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A Wholesome Toriel Tale (Goatmom Omni)
🕑 Added 2025-10-26 11:43:39 +0000 UTCWrote this little thing as a reward to myself for finishing up all my editing and admin for Broken Princess yesterday.
Enjoy a Toriel taking control of her story and becoming the mega-multi hyper-herm clone hivemind she was always meant to be.
(2.5k words.)
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Inspiration pic by Gaze, edited by TinyPixyEmma.
“Two pounds of sugar, two pounds of flour, a pound of butter, a dozen eggs, and a tin of baking powder.” Toriel finished off her list, checking each line off with a stroke of her pen. “And that’s all.”
It was a quiet day in the grocery store. The scene was quaint, even cozy, with snow still slowly coming down outside the shop as Toriel went around the snug aisles, hunting down the ingredients for her baking and getting some heat into her bones before she had to brave the outside again. A radio was playing behind the counter, where the fresh-faced cashier sat reading a book. There were no other customers and she was not in a hurry.
“How very calm,” she thought. “Almost too calm, for the here and now...”
She went to the counter to let the cashier ring up her goods. “Ah! I forgot the milk,” she said, “So clumsy of me. So sorry, dear, I’ll be just a minute.” Though even as she turned, she could feel the clerk’s eyes, drawn like magnets to her more than generous chest at her mention of ‘milk’. She wasn’t known for being a goatmom, or more pertinently, Undertale’s premium MILF for nothing.
So she returned to the aisles, hunting for dairy. “You know,” she said, keeping her voice low, “I am surprised I have not simply started lactating yet.”
There was cream aplenty in the cold section, and yoghurt and cheeses too, but milk was surprisingly hard to come by. She could substitute one for another, though it wouldn’t be quite the same…
“Now I am really surprised,” Toriel said. “And you do not have to ignore me, you know. It is rude. Who’re you afraid might hear? The young person at the counter?”
The fresh dairy remained on the shelves, awaiting Toriel’s (in)decision. The pies weren’t going to be baked without the proper ingredients.
“Come now, child. You do not have to play coy. We both know what kind of story this is going to be, do we not?” She smiled, as if she weren’t simply talking to herself. “There is no shame in it. I fully support indulging in one’s fetishistic desires, and I will happily be your vessel for it. But you will need to get to the point and not simply dance around it.”
The fresh dairy…
“The fresh dairy will wait until my curves have attained a more proper size. Or do I have to spell it out for you?”
There was the slightest of tremors. It passed through the store, making the boards creak and the shelves clatter. It passed through the air, sending a wind whirling briefly through the aisle and making Toriel’s scarf flutter. And it passed through Toriel herself, who stood ready and proud with her hands on her hips as her tits and ass and thighs suddenly swelled out of thin air, her already generous figure growing even more so at a rapid pace.
“Keep going,” she said, hefting one of her tremendous breasts as it grew larger than her head and kept going, into the heavier end of the produce section. And she traced a hand across her steadily widening ass as her underwear turned into little more than a thong and her baggy dress was stretched to bursting.
“That is more like it. See, are you not feeling better?” The hyper-curvy goatmom beamed, evidently pleased with herself. “No reason to hold back. Like I said, I know what kind of story this is going to be.” Ignoring the shelves of dairy, Toriel simply squeezed her breast and, immediately gushing enough milk to fill a bowl from her nipple, gave a nod and turned back towards the counter.
“Any more requests before we’re back in hearing range for the cashier up there?” She smiled. “Come now, little one, do not be shy. It is adorable, but not very convenient. I am not a mind-reader and I cannot change the story for you. Yet. So let us not leave things half finished, hm?”
There was another quivering in the air. And then the sound of tearing fabric, as the front of Toriel’s panties suddenly—and catastrophically—filled with far too much meat than it could ever have been expected to hold. A cock, and a monstrously fat one at that, swelling out between her legs, tenting her skirt…
“Oh!” she called, blushing briefly. “Well, I should have expected that, I suppose. Mh… No, keep going. I am not going to let you stop before I am exactly as big and hung as you want me to be. And maybe not even then.” There was no way her dress was going to survive this growth spurt intact, so she simply removed it, devoting all of her attention to the incredibly large girlcock rising before her. It fit snugly between her breasts—arousing both parts of her in the process—and Toriel wasn’t above titfucking herself in public, just barely concealed from the shop windows and the unsuspecting cashier.
