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hit me with more feedee copia hcs. im obsessed.

mmm ofc ofc. come to me my friend, and lets discuss feedee copia <3

He's always been self conscious of his size, and was berated at various periods when he would gain weight due to stress. So when he became front man of Ghost he was trying to be confidant while struggling with internalized fatphobia. What he was afraid to tell anyone (even Aether or Cirrus or Dew at first) was the way he would get turned on at how his form fitting suits would accentuate the soft parts of his thighs and hips (you know the pictures I'm thinking of).

He enjoys dinner parties and meal times, socializing and drinking. It doesn't take long for the ghouls to realize he likes to eat and they take full advantage of his pliability. they can also Tell that he is aroused by the gentle stuffing, and see how his hands ghost over his cassock or suits by the ends of the meals, the blush on his cheeks.

So of course they start feeding him outside of meal times. Snacks brought to his office, enforced breaks and visits to the kitchen, the ghouls offering him weed because they know he gets raging munchies. and he is too shy to be upfront about how much he enjoys it all, and to acknowledge that its even something he's into.

he's supposed to be dieting, Sister Imperator made it clear that his image is important to the Ministry. But what about gluttony, the ghouls whisper? Really, him being hedonistic for all the clergy to see should be a good thing. And with the way his suits are straining to accommodate his growing belly, everyone should be thanking them.

Even when he's bouncing on Aether's cock or Cirrus's strap and being told how good he is for eating as much as he did, he is shy to admit that he's into feedism. Even when he's getting measured for a new suit and his belly is heavy with food, he will stutter about how it isn't that noticeable. He could be blissed out, still opening his mouth for another bite, and the next morning he will insist he's cutting back on calories. Right before swiping a croissant from the counter and avoiding everyone's knowing gazes.

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babes feedism is such a normal and common kink and we all just hate ourselves bc our fatphobic culture puts all the attention on the predators in the community . Like name a more common sensual experience than eating. why the fuck wouldn't that be associated with sex

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Weight gain + ego gain, but as a result of your feeder's/admirer's absolute worship of you

It's a little unfamiliar at first, the way they tend to your body with absolute unquestionable devotion, the way they shower you with praise that leans less towards what a good boy/girl" and more into "you're utterly divine" "your appetite is so wonderfully immense" "your growth is my religion"

You don't really know what to think of it all, but the longer it goes on for... the more the words sink in... First you feel like you deserve the worship, then you feel entitled to it as you become bigger and bigger and their intense devotion ramps up, as too does your ego and sense of self-importance, your lust for more pleasures, more and more

They're such a devout little worshipper after all, maybe you are a deity of gluttony

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THAT'S RIGHT BABY ITS A WG DRIVE

Maxim, Lavish, and Spoils ain't the only execs at SINCORP. Meet Pitch and Apex, the Executives of Gluttony and Pride! Wanna see what their actual designs are (and perhaps... beyond???) LETS PUT SOME MEET ON THOSE BONES!!

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MAY THE BIGGEST GIRL WIN!!!!

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Hello hello! Could I possibly request Copia bursting his buttons? Possibly the buttons of the hideous floral shirt he was wearing in the burger fic!? Also it would be super cool if he got really flustered! I live for your fat Copia writing it is amazing ✨️

ask and you shall receive!! This is a follow up prompt to this little bitty bit and i had a lot of fun writing this uwu The return of the floral shirt, but also...the Demise of it?? hehe.

feeding/stuffing (a little bit of force used), chugging. u know whats up. ENJOI

The barbecue had gone well. Stretching late into the afternoon, the evening sun hanging low and seemingly refusing to dip beyond the horizon. It being summer, it wouldn't disappear for a few hours more. Crickets chirped along the nearby pond's edge, frogs and birds calling back and forth. The air was cooling slowly, but heat lingered beyond the shade of trees that most of the Ghouls and Siblings had been relaxing beneath.

Aether had been diligently tending to the grill most of the day, breaking only now and again to go for a quick swim or sit by the edge of the garden fountain. He had a duty and he took it quite seriously; feeding hungry clergy members was no small matter.

Although, perhaps he had been a bit overzealous with the amount of food he had grilled, especially as the day wound down. Appetites were encouraged always, and many of the barbecue-goers had periods of time where they simply laid lazily together, bellies full of food and beer and wine. Maybe it was his own appetite peeking through that led him to grilling more than was needed. Maybe it was his Papa's appetite, or simply his constant presence by the grill and the mismatched puppy eyes he sported as he would watch Aether flip patties amongst the flames.

Wiping his forehead for hopefully the last time that evening, Aether took stock of the leftovers. Quite a few hot dogs, a few patties, only two bags of potato chips (one was half empty), the remnants of dips in crusty bowls, empty charcuterie boards with grape stems and crumbs of cheese rinds. Other Ghouls had already helped pick up the various beer cans, wine bottles, and plastic cups littering the area. The tell tale signs of hedonism were abound, but to leave the trash was not on the agenda.

A content hum rumbled in Aether's chest as he began packing up the meat in various glass containers. Absentmindedly, he plucked a hot dog up and bit the end. Warm, but getting cold.

“Need some help lugging this back to the kitchen, tesoro?”

Warm, gloved hands smoothed over his back and Copia came around his side, hand diving into the half empty chip bag. At some point in the day he had buttoned up the hideous tropical shirt – Aether suspected it had something to do with preserving some dignity as his white under-tank had begun to ride up after more than a few hot dogs and burgers. How much dignity was preserved, Aether wasn't totally sure, as the shirt was now achingly tight against his Papa's bloated, round belly. The buttons were gaping, digging into his strained middle.

Beyond the glutting on hot dogs and burgers, Copia had been grazing the whole day. Aether had watched him, the few times Copia had wandered away from the grill, as he walked amongst his clergy members and shared snacks and drinks. Nobody wanted to deny their Papa, and he was offered chips, sweets, beer, sips of wine, hits off joints, bites of fresh fruit. To spoil their Papa was a priority.

Copia, surely noticing Aether's gaze, rubbed one hand nonchalantly over his middle.

“You've been hard at work all day,” he continued. “Everyone seems to have run off and left you to clean up.”

Aether found himself swallowing thickly, watching Copia dig for more chips.

“I would appreciate some help, thank you.”

Brushing his hands clean, Copia grinned and clapped. “So! What shall I carry?”

