Of Bars and Goat-Moms (WG story)

Of Bars And Goat-moms

Grillby’s, Your not sure why but you always took a liking to the bar, even before it got popular. Apparently the owner moved here from some town you never even heard of, he called it “hometown” and insisted that was its name.
Yeah, sure it was, nobody would name a town something so stupid. You lament this as you take a swig from your mug of beer, monsters are weird.

You hear the jingle of the door, as a new patron entered, she looked...out of place. Everything from the way her eyes
darted nervously around the bar, to the distracting purple dress she was wearing. It screamed “townsfolk” to you, the
nervous goat took a seat next to yours, as it was the closest seat to the flaming bartender, who seemed surprised to see this Broad.

Your guessing anyway, no facial features and all that Jazz. She whispered something to Grillby, in which he began to reach for a bottle of red wine. You watch as the goat sips a glass of the grape water. She nearly spits it out, you chuckled a little as she looks at her drink with mild contempt.

“Don’t like wine?” You speak without thinking, the goat looks at you with tired eyes “No actually, I usually like it but this...tastes terrible.” she lets out a sigh as she pushes her drink away.
“Why not try some of this?” You raise your mug while motioning to it with your free hand. The goats eyes widen, “Beer!? Oh no, I couldn’t drink something like that!”. You point out that she drinks wine, she faulters slightly. You ask grillby for another beer, causing the goat to meekly protest.
As the drink is presented to her, she hesitates, before taking a quick sip. For a moment she does nothing as she sets the mug down.

Not even a few seconds later, in a burst of speed, she nearly chugs half the mug in a single motion. Holy shit, guess she likes it. The lady let’s out a sigh and says “Now that is a drink that’s worth paying for.”
You smile as she downs the drink with a smile on her face.

She sets her now empty mug on the bar as she turns to face you, “Thank you, I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed a drink so much.” she smiles brightly as she signals the bartender for another round.
“Found a new favorite drink?” You ask as she begins to down her second beer, the goat’s response is a simple nod as she begins to chug the beverage.

Uh, beer didn’t taste THAT good....she’s having at it like it’s the best thing she’s ever tasted. *Grool!* Before she could order a third drink, the two of you are alerted by a noticeable gurgle. You look towards the source of the mysterious noise and notice something.

She’s started to get a noticeable paunch from this. *Urp* The goat covered her mouth with her paw as she began to blush. “O-oh my m-maybe I’ve had enough.” She gets out of her seat, a small beer gut is visible under her dress. She pays the bartender before turning to you with a smile , “I had more fun here than I had in years....my name is Toriel.” She extends her paw to you. You shake it and tell her your name with a smile of your own.

As Toriel motions to leave you ask her something. “Same time next week?” The purple dressed goat nodded with a warm smile before leaving into the cold night.

Ever since that exchange at the bar, she kept true to her gesture. Every week she would sit down next to you and chat, her jokes are terrible, but in a fun way.
Apparently she had a weird obsession with snails, but to each their own you guess. You also noticed another thing which you haven’t brought up to her yet.

She is gaining a lot of weight, to the point where usual purple teaching attire is stretched against her growing gut. The purple buttons of her shirt show noticeable strain, as sections of her stomach are visible through the gaps between them.
You never knew drinking could get you fat, but monsters are different than humans, you suppose. You would tell her, really you would, but that drunken smile she wears always makes you stop. It’s been a month since the two of you become drinking buddies.

And currently you are sitting down on a red cushioned bar stool, legs lightly tapping against the mahogany bar as you waited for your drinking buddy to enter. You feel slightly nervous, she’s over half an hour late! Letting out a sigh,you trace your finger over the top of your now empty beer mug. However just as you are about to resign your self to a lonely night of drinking, the jingle of an all too familiar bell sounds throughout the bar.

You spin yourself around on the stool facing the new patron,“Toriel! Almost thought yo-“ You stop yourself. Holy shit, she looks awful. Her eyes are noticeably red and puffy, her fur is disheveled and matted. Her usual well kept shirt had multiple buttons undone. The buttons going along her stomach seem to have gone missing as her gut displayed itself to all patrons in the bar. The white mass sagged downwards almost reaching her hips now, and seemed to churn ever so slightly. From the visible bags under her eyes you can tell she has not gotten much sleep if any. Toriel looked around the bar noticing the looks she was getting, before wordlessly planting herself next to you.

You turned yourself towards your friend, as she watched the flaming bartender already beginning to get “The Usual”. As soon as the foaming mug hit table, it was already at the goats lips. Within seconds the golden liquid was gone from the glass.
She not so lightly put glass down onto the bar with an audible *clank*. “More.” was all she uttered before the featureless bartender began to prepare more rounds. Well, might as well ask, you tap her shoulder, which doesn’t seem to catch her attention. You call out her name, with the same result, the sound of glass against wood seems to be the only sound in the bar, as she starts her second mug.

