Momma’s girl



       The bell rang, signalling the start of another day at the local monster school. Students of all shapes and sizes rushed to their respective classrooms, some eager to learn and others not so much. However, one particular classroom stood out as a testament for this statement –Toriel’s classroom.
       As the students filed in, their voices blended into a cacophony of greetings and chatter.
       —Good morning, Miss Toriel!
       They chimed in unison, their enthusiasm palpable, both genuine and fake. Toriel, a kind-hearted goat monster with a deep affection for teaching, smiled warmly at her students, her gentle gaze sweeping across the room.
       Frisk, the only human child in the class, quietly took her seat, her head bowed slightly as she avoided the curious stares of her monster classmates. Despite the welcoming atmosphere, Frisk often felt out of place, a lone human amidst a sea of monsters. She had been accepted into the school through Toriel ever since she found her –lost in the underground, but the transition had not been easy for her.
       Toriel began her lesson, her soothing voice captivating the attention of her students. Today’s subject was literature, and she had chosen a classic tale of adventure and camaraderie. As she read aloud, her students listened with rapt attention, their eyes fixed on the blackboard as she brought the story to life with her expressive storytelling.
       However, the peaceful atmosphere was soon disrupted by a series of muffled snickers and hushed whispers. Frisk could feel the weight of her classmates’ stares, their curious gazes burning into the back of her head. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her fingers clenching the edge of her desk as she tried to focus on the lesson.
       Toriel, being used to her students after years of teaching, could tell when trouble was close by. Almost silently between her words; muted chatter passed by.
       —Is everything alright, class? —She asked, her voice laced with a hint of irony or maybe sarcasm—.
       The students fell silent, their eyes darting around the room as they attempted to appear innocent. Frisk, feeling the weight of the situation, her eyes downcast.
       Toriel’s expression softened with empathy, and she could sense the discomfort radiating from the human child. She knew that Frisk had faced challenges in integrating into the monster community, and her heart ached for the young girl. Gently, she continued the lesson, her focus now divided between the material and the subtle dynamics unfolding in her classroom.
       As the lesson progressed, the whispers and snickers continued, gradually growing louder and more disruptive. Frisk could feel the weight of their gazes, the judgment and disdain seeping through the air. She tried her best to focus on Toriel’s words, but the constant distraction made it increasingly difficult.
       Toriel, her patience wearing thin, attempted to maintain order, her voice rising in a firm yet gentle tone.
       —Class, please focus. Whatever it is, it can wait until recess. —Her eyes scanned the room, her gaze lingering on the fidgeting students—.
       Despite Toriel’s efforts, the disruptions continued, with some students openly mocking Frisk’s human status.
       —Hey, maybe we can have human for lunch today! —One student snickered, his laughter echoing through the room—. King Asgore said humans are evil anyways.
       Frisk felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment, her eyes stinging with the threat of tears. She wanted nothing more than to disappear, to escape the relentless taunts and judgmental stares. Toriel had prepared her for it, explained to her that the best approach was always to talk it out, to forgive and forget –but to practice with a dummy could not compare to this.
       —That is enough! —Toriel exclaimed, her authoritative tone commanding the attention of the entire class—. I will not tolerate this kind of behaviour in my classroom.
       The room fell silent, the students chastened by Toriel’s stern reprimand. Frisk, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears, looked up at her teacher, a glimmer of hope and gratitude in her gaze.
       Toriel, sensing the need to diffuse the tension, took a deep breath and continued the lesson, her voice softer and more soothing than before. She knew that it would take time and patience to mend the divide between Frisk and her classmates, but she was determined to create a safe and inclusive environment for all her students.
       But instead, her protective nature and focus on Frisk had worsen things for her.
       —Hey! Is momma’s girl going to cry? Like a little baby? —One kid continued—.
       —I bet she still gets fed directly. —A second kid jumped in—.
       —I bet if we act like her we can also get a taste of those boobs too!
       —That actually doesn’t sound so bad! Too bad she probably sucks on them all day to let us try.
       Even Toriel listened to them at this point –getting flustered and insulted by the two brats. The voice inside her head telling her to put them in their place, her body eager to use them as an example.
       Not only were they harassing little Frisk but tried to humiliate her by making fun of her –the only right answer was to show the class why the biggest monster wins and why it gets to make all the rules. They had disobeyed for too long. It was her duty as a teacher to show them their place; to show everyone their place in the food chain.
       Toriel’s body began to warm up to this idea as well. Her heart racing and her body sweating from excitement –after all it was the right thing to do if she was to teach the rest about discipline and order. If they wanted to act like babies it was only expected of her to treat them like such…
       Now her body hungered, she could feel it –her breasts swelling, her nipples twitching while the idea of their deserved punishment danced in her mind, growing stronger.
       —Stan, Tony. —Toriel’s voice changed, a firm and strong commanding voice with a hint of something else—. You two, over here.
