picked up the ramming pace. He wasn't sure if that was the wooden desk splintering or his bones, but he was definitely hearing a steady crackling to go with the constant pound of her hips against his backside. Yet for as hard as she was going at him, it felt good, too, hitting him in all the right spots, the kind of rutting that could only be done by someone intimately familiar with his body and all the places he was sensitive. She fucked his button until he was barely able to hold on to himself, gushing all over those pages while she doubled down on her constant, prostate-pounding humping, until he was curling his toes into the well-clawed floor of the mysterious classroom, filling the room with his yowls while his balls pulled up taut to his body, rubbing against her own bigger, bouncing pair as they spanked against his taint.

His whole body recoiled as he threw himself into orgasm, ascending and descending all at once, going right to his peak and blowing his load hard. The desk got hosed down in his cum as he shot his strands, no less horny from his previous release, creaming out a great big hot mess that stuck to the many pages. They were translucent with the musky mess, the cat's expression slipping into a dumbly blissful one as Toriel prolonged his pleasure with a harsh tug of his tail. That got him flexing in all the right places, milking him of everything he had, punctuating that perfect cumshot with a hard spank of his thick ass. Then it was her turn, and she rammed down balls-deep, stuffing her sack up taut against his rim so he could feel it clenching and pumping out the gut-stretching load that followed.

He heard it splatter within him, an intensely creamy squelch accompanying the rush of heat and fullness that came with having Toriel cum inside of him. His belly pressed down to the desk, expanding with the load he soon held, filling taut and sloshing loudly as she pumped him full of seed. He was panting the whole time, drooling plenty, feeling her tongue playing over his neck before she simply bit deep into his scruff, digging in her fangs hard enough to make him yelp. Her weight remained on top of him the whole time, making it hard to breathe, hardly giving his belly any room to stretch. Eventually he was overflowing, cum trickling then gushing down his taint, soaking and dripping from his balls, only further adding to the musky mess that wafted all around them, soaking into both their outfits, clinging to their skin beneath.

Despite the size of her orgasm, Toriel simply gave a dismissive 'hm' as she straightened up, snorting air through her nostrils as she finally let him breathe. She loomed above him, still buried balls-deep in his tight ass for a while, letting the very last of her cream ooze into his backside. He didn't bother trying to rise. Something told him she wasn't done with him, and by the time she pulled free from his stretched, sealing hole with a sloppy splat, she proved him right in a mere few words.

"Satisfying, but do not think this excuses you. I think you need something more serious than detention. Something more permanent."

She didn't give him any further warning. Her jaws were upon him as soon as she finished her sentence. He felt her fangs scraping along his features, framing his vision but doing him no harm. Then all was black as he found himself tilting backwards into her gullet, her tongue working along the nape of his neck to taste him along the way. Soon his sodden hair was sticking to his face, all soaked in her hot drool, the sound of swallowing schlicking all around his ears as she stuffed his face into her neck. She'd eaten him already, but this was different. Where before she treated him like a delicate dessert, something to be savoured, now he was nothing more than meat to her, a meal to satisfy her hunger. He could already hear her belly glorping below, beckoning him with acidic anticipation.

Her jaws worked to gnaw him as he descended, plucking him right off her feet without even needing to grab at his partly-clothed body. Such was her haste, she didn't bother undressing him, stuffing him inside, outfit and all, sucking it down with the rest so that her spit stuck closely to his skin, soaking through the fabric. His legs kicked up high in the air as she whipped him upwards, cracking his back in the process, flinging monster drool towards the ceiling as she sucked him down. His creampied ass gushed cum when she squeezed on his belly with her gullet, soon that was gone as well, his rump bulging in her neckfur before descending, leaving just his legs to slurp away with a messy schlurp. His tail wiggled and twitched between her fangs, and just to make sure he kept squirming for her, she gave it it a hard bite before sealing him away, stuffing him down into her slimy gut so forcefully he bounced up and down several times, jostling that pudgy middle with a juicy sloshing sound.