“Toriel? Ms.Dreemur?” once more no reaction, you sigh ready to give up. “Hey Tori?” *SLAM* Toriels glass nearly shatters as she nearly smashes it against the bar. “Don’t call me that!”. Her red eyes snapping towards you as she now has a toothy snarl on her face. Her matted fur and red veined eyes made her look almost feral as her eyes bore into you. Toriel’s eyes widen as she realizes her outburst. She quickly turns away from you seemingly embarrassed, and continues to binge drink.
Shit, can’t do anything but wait for her mood to change you guess.

Nine beers later.....

Toriel lets out a small burp as her body lightly sways from side to side. *Glooorp* *Slosh* Her stomach is audible to the establishment as a whole as it pushed lightly against the bar. Her gut, now wider than her hips and longer than her breasts,swayed with Toriel’s rocking. Causing it to be in a state of constant discomfort. A hiccup escaped Toriel as she put a furred arm around you.

“T-thanks *hic* for letting me d-*urp*-rink my fill~”. A smile plastered on a face that, mere moments ago, had seemed ready to kill someone. Now she seems ready to talk.

>You shift in your seat,before asking if she was okay. Her smile disappeared as quickly as it came. She lets out a drunken sigh as she looks deeply into the golden liquid within her glass.

“If you really gotta know...It’s my ex.” The goat says with venom as she shotguns another beer which caused her already tight stomach force itself further outward. “He’s such a wimp! Even after divorcing his sorry butt, he STILL thinks he did nothing wrong!”

Toriel rants as her stomach made its discomfort known with a hearty gurgle. “*HIC* He’s been giving flowers to my poor,pure child obviously trying to force him into thinking he did nothing wrong!” *BUUOOARP!* Toriel let out an impressive belch as she finished another small rant.

Well I thin-“Whatever he did must have corrupted my kris, as it turns out, his first friend since his brother is the town delinquent!” She exaggeratedly threw her arms over head before resting her head against the bar. She cut you off in her rant, but you can’t help but feel like she’s overreacting.

Toriel raises her head from the counter, with misty eyes she spoke again. “A-and to top it off I find out that asg-my ex. Is fu-s-sleeping with that WHORE of a cop!” She yelled as tears began to stream down her face. She silently sobs as her stomach presses against the hard wood of the bar. Her tears falling softly against her white stomach.

You sit there as your bloated friend cries, unsure of what to say or do. You touch Toriels shoulder, causing the goat to face you with visible tear streaks going down her fur. You slowly pull the drunk goat towards you, her stomach pressing against you.
She doesn’t fight the action, as she quickly wraps her arms around your neck. The action of hers causing her to burp squarely into your face. You felt her warm body wrap itself around you, a feeling akin to be wrapped around a large,furry, and drunken blanket.

She cried on your shoulder muttering silently to herself as she soaked your shoulder with her tears. Patting her back softly in attempts to calm her seems to work well despite her constant belching. She smells of grain alcohol and butterscotch, an odd scent that was strangely pleasant.

Toriel unwrapped herself from you, with a tired smile on her face. “Thank you, I needed to let that all out.” She says with a somber tone, one which is unlike her.
>Toriel sighs heavily “You know it’s kinda funny, I was so mean to him for being so nice, and now look at me.” Toriel slowly rubs the top of her stomach, a whole two feet of beer and regret, she looked down at her ruined figure, her eyes telling of her sadness.

>Toriel looks to you, her eyes starting to get misty once more, “I want to move on from all this, I’m tired of living without someone to talk to, I’m tired of having only my sons to keep me company, I’m tired of being so lonely” A tear runs down her chubby cheeks, a sad smile crossing her face. “You don’t have to be alone y’know.” You say, in a attempt to help her out of her sudden depression not quite realizing what it might entail. Toriel turns her head to look at you, her only real friend. The only one who has been there for her. The goat wipes away her tears before speaking “Yeah, you can help me me move on” and without a word, Toriel attempts to get out of her stool.

>Only to find herself suddenly falling back on the stool, she lets out a groan, she is not used to the added weight. With a grunt Toriel stretched her paws underneath her gut and heaved. The her gut seemingly no longer mostly alcohol but a jiggling mass of fat.

>Her cheeks heat up as she sees that the patrons of the bar are all staring at her. She suddenly feels something brush up against her shoulder, she suddenly feels herself being hoisted upright. She looks over to see her drinking friend, with their arm under hers attempting to help her bloated form walk. With a grunt from both parties Toriel is free from her wedged prison with an audible creak form the wood.

>Toriel looks at you as you let go of her. She suddenly grabs a napkin from the countertop of the bar, and scribbles something down with a pen she kept in an out stretched shirt pocket. With a blush she hands you the napkin and tried her best to hurry out the door. Or, waddle with her cradling her gut the entire time. You look down at the napkin.

It’s a number. You look up at the monster about to open your mouth to say something. But you notice that she’s already outside, the large white mass attempting to make her way back home despite being about 20 pounds heavier and drunk. You shake your hand and pocket her number. You’d tell her about this when she is sober tomorrow.

