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Since the collapse of the barrier, Aero was heralded as a savior to monsterkind. It took a lot of convincing to the general public that they weren't a threat to mortals, but slowly and surely folks started warming up to them, seeing as some were just anthros like the rest of them.

The friends the skorgi made in his journey in the Underground settled into the little town at the base of Mt. Ebbot. Toriel had fulfilled her dream of becoming a school teacher, Papyrus and Sans worked at the newly established Grillby's restaurant, although more often than not the shorter of the brothers was snoozing away behind the bar. Alphys and Undyne moved in together, both working at the latter's new gym and Mettaton went on to become the famous popstar he was in the Underground.

Everyone was living their dream.

Well, Aero liked to think that. As he dragged his hand over the white, picket fence he came across a small house. The grass was a lush green and flowerbeds that sprang forth buttercups beneath the windows.

Aero opened the gate and shut it behind him when his ears perked up, catching the sounds of humming that seemed to come from the backyard. The skorgi went to investigate when he saw a large form kneeling in the dirt.

Dressed in a pink floral shirt and a wide brim hat, Asgore wiped the sweat from his forehead, the tune he was humming still carrying a melody as he reached over to plant a small plant into the ground.

Aero smiled, he always heard that song. From their first encounter, he heard it upon entering the castle.

"There, that outta do it," Asgore said as he straightened up and admired the newly planted shrubs and vegetable starters.

"Looks great, Asgore," Aero said.

The large goat monster looked over his shoulder and a big smile spread across his features, "Aero! How are ya Young One?!" He stood up and dusted himself off before spreading his arms.

The hybrid practically jumped into Asgore's arms and was lifted off his feet into a big bear hug. His hugs were always warm and inviting, and despite his strength, they were so gentle too.

"I'm doing very well, Asgore," Aero said as he was set down.

"Could I interest you in a glass of lemonade? Or maybe even some tea?" The king's fluffy nub of a tail wiggled quickly in excitement.

"Sounds good to me!" Aero squeaked.

"Alright, just wait here a moment." Asgore peeled the gloves from his hands and disappeared inside.

He peeked through the blinds to see Aero sitting at the picnic bench before he started scrolling through his phone. A sad smile crossed his features as he turned to witness the mess that was his kitchen. Pots and pans littered the stove, full of old food, pizza boxes and old takeout containers pervaded his countertops, and he grimaced when he looked at the sink; chock full of dishes and utensils.

Asgore wrinkled his nose at the odor that seemed to permeate the room. "I gotta clean this up," he grumbled.

He grabbed the kettle that seemed to be the only clean dish he had in his home, and filled it with water. While it boiled, the former king's mind started to wander.

Since he came to the surface, he made peace with the mortals that lived above, signed a treaty, as well as made several strides for his people to be integrated into society. Everyone went off to do their own thing, leaving Asgore to just... be.

The whistling of the kettle snapped him from his thoughts and he poured the scalding water into two cups before bringing them out to the backyard.

"Here we are! Camomile tea for the young, Aero!" Asgore said.

The skorgi's tail wagged as the cup was set in front of him. "Oh! I brought you some pastries from the cafe!" he pushed the white box toward the goat.

Asgore's eyes went wide, "R-really? Here let me-" he reached for his wallet to pay for it. But when offered the cash Aero held up his hand and shook his head.

"It's a gift, Asgore. Ya don't gotta pay for it." Aero said with a chuckle.

Tear bit at the corners of the burly monster's eyes. This sweet young man that had freed him from the grief, that saved an entire race of people that weren't his own, was giving him gifts. Asgore removed his glasses to wipe his eyes before letting out a small laugh.

"You sure know how to make this old man feel happy, Aero."

"It's part of my job," Aero said.

The two spent the rest of the afternoon just talking, about Aero's schooling, his cafe, even filling him in about what the others were doing. To Aero, it was just making his friend feel welcome to his conversation, but to Asgore, it meant forgetting his troubles and focusing on him.

"... and so I tell Sans to clean up, and next thing I know, he's mopping the ceiling!"

Asgore let out a roaring laugh, one that shook his belly. "He did in fact 'clean up', Aero!"

"He's my height, how'd he even reach that high!?" Aero exclaimed.

The vibrating of Aero's phone on the table interrupted the moment. The skorgi picked it up and looked up at the orange and lilac-streaked sky. He unlocked it and a smile broke across his face, "It's karaoke night if you wanna stop by."

Asgore shook his head, "You go and have fun, I don't want to intrude."

With a nod, Aero stood up from the table and started making his way to the gate. Asgore waved at the younger man, keeping his eyes on him until he was out of sight.

Opening the box, his breath caught in his throat. It was packed to the brim with food, cakes, cookies, sandwiches, jerky, a many other snacks he'd seen inside the Harmony House Cafè. A note was stapled to the lid of the box, "Hope this keeps you set for a while, I know how big your appetite can be. Love Aero." Asgore read aloud.

