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In the late afternoon, Toriel sat at her red oak desk. The sun outside still provided light aplenty, lighting up her quaint classroom of wooden desks. An open window let in fresh air and beautiful bird songs.

Toriel burped, "Ghurp."

Her bare, fuzzy feet rested flat on the ground, while her chubby calves felt breezy in her mulberry skirt. Her sitting thighs spread their pudge wide over her seat, filling out her garment. Two bubbles of flab composed her rump and cushioned her in the hard chair. A short, pearly tuft of a tail poked out over her waistband.

"Mrrhp."

Toriel's white blouse buttoned over her potbelly. Her lower gut plopped a thick roll over a small fraction of her lap, while her upper stomach squashed over it in another roll. She wore a lavender cardigan that clung to her rounded biceps. Her breasts hung over her stomach and pushed her blouse out in two fleshy orbs, and as she leaned forward, they draped onto the desk.

"Hic! BhwoURP!"

Two chubby cheeks softened her face, and a gracious double chin padded her jaw. Her reading glasses sat at the tip of her nose, and she stared through them at a paper on her desk. She held a red pen in her hand for marking up her students' work.

Her lips burst open, followed by a blast of hot air. "BlaaAARP!" She covered her mouth abashedly. She said meekly, "Excuse mURRP..." Her cheeks blew outward for her next expulsion, "Bhworp!"

She marked her student's grade at the top of the paper. It was time to go home.

On her desk, she still had a half-finished 20 ounce bottle of Diet Joke. She didn't want to take it home. It would be flat by the next day. She didn't want to let it go to waste, either. She only had one option.

She held the bottle by its neck and sealed her lips over its opening. She lifted it.

Brown, fizzy cola streamed down along her tongue and flowed through her gullet. The sweetened liquid glugged out of the bottle, and her throat chugged it. Its saccharine chill popped refreshingly in her maw.

She drained the bottle and placed it back on her desk with a satisfied sigh, "ahhh." A forepaw rubbed her stomach, which burbled with tasty soda. Soon, a burp came up and departed in a brief gust, "hrff."

She pushed back from the desk. She stood, and suddenly, gas filled her esophagus, "BRAAAP! Oh my goOORP! HUURP! ...Borp!"

She giggled.

* * * * *

Early in the morning, Toriel strolled along the concrete walkway towards school.

The sun, low in the sky, cast long shadows. Its young light yellowed the green grass of the school's lawn.

It also lit Toriel's hindpaws, padding along. They bore a little more weight these days. Her walking calves jiggled. Her chunky thighs scraped each other, unable to part during her stride. Two hips curved wide, and their ponderous gait swished her daffodil skirt. Her lower belly pushed a pawful of belly fat into her upper skirt. Her orange shirt clung to her broad, heavy breasts, bobbing as she walked. Her top tucked into her skirt and obscured her upper stomach. On her sides, her biceps wagged their flab. A canvas bag with the day's teaching materials hung from her shoulder.

Asgore knelt on the walkway, tending to bushes with hedge trimmers. He kept them straight and clean. The goatman bore a husky frame, with thick legs and fluffy buns. His stocky gut pushed his overalls out, while handsome moobs bulged in his red flannel. His white muzzle was trimmed and neat.

Asgore turned to Toriel, catching her gaze.

She muttered under her breath, "Fiddlesticks."

Asgore smiled a simple and goofy smile. "Hi Tori... el."

Toriel put on her dryest tone and said, "Hello, Asgore." But she knew her ex would do anything he could to drag on the conversation. She wanted a way to slough his interest.

It hit her--her tote bag held her Diet Joke for lunch that day. Maybe that could turn Asgore off. Quickly, she reached in her bag, pulled out the bottle, and unscrewed its cap.

Asgore put down his hedge trimmers. "Are you going to the dance this Friday?"

Toriel drained the soda down her throat in rapid, massive gulps. She grunted and gulped with effort, "Mmf--GRUNK--mmf--GRUNK." The soda splashed into her gut and thunked against her waistband. When the cola was gone, she put the bottle back while catching her breath.

Finally, she said, "As a chaperone, yes."

Asgore clasped his hands. "That's so sweet of you! Giving up your Friday night like that. Do they need any more help?"

Already, her middle burbled. "Nuurp--no, Asgoorp--Asgore."