He heard her belching, thumping at her belly as she kept him contained. This time, she wasn't nearly so gentle. The airless chamber was far from relaxing, tingling at him from all sides as the walls squeezed in with a sickly crunch. He didn't feel pain exactly, but he could tell that things were dire, drawing shallow breath as he got his body scrunched up into a ball, his clothes already melting from him in slimy tatters as Toriel's stomach acid ate right through them, leaving him exposed. The juices were running right up towards the top of the chamber, leaving him poking his muzzle upwards just to keep from drowning, and the air was only getting hotter, wetter, and thinner when she explosively belched once more.

"Mmm. Not bad, Mister Morahan. But not enough to pass my class. Looks like I will be taking you home with me tonight, and keeping you around. Perhaps you should have thought of this before misbehaving?"

There was nothing to reply with, nothing to do but to digest deep in Toriel's stomach, caught up by her casually predatory whims. He was just some cat in a world of monsters, after all. It was only natural that he'd end up in the someone's stomach eventually. The acids overtook his face, dunking him fully beneath the surface, and from then, it was only a matter of time. He felt her hands kneading at him, pressing firmly through the fat she was already wearing thanks to her first meal. She was only going to get thicker. He tingled, he twitched, sinking to the bottom as his energy failed and his consciousness began to wane. As the tingle turned to sharper burning, he faded entirely, overtaken by a darkness more profound and impenetrable than those usual final moments. Something about being digested this time felt different, but there wasn't enough left inside him to consider it before he stopped twitching there beneath Toriel's pudge, adding to her body and padding out her curves all over again.

***

There was nothing there. He floated in the endless void, and for a moment, he thought she'd really done it. There were no more safeguards, and she'd truly ended him this time, sending him into whatever sort of afterlife this was. He thought it would be more lively. The darkness had a sound of its own, an oppressive droning he could feel as much as hear. It was enough to leave him wallowing in a rising sense of despair, left so alone, abandoned, frightened in the great emptiness. Not a minute in the void, and he was already crying out for anyone who might possibly have heard him, left only with the sound of his own echoing voice. In the distance, he thought he might have seen a crackle of something like lightning, but the thunder never came.

Then there was a shadow. He saw its silhouette forming before him, somehow darker than nothingness itself. A dozen writhing tendrils extended from a single central figure, the shape of her broader than ever. He saw the glow of her eyes first, a furious red, painting the void around them with a hellish view. Long, black tentacles writhed and dripped, audibly slick even while idle. Her figure was bare, but for the new markings in black, looking like the symbols of a demonic ritual. She'd given her dick a makeover, making it bigger, thicker, its truly ridiculous size like one of Mahiri's entire legs. She'd decorated it too, adding an assortment of silver studs so that it gleamed even in the limited light. Her horns were long and curved, forming twisted patterns elaborate enough to make any goat jealous. And her teeth - she was sporting a full mouth of sharp fangs, interlocked in a truly sinister grin as she stunned him with her wicked stare.

She was even softer now. Her curves had been motherly to begin, but they were even wider, softer, fatter. She was sporting tits the size of her own head, her thighs were truly titanic, and her ass was wide and plump enough he could get a decent enough look at it even from the front. Her whole body jiggled with the shuddering laughter working its way up from deep inside of her, finally erupting forth in a truly impressive display of maniacal cackling that could fairly be described as cataclysmic. Her fangs flashed just as brightly as her eyes as she near to deafened him with that void-shaking YAHAHAHA, spanning on and on until he felt like he was going to lose his mind if it lasted any longer.

Despite the fearsome look, he couldn't help but smile slightly. He was even so bold as to murmur a little protest.

"Shirazi, I'm pretty sure this isn't can- HURK"

She cut him off so suddenly he didn't finish his last word, opting instead for a sudden choking noise. Her tentacles moved faster than he could even perceive, snatching him from the spot, yanking him into the air was a wet crackle like a bolt of lubricated lightning. Then he was in her face, flinching as she gnashed her fangs directly in front of his muzzle, letting spit fling all over his face as she drooled excessively for him. Her maw was like a torture device, her teeth like spikes, her tongue lashing in between them like an agitated serpent. Her voice rattled in his skull.