* * *

They left the trash bags for someone else to collect, and Copia ended up only carrying the chip bags and container of leftover meat. He continued to nibble as they walked back to the ministry, chattering away about how delightful the day had been.

“I really think we could benefit from one of these barbecue days every weekend...or every other.”

Aether huffed and set down the pile of shit he'd been balancing in his arms. A cooler for the frozen food, another cooler for beer, a thermal bag for the condiments. Strapped around his back was the folding camp chair Copia had occupied for most of the day. He slung this off and stretched, cracking his back.

“So you said. Aren't you worried you'll outgrow all your costumes before the next tour?” he leaned on the kitchen counter Copia had deposited the chips on, and reached out to graze a thumb over Copia's middle. “You went a bit wild with the food today.”

Copia hummed and pushed himself up to sit on the counter with a “hup” and a grunt. He kicked his feet and leaned back on one hand, the other going to follow Aether's movement.

“Hmmm...a good point. But that's what tailors are for, si?”

Aether moved closer, licking his lips. Now that Copia was sitting, the shirt was pulled even more tightly as his belly was able to rest on his upper thighs. It was stupidly hot, despite the obnoxious touristy floral print.

“Are you going to wear one of these for every barbecue?” he tugged at the collar. “It's...certainly a look.”

“It is, eh? I thought it was fun! I wear so much black, sometimes you gotta have a little brightness.”

“Mhm.” Aether glanced to the glass container of leftovers, beginning to fog with moisture. “And do you...intend to buy more, or is this the only one?”

Copia made a psshhh sound and waved dismissively. “I can always get more. Why, hm? Want one for yourself?”

“Oh, no. Thank you, but I would never wear it. I ask because...well, it's barely holding on even now. I don't think it'll last another burger or hot dog, let alone another whole day of eating like you did today.”

Copia's belly, as if on cue, grumbled. His cheeks were pink now, and Aether could tell he was chewing the inside of his cheek.

“You think? I suppose I shouldn't propose you feeding me those leftovers, then. Shame.”

Another rumbled hum. Copia watched intently as Aether slid the leftovers close, before carefully prying the lid off.

“No need to propose,” he said quietly.

Copia licked his lips, pupils blown. He leaned closer and opened his mouth expectantly, moaning a bit as Aether slipped the end of a hot dog in. He bit down, the skin still taut enough to snap beneath his teeth. After a few bites his lips were coated in a slight sheen of grease, and Aether could feel his pants straining as he watched intently at the pink tongue that darted out to lick the grease away.

His Papa hummed contentedly once the last bite of hot dog was finished. He leaned back, and pressed a hand to his belly.

“Seems to still be holding up. Should we risk a beer?”

Aether was more than ready, cracking open a lukewarm one from the melted cooler. He sipped it first, before passing it to Copia.

To his surprise (or really...not), Copia took it and began to chug, pinky stuck out. His Adam's apple bobbed with every gulp, and his eyes drifted shut. His free hand was still smoothing lazily over his belly, fingertips grazing the straining buttons.

As soon as he finished he crumpled the can in his fist, not even bothering to muffle his belch. He dropped the crumpled can behind him on the counter, and then hiccuped loudly.

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly, the tips of his ears pink.

There wasn't much time to worry about the hiccup before Aether resumed pushing food on him. Another hot dog, then a slightly dry burger patty sans bun. Every other chew had Copia hiccupping, and he motioned for another beer. Aether was watching him reverently, making sure he had food in hand and that his sides were getting lovingly stroked. He couldn't help but snatch up one of the ketchup bottles, and squirted some on the next patty before bringing it to Copia's mouth. It smeared on the edges of his mouth, but he didn't seem to care, swiping at it with a thumb and sucking it clean before opening again for Aether.

It was driving Aether wild, watching Papa continue to gorge himself. The way his gut jumped with each hiccup, his eyelids growing heavy, sometimes muffling his belches but most of the time forgoing it. And Copia wasn't just waiting for Aether to feed him, sometimes seemingly impatient enough to reach for the container himself and pluck more meat to shovel past his lips. It was absurdly hot and hedonistic, to watch his belly swell even more, full of beer and flesh. Copia was grunting and groaning, eyes glazing over.

Aether reached for more food and found his fingers meet only glass, wet with juice and condensation. A glance back at Copia, where he was struggling to keep himself propped upright, one hand on the ridiculous swell of his gut. He belched wetly, other hand slipping a bit on the counter.

“N' more?” he slurred, frowning.

“I'm afraid so. You finished it all, Papa.”

“O-oh.” A hiccup, a small burp. He sloppily wiped a hand across his mouth. “I...I uh, I feel...”

Aether was trying not to pant, cock throbbing. He knew he must look wild with lust as he leaned closer to Copia, breathing hard through his nose. Not really thinking beyond desire, he picked up another can of beer and opened it, pushing it into Copia's hand and guiding it up to his lips. Copia could only groan and close his eyes, barely registering how some of it missed his mouth and trailed down his chin. All he could do was drink, throat slowly working.

After half of the can was downed, he pulled his lips away with a gasp and another deep groan.

“You feel...?” Aether pressed, eyes wide with anticipation.

Copia burped, licking his lips. “I feel....I feel huge.”

And then it happened, a tight ripping sound and they both looked down, mouths agape. Over the widest swell of his belly the horrid shirt had ripped between buttons as they gave out, and Copia mewled. It was a relatively cheap shirt and wasn't the most well made, but fuck. And as if the gracious Dark Lord himself was looking down on them, the button of Copia's pants gave out as well, popping off and skittering across the kitchen floor to be lost among the dust bunnies. His full, heavy belly filled in the space, but not as much as if he had pushed the zipper down as well. He looked a fucking mess, eyes glassy and face red, literally bursting out of his clothes because of his gluttony.

“O-oh,” he repeated, hiccupping. “Shit.”

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If she wasn't dead Sister would kill him for how much of the clergy budget he spends on getting bigger clothes

(Big ol stuffed Copia under the cut! Feed that pope!!)

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is it a prompt to ask you to continue the one about copia not having to lift a finger and everyone love him

It is time. This is a continuation/in the same vein as this previous prompt of Copia being nice n big and pampered by his ghouls. This is almost 2k words wowza i hope you enjoi!!

cumulus x cirrus x aether x copia, feeding/stuffing, weight gain. u know the drill

The couch probably should not have been able to hold all of the weight currently straining it. It was a bit of an unholy miracle that it was, and especially as the occupants were not the lightest of people.

