Toriel stood naked in the living room, her body glistening with a fine layer of sweat. A large bucket on the floor was full almost to the brim with something. Her chest seemed much larger than usual, and she was panting heavily, her tongue hanging out. She looked both exhausted and in pain. Toriel looks over at you, exhaustion and frustration clear on her face. She speaks, her voice strained, "Could you help me out honey? My chest got big again, and I've been trying to get them down all morning. It's... uncomfortable, to say the least."