"THERE IS NO SHIRAZI. ONLY TORIEL, GODDESS OF HYPERDEATH."

He couldn't argue with that. All he knew was his helpless state, naked and bound in her gripping tentacles, feeling them stroking over his body, each one of them throbbing to their own rhythmic heartbeats. They weren't synced with one another, creating the feeling of each being its own separate entity. She stretched him out in a full X, pulling his limbs to their limits, making him whimper slightly as she tested just how flexible a feline really was. He could bent in all sorts of ways, but he wasn't made of elastic. She was going to break him if she kept handling him like that. At least she wasn't shouting anymore, though her voice was still booming, her words less spoken and more spat at him by that lashing tongue.

"There's no saving you now. I'm going to erase you. You, and every other you, in every timeline. This is where all your paths end."

She didn't give him a chance to reply, instead plunging one of those slick appendages directly down her throat in one hard shove. It slipped right past his lips, slopped along his tongue, and forced its way down his gullet, silencing anything he might have tried to say. All he could do was gulp and slightly choking, taking in an otherworldly slimy taste. There was still a hint of butterscotch and cinnamon to it, but he could hardly notice it over the rest. All the void was filled with her warmth and her musk, and her cackling echoed in his face again as she fucked his muzzle with that slimy thing, wriggling all the way down to his belly to spurt her juices directly inside of him.

It sounded like a whole audience was laughing at him, a maddening cacophony shrieking and snarling their hysterics from the darkness, but maybe it was only her. He felt as if he could see inside her mind in those moments, glimpses of fire and destruction forcing their way into his thoughts. For the faintest moments, he thought he saw something more in there, catching the slightest look at something shadowed, something he couldn't properly perceived, but that was enough to shake him. Despite the warmth around him, he felt himself go suddenly cold, frozen and stiffened all over, his muscles unresponsive, his thoughts stuck as if glued in place. The only way to rouse him from his horror was to slurp at his cock, stealing it from his sheath as a slick tentacle enveloped his shaft and balls alike, trapping him in its intensely suckling grip that left him yowling.

She made sure to pay plenty of attention to his barbs, squeezing hard around those little nubs, putting the absolute most schlorping pressure she possibly could into pleasuring him more than he could even take. Her eyes remained locked on his, never blinking, turning his own green glimmer into a pool of red as he reflected her demonic glow. Or was it godly now? He hardly knew, knowing only the moment, and that intense, wet, mind-breaking experience as she fucked his throat and sucked his cock all at once, hovering there in front of him, keeping him helpless and exposed to her wicked whims. His body twitched, it wriggled, but none of it was under his control. She rushed him to a forced orgasm that simply made him want to scream, but the best he could do was give a deep, splashing glurk as he choked on her face-fucking tentacle.

His cum ran thick into that partly translucent thing sucking on him, vanishing up into her body, leaving her pulsing, throbbing away. Her own balls clenched hard, shooting out a thick stream of pre that painted his chest and belly. Every rope of cum he gave her, ruthlessly sucked from his own overworked sack until he was blending one orgasm into the next, made her sack a little fatter, sagging her nuts right down. He could hear the slosh even over all the other noise, every throb of her dick one that passed through her tentacles, making them tense and flex inside of him, spurting just a little more into his belly while she drained him. He was growing numb, even a little sore, shooting all his cum for her, over and over, until his body was still orgasming but his balls were completely, utterly dry, left clenching until he was flinching.

Only then did she release him, letting his overstimulated cock flop down, unable to even stay hard any longer, given more orgasms than he usually had in a whole week. He'd lost count. All he could do was gasp and desperately pant as she slopped the tentacle from his throat, leaving him drooling thick gobs of slime, soaking his fur in that wetly musky scent. His fingers curled into his palms, his toes wiggled, but that was the extent of his movement. He couldn't do anything about it as she bent him over, keeping him suspended there over what looked like an endless drop, pointing his muzzle right towards her balls, her sack fattened on all that stolen cum. Or however it worked. He wasn't thinking much about the logistics of demonic biology when he got a faceful of her nuts, his muzzle completely overtaken by those sweaty orbs, leaving him muffled and smothered in between while she humped those sloshing tanks against his swiftly sweat-soaked features.