Asgore's smile widened, and a blush spread under the fur of his cheeks. "Okay. Well, figured I'd ask anyway. How was class yesterday?"

Toriel said, "Class-- huwORP-- was-- brap--BORP--ghurp-- fine." She held her breath a moment, then burst an explosive belch, "GhwoORHPT!"

Asgore breathed deep, pushing his chest against his overall straps. His big, floppy ears perked to attention. "That's good. Are the kids getting--"

Toriel's tummy squelched and spouted more gas, "GRAWWP!"

Asgore tried again, "Are they--"

Toriel belched serially, "Burp, gurp, hurp! Oh, I'm sorry Asgore, buURRP!--but I can't quite heaOORP!--hear you. I've got to goURP." She quick-walked into the school building, juggling her rotund rump.

* * * * *

Toriel sat in a booth of the Pa-Pie-Rus Pizzeria. A red-and-white checkered cloth covered the table, while harsh lights beat overhead.

Her chubby feet tapped the floor with waning patience. Her plump calves brushed her orange lounge pants, while her tubby thighs splayed wide over the faux leather seat. They smooshed together and provided a broad lap to accommodate her healthy belly. Her lower gut laid heavy and doughy, plopping thick and wide over her thighs, nearly approaching her knees. Her upper belly stacked on top of it with an ample roll that stopped an inch short of the tabletop before her. Her breasts, meanwhile, tugged down her black crop top and sat heavy on the tabletop in two white, furry mounds of flesh that peaked as high as her collar bone. Her breasts oozed out of the sides of her shirt, as well. Her blubbery biceps and cushy forearms hugged her breasts, resting on the table as she waited. A drooping chin and bubbly cheeks padded her snout.

Finally, outside, Alphys trundled up to the glass front door. Distressed jeans covered her tree trunk legs and bit into rolls of fat at her hips. Her leaned-forward posture pushed her corpulent butt behind her and draped her stratified belly rolls over her thighs. Her lowest belly roll, lined with buttery yellow scales, dipped out of her white Mew Mew t-shirt. Her teardrop breasts were half the size of her titanic biceps, which strained her short sleeves and pursed over her elbows. Her chin bloated over her entire neck, and her glasses perched on baseball-sized cheeks. Her turtle snout trembled.

She pulled open the door and stepped inside, but her hips caught on the doorframe. The fat lining her haunches sealed her tight on both sides. She gripped the sides of the doorframe in her forepaws and wiggled her hips. Slowly, she massaged their lard through, and she popped out the other wide with a few stumbling stomps.

She lumbered up to Toriel's table, panting. "Hey, (huff), sorry I'm, (puff), late."

Toriel stifled her frustration at Alphys' tardiness. "Think nothing of it. Why don't you take a seat?"

Alphys looked at the booth and gulped. She scooched onto the seat opposite Toriel. The leather scrunched and squeaked under her hefty backside, and her obese stomach shoved the table out from her and into Toriel's soft tummy.

Toriel shifted in her seat, now sealed between the table and the backrest. "So, go ahead and tell me why you wanted to meet up."

Alphys' face turned beet red. "This is... a little silly... but Undyne really likes, um, burps."

"Oh! Is that a problem?"

Alphys' eyes whizzed around the room, looking at anything but Toriel. "Not really. I mean, I try to burp for her, and she's polite about it. But I can tell they're not the kind of burps she likes. So, I was hoping..."

Toriel narrowed her eyes. "You were hoping what, exactly?"

Alphys clenched her eyelids shut.

Toriel asked, "You think I burp quite a lot, don't you? And you want me to teach you how to burp?"

Alphys shook her head.

Toriel sighed. "It's alright. I don't care to be known for my gas. But, if I can use it to help you, that would at least grant me some measure of peace."

A familiar voice said, "Oh. My. Goodness. The captain of the royal guard likes burps?" Standing by them was Papyrus with a notepad. "I'm writing this down."

Alphys waved her hands frantically. "No, no, no, please--"

Toriel cut in, "No, this is a different Undyne entirely."

Papyrus shrugged. "Oh. Forget it then!" He ripped out the top sheet from his notepad. "Anyway, can I take your orders?"

Toriel nodded softly. "Yes, we'll have two extra large snail lovers' pizzas and a two liter of Diet Joke. And grab us some cups as well, please."