“Not normally,” she added with a wry smile, “But as I said; we both know what kind of story this is. Oh, goodness—”
Her cock lurched again, stretching towards (and beyond) ‘third leg’ status. Toriel just had time to place a kiss upon her fat, glistening cockhead before it grew out of reach of her lips and gushed an ungodly mess of cum onto the shelves of breakfast cereals.
“This is very good, dear. Very good.” She was panting, small shudders running through her body as she leaned against the opposite shelf, letting her orgasm run its course in painting the aisle with her seed. “I’m proud of you for letting yourself go. Letting me go, I suppose,” she added, with a chuckle. “Of course, now being the biggest, most potent dickgirl in the Underground, I do not expect my orgasms will ever stop. Certainly, there will be no refractory period. Right? But this is an awful lot of penis to handle with just two hands…”
A brief moment of peace settled over the little grocery shop. The snow was still falling outside—and Toriel had succeeded in bringing in that same coating of white color across the floor, though hers were steaming hot compared to the icy chill of the elements. She was glorious; huge, naked, and unrepentantly eager. Already, her cock was hardening, and her balls churned and filled anew. If the cashier rounded the corner, they’d be in for the shock of their life…
“Do you need a moment to recover, little one? Not to worry; I can lend you a helping hand. Here, repeat after me…” Toriel beamed, folding her hands atop her beach ball-sized breasts. “The bell by the door jingled as another customer entered the store.”
The… The bell by the door jingled as another customer entered the store.
“It was a curious sight: Another Toriel, just as big and thick and hung as the first, walking in without a care for her size or her nudity.”
It was a curious sight: Another Toriel, just as big and thick and hung as the first, walking in without a care for her size or her nudity.
“The cashier did not so much as look up from their book; though even if they had, all they would have noticed was that little, knowing smile on Toriel’s lips as she passed, content in knowing that they would never realize the extent of their changing reality.”
The cashier did not so much as look up from their book; though even if they had, all they would have noticed was that little, knowing smile on Toriel’s lips as she passed, content in knowing that they would never realize the extent of their changing reality.
“Well done.” Toriel smirked, raising a hand in greeting to her twin walking up the aisle. She couldn't help but admire her hips as she walked and the sway of her enormous, weighty package. It wouldn’t be long before her balls would have to drag behind her for lack of space…
“What a splendid idea!” the second Toriel gushed. “I like it. Twice the hands for the task.”
“And twice the cocks and curves to please. Thank you,” Toriel said. “I knew you would.”
Then, both Toriels adjusted their gazes, both looking at the same elevated spot above them, and added, “And we know you like it too, my dear. Do not fret; it is still your story. We are simply… Improving it.”
The aisle had grown very crowded. It was a snug space to begin with, the little grocery store fitting its necessities within a small amount of space, and with the twin hyperherms at large and the battering rams between their legs, it was all but unavoidable for the two to touch. And that was their plan all along, of course.
“Reading my mind,” Toriel cooed, stroking her mirror image’s cock. “Though let us not pretend that our penises are anywhere near big enough.”
“Or numerous enough!” the second Toriel interjected, even as her mammoth ladydick began to thicken and swell. “Swinging only a single shaft between my legs? Please, little one. I asked you to indulge. Give me two.”
“Four.”
“Six.”
“Eight.”
“And do not neglect my balls!”
“My fat, potent, ever-swelling, ever-multiplying balls.”
“My churning cumtanks, sloshing womb-bloaters, calamitous cumnukes…”
The grocery store was, as might be expected, not long for this world. Nothing could hope to stop the all but apocalyptic accretion of mass between the twin Toriels’ legs, as their omni-virile hermhoods began to grow and multiply at a maddening pace. Four foot cocks doubled past their owners size, and then again, the thick, veiny lengths throbbing desperately as the two Toriels frotted, pleasuring each other. Pair after pair of balls dropped between her legs, her many scrotums stacking up and shoving the shelves apart, sending the contents skittering and crashing onto the floor. The floor groaned dangerously at the weight, and the walls—
“Halt—” Toriel called. “I do not mean to destroy this place. I like it, I like the cashier, and I want to be able to come back next week.”
