AMS

warning: puberty

PIE OFF

Toriel was the monster every other monster and Frisk went to to enjoy pie and other sweet treats. Toriel enjoyed baking for her fellow monsters and human child, and enjoyed the looks on their faces even more when they bit into her pies. It filled her with such happiness and pride.

"Hey mom, can you bake some pie for my school's pie competition? I told all my friends that you were gonna win for sure," asked Frisk, smiling.

Toriel looked at her in surprise. Yes, the humans had been nice enough not to wage war against the monsters this time around, but monsters were still a minority. They were below all the human minority groups, that even the minorities looked down on them. It was degrading and hurt their feelings, which was why most of the time, they handed Frisk money to go buy things that they needed like cleaning supplies and clothes. They didn't need human food since they had their magic to make magic food.

"Frisk darling, do you really think that I could win? Against other humans?" Toriel asked timidly, rubbing her paws together.

Frisk's smile slowly fell as she watched the nervous goat who cared about others so deeply.

"Maybe this competition is the very thing that will have humans accept monsters even more," suggested Frisk.

Toriel stopped rubbing her paws and smiled warmly, pulling Frisk into a hug.

"Alright then. I'll do it! But, we'll need to bake a really good pie," chuckled Toriel as Frisk giggled.

For the next several hours, Frisk helped Toriel bake a very large butterscotch cinnamon pie. One that they both poured their heart and soul into, as well as love. Love that they hoped would reach the humans' hearts. Toriel kissed Frisk's forehead and ruffled her hair.

"Goodnight, my child," whispered Toriel before slipping off into her room.

"Night mom," yawned Frisk.

She climbed into her full sized bed and snuggled under her covers before closing her eyes. When her alarm buzzed, she excitedly turned it off and hopped out of bed, then zoomed over to her closet.

"Hmmm, whatever outfit I choose to wear today will be representing the monsters. I need to help make a great impression!"

Frisk chose to wear an outfit she hadn't worn in a long time. Toriel had decided to wear something she also hadn't worn in a long time. They surprised each other when they bumped into one another in the hallway.

"You're wearing that? But, I thought that outfit reminded you too much of the underground?" asked Toriel.

Frisk shrugged and smiled.

"That's why it was the single most perfect outfit to where. It's got all my early monster memories embedded into its very fabric," replied Frisk as she twirled around.

"It looks a little tight on you though," frowned Toriel.

The last thing Toriel wanted was for young boys to get the wrong idea, and Frisk was developing rather quickly for her age.

"Mom, it's just for today. To give us good luck," said Frisk as if she could read Toriel's mind.

Toriel was back in her old royal robes for the same reason Frisk was wearing her blue and purple striped sweater with blue pants and brown boots. The two headed downstairs where Sans, Papyrus, Alphys, and Undyne were at the breakfast table. They all wanted to come support their Queen and ambassador. They all spit out their cereal when they saw the sweater that was hugging Frisk tightly.

"Oh no! You need to go change into something that fits you!" yelled Undyne protectively.

Frisk cocked and eyebrow as she saw what Undyne was wearing. She was wearing a super tight black tank top that didn't do much to hide her large breasts.

"I'm a fish, Frisk. No human is going to look at me the same as another human female," Undyne said, rolling her eyes.

Sans was looking away since he saw the kid as just a kid. He didn't want to believe she was growing up already. Papyrus on the other hand, couldn't stop staring at the headlights until Alphys smacked him on the arm and glared at him through her glasses. Frisk sighed.

"Why does everyone seem to have a problem with my body? Just because I now have these things on my chest doesn't make me any different. They're just mounds of flesh!" protested Frisk as she crossed her arms under her chest.

"Frisk. Once you grow breasts, everything changes whether you want it to or not," sighed Undyne.

Alphys nodded in agreement. "I remember when I started growing them. Nothing was ever the same."

Frisk and Undyne looked over but saw two tiny dots where her chest was. Not wanting to hurt her feelings, they just ignored what she said.

"But seriously, kid. Go change into something else," said Undyne. "I know it sucks and it isn't fair and all that. But just go do it."

But Frisk was determined as she puffed out her chest even more.

"No," calmly said Frisk as she walked towards the table while swaying her hips.