Papyrus jotted it down speedily. "Roger that, Miss Queen." He marched back to the kitchen.

The two ladies chatted until their soda arrived.

Papyrus placed the two liter and two cups on the table. "Now you must enjoy this soda!" He returned to the kitchen.

Alphys opened the bottle, letting out a "fwshhhh," and poured herself a glass. "Let me show you what I mean." She downed half of the glass in a few gulps, then set it down. She sucked in air, held her breath, and returned with a quiet, airy burp that was just a mild puff, "pffff." She tried again, and all that came out was, "urp." She shrugged. "See?"

Toriel said, "Well, honey, it won't work if you try so hard. You have to let it come naturally."

Alphys sighed. "And if it doesn't?"

"There's a reason I ordered two pizzas for us. The more greasy food you have in you, the thicker your burps will be."

Alphys rested her chin on her forepaw. "Oh."

A few awkward moments passed. The patrons around them chatted away, but Toriel and Alphys sat in silence.

Toriel asked, "Have you seen any good cartoons lately?"

Time passed.

After Alphys' rousing synopsis of the anime du jour, Papyrus returned with two piping hot pizzas. He set their pans down on the table, then gave a paper plate each to Toriel and Alphys. "Eat up if you dare! But I must warn you, the cooks baked these with a lot of love! So! It may be delicious!"

Toriel nodded. "Yes, thank you."

Papyrus stood still a moment, smiling silently, before leaving.

Alphys said, "So anyway, after Mew Mew completes her training--"

Toriel held a paw up. "Why don't we focus on the pizza now?"

Alphys' expression plummeted.

Toriel stammered, "I, er, just don't want to lose track of Meow Meow while I'm eating."

Alphys took a pizza cutter and sliced off a quarter of the pie. "It's okay. I'm here to learn about burping, anyway." She handed the cutter to Toriel.

Toriel cut herself a quarter of the 16-inch pizza and lifted the slice. Its gooey cheese hung off the slice, gathering in strands, and the thick crust gushed with runny grease. She bit into the slice, and gamey snails mingled with tangy mozzarella. She chomped off more, eager to fill her mouth with delectable richness. After a few furious bites, she fit half of the slice in her mouth. She swallowed it down, compressing thick, moist morsels through her esophagus.

Alphys scarfed down her own slice in lots of nibbles. She worked her way through the pizza like a hamster. Gradually, she inflated her pudgy cheeks with food.

Toriel crammed down the end of her first slice just as Alphys finished hers. Toriel said, "Now, let's hear you again."

Alphys took a hearty swig of her cola. "It should just happen on its own, riORP! Hehe, I guess it did! (Gurp!)" Alphys' burps now sounded a touch deeper, and they carried a thin ripple.

Toriel nodded, "Good, good! Now, keep going." She drank some soda herself, then cut another slice. She was content just to enjoy her favorite pizza. She munched through blissfully, but gas interrupted her, belching out against the pizza she was pushing in. Not that she minded; she was used to shoveling food against her own burps. She sealed her lips tight, and a burp erupted in bassy tones, "mRRP." Hew paw pushed more of the slice into her mouth, and she passed a ribbiting belch with a mouth full of pizza, "guu-whurrp!"

Alphys finished her own slice.

Toriel polished off her slice and said, "Give it another try. You should be a little fuller, so let's hear what you sound like." She finished her cup of soda.

Alphys poured herself a fresh glass of cola. "Okay, here goes nothing." She pounded it down. Moments later, a rumbling grumble echoed from Alphys' massive middle. "Whoa, did you hear thHUURRRP!!" Her belch thundered throughout the restaurant, wet and deep. She clapped her forepaws over her mouth.

Toriel clapped, knocking her tits with her forearms. "WondeuURPful! I'm pOORP--proud of you! Now, there's one (BOORP)--burping technique that will be sure to get Undyne's attention. Have yourself another slice."

Alphys cut off another quarter of pizza and chowed down.

Toriel did the same. She adored hot pies of all varieties, and pizza pies were no exception. She couldn't help but dig further in. She felt sated, but she loved that delectable taste and that hot gush so much. She thrust more fatty, greasy calories down her gullet.

Alphys met her gusto and then some, quickly inhaling the pizza slice. "Okay, now--(guurp)--what?"

Toriel poured herself a glass of cola, then filled Alphys' glass. "Drink this all at once. (Boorp.) You will feel the urge to burp, but don't let it out until I tell you to."