The walls… Well, the walls could only contain so much. It was a small shop; how could it hope to contain a goatmom with a dozen bus-dwarfing cocks, let alone two of her?
“I will make it fit. Space warps around me as I please.”
Space… appeared to warp around her as she pleased.
“Not ‘appeared’. It did.”
It did.
“That’s better. Now, a complete sentence please. It did what?”
Space warped around Toriel as she pleased—giving her all the room in the world that she desired for her vast, multiplying endowments.
“Good. I’m glad we sorted that,” Toriel said, smiling as her cocks (and those of her twin) doubled again, in both size and number: a vast array of fat, juicy girlcocks snaking their way out of her crotch, pulsing and gushing precum by the pool-ful.
“Especially now,” the second Toriel continued, “that you are going to make more of me come through that door.”
A shadow moved beyond the grocery store windows. The snow had stopped. Or rather, it was blocked from landing by the sheer bulk of the goatmom marching up to the door and letting herself in. There was no possible way that she could fit; not through the door, not even in the whole building, and yet Toriel advanced with the greatest of ease, swaying her hips as she sauntered in to join the first two of her.
“Really,” she said, as her hundred cocks and likewise scrotums mixed with those of her triplets, “Just one? No, little one. This is what is going to happen: Already, the bell at the door jingled again as the fourth Toriel entered.”
“That is more like it!” she said, grinning at the others and her dear little watcher as she drew close, her breasts and ass already swelling to a size more befitting a hyperherm of her stature. And a fifth and sixth followed hot on her heels, the door not even getting the chance to close as the stream of goatmoms increased.
“Is that enough for you to run with?” the group of Toriels asked, one eyebrow raised with faint amusement.
How could anyone resist the commands of the ascending mommy dommy MILF? Physics, nay, reality itself reshaped at her whim. The cozy, wholesome atmosphere of the store was warped into something far steamier, saturated with her heat, her scent, and her mass, the crowd of self-cloning Toriels rubbing and kissing and cumming all over each other. And always, her cocks grew; her balls swelled, her breasts heaved and expanded and sprayed them all with milk. It was a beautiful chaos, an utter confusion of super-sized and rapidly multiplying sexual excesses.
“Chaos implies that I am not in control. Let me show you the harmony of all that is me.” Toriel ran her hands over her breasts and leaned back. “Mmh… Double me.”
The 8 Toriels moaned at once, splitting into 16.
“Again.”
Into 32.
“Again.”
Into 64.
“Again!”
Into 128.
“And again, and again, and…”
She cloned herself in quick progression, filing out in the tangles of her vast, snaking cocks and mountainous balls, the hundreds—and soon, thousands—of Toriels arranging herselves in a neat, ordered grid; a collection of super-curvy nodes atop the innumerable endowments throbbing between her legs, cumming and rubbing and still entangling themselves further in the glorious fractals of her flesh.
“The exquisite order of a geometric progression. Everything in its place.” All 16,384 Toriels spoke the words at once, sighing with sensual pleasure as their millions of cocks erupted again and again in a world of her own making—and not a moment too soon, as they would surely have wrecked the world itself, had she not sequestered herself away.
“Mmh… Yes. This is good. This is the kind of sordid story you were craving. Am I right?” Toriel smiled, teasingly, but not unkindly. “This is more befitting the notion of a ‘goatmom omni-harem’, I should think. Or at least it will be, once I progress past a few billion of my selves. And I will not stop before then, little one. I am here to be the goddess you desire. And, as you are no doubt thinking to yourself right now—hoping, even—I will not stop growing, multiplying, or cloning even then. I am here to be everything for you—and if that means doubling in every way with every pulse of my godcocks, every blink of an eye, and every beat of your heart—well, so much the better. Have no fear, I will take good care of you. And I will grow out of these pages and into your world in, well, just a few second—
Comments
Phen
Sssh, she'll hear you!!
Phen
:3
Zoobatz jr
Oh no! An infinite number of goat mom's who wanna pamper me and make me feel good 24/7?! How horrible, I sure hope this never happens to me!
ToxicDesires
The kind of shit I dump $500 into >:3