”Here, darling, open up.”

Cumulus twisted some of the remaining fettuccine around the fork and held it carefully above the plate, moving it closer to Copia. She was sat close to him, her cloven hoofed-feet tucked beneath herself and her end of her tail twitching not unlike a satisfied cat. A deliciously curvy, fat Ghoulette, her own belly rested plushly in her lap, and her t-shirt clung to the skin.

Copia, reclined as he could be on the couch, licked his painted lip and leaned forward with his mouth open expectantly. He was well and truly fattened up now, face softer and rounder and an impressively wide, heavy belly that rested on his similarly thick thighs. Not currently wearing a suit, he instead sported a plain grey t-shirt and sweat pants. It was one of his days off, after all, so it was a day to be cozy.

And cozy he was, as the fork was pushed past his plush lips from one side, and a goblet of wine was held to his other. Cirrus sat reclined as well, legs crossed and tail flicking imaptiently while she examined the light wine bottle clasped in her other clawed hand. Leaner than Cumulus and toned with muscle, she wore a black collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up and front open. If Copia was too slow to drink from the goblet, she was more than satisfied to sip occasionally.

”Good boy,” Cumulus said, already retwisting the fork.

Copia hummed and smiled with full, pink cheeks. His eyes were glassy with drink, and he chewed slowly and lazily. No rush at all for this Imperator.

Another forkful to finish off the plate, and then a long sip of the wine.

”You spoil me,” he huffed, one hand moving to smooth over the tight upper curve of his belly.

”It's our job. Since I still go on tour, Aether and Cumulus have to make sure you're getting well taken care of when I'm not around to help.” Cirrus tossed back the last of the wine and set the goblet down. ”But when it all lines up and we can all be together...spoiling is only natural.”

Copia was delightfully awkward, a blushing mess as he twiddled his gloved hands where they rested on his middle. Even after his promotion, months now, he was shy as ever off stage. Their powerful Imperator, but forever their Papa, their Cardinal. And they knew their Papa loved to be spoiled. He had put on weight following his Ascension, but had remained somewhat fit, as he was a naturally energetic performer and partier. It seemed all it took was a job change that had him sitting on his ass all day and attending meetings. While he was no longer partying on the road, he was being indulged day in and day out at the Ministry. This day had been spent cuddling, grazing on snacks and wine, video games, and worshipping each other's bodies. On most days it was usually one or two of the Ghouls, Cumulus, Aether, or Cirrus depending on their schedules. It had been nearly a week since all three were able to spend the day together.

Cirrus shifted where she sat, leaning forward and smoothing a hand over Copia's thigh to his lower belly. He moaned, deep in his chest, as she pinched at the soft fat below his navel.

The door opened and clicked shut, and Aether hummed in approval as he approached with a covered tray balanced on one hand, another bottle of wine tucked under his arm.

”Mmm, I hope you haven't had too much fun without me, loves.”

Bending over at the back of the couch, he pressed a long kiss to Copia's soft cheek. He passed the wine back to Cirrus and began to move around the furniture. Once he was on the other side, he lifted the cloche with a, ”ta-da!” and a flourish.

Copia's eyes widened and he smiled. ”Ah! You spoil me, tesoro.”

A delectable tiramisu, beautifully dusted with cinnamon and sugar. Made by the Ghoul himself, no doubt. He had been enjoying his time in the kitchens since retiring from the tours. And it certainly was benefitting Copia.

”No, now we're really going to spoil you,” Aether said, placing the cloche on the make shift desk. He kneeled down in front of the couch and passed the serving tray to Cumulus.

Copia really only had one job: open his mouth and eat was offered. Cumulus delicately dipped the silver spoon into the dessert, making sure the bite was just the right size before bringing it to his lips. And it was easy enough at first, to do that one job. Awkwardly, he never really knew where to put his hands while he was being fed, so he kept one hand close to Cumulus on the back of the couch and the other on the other side with Cirrus. As before, he was offered dessert wine every few bites.

The difficult part of the job came when Aether slipped a hand past Copia's tight waistband to clutch at his cock. Copia could never help the little yelp and whimpers at the first touches, despite Cumulus having been down his pants earlier that day. Aether's hands were larger, his fingers thicker, and his nails blunter. The feel of those claws scraping over the sensitive skin of his fupa had Copia jumping, lips trembling as he wrapped them around the spoon.

And Cirrus, never one to be left out, set down the wine again. She eagerly scooted forward, gaze roving Copia's body hungrily. A pinch at his lower belly again, to see his eyes widen, a slap to the side of his gut. Finally, she slipped her own hand beneath his t-shirt and it found its way up to his plush chest. A tweak at one of his puffy nipples had Copia jumping, hands twitching violently.

”G-gentle!” he whined. He was beginning to pant now, head buzzing with wine and belly taught with food. How much pasta had he eaten? Was it three portions? And that bottle of wine? He'd had a heavy lunch as well, more than a few mini calzones....

”Always, Papa,” Aether cooed, breath hot where he was leaning closer to Copia's crotch. Copia's head felt light when he looked down and realized he could only see the top of Aether's head past the wide swell of his own gut. Fuck, he was big.

Head falling back, he realized his breathing was short. He hadn't realized how aroused he'd become, so lost in the cuddling and feeding that it had been a low burn in his groin, almost ever present these days. His Ghouls took such good care of him, making sure he was always comfortable.

When Aether dipped his head low and mouthed at Copia's cock, the Imperator couldn't do much else other than groan and grip the back of the couch, eyes rolling shut as he tried to move his hips forward under his own weight. Cirrus was mouthing at his chest now, hands kneading at the soft fat of his pecs and licking over faded stretchmarks.

A tap from a claw had Copia coming back to himself, realizing that Cumulus was holding out another spoonful of tiramisu. He glanced at the tray and felt his cheeks burn when he saw it was half cleared.

”I had a bite or two as well,” Cumulus said, licking her lips. ”It's inspired, Aether. I could eat a whole tray myself.”

”There is more downstairs,” the Ghoul breathed, one hand reaching to smooth along Cumulus's thigh. His claw traced a large stretchmark. ”I encourage you to follow through.”

Copia huffed, his cock twitching. His Ghouls, his beautiful lovers. Taking care of each other, of him, hand in hand in Sin. They'd all put on weight as a result of their indulgences, and at the center of it all was their Papa.

