You had no clue where your latest misadventure would take you, but here was certainly not what you’d imagined. As you laid dazed in a bed of flowers, a massive figure loomed over you, a warm, motherly smile on her soft, fat face. A pair of pudgy cheeks sat atop 4 fat neck rolls, suiting the rest of her body well. A rounded gut protruded out in front of her, her lardy bosom perched on it. It was as if she jiggled just by breathing… “Hello, my child… I am Toriel, caretaker of the ruins.”