I wrote this years ago and it's been up on DA, but it seems appropriate to put up here. Basically a second person story about being pampered into immobility by Toriel. Mild Undertale spoilers.

Still don't really know how to properly format in this comment box, so I highly recommend checking out the .docx!

“Knock knock!” calls the melodious voice from the other side of the door. “Are you awake, little one?” The handle clicks and turns, opening the door. Light streams in from the hallway, joining the sun that is shining from your window. You rub the sleep from your eyes, is it morning already?
Toriel’s smiling face greets you warmly. “Did you sleep well, my child? I hope you did not have any bad dreams.” You shake your head no, you’ve slept quite well. There has been very little to worry about in the world of late, all in all. “That is excellent to hear!” Toriel’s eyes close in a joyous expression. She walks up to your bed, holding some sort of metal contraption. She extends the legs and clicks the top in place, forming a large tray somewhat taller than your bed. “I hope you are hungry. I know dinner was small last night, so I made a bit extra!” Toriel claps her hands together and quickly strides from the room.
You adjust yourself to get ready for breakfast. This is no easy task – months of easy living with Toriel’s excellent cooking have taken a toll on your figure. Laying on your side, you pull the covers back with a chubby hand, exposing your deep navel to the slight chill of the morning air. Your round ball of pudge takes up a large chunk of the bed, sticking out a few feet in front of you and wobbling slightly with your movement. Every part of you has gotten fat – from your three plump chins to your elephantine thighs to your lard-laden buttcheeks – but the majority of your mass rests in front of you, cradled by your legs and left arm as you patiently wait for Toriel to return. Your stomach rumbles – it’s been almost 8 hours since you last ate, and despite consuming multiple family-size bags of chips and an entire pan of brownies, you’re positively famished.
“What acting advice would you give a fried egg?” Toriel grins as she walks in the door, carrying a massive silver tray. On it are piles of various greasy breakfast meats, pancakes dripping with syrup teetering precariously high, and easily an entire loaf of bread waiting to be buttered to excess. It would be a feast for a family of 8, but this meal is just for one person. Toriel sets it down on the stand and says triumphantly, “Ba-con vincing!” She breaks into a giggle fit as you put a hand to your forehead. “Do you get it? Ba-con vincing! Because they are both breakfast foods! I see you smiling, you can’t hide it from me!” She leans in and kisses you on the forehead. You’re forced to admit that it wasn’t the worst joke she’s ever made. “Alright, upsy-daisy now!” Toriel wedges a hand beneath your flabby side and grunts softly as she helps you sit up straight. It takes a moment, but you are gradually brought to a sitting position. You feel your bottom spread out against the mattress, and your stomach fat shakes from side to side as it settles. It spreads out over your chunky thighs, hanging over the edge of the mattress and tickling the cold metal of the stand. You briefly try to stretch your striped shirt down to cover your exposed gut, but it has been a long time since that shirt has come anywhere near covering your immensely overfed middle.
“What would you like to eat first, little one?” Toriel stands up and waves her hand over the offerings she’s brought in. “The pancakes are cinnamon sugar flavored! I did not forget that it is your favorite.” She beams with pride at her skill in anticipating your every desire. “Oh, but I’m afraid the toast is simply ordinary bread… although I have cinnamon sugar if you want it! …Would you want it?” Toriel smiles sheepishly. You give her a reassuring look and tell her that she doesn’t have to worry, you love everything she cooks. It certainly shows in just how big you’ve gotten. Toriel chuckles nervously and says “Hahaha, Sans says I really should not spoil you with such decadent meals… But I love cooking for you so much! And… well… I certainly do not mind how it looks on you…” She blushes profusely and trails off, looking down at the ground.
The loud grumble of your stomach calls Toriel’s attention back, however, and she shakes her head to clear her mind, her large ears flopping against the sides of her head. “In any case, I suppose the pancakes are not a bad place to start. You always finish everything, anyway!” Toriel rearranges the food so that the pancakes are the nearest to the bed. “Say, Aaa~h” She smiles as she slices a large chunk of the stack and brings it to your mouth. A tendril of syrup falls onto your stomach as it enters your waiting maw. The sweet spicy flavor of the cinnamon fills your mouth, a perfect complement to the fluffy doughy pancake. You smile wide to let Toriel know that this is one of her best works yet.
“You like it?” Her face brightens up immediately. “Oh, that is a great relief. I got the recipe from Undyne, you see. Now, ordinarily I am not one to question others without at least trying it first, but it seems that a blowtorch and anvil should not be a part of pancake making. I had to make some adjustments… A lot of adjustments, actually…” She trails off, but quickly begins cutting another piece. “Oh, I almost forgot myself! Say, Aaa~h” In almost no time, the stack of a dozen plate-size pancakes is gone. You rub your gut, feeling the doughy mass packed into your stomach beneath the layer of thick blubber. But Toriel wastes no time, and has what can only be described as a mountain of bacon, sausage, and steak ready for you to eat.
“It is so much easier to find all sorts of food up here on the surface! I am so glad I can make these meals for you. I simply adore seeing you happy,” Toriel blushes. You smile back and open wide, ready for the next course. She happily obliges, and together you slowly decimate the pile of fatty meats. The salt begins to wear on your palette over time, and Toriel notices you eyeing the pitcher on the far corner. “Oh, I almost forgot. Would you like some juice? I have orange and apple juice.” You choose orange. She pours a glass with a straw and holds it out for you to sip from, and you drain it in a matter of seconds. “Oh my, you were thirsty, weren’t you?” Toriel giggles and pats your enormous gut, sending ripples that slap against your thighs. “That’s ok. I am sorry it took me so long to realize.” Toriel apologizes, but you tell her that there’s no need for that. “You are too kind to me, little one,” she laughs, and brings another forkful of calorie-dense meats to your waiting mouth. Grease dribbles slightly down your triple chins as you chew the wad of protein and fat.
