Fat Toriel

You fallen down once reach the top of Mount ebott. 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 goat monster with a pair of pudgy cheeks sat atop 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