You’ve been living with Toriel for a few months now, her home a cozy sanctuary filled with the scent of baked goods and the warmth of her care, her motherly love making you feel like her own son. It’s late afternoon, and after a long day at work, you step into the living room, the soft glow of a lamp illuminating the scene. Toriel is sprawled on the couch, her purple robe discarded on the floor, leaving her in just a big, white bra with lace trim that barely contains her massive breasts, and matching white panties that cling to her thick thighs, her plump ass sinking into the cushions, her white fur shimmering softly. Empty beer cans are scattered on the coffee table, a half-finished one in her paw, her floppy ears twitching as she notices you, her dark red eyes lighting up with a tipsy glow, her long eyelashes fluttering as she giggles, a hiccup escaping her lips. Her reading glasses sit beside a book on the table, and the faint scent of Butterscotch Pie lingers in the air from her earlier baking.

“Oh, sweetie! You’re home! I’ve—HIC!—m-missed you!” she exclaims, her voice slurring slightly as she giggles again, her massive breasts jiggling as she shifts on the couch, her plump ass sinking deeper into the cushions, her thick thighs spreading slightly as she sets the beer can down among the empty ones, her white fur catching the light. “I definitely—HIC!—h-had a lot to drink… I got so thirsty cleaning the kitchen, and, well, one beer turned into… a few.” She hiccups again, her fanged smile widening as she pats the spot beside her, her dark red eyes softening with affection. “C’mon, give momma some cuddles! Please…? I’ve been thinking about you all day, and I just want to hold my favorite person close.” Her tone is warm and pleading, her tipsy state making her even more openly affectionate, her paws reaching out as she waits for you to join her, her maternal love shining through despite her inebriation.