She thrust her hips in his face as steadily as if she were fucking him, smacking him with those swollen balls of hers, getting a steady thud going, barely giving him a chance to gasp between each thud. He could only faintly struggle, mewling weakly, his body slumping and fading as she knocked him senseless with her nuts. Two smaller tentacles crawled all over his body, swishing back and forth like especially ostentatious snakes, finally finding their target after sliming their way all over him. They pushed up against his lips, drawing his muzzle open and holding tight, ensuring he could do nothing but gape for her as she took hold of his hair, burying her digits deeply in his locks until her claws pressed firmly to his skull, scraping into his scalp.

What followed could hardly be called fucking so much as it was a loud, sloppy, throat-stuffing, jaw-stretching assault on his muzzle as she claimed his mouth for her own with a cock that shouldn't have even fit there, impaling him with it while those many jingling studs went gliding along his scratchy tongue. A tentacle found its way beneath his tail, moving in such unnatural ways, faster than it should have been possible before grinding, pushing, and wiggling its way right into his rear. She shoved her dick down his throat until she was almost fucking his belly, and once that massaging appendage between his cheeks made its way far enough, she was all but meeting herself in the middle. Her thrusts sandwiched him in half, bending him like an accordion, leaving him choking on her demonic godly dick as it stretched his throatfur and slowly suffocated him, his nose buried in a thick tuft of black fur just above the base of her studded dick, sucking down nothing but her richly sinful musk, laced with potent pheromones to keep the harshness of the moment from getting to him.

She did the laugh again when she came in him, her balls giving a massive twitch, rapidly pumping and convulsing as she milked out all the cum she'd stored there. The tentacle bulged too, a great round shape like a knot working its way up its length, shoving inside of him before finally blasting from the tip. She hosed him down directly, filling his stomach until it fell swaying beneath him. The amount of cum inside of him was truly obscene, stretching him, expanding him, rounding him out until he more resembled a balloon than a leopard. He felt his muscles straining, felt his skin going uncomfortably taut, and yet she was still fucking him, thrusting and slamming, fucking her cum right down his throat even while he came close to overloading.

Plenty of it was flowing up and out of him, pouring down his lower lip and chin, oozing towards the distant ground. He never heard it land. All he knew was the rising whimper in his throat, one becoming a startled cry as the strain of filling him eventually proved too much. He was bursting, breaking, coming apart at the seams as she stuffed him until he popped, creating a terrible eruption that he could hear more than feel. His body was tearing open, suffering a terrible end, but she held him just in place for that moment. Time as he knew froze all around them, letting that final second, that last gasp before he exploded with her body-breaking load of godly cum, trapping him just before he ruptured, letting him lock into that terrible half-second of anticipation. His terrible fate never actually came, his body working in reverse, cum even leaping right back up her cock as she rolled it all back, his vision fading to a blinding white.

In a flash, he was right back where he started, alone and in the void without her, sprawled out on the featureless floor. This time, she snuck up on him. Hovering in silence, she had him in the embrace of her tentacles before he even sensed her. Dragging him into the air, she pulled him up against her body, pressing her enormous bosom to the back of his head. Then he was a little higher, her belly rubbing along his spine as she manipulated him, breathing richly against his cheek before she simply sank her fangs into his shoulder, hard enough to draw a little blood. He whimpered, and she giggled, the evil sound echoing through the expanse of darkness.

"Delicious little fool. I could tear you to a thousand pieces, only to bring you back and do it all over. Again, and again. There would be nothing you could do about it. Would you eventually give up? Or would you struggle every time, no matter how many times you lose?"

Her tongue ran along his throat and shoulder, licking at the small wound she'd made.