Undyne frowned but decided to let Frisk learn for herself. Later at the competition...

"That is too inappropriate. You need to go change into something else," said Frisk's principal.

"Oh please. Everything is covered. You're just an old pervert!" shot back Frisk.

"I'm married to a beautiful woman. I don't get off to seeing kids with adult bodies dress up like there's no consequences," said the principal as he sighed.

"I still don't get it. They're just breasts!" protested Frisk. "Why is it that men can do whatever they want with their attire and women can't?"

The principal raised an eyebrow at that.

"Since when do you see men walking around with their junk hanging out? And yes, men can go shirtless because they don't have breasts, and it is socially acceptable for men to be shirtless. Women have to be more modest," explained the principal.

"Well, until men aren't allowed to go shirtless, I'm gonna continue to wear what I want to wear," shot back Frisk.

The competition hadn't started yet because the principal was needed to start it.

"If you don't change out of that sweater, I will make sure your monsters lose," threatened the principal.

Frisk's determination fell as she stared up into his smirk.

"Fine. You win. I'll change," Frisk mumbled, looking down.

The principal nodded then went to go start judging. The monsters all looked back at Frisk with sadness, and went back to their booth. Frisk stayed out of sight until she heard her mom get awarded with something, then she smirked as she came out. Everyone gasped in shock as several women covered men's eyes. The principal, now fuming, stormed over to Frisk. His whole face was red and she could swear she saw steam coming out from his nose and ears.

"I thought we had a deal," he said through gritted teeth.

"A deal? You mean where I said I would change out of my sweater? Well, I did change out of my sweater," Frisk said innocently as she clasped her hands behind her back and swayed, her breasts bouncing slightly as her bra struggled to hold them. She then turned away from him.

"Guess what everyone! This guy told me to change out of my sweater, or else he would make sure my friends didn't get anything! But my mom's pies are the best!" shouted Frisk.

The people began glaring at the principal.

"What? No no no! You got it all wrong! Yes, I did tell her to change out of her sweater, or else I would fail her monsters, but it was an empty threat to get her to change into something more modest!" pleaded the principal.

"I'd rather her wear the sweater now, if anything. Just to cover herself," mumbled Sans as he covered his eyes, his whole skull blue.

Papyrus whole face was orange as he also covered his eyes. Toriel sighed as she took off her jacket and wrapped it around Frisk. No one had noticed before, but the robes Toriel was wearing was also tight on her as her form was being tightly hugged by her outfit. Frisk gasped in surprise.

"Your clothes were also tight on you, but you told me to change out of mine?" asked Frisk.

Purple tinted Toriel's cheeks as she looked away, embarrassed.

"I at least covered myself with a coat. You could have done the same," replied Toriel.

"No! You shouldn't have had to wear the coat. You're a female, and female have breasts mom! You should be able to wear what you want as long as you're not showing actual skin. Who cares if the outfits hug you a little? As long as you're not walking around like this," Frisk emphasized her point by opening up the coat to reveal her skin again.

Just then, a man came up and tried some of Toriel's pie.

"Oh my gosh! Her pie is amazing! I haven't smiled this much in years! Ma'am, what place did you get?" asked the man who was smiling.

"Oh! Uh, I got third place," smiled Toriel. "Better than no place."

"What?! I went around and tasted every single one of these pies, and yours is much better than anyone else's. I vote for you to have first place!"

Just then everyone else went up to form a line to taste her pie and they all voted for Toriel to have first place.

"No no. Judging is final. She's third place whether you all agree or not," huffed the principal stubbornly.

"That's okay," said Toriel who was tearing up with tears of joy, " As long as I'm first place material to all of you, that's all that matters to me. Thank you all, my children."

People erupted in cheers while Sans grabbed Frisk and teleported back to the house, and threw her in her room, then closed her door.

"Hey! What was that for?" asked Frisk.

"Put a shirt on, kid," smiled Sans.

"Aw, the skeleton can't handle seeing girly parts?" teased Frisk.

"It makes me a little uncomfortable, yes. Just telling ya the naked truth," winked Sans before walking away.

From that day on, people were more accepting of the monsters, and gave women more rights.