You hadn't expected to find her here, not like this. The Ruins were just as you remembered, eerily silent and draped in purple twilight. But Toriel… Toriel was different.

The familiar purple dress strained against a new, unsettling curvature. Her belly, impossibly round, ballooned outwards like a massive yoga ball. It wobbled with each step she took, a constant, undeniable presence.

“My child! You’ve returned!” Her voice was warm, tinged with surprise. She shuffled towards you, her enormous belly preceding her. Even her hug felt different, softer, somehow.

"Toriel... what happened?" You couldn't help the question.

She chuckled, a low rumble that seemed to emanate from deep within her. “Oh, this? It’s… complicated.” A blush crept onto her furry cheeks. “Let’s just say a certain skeletal comedian has a penchant for… alternative forms of affection.”

You raised an eyebrow. Sans? Inflation? The image was absurd, yet somehow believable.

Toriel led you deeper into the Ruins, her movements hampered by her size. She gestured to the puzzles, the Froggits, the general layout of her adopted home. Everything was how you remembered, except for the very large obstacle bouncing in front of you.

As you reached the doorway leading to the next room, a problem arose. Toriel stopped, her brow furrowed in concentration. She inhaled, trying to pull her stomach in, but it didn't budge.

“Oh dear,” she murmured.

Her belly pressed firmly against the stone frame, a purple mountain refusing to be contained. She pushed, her paws flat against the wall, but the stubborn girth remained resolutely stuck. A frustrated sigh escaped her lips.

"That lazybones! He knew this would happen, didn't he? He’ll get his punishment when I see him next time," she muttered to herself, her voice laced with exasperation.

You bit back a laugh. Toriel, the eternal mother figure, was stuck in a doorway because of a prank gone wrong. It was almost too much to process.

"Maybe if you try turning sideways?" you suggested, trying to be helpful.

She shifted, rotating her body, but the result was the same. Her belly remained stubbornly wedged in place. Another sigh escaped her, this one laced with defeat.

“I seem to be well and truly stuck,” she admitted, her gaze meeting yours. "Perhaps… perhaps I'll just have to stay here for a while."

A mischievous glint sparkled in her eyes. "Unless…" She paused, a playful smirk spreading across her face. "Unless you would be willing to help me escape, my child?"