       Everyone turned to look at both bullies. Some surprised, others hiding their gazes to avoid guilt by association and some with smiles as if mocking them for their carelessness, their eyes saying things their mouths couldn’t.
       But Stan and Tony refused to listen, they remained on their seats as if nothing happened, pretending an innocence that wasn’t theirs to hold on to. Hoping that by ignoring her the punishment would go away, expecting to be unworthy of her time.
       —I am not going to continue my class until you two come here. —Toriel continued—. Or should I call your parents?
       Her threat proved to be enough, as both kids made a run for it in fear of the consequences.
       —Good boys. Now repeat to the class what you wanted to try.
       Every eye focused on the two bullies, they could feel the crushing pressure of judgement crawl inside as they tried to talk.
       —I-I don’t know w-what you mean, Miss Toriel… —Stan spoke first—.
       —Y-Yeah we were just playing, right F-Frisk? —Tony continued—.
       Frisk was ready to answer, her fear being that after their correction they would then leash their anger against her. Something they had done in the past. Nonetheless Toriel would not give her the chance, as she repeated herself.
       —Is that so? —Toriel approached the two kids—. I could swear you said something about my boobs.
       She kneeled in front of the two bullies, her breast leaning forward inviting them to look as she hold them together.
       —How you want to suck them… —Toriel continued, now massaging them against the other—. Like two little babies.
       The embarrassment the two kids felt shifted into excitement; then to fear and back to shame.
       They tried to talk it out but their eyes could not stop looking at Toriel’s lustful play, like a predator hypnotising their prey before they get eaten.
       —Maybe if you first apologize… —Toriel finally flashed them—. …You can ask for a taste.
       Now every kid was in shock as Toriel exposed her perfectly large breasts, covered in white fur except for her pink and perky nipples that seemed to pulsate as she massaged them. With a white liquid leaking from them that looked like milk.
       Every eye was now on them as a mischievous smile from Toriel signalled for trouble. Yet silence continued, Stan and Tony slowly walking towards them with open mouths and ready hands. Toriel’s words falling on deaf ears as they were ready to give them a taste anyways. Their eyes fixated on them while everything else looked like it faded to black.
       —That’s right, don’t be shy now. —Toriel kept inviting them—. Just one apology away- uh!
       As she expected, each bully took a tit for themselves ignoring her demands. Not a single kid could believe it as Toriel moaned in excitement with the two troublemakers sucking on them violently. They were indeed acting like babies now, unable to let go as they tried to suck her dry, more and more of that white liquid leaking as they continued to drink it.
       And before they could realize it, the truth revealed itself on its own. The more they tried to suck the more Toriel’s nipples dilatated. The more they dilatated the further inside the bullies tried to reach for this precious liquid.
       In just a couple of minutes Toriel’s nipples were big enough to let their heads slip inside.
       All the other kids now covered their faces in fear as they saw their classmates being consumed by Toriel’s breasts as she continued to moan.
       Meanwhile, from the perspective of the two bullies it was like heaven for them. The deeper they tried to go the stronger the call.
       If only they could reach in deeper…
       The warmth…
       The smell…
       The sweet promise of more…
       Their bodies were now completely numb as Toriel’s breasts consumed them, her nipples now looking like mouths, the process ever so similar to how a snake eats their food. She didn’t have to do anything but let her body do its job.
       By the half-way mark the only visible response from Stan and Tony was the faint twitching of their legs and their hands trying to push from the inside out; only visible through Toriel’s breasts as hand-shaped bulges came and went at declining intervals. With their minds overtaken, it was the instinct of survival within them trying to fight back but to no avail.
       Toriel on the other hand loved their faint resistance, it was a sensorial pleasure for her to feel their bodies moving around. She had to sit down just to give herself the opportunity to enjoy it as much as possible before the inevitable end.
       And by the time they were finally consumed, the next phase of their punishment began.
       The goat’s body began to change, getting bigger and bigger as the assimilation process kicked in; turning the bullies into nutrients in ways of slow decomposition. Some ended up in her thighs, some went to the hips or her ass, but most remained as now breast fat and milk. Toriel was now bigger and sexier than before.
       Unfortunately for the class, this would not mean the end of it for Toriel was left disappointed –and she would let them know.
       —Frisk, my child… can you point at any other bullies? —Toriel stood up again, her body still re-arranging and growing—.
       Frisk didn’t have to do anything, the pure fear for consequences did everything for her as another pair of kid; scared of what was to come, tried to run. Only to be stopped by Toriel herself.
       —Now, now. There’s nothing to be afraid of…
       And before they could try to apologize, they were forcefully consumed by Toriel’s breasts as well with the same results at the end. Toriel getting bigger one child at a time.
       —Anyone else? —Toriel threatened as she fingered her nipples to fit the last kid inside—.
       But it was only silence now.
       —Good… I don’t think I have to explain what will happen from now on to anyone who attacks another classmate. Do I?
