Asriel's College Gains- Part 3 (Patreon)

Asriel's grades soar, but so does his weight! Can he get it under control? No, but come check  out the last part next week!

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Asriel had to admit it- he may have a problem. On one hand, like his father had always said, it was important to keep his mind on the positives in his life. To be sure, he now had the highest grade in his home economics class, and was already being considered for Miss Muffet’s advanced baking course. She had roped him into baking for the spider bake sale, sure, but if it meant easy college credits, that was just one more bonus. To be certain, he had all but perfected a new skill, as he had mastered almost every recipe in his mother’s cookbook. He had even sent a pie back to Toriel, and she only sent a note telling her son how proud she was of him. Oh! He almost forgot, he now had the opportunity to really experiment with his wardrobe, and find a whole new look for himself.

Of course, that new look was out of necessity- he needed to size up his entire wardrobe, and even then, his new clothes for big and tall monsters were already feeling tight. There was no getting around it- he was fat. Asriel groaned and grunted, thick, oversized lovehandles jiggling as he hiked up his pants with all his might, the jeans as tight as sausage casings on his blubbery thighs. His letterman jacket was hopelessly undersized, sleeves tight over thick arms that, while once rippling with muscle, now jiggled with reams of fat. And his shirt could only hope to contain a plush, pillowy chest, as his belly had almost literally snowballed out of control, a massive white boulder that was sticking out a good two feet in front of him and sinking down to meet his knees when he stood.

The goat prince wheezed- getting dressed this way was almost too much of an effort for him. As he huffed and puffed, his round checks worked like bellows, his chin sinking into its new doubles, he started to wonder aloud if maybe he needed to get back to the gym. It was a lot to consider, and just thinking about all that exercising he’d have to do- especially if he ended up with Undyne as a trainer again- was already making him feel tired. He reached into his fridge, grabbing his own homemade pie- butterscotch and caramel, a decadent twist on his mother’s recipe. He would be able to think clearly after a snack.