Sighing, he took the box inside, carrying it through his cluttered home until he found himself in bed, the emptiness in his stomach more apparent than he thought. 'I gotta quit doing this,'

Since coming to the surface, food had never tasted so good before. He knew there were "side-effects" as Monsters adjusted to life here, the most common was appetite and some more... carnal urges.

Popping the lid of the box again, his hand hovered around for his snack of choice. His other hand idly petted over the bulge forming in his jeans as he grabbed a scone, blueberry, and white chocolate, his favorite. "Fuck..." Asgore panted

He tore into the thin, cellophane wrapper with his teeth and moaned softly after the first bite. The buttery, smooth, sweet taste dancing along his tongue made his dick throb further in his trousers. It didn't help that he started getting hot, the clothing he was in practically stifling any sense of comfort. Shoving the rest of the pastry in his mouth, Asgore wiggled out of his underwear and sat up briefly to free himself from his shirt.

He ran his hands over the soft, jiggly expanse of flesh that was his gut. He was always a larger set fella, but never really seemed to admire his girth until he was back on the surface. Covered in his silky white fur as well as a happy trail of gold hair running down and disappearing into his briefs.

And Aero never seemed to let him forget how chunky he was either.

Whether it be a playful poke here, or a grope there, or snagging the monster an extra snack, the skorgi always made him feel large, and he loved that. He grabbed another scone and shoved it in his mouth as he continued to rub himself.

He continued to think about Aero, how the first night they spent on the surface they had a large feast in his home, he, Toriel, Undyne, and Papyrus were cooking up a storm in the kitchen. When he practically inhaled his food, he remembered the scolding from Toriel he received.

"Good heavens, Asgore! Show some manners, you aren't an animal!"

His cock surged in his briefs and send a dribble of pre-cum forth.

Digging around the box again, he removed the package of chocolate chip cookies, three of them, and into his mouth they went. Asgore's hand slipped under his underwear and he started stroking himself.

He let out a soft moan in-between chewing as Toriel's words rang in his ears. Table manners were something he always struggled with, especially after she left. He'd spent many nights just gorging himself on foods he'd have Alphys deliver from Grillby's and this was no different.

Asgore pulled down his briefs and hitched them beneath his pendulous nuts, the heavy scent of his musk hitting him within seconds. His cock pulsed in need as he continued to arouse himself about the continuous thoughts of his weight.

For all his thoughts, there seemed to be a common thread; Aero. His feelings to the young hybrid were well masked, taking on a more paternal role like Toriel, but... he wanted something more.

"A-aero..." panted the king, helplessly bucking into his fondling hand.

Pre-cum oozed forth and he took his finger and swiped it along his piss slit. He pulled it back, admiring the clear strand in the evening light before it broke away. Asogore shoved the sticky digit into his mouth and whined softly at the taste.

Once more his hand returned to the box, this time for the sandwiches, piled high with ham, turkey, roast beef, and an assortment of veggies. Aero always had a knack for sandwiches, another of the goat's culinary vices. Careful not to ruin the food, Asgore quickly unraveled the cellophane wrapping and ate ravenously.

Asgore squeezed his eyes shut, the sounds of his heavy breathing, chewing, and lewd squelching of his slickened man meat bouncing off the walls. He continued this until he found himself grabbing the last snack left in the box; a single slice of honey and butterscotch pie.

He imagined the skorgi sitting beside him, idly rubbing his full belly, grabbing handfuls of his fat gut, and jiggling it around despite his pained groans from being so full.

"S-such a pig," Asgore grunted, his stroking picking up speed.

Did Aero know how he felt? Was the skorgi attracted to his size? Was the box just to get him to do this? To act as a sex-driven hog in his spare downtime. These thoughts continued to race in his head, slowly materializing into situations that concerned the young man.

Being strapped down and force-fed, his cock being milked while guzzling down melted ice cream, he wanted all of it.

He roared as his sack pulled against his body and the first few streaks of his cum nearly caught him in the eye. Ropes of his thick, seed squirting up to his chest and stomach. Each surge forced a whimper from Asgore's throat as with each throb of his spurting dick, he trembled.

The stocky goat sucked in a breath as he looked at the mess he made of himself. His cock was still throbbing, but lessening in hardness while semen dribbled forth.

He took a gander at the box and felt himself go red in the face. It was empty. He devoured at least of week's worth of food in a matter of minutes in a lust-fueled gorge session... and he loved every minute of it.

With the image of Aero snuggled beside him, covered in the sticky mess he'd made permanently burned into his mind, he knew he had to just ask, see if these feelings were real.

And if they were... he just hoped they wouldn't turn him away.