You awake in your probably rat infested apartment with a jolt. The now infamous sound of your phones alarm had woken your lazy ass up. Why did it ring so early. Oh shit, Toriel!

Grabbing your phone you call the barely legible number from the now crumpled up napkin. It isn’t long before you hear someone pick up. “Hey Toriel, it’s your pal from the bar! Can we talk for a bit? You said something last night that bugged me.”.
You start off hoping it was late enough so that she wasn’t too hungover.
Silence fills the phone line before you hear an unfamiliar voice speak to you “This is the dreemur household, I think you have the wrong number.”.
Before you can say anything they hang up. Guess that was her kid, sounded way too young to be anything else.

You call once more “Toriel? I need to ask you about something, can you call me back?” Keeping it much shorter this time.
“Stop calling my mom.” The kid spoke in a cold monotone, for some reason it made you uncomfortable with how cold it was. You hear stomping coming from the other line as a very tired sounding goat picked up the phone. “No,we don’t want to buy anything, please don’t call again.”

Before she can hang up you quickly tell her to wait. “Oh, it’s you! so I guess that wasn’t a dream.” She says, in a soft and motherly tone of voice. With the surprisingly hard step of calling her out of the way you decide to ask her the million dollar question.

“Hey Toriel, want go out sometime, like on a date?” you can hear the goats breathing briefly hitch in her throat at your question. her line is silent for a while, with her seemingly mulling over the question. “Fine, I’m not doing much now that my other kid is away, where to?”. You mull it over, before deciding to do what most people do for first dates. “How about a
restaurant?”.

”Oh I know a great place in HomeTown! You should come over!”. You hear what sounded like glass being shattered in the distance. “Kris! What’s gotten into you?!” Toriel yells over the line. The goat sighs, “Actually the bar might be fine too.” Toriel her voice tired. “I need to unwind for a bit, see you soon!” and with that the line went dead. Also with that your plans are made. It took a while to find the place but google helped you despite being a lying, useless, piece of FUCKING-you don’t like google maps. Stifled your rage for now you decide to ask around town, she didn’t tell you where she lived after all.

It isn’t hard to find her house,Since everyone here seemed to know each other. You park outside of her house, and as you approach the door you notice something, the door frame is visibly bent outward, and the door itself seems rather new hence it being JUST big enough so you couldn’t see inside from despite the bent frame. The cracks were haphazardly covered up with paint but were still pretty obvious.

You ring the doorbell and wait. *thump* *Thump!* *THUMP!* you hear rapid and heavy stomping of your date. The door is not opened as it is pushed as you nearly get slammed in the face by the oversized slab of wood. In its place was Toriel, you think? The binge from her massacre of grains had made her body under go, changes.
>Her beanbag of a stomach was as big as you now as it touched the sides of the doorframe. Her stomach hang past her knees, her navel was probably big enough to put a soda bottle inside, With how deep it it looked you probably weren’t exaggerating. Her breasts were the only things mostly covered, despite the revealing nature of her what was once a shirt likely.

The G-twins seemed to be winning their battle against her purple shirt, on closer inspection that looked like the dress that she wore when you first met her, now reduced to covering only the very top of her stomach and her breasts. Surprisingly her tits were still round despite mostly laying on her gut. Her chin had evolved to a full on jowl of fat as two lesser chins made their home atop of it. You couldn’t see much else besides that, and her loving smile that she had on her face causing her bloated cheeks to become more pronounced. Then it hit you, you had to feed this woman. Damn,new car fund...you will be missed.

Before you can do anything however Toriel heaved her massive form out of the doorway.
Her love handles pushing the frame slightly apart as she walked towards you a warm smile on her jowled face as she looked down at you. ”I’m so excited! It’s been so long since I’ve been on a date!” She holds out a fat winged arm, extending her bloated paw towards you. D-did she expect you take it? You grab her hand, it felt so soft, so warm. Her large paw held onto your smaller hand, and gently squeezed it. You felt something, just now, something that made you feel fuzzy inside. You walk forward Toriel stomping next to you, a faint blush on her face. She faces you, her eyes are arched up as she has the widest smile you had ever seen, she looked...cute. Damn, now you felt your blood rise to your cheeks, as you walk down the street with her.

”Oh this is the place!” You stop as Toriel tugged at your hand, pointing to what looked like a stereotypical diner. The double door entrance seemed just big enough for her to squeeze through.Obeying the woman, you walk with her inside of the place where your wallet would no doubt meet its end.
That’s when you noticed something odd about this restaurant.
Some of the booths had no tables. Well, they sort of did, but is more of a small metal coffee table than anything.
Second, nobody in the restaurant seemed surprised at seeing a nearly one ton monster enter their restaurant.
Other patrons just seemed to ignore her. You had little time to be confused as Toriel pulled you towards a nearby booth.
She lets go of your hand as she plops down on a red leather seat of her booth. Her form nearly taking up the entire thing.
Her stomach completely covered the coffee table, nearly touching you as you both wait to get the menu. Which you got form  a very disinterested waitress. You don’t bother looking at the menu, you weren’t really hungry anyway.