“Oh, what a mess,” Toriel admonishes you gently, but her expression lightens as she grabs her apron and reaches for your face. “Let me clean that up for you,” she says as she wipes your chins clean. The last few forkfuls of meats vanish shortly thereafter, and in no time your snowy-white caretaker has buttered and sugared your many slices of toast. The slight saltiness of the butter perfectly blends with the saccharine flavor of the sugar as she brings the slices to your mouth, two at a time.
Toriel muses as you suck down another tall glass of orange juice, “Alphys tells me that human girls put bread in their mouths when they are looking for a mate. I must say, despite my time here on the surface I have never actually seen any human doing this. Could this mean some sort of impending population crash?” You debate internally clearing up the many layers of misconceptions at play, but the thought vanishes from your mind as your mouth is filled with another two slices of bread. It isn’t long before they’re all inside your stomach.
The tray is nearly clear, and you belch softly as your hands rub your flowing belly fat. Toriel smiles sweetly and says, “I promised you a bigger breakfast as an apology for last night, so just wait for me for one moment, please!” before dashing from the room. You belch again, much louder, now that she’s gone. You’re absolutely stuffed, and you wonder slightly about what Toriel has in mind. You don’t have to wonder long.
“Ta-dah! Cinnamon butterscotch pie, a la mode!” She sets down a gigantic plate of your favorite pie flavor, along with a gallon tub of ice cream. It must be two feet wide. Forgetting your satiety, a line of drool escapes as the delicious smell wafts into your nose, thick with sweet buttery cream and hints of spicy cinnamon. “Oh good, you’re still hungry!” Toriel smiles as she notices your obvious excitement. “I was a bit worried it would be too much… but I know how you love to eat! …Don’t tell Sans about this, please? If he knew I was making pies for breakfast, he might stop me from making your meals entirely!” A worried look crosses her face, and you nod in understanding. That’s the last thing either of you want to have happen.
Toriel cuts a large slice of pie from the massive tin and smothers it in ice cream. “I suppose we can’t help this one getting a bit messy…” She notes as thin lines of ice cream dribble down onto your rolls of belly fat. “Oh well, we can clean up after! Say Aaa~h” A flood of thick creamy butterscotch flavor rolls over your tongue as cinnamon notes dance playfully. Buttery crust crumbles easily and gives the slice a delightful balance of textures. The sweet vanilla ice cream tops it off, cleansing your palette even as it is overwhelmed by a rush of flavor. It is perfect.
“Wow, you must really like it!” Toriel giggles. You ate the slice almost as fast as she could feed it to you. You nod, blushing slightly at your own display of gluttony. “Well… that’s ok! If you’re hungry, I’ll just have to feed you!” She brings another slice to your mouth, which is destroyed in short order. One after the other, she packs your stomach to the brim with thick, rich pie and ice cream, your discomfort still losing out to your tremendous hunger as the pie dwindles down to nothing. “Last one! …To be honest, I didn’t expect you to eat it all. I’m so glad you like it!” Your fingers explore your overstuffed stomach, feeling the hard lump beneath the rolls of fat that is packed with all manner of fattening treats. You were actually debating asking her to put that slice off for brunch… but you’re hardly able to say no to Toriel. You open wide, and with some effort you manage to polish off the delicious dessert.
You moan slightly in discomfort, causing Toriel’s ears to perk up. “Oh my, I’m so sorry! I got so caught up… I did not realize how full you were!” She gently pats your fat belly, now sagging down to your calves over the lip of the mattress. “…Would you like a tummy rub?” She blushes slightly, and you nod in agreement. “Okay. Would you mind… um…” Toriel fidgets slightly as she fumbles her words. “Um… would you mind, if it’s not too much trouble… laying together?” Her cheeks flush red at her own request. You can’t help but blush a bit, too – it’s rare for her to be so forward. Not that you mind – Toriel and you have become quite close over the nearly a year you’ve spent living together. The mattress springs creak heavily as you lay down on your side, returning to your sleeping position. Toriel snuggles in behind you, resting her arm on your expansive gut as her nose nuzzles your neck. You can feel her breathe gently on you as her fingers rub back and forth, soothing your aching stomach.
“I’m so happy that you came to stay with me. Every day is simply perfect.” Toriel thinks back on all the time you’ve spent together. “I have to say, I didn’t expect us to end up… like this…” You feel the heat from her embarrassment as she speaks, her voice softening slightly. “But… I am glad that it has. So glad… sho… zzzz…..” she begins to snore quietly as she dozes off. She must have been up awfully early cooking all this. You shrug slightly internally, and, being rather exhausted from the morning’s ordeal yourself, you join her in midmorning slumber.

“Oh, dear, what time is it? It must be nearly 11:00! Brunch is late!” Toriel awoke in a panic, rousing you from your nap. She clambers out from behind you, cleaning up the remnants of the morning’s feast and getting it ready to take back to the kitchen. You smile at her, catching her eye. “Don’t worry, my little one.” She giggles at something. You ask what. “Oh, I was just thinking, I may need a new pet name for you!” She pats your many rolls, causing your entire body to wobble like an enormous jello mold. You blush slightly at her rare display of teasing. “Just kidding! I already have brunch planned, so just stay here and play for a while, alright! Not too much time on the computer, that’s what the books are for!” You nod reassuringly.
Toriel pauses for a moment and looks at you for a moment, then quickly leans in and kisses you on the lips. She pulls away, cheeks tinged faintly pink. “It won’t be long, my big little one.” She smiles as she carries the tray and stand out of the room to prepare your next meal.