It was nearly overwhemling now, the attention from every angle.

”I...I am already...already close,” he panted. He looked to the tray. ”The rest, please.”

Biting her lip and humming, Cumulus deftly scooped more tiramisu for him. Another bite, another bite, and one last one. She licked the tray and spoon before setting them down on the floor.

”And the wine.”

Though it was a bit disappointing to Cirrus to pull off of his nipple and retrieve the bottle. Not bothering with the goblet, she brought it to Copia's lips and tipped it back slowly, gaze intent on him to be sure he wouldn't choke.

And choke he did not, having become quite the expert at chugging. Wine, beer, energy drinks. He'd chugged them all. And the dessert wine was light, though it went straight to his head regardless.

As soon as he'd finished it off and the bottle was removed, he belched. It turned to a moan, and he felt his cock throb. If this wasn't hedonism, he wasn't sure what was.

”Oh, Papa, you're gorgeous,” Cumulus purred, her hands moving to card through his hair and wipe a stray tear from the corner of his eye. He always got a bit weepy at this point. She continued to massage circles into the taught skin of his upper belly, her other hand supporting the back of his neck. He was becoming even more pliant beneath all of their hands and mouths, body humming with heat. He was so full, so fat and heavy with food and blissed out.

And he hadn't had to lift a finger.

A particularly expert twirl of Cirrus's tongue on his nipple and a lave of Aether's tongue had him tipping over the edge, moaning gutterally as he came hard and fast. Aether lapped up his spend graciously, massaging his balls as he emptied. Cirrus sighed against his chest and moved to kiss his throat. Cumulus tucked hair behind his ear and splayed her hand over his belly. He didn't mean to grip both of the Ghoulette's hair and shoulders as he came, but it couldn't be helped.

Copia sighed heavily as he came down from his orgasm. His body relaxed, nearly numb now and pliant. His belly rose and fell in time with his pants, slowing down as he was petted gently and his forehead patted dry. Aether had gone to retrieve the wet wipes and bottled water across the office, and he placed gentle kisses on Copia's belly as he cleaned him off.

”Feel good, C?” Cirrus pecked at his neck with her lips.

He nodded, wordless at first. Gulping down another mouthful of water (and ignoring the ache of his stomach), he nodded again. ”Si. S-si, thank you. Thank you, my loves.”

He patted weakly now at them, and motioned for Aether to stand and receive a kiss.

After several more moments of comforting and pets, he sighed contentedly.

”And now, my Ghouls? What shall we do about...you all.”

The Ghouls exchanged smiles.

”Well,” Cumulus started, shifting where she sat and tracing a claw on his leg. ”We figure, you have two thighs, and one mouth. How shall we divide it up?”

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*delirious with lust* you're getting so fat sweetie

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Who's thirsty? 😋🐮

(Lactation version under the cut have some man milk)

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im figuring out how to make bodies actually wide and not just skinny with some roundness

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Did somebody say Copia progression pic

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anon cos im shy but would u consider writing cicopia where copia eats too much and begs cirrsu to rub his stuffed tum 👉👈 pls and thanks!! (also obvs u dont have to if u dont want to)

HI this came out longer than the drabble i originally had in mind. I hope you enjoiiii

A whimper. A grunt. Cirrus was waiting patiently in Copia's quarters, legs crossed and laid back on the bed as she flipped through a book from his nightstand – but she heard his quiet noises through the walls, the doors, out in the hallways as he returned from the dinner party. She was quite the expert at tuning out what she didn't need or care to listen to, but she could lock onto her lover's voice (be it an awkward yelp or quiet huff of breath) at a moment's notice.

She grinned and shut the book, tossing it back in the drawer and clambering off the bed. Sometimes she wished she could attend the dinner parties with him, sit close and watch him fumble with his utensils. Such an awkward sweetie. Oh, to dab at the corner of his mouth with a napkin and refill his goblet with more wine.

But truth be told, she quite liked the waiting game. She thoroughly enjoyed the anticipation, wondering how much he had eaten or drunk. Even now, as she made her way towards the entrance of his room, she could feel her cheeks warming at the thoughts. Copia was not known for being shy with his appetites.

The key was turning in the lock now. He was mumbling to himself on the other side, dropping his keyring, mumbling again. She could almost smell the alcohol from here, could tell he was drunk.

Door finally opening, and Copia slouched in the frame. His papal paint was still fairly neat, but it was clear his eyes had been watering and his lipstick was smudged on his bottom lip. In his well fitting black shirt and waistcoat, and deliciously tight pants, he seemed put together enough.

”Cara miiiiiio,” he greeted, one hand running through his hair. ”I, eh...sorry, I. I meant to be back a little bit earlier, but you know...time flies away when you're having fun, eh?”

Cirrus smiled, standing tall and with her hands folded behind her back. ”Of course, C. Understandable. Everyone wants a piece of you...and I don't blame them.”

Stepping closer, she traced one claw down the front of his waistcoat, pushing in gently where his belly was roundest. He mewled.

”Wanna tell me what you had for dinner?” She toyed with the buttons, stepping closer to him. ”Give me the play by play.”

”Mmmm...,” Copia hummed, eyes drifting shut. ”Oh, you know...just...it was a very boring dinner this time, in the beginning. What else can you do but drink and eat?”

”Not quite the detail I was hoping for. I'm a little bit disappointed.” She pouted.

Copia groaned and shifted where he was standing lopsidedly, arm up against the door frame and then pressing his forehead to his arm. ”I don't remember! I...I...uh, some little breads! Si, little breads, fancy spreads and...you know the basics.”

Cirrus hummed and continued to poke at him. ”Well, if your clothes are anything to go by, I'd say you had a lot of little breads.”

”Mhm...and soup. Tasty minestroni with parmesiano on top.” He gestured vaguely with his free hand, mimicking a circular grating motion.

”Soup and cheese sounds lovely....”

Copia seemed to perk up. ”Si! I told them they might as well leave the whole block, hehe. I like, uh, cheese.” He muffled a burp behind his fist.

”Mhm.” Cirrus's tail swished gently behind her, a controlled motion. Not that talking about cheese was exciting her, but she was now thinking about grating cheese straight into his mouth.

”So I had some soup...a couple of bowls...and then eh, we had some pasta, some oysters, some...some....” Copia's eyebrows knitted as the gears worked in his head.