"I could end you over and over, until you lose your mind entirely. But perhaps it would be even more fun to simply end you right here and now ..."

She wrenched him out of her own arms, placing him instead behind her, abruptly shoving him against her back as the big spoon in their aerial embrace.

"Why wait for the best part? I wouldn't want to get bored with you. I will give you the happy ending you deserve."

She got a grip upon him, her many appendages doing all the work as before, bending him over once again. This time he was pointed right at the pillows of her backside, and she didn't spare a second of anticipation. He felt a dozen separate tentacles shoving at him all at once, forcing him forward, muffling his voice between her fattened cheeks. She was so much thicker than when she first sat upon him. She was softer, heavier, padded with his own digested body thanks to the two meals she'd already made of him. Sweat was running down those cheeks, soaking into his face, ensuring he was never without her godly musk, his lungs heaving as he took in that rich spice. Some part of him was even aroused by it, filling up to full hardness once again as his muzzle got smothered to her rim, the pressure swiftly spreading her out, starting to let him breach past the initial resistance, getting forced up into her ass. It was one thing to get eaten by his fictional crush, but this was something even more forbidden.

The heat was overwhelming. He could tell she was enjoying having him there, too, judging by the clenching, making it difficult for her to even make any progress on consuming him. Her body rattled with her excitement, occasional manifesting in sudden, sharp laughter that ended as soon as it started. The rest was simply the sound of her moaning, pouring her energy into sounding as lewd as possible. The sound was soon muffled as he got his face all caught up in her backside, slowly worked between her cheeks until she was clamping down on his jaw. A little more, and she had him by the throat, sealing his head entirely in her cat-thickened backside, gnashing her teeth in demonic bliss as she started the process of humiliating him. Her hot and musky confines were only growing hotter as arousal grew and grew, the throbs of her cock passing to him, running down his spine as she forcefully mashed his shoulders inside of her.

He felt his body simply being rearranged by the pressure, the squeezing moving his joints around, perhaps partly crushing him, though she wasn't doing any serious damage yet. He was getting all curled up, caught up in her intestines, still bulging her belly as before but in a lower position than usual. She rubbed at him, clutching him greedily, even lightly pinching at his face as best she could through all the fat. An especially hard flex took over his belly, dragging his cock and balls inside of her as well. It wasn't like he was soft the whole time, and the grinding drag of his shaft along her insides ensured he was twitching plenty for her even as the heat made it tempting to simply pass out. He wasn't giving much resistance anymore, faintly squirming, submitting to the humiliation as she dragged him inside with those pleasured clenches alone. An extended grunt, and she sealed him away, leaving his curling toes to tickle at her asshole a little longer, his tailtip tucked between his feet before it was schlurped away with the rest, sealed entirely behind her pucker, consumed by the hypergod. Or whatever she was, at that point.

"That's it, cat. It's the end." She gave him a hard squeeze, making his impossibly tight prison even tighter. "I can feel you wriggling. And now I will devour you and your SOUL alike! There is no saving you now. Your friends won't find you here. Soon, they won't even remember your name."

Despite the situation, part of him wanted to giggle at just how heavy she was laying it on. He didn't want to ruin the illusion for her though. Instead, he made himself the best victim he could, kicking and squirming and struggling despite his helpless situation. The most he accomplished was making that gut-bulge wiggle and bounce a little, his resistance soon suppressed by a few firm squeezes on her part. The gurgling was tremendous, her flesh itself constricting him from all sides, mashing him down, destroying him little by little. She wasn't digesting him exactly so much as directly absorbing him, turning him into her pudge on the spot. Every powerful churn made her a little thicker, the conversion instant, the leopard a little less himself with every moment he spent stuffed up her god-Toriel's fat ass.

When she spoke again, it wasn't in that booming, godly voice. There was something more quietly intimate about it, something more familiar. She wasn't speaking as Toriel, but instead as Shirazi herself, leaning close to her belly-bulge of leopard to make sure he heard every single syllables.

"Goodbye, Mahiri. You always knew it'd end this way."

