The bass thumped through the floor like a heartbeat as adult Frisk spun into the center of their living room, grinning as the music hit its peak. They were bigger now—round in the belly, soft in the arms, and thick in the hips—but none of that slowed them down. If anything, it made their dancing even more expressive.

Frisk swayed side to side, their soft belly bouncing gently with each step, their chest moving naturally with the rhythm, and their hips shaking in big, exaggerated movements as they laughed to themselves. They danced like someone who couldn’t care less about being watched—loose, comfortable, and loud with their motions.

They twirled, their sweater stretching slightly over their round middle as they raised their arms high, letting the music guide their whole body. Every step made their curves jiggle with the beat, almost like the music was moving through them physically.

Frisk hopped, spun again, stumbled a little, then burst into laughter— Frisk: “Who even cares if I look ridiculous? This is great!”

They kept dancing, hips rocking side to side, body swaying in big waves, letting their chubby frame move freely, joyfully, unapologetically.