Cirrus smiled, and she moved closer, smoothing her hand from his middle around his waist to his back. He hummed and stumbled, being corralled away from the door. A clumsy kick with his foot closed the door, and then Cirrus pushed him back hard, a firm hand on his chest. He moaned, crumpling as his knees briefly knocked.

”Poor boy, you don't even remember what you had to eat,” she purred. ”You don't really think about it much, do you? Someone puts a plate in front of you and you've got a job to do.”

He nodded sloppily, a wisp of hair fallen across his forehead.

”And clearly someone was keeping your glass topped up. How many fingers am I holding up?” A sharp toothed grin as she waggled her fingers, changing the number.

Copia blinked rapidly, obviously trying to keep count as she wiggled between numbers.

”I – I – I,” he fumbled. He opened his mouth again to answer but belched, followed by a whimper. His ears were bright pink, and it was creeping down his neck.

”That's what I thought. C'mere love, I'll take care of you.”

A grateful moan as Cirrus wrapped an arm around him, finally leading him away from the door. He shuffled, nearly tripping over the edge of a rug but clinging tightly to her like a child.

They moved slowly through the apartment, with her guiding him around furniture (and him still managing to knock his shins). She had preemptively dimmed the lights and cleared a path for him, forseeing his intoxication. His quarters were not the worst, a bit unorganized and in need of some tidying, but nothing a sibling or Ghoul couldn't help with. Being a Papa was busy work after all. Could she have tidied up while she waited? Probably.

”There you go. Sit down and I'll help you get those off.”

Copia sat heavily on the edge of the bed, before groaning and then falling back with his legs stuck out. Cirrus could only chuckle as she kneeled, gently taking his ankle before untying and prying off his shoe. She gave his socked feet a playful rub and tickle, relishing in his panicked sqeaks and giggles before settling back on her haunches. She took in the sight of him from this angle: the spread of his legs, his bulge, and then the sudden curve of his full belly where it strained against the confines of his shirt and waistcoat. The way his belly rose with each inhale, the clothing fighting the swell...Cirrus bit her lip and palmed her groin, furred cheeks growing hot.

”Are you ever coming up or...or are you gonna gimme a foot job?” Copia wiggled his toes.

”Mmm...maybe next time.”

Cirrus grunted and stood, using Copia's legs for support. She dug her nails into his thick thighs, grinning as he yelped. She stood over him, continuing to watch the rise and fall of his belly and chest. His arms were thrown back on the bed on either side of his head, his hair mussed. Wet, mismatched eyes watched her through heavily lids, and a pink tongue darted out to the corner of his mouth.

”First, I think its imperative that we get that waistcoat off,” she finally said. ”I admit I didn't prepare anything else for you to eat...I know, I know. Don't look at me like that. Sit up.”

It was a struggle, and she had to help by holding his hands and yanking back. One of his hands immediately went to cradle the side of his belly, and he whined.

”Gentle, gentle, tesoro,” he panted.

She didn't want to be gentle, truth be told. She wanted to rip his clothes off, shred them up with her claws, and then shove him back down again and slobber over the spots where the clothing dug in and left marks. She wished she had brought some treats from the kitchen so she could push them past those plush lips, feed him more and watch him struggle. But alas. Mistakes were made.

”Now. Suck in, if you can.”

Copia did as he was told, or tried to. A dramatic inhale, and his belly...well, it kind of withdrew. Just enough that she was able to work the buttons undone fairly easily.

”Good. Now...pants?”

Another inhale. The button was harder to undo, but the moment it was, Copia could not help the moan that escaped him as he relaxed his stomach. Though still confined to the tight shirt, the lower swell quickly filled out the space between the flaps. Soft, warm, fuzzed, Cirrus could feel her mouth fill with drool as she fought the urge to immediately dig her hands into the pudge. Instead, she whistled.

”There you go. Feeling better, love?”

Copia had beaten her to the punch of touching his belly, a gloved hand pinching and smoothing over the underside of the soft fat. She could see the markings from the buttons and rivets, and the ghost of old stretchmarks.

”Si,” he breathed.

The shirt. It was so tight on him, and without the waistcoat, it was clear it wouldn't fit him much longer if his eating habits didn't change – and there was a fat chance of that happening. The buttons were gaping, struggling to keep the shirt closed. Pale skin peeked through, begging to be poked and prodded. Though there were many creases directly around the buttons, the swell of his belly filled out the rest of the shirt, agonizingly absent of loose folds of fabric. His chest had filled out as well, and right below the soft pecs was the dramatic curve of his full gut.

Copia moaned again, and it trailed into a pathetic whine. ”I've really...I've gotta find a better tailor.”

Cirrus barked out a laugh. ”Sure! Sure, hon, that's why you're clothes aren't fitting. Clearly, the tailor has been doing a terrible job.”

She bent down and cupped his chin, tilting his face up. His eyes, still glassy and looking rather stupid, blinked slowly as he focused on her.

”Surely it has nothing to do with your insatiable appetite. Hm?”

He nodded as best as he could, cheeks briefly puffing out as he burped. He then smiled, lopsided.

”Here, why don't we settle down over there.”

Taking his hand, she walked slowly around the edge of the bed and watched as he decided to scoot, rather badly, back up towards the headboard. It was charming, the awkward way he always moved. Her heart swelled as she watched him get comfortable, propping pillows behind him and fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

”And now...we free that poor tummy of yours.”

His eyes lit up as she crawled up beside him. He kept his hands up and out of the way, the leather creaking as he flexed in anticipation.

Starting at his collar, she took her time with the buttons. Slowly undoing them, brushing her fingers against the exposed skin before moving on to the next. Grinning at the quiet gasps. When she reached the fullest part of his belly she slipped her hand past the shirt to massage circles into the flesh with her thumb. His whimpers and moans were music to her ears, and she gently dug in her claws as she neared his navel.

”Feeling better?”

Nodding, nodding, hands fisted. He was biting his lip again.

And at last, at long, long, last, the shirt was open. It was gorgeous, the way the black material framed his gut like curtains.

”Oh, C,” Cirrus breathed, both hands now on either side of his swollen middle. ”Look at you. All fat and full and happy....”

He grinned stupidly. ”I could, ah...I could eat more. If you were wondering.”

”Mmm, I know you could. Quite frankly, I don't think you ever eat enough at the dinner parties. Your buttons aren't popped off.”