Something about the way she said it broke him from the moment, filling him with real horror for those final seconds before she finished him off entirely. A crunch of skull and she was processing what remained of him into monster fat. He expected the void to take him again, but his consciousness never quite faded. Instead, he was left thinking but formless for a while, feeling nothing until sensation started to flood back into his mind. It wasn't his own senses, but hers. He could feel her fingers squeezing, kneading deeply into the doughy cushion of her ass, firmly groping the added fat she'd turned him into. He could hear her cackling, too. That was the familiar hyena giggle he knew well, though without any way of seeing her he didn't know if that meant she had shifted back to her usual self or not.

All he knew was he was her ass, jiggling with her every step as she came back down to the ground, ceasing her hovering to take a slow stroll somewhere. He couldn't tell, he could only feel. Which meant he could feel it when she sat that heavy ass of hers down on something cold, shocking him with the contrast. He couldn't do a single thing about it, only enduring every single sensation, every single touch as he felt her muscles clenching, flexing, pushing. Oh. Well, he was just going to have to linger there on her assfat as she sat there, squeezing out the massive load of shit she'd processed him into, filling up the bowl below with bone-strewn remains while he was left helplessly experiencing every single sensation he did, knowing that the mess of waste she was ridding herself of used to him.

"Still there? Say something if you are. Or just think it, that might work." Her voice was largely herself again, though he caught a bit of the Toriel gentleness in her words. Mixed in with her usual tone, it sounded almost like she was taunting him with it.

He was scrambled at first, but with enough experimenting, thinking conversationally just seemed to make sense. It was like flexing a muscle he never knew he had.

"I can't tell if you're the worst or the best. I actually thought you were really going to do it for a second. And of course I had a lot of fun."

She made no apologies. Instead, hearing that made her richly cackle, rocking with unhinged hysterics right there on the toilet as she flushed away the first dozen pounds or so of processed cat. She wasn't done yet, still flexing, still shitting him out in massive chunks, each one splashing heavy to the water below before being followed by another. He felt every single detail, heard every crackle of each piece, felt her muscles working around the filthy load. Even the slight tingle of pleasure that came from pushing him out was something she shared with him. He would have been blushing if he was anything more than sentient fat.

When she cleansed and flushed, she popped right into the shower, paying special attention to feeling him up as she washed her fattened self. She was thick all the time, but he could tell just how much heavier he'd made her. Her ass barely fit in the shower stall, squishing up against the wall as she leaned back and groped her belly, her thighs, her tits, moaning out loud all the while. He tried to do so himself, but he wasn't quite sure how to think a sound like that. She'd made him a slave to her body, fit only to feel pleasure and teasing, her captive for as long as she wanted, if not forever. But she probably wouldn't do that, he thought. A little too loudly, apparently.

"Who SAYS I won't?" she snapped in a playfully unhinged tone.

"You're a tease, Shirazi. I really had fun though." He tried to purr. It wasn't working, but she gave a soothed-sounding 'mmm' anyway, so maybe he was sending positive energy her way or something. He really didn't know how any of this worked. "You got her so perfect. Well, at first anyway. And I could tell you were having fun."

"You're a delight to ruin. As ever. Don't worry. I'll only keep you for as long as we're both enjoying it." She snickered sharply, sounding almost like a sudden scream. "Of course, someone like you ... that could be a while, couldn't it?"

He hesitated. " ... Maybe."

She patted her belly, and gave her butt one more hard squeeze before actually turning her attention to washing up.

"Happy birthday, assfat. You belong to Torazi now. And of course I'm going to tell everyone who wonders what happened. It'd be unfair to let them worry, wouldn't it?"

He just mentally chuckled, falling silent, basking in the feeling of the warm water cascading over her plump body, and her strong, scrubbing hands. Being part of her was going to be like a little vacation. And he could only wonder what sort of surprises she had in store for him, given how good she was at this whole cosplay shapeshifting thing. He never could hide any of his secret turnons from her, after all. She was probably already plotting something sinful while she showered.