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[tremendousmothergoat]

🍖💨💩 Deltarune Undyne

Very good, detective! You’ve - *urph!* - solved the case!

Toriel rubbed at her stomach as it thrashed about in front of her, a devious smirk on her face. Try as she might, Undyne finally had found something stronger than her: a stomach. And the only thing Toriel was letting out were the belches the once-cop (now-snack) was stirring up.

I do not imagine many will believe you, though. An old goat like me gobbling up random citizens? The whole thing seems.. *Buraaaaaaap!* - quite unlikely! But you do have some hard evidence now, that is for sure! I’m sure the chief will see fit to promote you!

Taking Undyne’s badge off of her torn uniform, Toriel affixes it to the front of her stomach, right above where Undyne is pressing her face out with a muffled plea.

Chief Detective Pudge! The title suits you well, my child. Now, please relax. So much struggling is… *Urrrrrlp.* Hardly befitting of a cop of your stature. You need some time off. Feel free to stay as long as you would like.

Later, Kris returns home from school to find Toriel in a rather good mood. She gives him money to go buy himself fast food for supper, without any mention of what she’ll be having, and shoos him out the door before he can protest. Of course, he can tell why she’s so happy, and when he returns home later, he isn’t surprised to find a torn, drool-spattered cop uniform in the trash, and the toilet bowl sparkling clean. She always cleaned the bathroom after she left a horrid mess in the toilet, he knew that from experience. Underneath the smell of bleach, he could faintly sense a fishy, gassy aroma lingering in the air. Well, he knows better than to ask questions, at this point. He goes off to bed early, not wanting to watch Toriel idly stroking her belly and feeling up the new fat as she reads. Seafood always made her gassy.