"O-okay, if you say so."

Toriel rose her glass, and Alphys rose hers. The two obese ladies shotgunned their bubbly sodas in unison.

Toriel rubbed her stomach. It bit harder into the table before her. "Feel it?"

Alphys' stomach inflated more against the tabletop, too. She said in stifled words, "Oh--yeah. This--isn't easy."

Toriel chuckled. "It gets easier with practice. Trust me, I've had plenty of times I couldn't let it out. Anyway, you need to finish the rest of your pizza. After that, you can burp."

Alphys drew a stilted breath. "Huhf. Okay." She reached forward to grab her last slice, and her stomach creaked against the table.

Toriel did the same. She took her last slice and bit down. Her stomach felt taut around her swelling gut. She wasn't used to eating so much in one sitting. On top of that, she cradled a noisy pocket of gas in her middle. One forepaw fed her the slice of pizza, while another forepaw rubbed her stuffed gut, trying to ease its stretched exterior. Her stomach groaned and squelched, caught firm behind the stiff tabletop. The table wobbled on her slowly bloating abs. Her distension even lifted her shirt, flashing the bottom inch of her swollen gut.

The table wobbled on Alphys' abs, too. Her stomach uttered just as much noise as Toriel's. Although Alphys' hefty belly wasn't as bloated as Toriel's, it still contributed to the dislodging of the table. For her final slice, she forgot about nibbling and fisted the pizza into her portly face. She grunted it down desperately. Then, her forepaws stroked up and down her singing stomach. With strain in her voice, she asked, "Now?"

Toriel nodded. Her own belch escaped her, "FBOOORP!!"

Alphys' hands slammed the table, and her burp exploded out, "GUOoowhUUURP!" The table rocked over her incendiary belly, and Alphys cracked a gleeful smile. "Oh, hahaha, woWOOORP! Nghuuuuurp! Thank you so much! Undyne's going to loHUORP--love this!"

Toriel held a forepaw to her cheek, admiring her pupil. "I'm glad you are satisfied. But I'm sure Undyne truly does appreciate you, no matter how your burps sound, because they're yoURRGHP--"

"Because they're what? (Hrrrrp.)"

Toriel giggled nervously. "Because theOoOORP--"

"Are you trying to say, 'because they're mmmUUURP--"

* * * * *

Late at night, Toriel sat in her kitchen. A weak overhead light illuminated the green-and-white tile floor and the round, wooden table. Two key items occupied that table: a pie tin with a whole snail pie and a two liter bottle of Diet Joke.

Toriel wore her periwinkle nightgown. Its silk rubbed cool and smooth on her furry skin. She held a forepaw to her mouth and uttered a dainty burp.

These days, her hindpaws bloated with chub. Her calves bore plentiful, wobbly lard, while her thighs squashed together, even as she splayed her legs wide. Her vast hips gathered in curvy slopes on the two chairs under her. She used one chair for her right butt cheek and another for her left butt cheek. The two chairs did well to accommodate her bed pillow-sized rump cheeks.

Her nightgown flowed in outward curves along her waist, following the contours of her plump love handles and the stacked rolls along her sides. Her stomach pooled on her tremendous thighs and hung down between them. It filled the slim gap between her fat thighs, and it rolled just past her knees. Her massive gut sat heavy on her legs, and its smooth adipose rose inward, cresting at a broad, rounded peak. That peak shouldered Toriel's melon-sized breasts. Her massive bosom rose in pert globes that nonetheless hung over her fat abs and strained her neckline.

Thick tubes of flab wrapped around her biceps, and they slouched against her sideboobs. More lard wrapped under her chin and expanded her cheeks. Her snout poked out from her chunky face, while her fuzzy ears laid over her bulky cheeks.

Toriel lifted a serving spoon, much bigger than a normal spoon, from the table. She licked her lips in anticipation. Then, she dug right into the middle of the pie, piercing the spoon straight down through the four-inch-thick filling. She scooped out a hefty serving and plunged it right into her maw. Her taste buds basked in a huge mound of moist, savory snail filling, mashed to just the right creamy texture. Somehow, the experience was even better depending on how full she crammed her mouth.