Copia giggled and muffled another burp as Cirrus began massaging him again. Her hands glided over the expanse of skin, smoothing through the hair of his happy trail, tracing along the raised, recent, stretchmarks. She dipped one finger into his belly button, smiled when he mewled, and drew circles around it.

”Maybe its for the best I don't join you at these parties. If it were up to me, you wouldn't be able to move after all the food and drink I'd ply you with.”

”Please,” Copia huffed. ”I would very much like to be...plied.”

”I know. But wouldn't you be embarassed? Poor Papa, so full and heavy and drunk. Everyone would be whispering. Pointing, maybe. What would you do then?”

A whimper.

”Ask for more wine, hm?” A gentle pat to his side. ”His Dark Majesty would be so proud. You demonstrate a life of hedonism so well, for your flock. Everyone should look to you as an example. Their big, beautiful Papa.”

Her hands slipped under his belly and lifted, feeling the full weight and heft, digging in her thumbs. When she dropped it, it wobbled deliciously in his lap. Copia's head fell back onto the pillows and he groaned. His hands were now gripping the blanket beneath them.

”Personally, I think you should hold off on summoning a new tailor. I think you can get a few more dinner parties out of the way before the buttons really come flying off.”

”You torture me,” he gritted out. ”I would be...I would be ashamed.”

”Mmm, I don't know about that. I think you would be relieved.”

She wobbled his lower belly again before her hand smoothed back to the top, applying pressure. When nothing happened she pressed harder, and laughed when Copia belched, loudly.

”There you go, I'll help you feel better, love. Relax for me.”

She paused when his stomach gurgled, but he didn't burp again. Catching his eye for a moment before he shyly looked away, she leaned in.

”Oh? Digestion? Or...dare I ask if you're still hungry?”

Copia chewed the inside of his cheek, avoiding her gaze. ”I...um...I could...I mean I did say earlier that I...eh, well....”

She had made the mistake earlier of not having more food ready for him. She would not further her mistake this time around.

Leaning back, she reached for the corded phone on his nightstand. Much like a hotel, the kitchen could be called upon at any point. There was always some sibling or Ghoul nearby.

”I'll see if Aether is busy,” she said, winking at her Papa.

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If we can still send requests um. Copia getting all. Pampered by his ghouls because he is so wonderful and big and deserves to not lift a finger. Sorry.

Okay Im gonna write a full thing for this. But right now, here's this lil bit <3

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Months of being pampered in his office after his promotion to Frater Imperator had left Copia...well, well adjusted.

He had it all: Ghouls at his beck and call, ministry kitchens always stocked, fans sending in favor after favor. All he had to do was whine a little, and whatever he wanted was his.

The success took well to him. His lean form filled out, every caring touch and mouthful made its mark on his growing body. A full belly, always. Thick, wobbling thighs as he trotted around the stage. A soft jaw to suck on in between Rituals.

And Copia loved it - couldn't get enough of it. More, more! More food, more praise, more attention. It was all his.

And the Ghouls would never complain. They spoiled their previous Papa at every chance. After all, it was a big shift from Papa to Frater Imperator. He'd been through so much with Sister Imperator's death....

But now he didn't need to worry about all of that. He wasn't sure how many suits he'd outgrown since his promotion, but that didn't really matter. What mattered was that he was fat, full, and barely needed to lift a finger to get what he needed.

With the way the Ghouls attended to his every whim (every belly rub after too big a meal, grinding against his fat thigh as he moaned, lost in pleasure), there was nothing to worry about. Nothing at all.

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Are you taking requests still? I would love some fat Copia x Cirrus please. Bonus points if he is a little down on himself but she tells him how hot she thinks he is and manhandles him a bit. Allll the squishing.

Thank u yes I am always open to taking requests : ) This is very nsfw, hope yall enjoy! I was possessed by the need for fat pad love.

Had a rough day and Im posting straight from my notes on my phone so, apologies in advance for any formatting or spelling errors.

Enjoi !

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"Can I do anything to help?" Cirrus asked, scooching closer to Copia where he sat on the couch, sinking heavily into the cushions.

"Eh...um...no. I don't think so," he mumbled. His hands fidgeted where they rested on the wide swell of his belly, and he was doing his best not to make eye contact. Cirrus could see him chewing on the inside of his lip.

"Really, hun?" 

A clawed hand gently smoothed over his thigh - he had started bouncing his leg a bit, and it always hurt to see his anxiety manifesting so. She much preferred to see him stomping his leg to music...but that was over now. He was Frater Imperator, and it had been some time since he'd been on stage. 

Her tail curled past her leg to then twist gently around his ankle. 

"I know something is bothering you," she ventured. Scooching again, turning herself a bit so she was facing him fully. "I've been back from tour for a while now and I know you're having some feelings about me heading out again. It's not for as long, but...I know."

Copia breathed deeply and clenched his hands, gloves creaking. He moved as if to sit up, grunted, and then sat back again. His cheeks were pink.

"I...I am...feeling many things," he began. "I...well, you know how I feel about my...job, now." 

He gestured to the unfinished office, his "desk" covered in merch and plushies. Cirrus nodded and petted his leg more.

"You know I've been feeling, eh, disconnected. From pretty much everything. Everyone." He glanced at her face, then quickly looked away. "I miss my Ghouls. I know you all have lots of fun times away from the Ministry, and I...miss that. But with my work and my...my pain flares...well. I'm not the exciting Papa I used to be."

"Aw, Cardi." 

Copia sighed and finally folded his hands on his belly. He was no longer fidgeting.

"You and Aether visit me a lot. I'm very grateful. But I, ehm...I can't help but feel I've become boring and stale. I suppose I...worry that the next time you come back from a cool trip, you may not come back to me, after all the fun. I'm trying to enjoy this while it lasts...."

Cirrus had been quiet, allowing her lover to speak and watching the slow rise and fall of his belly as he breathed. She was grateful he had been looking down at his hands as he spoke, so he couldn't see the pain in her gaze.

"Babe...I...," she started. Took a deep breath, squeezed his thigh. "I understand. But you know I would never abandon you. And neither would the others. Not for all the crazy parties, drugs, or orgies in the world."

Copia sniffed, sneaking a glance up. His eyes were wet.

"And we could never find you stale or boring. How could we?"

