For Mornil, Asgore enjoying a day out on the beach!
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“Golly, what a beautiful day for the beach!” Asgore chuckled. The goat-like King of Monsters lumbered out on the sand, casting large shadows and taking larger steps wherever he went. Rejoining the monster realm with the human world had been good for Asgore. It gave him some time to finally relax and pursue his hobbies, like gardening, and pick up a few new ones, like powerlifting and baking. His body was a testament to how good he was at both of these disciplines; his arms and legs screamed power and strength by their sheer size and musculature, with blooming biceps, rippling thighs like tree trunks that strained his trunks, and broad, mighty shoulders. His chest was dense and wide, but had a touch of give to it, given what it sat upon, an iron keg of a gut that bounced with each step. It was bulbous and large, but it barely gave an inch, thanks to the goat’s powerlifting.
He stopped just before the water, however. He brought a hand to his chin, scratching his beard thoughtfully. Curling his arm made his beefy muscles swell in response, and he was thinking about burning of some energy, but just as he began to consider what to do first, his stomach growled in protest- his appetite had been growing as of late, and it was no mean feat to actually leave Asgore full these days, no matter how many butterscotch pies he had been making with Toriel. “Hm…” he looked between the muscle beach, where he already spotted some of his guards working out and trying to keep up with Undyne, and the snack stand, manned by Sans and well-stocked to satisfy the king’s appetite. There was no doubt that Asgore would end up doing both, but which first? Ah, decisions decisions…