       More silence… Toriel dressed herself, even showing some remorse as her dress was now tainted in breast milk from all that ordeal. Maybe if she used a bra next time…
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       The classroom was hushed, a heavy silence that hung in the air. Toriel, the kind-hearted goat monster and their teacher, stood at the front of the room. Her eyes, usually filled with warmth and understanding, held a steely glint. Her body still showing signs of growth as her breasts still moved on their own and breast milk leaked from within her robes.
       She looked around the class, vigilant, eager to see who else was ready to become her next victim.
       —If that is all… —She began talking again, her voice low and deliberate—. …let this be an example of the consequences of bad behaviour.
       She paused, letting the words sink in. The students exchanged nervous glances. They knew what was coming.
       —I will no longer tolerate those who can’t follow simple orders anymore. —Toriel continued—. Anyone caught doing it again will face the same consequences.
       A murmur ran through the class. Some students looked down at their desks, avoiding Toriel’s gaze.
       —I know that some of you may be feeling scared or confused right now. —Toriel said gently—. But it’s important to remember order and discipline are key for a better future.
       She paused again, her eyes scanning the classroom. Finally, she spoke.
       —Those who can’t keep order nor discipline can only serve as… nourishment- —She almost moaned again, holding her breasts as she daydreamt—.
       The classroom was silent. The students knew that Toriel meant what she said, having turned the bullies into this very nourishment she talked about. They knew that she was not afraid to take action anymore.
       —I want to make it clear that bullying will not be tolerated in this classroom. —Toriel continued—. If you see someone being bullied, please report it to me immediately.
       She paused for a moment, then added.
       —Those who do this will be… —She moaned again—. …compensated.
       Toriel looked around the classroom again. She could see the fear in the students’ eyes, some already exchanging fake smiles to those they wronged.
       —I hope that this experience will teach you a valuable lesson. —She said—.
       As Toriel finished speaking, the students nodded in agreement.
       In the following weeks, a profound transformation swept through the once-troubled classroom. A newfound sense of respect and unity permeated the air, as the students learned from their past mistakes and made positive changes to their behaviour. Toriel, the benevolent teacher, observed this transition with a heart swelling with pride. Her unwavering dedication to creating a harmonious learning environment had yielded remarkable results.
       However, the change was not without its darker undercurrents. Toriel’s methods, though effective, had taken on a sinister edge. Word of the reward system she had implemented quickly spread, prompting some students to resort to deceit in the hopes of getting their peers punished. Even as concerned parents voiced their apprehensions, Toriel saw an opportunity to expand her influence further.
       Driven by an insatiable hunger, she began to consume the so-called unworthy students –those who failed to meet her exacting standards. The underground school became a meticulously curated space, free from the disruptive elements that had once plagued it. Toriel’s appetite grew, and she seized upon even the slightest infractions as justification for her actions.
       The parents’ protests fell on deaf ears as Toriel continued to tighten her grip on the school. She consumed not only the troublesome students but also the parents who dared to question her methods. The underground became a realm where Toriel’s word was law, and any deviation from her vision was swiftly and mercilessly punished.
       The once-troubled school had transformed into a dystopian nightmare, where the pursuit of a perfect learning environment had descended into a twisted obsession. Toriel’s addiction to consumption had become all-consuming itself, and the underground lay in the grip of her insatiable hunger.
       As the days passed, the school’s reputation remained untarnished, with no more complaints from concerned parents. Toriel had successfully eliminated the unworthy elements, leaving behind a student body that adhered to her stringent standards, but still most importantly, one in which Frisk could feel safe in. The silence, however, was deafening, and the true cost of Toriel’s actions began to weigh heavily on the suffocating atmosphere.
       The underground had become a place of fear and compliance, where the students walked on eggshells, afraid of stepping out of line and facing the consequences. Toriel’s presence loomed large, an ever-watchful eye that scrutinized every aspect of their lives. The students, once free-spirited and vibrant, had become mere shadows of their former selves, their individuality crushed under the weight of Toriel’s relentless demands.
       Time seemed to stand still in this bleak, unforgiving realm. The once-bustling school had become a mausoleum, where the whispers of the consumed echoed endlessly, a haunting reminder of the price paid for Toriel’s vision of perfection. The underground had become a place of no return, a realm where the only way to survive was to conform, to become a reflection of Toriel’s ideals.
       As the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, the students lived in a state of perpetual fear, never knowing when Toriel’s gaze would fall upon them, or what transgressions would be deemed worthy of her consumption.
       Any spark of rebellion that may have once flickered in the hearts of the students was swiftly and mercilessly extinguished by Toriel’s relentless vigilance.
       The mere whisper of a plan to reclaim their freedom was enough to invoke Toriel’s wrath. She had made it abundantly clear that any act of defiance or resistance would be met with the ultimate punishment – consumption. The students, broken and beaten, dared not even entertain the thought of challenging her iron-fisted rule.
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