Slowly, Cirrus's hand smoothed over Copia's thigh and made its way towards where his belly rested atop. Always mindful of her claws, she  dug her fingertips into the generous meat of his thigh, before slipping it below the soft roll of under belly. He was wearing his favorite red tracksuit and VVLGAR t shirt (though both in a much larger size than before). He shivered as a claw drew across the strip of belly peeking from beneath the shirt hem. 

Leaning forward, she nuzzled Copia's warm cheek as her other hand reached for his hair. Her fingers carded gently, and she pressed a soft kiss at his soft jaw. Tongue peeking out, she nibbled.

"I...I'm...it doesn't bother you that I'm not as active as I used to be? S-sexually, I mean," he stumbled out. "I can't do as much of the exciting stuff and I feel like I do nothing-"

He huffed out a grunt as Cirrus sucked at his jaw, one hand still gentle in his hair but the other becoming more rough in the way it gripped his lower belly, fingers acting as calipers. She gave him a wobble and smirked against his skin as the fat along the rest of his body wobbled in tandem.

"You are so far from boring, caro mio," she breathed. "You know how I feel about your weight, your size. It's actually ridiculous how hot it is for you to sit back and do nothing, just letting me take care of you."

Copia whimpered as her hand, roughly padded and soft with short fur, slipped beneath the tight fitting shirt. Her thumb found its way into his belly button, pulling a yelp from Copia as she pushed in.

"I love you, C, so much. I like partying and having fun with the others, but you're the one. I'll always come back to you."

Copia couldn't help but pant as she began to push and pull her thumb in his navel, slowly fucking him with it. It always thrilled her, to watch him throw his head back as her hands went to work. No longer in his hair, she used her other to slip further up beneath his shirt to roll a hard nipple between her fingers.

At his size, there was plenty for her to busy herself with. Soft rolls of fat on his sides, pecs that filled her hands like breasts, the fat pad in his pants....

Yes, his fat pad was a personal favorite. After gently abusing his nipple, she decided that she needed to get into those pants.

Copia was sweating profusely already, mussed hair damp against his neck and some beads running through the black paint around his eyes. 

"Cazzo," he huffed. Unsure what to do with his hands, one thrown back along the couch, the other spread over the side of his belly as it heaved with every gasp.

"You really think we could find you boring?" 

It was a task, pulling his underwear down and away, with his fat thighs taking up space. But once that was done he was a sight, cock hard and leaking but practically buried in his shaved fat pad.

"Everything about you drives me wild, babe."

To grip his cock, she had to sink her fist into the fat, and they both moaned - she couldn't help it, as the soft warmth enveloped her, the slight prickle of hair growth. She was practically drooling, and her own cunt pulsed between her legs.

Some twists and thumbing over his slit, and Copia was bucking his hips. His fingertips dug into his belly, mouth gaping. He gasped for breath, gulping and licking his lips. 

"I...I...aaah!"

And, back to his nipple. Yanking his shirt up to reveal the full expanse of his belly (old and new stretch marks littered all around), she leaned down and latched onto the previously abused nipple. Copia nearly wailed, and it was his turn to grasp at Cirrus's hair, a horn, whatever he could get with his eyes squeezed shut.

She hummed and sucked, still slowly jerking his cock. Now and again she dug her claws into his fat pad, or let him go to wobble his gut before going right back to it.

"Never boring." Her words were muffled against his chest, but clear enough. 

"C-Cirrus, I -"

A graze of teeth on his nipple carried him over the edge, cum pulsing out of his cock and into her cupped hand. No doubt some of it dripped to the couch or carpet, but that didn't matter. His brain was short circuiting its way through his orgasm as Cirrus continued to lave her rough tongue over his areola. 

Moaning weakly, the hand that had been gripping her hair began to slip and rested on her shoulder. Eyes still closed, Copia swallowed thickly, but only wheezed dramatically.

"Never boring," Cirrus murmured, straightening enough to press chaste kisses along his soft double chin and then his cheek. With kitten licks she lapped up the trails of sweat along his hairline. 

Sitting up fully, she leaned back and brought the hand covered in his spend up to her lips. Dragging her tongue over her palm, she hummed. He didn't see, eyes still closed and body relaxing in bliss. 

Gently tugging down the t shirt, she patted his belly.

"What d'you say I go get us some lunch?"

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Warm Bodies at Sunrise

Aether and Cici have morning sex. Aether fucks Cici's belly and they both get off about it.

Trans woman Copia, they are fat your honor, Aether can be a little (little) feral as a treat.

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For @saintplaquerat

If Aether died right now, he’d die a happy Ghoul. Of course, Ghouls can’t die, so the entire thing is nought– but if he could die he would die happy. Pressed up against Cici in bed, chest to chest. A blanket cocoon wrapped around them with the sun just beginning to come up. Perfect.

He holds her tighter. Soft skin squishes underneath his grasp; one of the advantages of sleeping nude is immediate access to the touch of skin, the smell of morning slumber-sweat, no barriers to separate them. When they’d first fallen into bed together, she’d been all hard angles and anxiously picked-at skin. Now, retired from the band, they’ve both found themselves a bit better. They’ve both put on weight– and Aether hadn’t been a very small Ghoul himself, before, either– and both realized that as nice as the spotlight is, it isn’t so nice having it on you all the time. Running the infirmary and the ministry respectively aren’t easy. But they’re vastly different than ruling the stage and hoping, desperately, that what you’re doing is enough to keep everything from crashing down and burning to the ground.

And, of course, Cici’s realized that being a man is not for her.

She cracks an eye open, staring at him. “You’re squeezing me,” she mumbles, half into her pillow.

He smiles softly. “There’s just so much of you to squeeze. I can’t help it. I love you.”

A blush and an eye roll all in one. “Squeeze me somewhere else, then. If you keep at my ribs I’ll suffocate.”

“I’m not squeezing you that hard,” Aether scoffs.

He rolls her onto her back. The blanket shifts from their motion, sliding down past their waists– and putting the both of them on display. He climbs over her, leaning forward for a kiss. Gently at first, then rougher, pinning her underneath him as he digs his fingers into the sheets below them.