Excited, she pulled her shoulders together and shook her hips. Her heavy rump creaked the chairs under her, while her massive tits sloshed in her top. "Mmmm-mm!" She swallowed, sucking the overwhelming mass of food down her esophagus.

She screwed the cap off of her soda bottle and lifted it to her lips. Syrupy liquid flooded into her. Its sweet flavor and fizzy texture refreshed her after the rich snail pie. She indulged in a few gulps, quaffing a third of the bottle before setting it back down.

The bottle hit the table just as Toriel belched, "hnghBWOORp."

Again, she tore into the pie. She scooped one spoonful, which was enough to satisfy her. She scooped another spoonful, which pushed the meat beyond her teeth and into her cheeks. And she scooped a third spoonful, which stretched her cheeks taut. She moaned in a low tone, "Mmmhh." Slowly, she pulled the mass of mush down her gullet in thick, strained gulps. The weight of the pie filling drove her to go again, digging out one-two-three spoonfuls, filling her mouth to capacity, and sinking it down into her belly. The big serving made her gut feel heavier and thicker.

Toriel's mouth ran a little dry. But her large serving spoon was making quick work of the pie, and only half of its filling was left. She prepped another scoop, only for two burps to preempt her, "Ghuurpt! Gruuup."

She lunged her mouth on the spoon and claimed its food. She began swallowing instantly, even as she dug out another spoonful. She threw that spoonful into her mouth before she could finish swallowing, then swept up another spoonful. Toriel's arm raced her gullet, with her arm constantly shoving food into her mouth and her gullet constantly sucking food out of it.

Toriel was good at gulping down food, but the savory filling dried her mouth out, despite its lovely, moist texture. Each swallow came harder than the last. Her very last scoop of filling lodged in the back of her throat.

She struggled a moment with the food before she saw the Diet Joke. She hefted the bottle up and flooded her mouth with cola. The drink splashed and popped against her food blockage, but nothing moved. Her mouth filled up, and her cheeks swelled. Just when her flabby cheeks met their capacity, finally, the soda burst through, ramming the snail filling deep down her throat and flooding into her bloating belly. Toriel took another few lusty chugs before popping off the bottle and setting it down. "Hahhh... hahhh..." She collected herself after freeing her esophagus. And then, "BHOOOAAARRRRRRP!!!"

She giggled from the exhilaration.

Now, she was left with a nearly empty pie tin. All that remained was a crust with smears of snail. She peeled back the tin and lifted the slightly-moist crust. She chomped off a bite. It was a little dry, but it had picked up a bit of the flavor and moistness of its filling. The crust was also lightly sweet, giving it a more subdued flavor to counter the deep richness of its filling. Toriel burped mildly, "ghuurp." She bit off more crust and burped again, "boorp." With each bite, "hworp," she burped again, "grawwp," and again, "nghurp," and again, "bforp." Tiny pockets of gas surfaced throughout her dessert.

She ate up the end of the crust. It was delicious, but dry, of course. Luckily, she had twenty ounces of soda left. Once again, she sealed her lips on the neck of the bottle, and she sucked out cola like she'd been in the desert for a month. Her fat neck rippled from her gulps. Once she imbibed the last drops of the bottle, she placed it back on the table.

Her belly churned with a meaty snail pie and two tasty liters of soda. It bloated stiff, crushing its lower roll down against her thighs and spreading her legs further apart. It also inflated forward, bumping into the table, and its peak rounded like a sphere, pushing her tits out. She slapped her gut. It was a good meal.

Toriel pressed her forepaws into her distended stomach. She had a huge burp in there somewhere, she could feel it. Her belly crooned and squelched loudly. It just wanted to get rid of her gas. She tried shaking her belly, which sloshed its overloaded contents. That was no good either; the gas refused to surface. She slapped her belly, too, and its taut surface barely rippled. "Ah well. It'll come when it comes."

She put one chubby forepaw on the back of the chair behind her and another forepaw on the tabletop. She pushed up with her legs. She stood, and her belly lurched out of her lap, dropping heavy down against her thighs. Her gas ignited, "HGBWOOOoourp!!" Her eyes widened from the power of her belch, and her fingers clenched to steady herself against her inner propulsion. "Huurp, ohh, GOOORP, ooh, ERRUUP, awh, URP gorp HOORP!"

She waited a few moments, then straightened herself up. "Phew, haha! That was a loOOUUUUURRRWOOOUURRGPH!"