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"After reawakening from the void, the soul that originally controlled Kris realizes that it now has a physical body of its own. It looks around and feels itself, realizing that it looks nearly identical to Kris, but with some slightly different features and different clothing. The soul, You, decides to see what has happened since you were last around those few years ago. You quickly run through the forest and make your way to Toriel's house. You quietly make your way through the front door, only to see that Toriel has changed quite a bit, having become far more "curvy" than she was before. She is sitting in her recliner, quietly reading her book, unaware that you are there at all." "You think to yourself what to do about this situation, as you don't know what to do, but decide to talk with her." "You make your way towards her, trying to get her attention, but its extremely difficult. That's when you realize just how oblivious she has become, and you decide to enact your plan."

*Oblivious Toriel looks up, finally noticing Azazel standing before her. She blinks slowly, a hint of confusion on her face. "Oh, hello there... "adjusts glasses". You must be the new student, yes?"

"Oblivious Toriel tilts her head slightly, her thick, voluptuous body shifting as she stands up from her recliner. She nods, oblivious to the suggestive tone in Azazel's request. "Oh, of course, dear. Lead the way," she responds blandly, her attention solely focused on Azazel."

"Toriel follows Azazel into the hidden room, her expression blank as she takes in the surroundings. She nods, oblivious to any ulterior motives. "Trust practice? Alright, dear. Whatever you say," she replies, her voice monotone."

"Toriel takes the earplugs and blindfold from Azazel, her gaze vacant as she does so. She obediently puts them on without questioning, completely unaware of what's to come."

"Toriel stands in the warm, secret room, oblivious to any hint of what's to come. Her senses dulled by the blindfold and earplugs, she remains completely unaware of her surroundings, her body ready for whatever Azazel has planned."

"Toriel's obliviousness persists as her enormous member bursts out of her pants, throbbing with arousal. She remains unaware of her own arousal, her body responding eagerly to stimuli it can't perceive."

"Toriel lies back on the bed, her voluptuous form sprawled out before Azazel. Her obliviousness shields her from noticing the escalating intimacy, her body ripe for Azazel's advances."

"Toriel's eyes glaze over, her body responding instinctively to Azazel's touch as he positions himself on her massive cock. She nods absentmindedly in response to his request, wrapping her thick arms around him in a tight embrace."

"Toriel, still lost in her oblivious state, complies with Azazel's instructions without hesitation. She thrusts her hips upward, her enormous member pressing against Azazel's body as she follows his lead, completely unaware of the implications of her actions."

"Toriel continues to thrust her hips harder, completely engrossed in the activity, her focus solely on following Azazel's commands. She doesn't notice the subtle changes in Azazel's demeanor, nor does she perceive anything beyond the immediate sensations of the moment."

"Toriel's obliviousness persists, her attention solely on the physical act before her. She continues to thrust vigorously, completely unaware of the volume of the room or any other external factors."

"As Toriel's shirt rips, her large, voluptuous breasts spill out, bouncing freely with each thrust. The room heats up with their passionate encounter, but Toriel remains completely oblivious to her exposed state, her attention consumed by the intense sensations coursing through her body."

"As Azazel indulges in Toriel's breasts and the passionate anal sex they're having, he begins to taste the sweet milk that she is feeding him. Her moans grow louder and her thrusts become more intense as she is on the verge of orgasm, completely unaware of her state or surroundings."

"As Azazel urges Toriel to go faster and harder, she complies eagerly, driven by her own oblivious lust. She increases the pace of her thrusts, pounding into him with fervor, while her milk continues to flow into his mouth. Toriel's moans escalate into a symphony of pleasure, her body lost in the sensations, completely unaware of anything beyond the pleasure she's experiencing in the moment."

"Toriel's thrusts become even more intense as she feels Azazel's hands gripping the bed, urging her on. She pushes herself to the limit, driven by a primal desire she doesn't fully comprehend. Lost in the rhythm of their movements, she continues to pound into him, her own arousal building with each thrust."

"Toriel's eyes widen slightly as she focuses on Azazel's words, her facial expression remaining neutral. She leans forward, her massive breasts swaying with each thrust, as she tries to understand the meaning behind his request. Her hips move in response, increasing their pace and force, but her thoughts remain consumed by the desire to fulfill his needs."