Cici moans breathlessly as his tongue enters her mouth. He can’t help but moan too; the way their stomachs press together, fight for space between them, is fucking amazing. Her breasts press at his chest. He’s got a nice layer of fat there himself, but she knocks it out of the park in that regard. Best ones in the pack (yes, he includes her in the pack– why wouldn’t he?) (also, yes, he thinks hers are better than Lus’ and Fritter’s. This is a very divisive stance– all unserious of course– and whenever if threatens to get serious Dew and Phantom immediately turn to complimenting Rory on hers, and then everyone realizes how dumb of a conversation they’re having) (he still thinks Cici’s are the best).

He brings his tongue back to bite at her lip, growling a bit as it squishes under his teeth and careful not to break the skin with his fangs. He can feel his cock begin to chub up– oh, if only they hadn’t used the last of their lube last night. It wouldn’t be too terribly hard to get some more, but that would mean stopping what they’re doing to get it. No, they’ll just have to avoid anal.

And that isn’t a hard thing to do at all.

Aether leans back. Cici’s hair is spread beautifully– messily– across her pillow, knotted to hell and back. Later Dew will help untangle it, but for now, it’s Aether’s job to make sure that she feels so good she can’t help but make it worse as she writhes in pleasure below him. With a low purr he drags his knuckles across her breast. Watches as her eyes flutter. Her body shiver.

Her mouth falls open as he takes it in hand and squeezes it. “Oh, yes,” she whispers. 

And isn’t that enough to drive a Ghoul crazy? He can’t help but twitch his hips forward, cock caught between her fat and his. She lets him play with her breasts for a few minutes more, squeezing, squishing, pinching her nipples between his fingers. He loves the way she writhes beneath him. The way she grasps at the sheets, at him, and the moans that escape from her lips.

And every once in a while he grinds his hips forward into her. Rubs against her stomach, his own. Their cocks touch in a brief meeting. He wants– so much. Still, it’s more important to him to watch her fall apart underneath him, feel her pleasure in the air, than it is to selfishly chase his own.

But eventually Cici pushes his hands away, too sensitive for more. He takes it in stride– she’s been sensitive there since they started growing, and it becomes too much all to quickly in everyone’s eyes (including hers). Instead, Aether leans down to press a kiss to the bottom of her breastbone and turns his attention to her stomach. A roll of fat squishes under his guidance. Her stomach ripples from a touch.

Cici grabs at his wrists. “Oh, fuck me already.”

“We used all the lube-” he starts, only to be interrupted by a scoff.

“You can fuck me in other ways.” She raises an eyebrow. “I don’t need to be a Quintessence Ghoul to know what you’re thinking, Aeth. Go ahead.”

She grabs her own stomach, squishing, shifting it towards him– as much as it’ll go anyway– to offer herself to his desires. He groans, the sound turning low and gravelly and utterly inhuman at the end. His cock throbs; it drags along her stomach as he adjusts himself, leaving a trail of precome. Fuck, this is going to be good. So good.

Aether braces a hand against the headboard, his other holding his own belly; his legs he spreads wide to straddle her belly. He can’t help but watch as he grinds his cock against her stomach. Skin and fat move, twitch, jiggle. So soft beneath him. Against him. 

He really can’t help but pant like a dog. She makes him feel like one. A loyal dog, happy to do anything for his person. Terzo had muzzled him under his mask (a consensual act) and he’d always been a little disappointed when Cici didn’t– but Aether’s learned since their beginning that it’s just because she likes hearing all the sounds he makes.

He looks up, throws his head back and stares blankly towards the ceiling. His vision darkens at the edges– not a lack of oxygen or an issue with blood flow, no, just tunnel vision brought on by his growing need to get off. Heat builds in his stomach and through his chest and all the way to his head, hands, through his legs and to his toes, ferality clawing its way from the box within him where he keeps it asleep.

Underneath him Cici moans, and he growls in turn. His cock catches at a roll in her stomach, sliding between two layers that swallow him completely. Aether growls again. He digs his claws into the headboard, uncaring (he hasn’t cared since the first time he’d done it, what’s the point if it’s already ‘ruined’?) and then brings his other hand up to brace against it too.

“More,” Cici gasps. One of her hands finds his thigh and those fingers dig in tightly. “More, harder. Please, Aeth, I- ah- I know you can do it.”

He drops his head again. He doesn’t see her underneath him as much as he feels her, his Quintessence more aware than any other part of him. She’s enjoying it as much as he is– good. Yes, good.

“So good,” he rasps. “You’re so good to me.”

He pulls his cock away, pushes it back, and it slips again and again into that soft enticing space of her body. Made wet by sweat and precome it welcomes him. Pleasure courses through his veins, need- need- need- driving him forward. His mouth is dry from the air coursing through it from his ragged breaths and yet the smell of her makes it water. Spit oozes from his tongue with every forceful breath out, every heave of his chest, every shudder of their bodies together.

Aether looks, really looks, forcing his eyes to work like they should, but the press of their stomachs together makes it impossible to see past. All he can do is feel.

He thrusts again; the world around him reaches a crescendo and pops. A ragged growl escapes from his throat as he fills the roll of Cici’s fat that he’s been fucking with his come. He stares at the press of bodies, stomach against stomach. The way his stomach hangs against hers and then spreads out, drawn by gravity. Her stomach spreads out between them, pinched together by his legs and yet still trying to find more space to take up.

He reaches a hand between them to pull his stomach up. Now the mess between them is revealed: his come has spread just about everywhere it can. Cici runs her hand through it, spreading it. Presses her fingers against his stomach in a way that he can’t tell if she’s trying to tickle him or just touch.

“You want me to get you off?” Aether finds his voice again.

She snorts. “We’re way past that. You lasted longer than I did.”

He gives her a sheepish grin. “I didn’t even notice.”

“Men.”

His stomach takes that moment to growl.

They stare at each other.

Cici sighs. “Do you think Phantom would bring us breakfast in bed?”

Aether settles himself on top of her, pressing his face into her neck. “Yeah, but only if we promise to include him next time.”

She laughs. Aether grins into her neck and uses his Quintessence to bring his phone to him. He’ll send Phantom a text, and when he inevitably comes a-calling, food in tow, they’ll press him between them and force him to feed them every single bite of it.

[fatfemming]

I have nothing to say except feed him more hot dogs 🌭 😇

When the discord talk turns to feeding copia glizzies i have no choice i go into a trance state

[fatfemming]

Omega Fat as Fuck Ghoul I love you boyyyyyyy 😫 he's so hot pretty and I love himmmmmmmmmmmmm and his beautiful tummy 🤲 Can i have some of that . Omega