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Pairing: Mountain/Dew/Swiss/Rain/Aether; Everyone/Aether
Rating: T
Tags: group sex, body worship, self-conscious aether, embarrassment, big dick aether, blowjobs, very handsy ghouls. See Ao3 for full tag list. 1,574 words.
A/N: Once again inspired by pictures of Aether's gigantic bulge. AU of sorts where Aether never left the band for the sole purpose of squeezing him into the Skeleta uniform. And of course, none of the other ghouls can resist getting their hands on him once they see.
Ao3 Link
He's uncomfortable, to say the least. Everything is too tight, clinging to his skin in ways he is not used to. Not even the gray pants with the suspenders felt this restrictive. It doesn't help that the ministry fitting room has mirrors across the length of each wall, offering a nearly 360 degree view of his body stuffed inside that skintight bodysuit, adorned with sparkling crystals and airbrushed skeleton bones.
He stares back at himself with a frown. The suit leaves nothing to the imagination, and even though the seamstress promised that there would be a tailcoat to go over it, and that he would be wearing a dance belt beneath it to keep things in place, he can't get past how obscene he must look.
The bulge between his legs is prominent, to say the least. Aether reaches down to adjust himself for the millionth time, but all it does is shift everything to the side. There's nowhere to hide it, and if anything, it makes it worse.
Everything else is accentuated too, the fat of his belly, the curve of his ass. The way the fabric stretches dangerously tight across the swell of chest. And to make it all worse, he can very clearly see the outline of his underwear across his thighs beneath the thin fabric.
A knock at the dressing room door startles Aether out of his thoughts.
"Aeth, hurry up! We're all waiting to see!" Dew calls excitedly from the other side of the door, and then he knocks again even louder, for good measure.
"Just a second!" He answers back in a panic, face going red hot. He'd never really been self-conscious about his body before, but the way that the skintight fabric of the bodysuit clings to every curve and bulge and swell of flesh is jarring, to say the least.
He feels exposed.
Dew knocks again a moment later and Aether capitulates. No going back now, he supposes with a sigh.
"Alright fine, come in!" he calls, face still burning red.
The door swings open and Dewdrop walks into the dressing room, followed closely behind by Mountain, Swiss, and Rain.
Aether turns to face them and instantly, Dew stops dead in his tracks and bursts out laughing like a maniac.
"Dew!" Rain scolds immediately. But as soon as he sees Aether for himself, he gasps, covering his mouth with his hand.
Swiss wolf whistles, and Mountain stands dead silent beside him, staring.
Aether is so mortified he could die, but before he can say anything Dew composes himself enough to stop laughing. He wipes a tear from his eye and points directly at Aether's crotch.
"Holy fuck, Aether, look at that thing," he says, genuinely in awe, still pointing between Aether's legs. "That is a fucking weapon," Dew continues despite Aether's obvious misery. "Papa's gonna get arrested if he walks you out on stage like that." And then he's laughing again, like he can't help himself.
Aether would like to disappear, thank you very much. It doesn't help that he's the only one in costume, the rest of them having had their fittings a few days prior. He curls in on himself self-consciously, turning to face away from his bandmates' prying eyes.
That just makes it worse.
"Holy shit," he hears Swiss say the second he gets a glimpse of his ass. Mountain draws in a shaky breath.
Aether groans, scrubbing his hands across his face. He's ready for the experience to be over as soon as possible.
"No, no, Aeth, are you kidding me?!" Dew exclaims, finally acknowledging Aether's discomfort. He steps in close and reaches forward to run his hand up the length of Aether's torso. "You look fucking amazing like this." He stops to rest his palms on the swell of Aether's tits. Two perfect handfuls for Dew.
"All wrapped up like a gift," Swiss agrees with a grin, moving to stand directly behind him, admiring the view from behind once again. Aether yelps as Swiss presses himself against his backside and cups one of his ass cheeks in the palm of his hand. Beside him, Mountain grunts in agreement as he crowds in beside Swiss and Aether feels one of his big hands squeeze its own handful of his other cheek.
"Mm," Rain hums stepping up besides Dew. He runs an elegant hand across the swell of his belly, traveling slowly, slowly downward, agonizingly slow. Trailing those perfect fingers down his body until he cups Aether in his palm and squeezes.
Aether yelps. Things have taken a turn quickly; they've got him boxed in now, crowding in and touching all over his body. Appreciating every curve and swell, every inch of flesh. All of his muscles and fat, so many sensations that Aether goes dizzy with it, self-consciousness beginning to fade away with the pleasure of being felt up by so many roaming hands.
Instead he focuses where he can. On the way Dew kneads at his tits, pinches his nipples through the fabric. The way Mountain leans down to mouth at his neck as he glides the palm of his big hand up and down, across the curve of his ass cheek and up to his hip, down to the meat of his thigh and back up again. He feels Swiss press up against him, the way he squeezes the muscle of his behind, fingers pressing into flesh hard enough to bruise. It takes his breath away. He's fully hard now, too, with the way Rain is squeezing him, working him up. The bodysuit was tight down there before, but with his cock fully filled out it's even more restrictive.
"You're so fucking hot, Aeth," Dew murmurs, standing up on his tippy toes to nip at Aether's shoulder, fangs pricking the delicate fabric of the bodysuit. "Look so good like this," Aether gasps and he feels Dew grin against him, still squeezing and pawing and kneading at his chest.
In front of him, Rain drops to his knees to nuzzle at him. Drags his lips across the front of the suit, mindful of the crystals that dot the fabric. Aether groans and tips his head back against Mountain's chest
"Dew," Aether hears Rain whisper. "Look."
He sees Dew look down to where Rain sits between his knees.
"Fuck," Dew whispers back. Aether is so hard that the fabric of the suit doesn't stand a chance in concealing anything. It does nothing to hide him, and Dew can see it all. The outline of him so clear and visible that he can see the ridge of the head, the tiniest dark spot soaking through at the tip. He can see it all, the thick vein running up the underside, the swell of his balls, hanging heavy against the seam of the suit's crotch.
The way they're all over him feels so good he's dizzy. He's long lost count of whose hands are whose, of who is touching him where. Are those Dew's hands squeezing his thighs? Swiss' hands reaching around to knead at his chest? Is that Mountain's hand, bigger than all the rest, stroking the length of him through the fabric? Are those Rain's soft lips, nipping playfully at his balls, mouthing at his crotch until the fabric goes damp?
He closes his eyes and loses himself in the feeling, of being overwhelmed by the group of them worshiping his body. Telling him how good he feels, how perfect he looks. Delicious, like a treat. A gift for them to enjoy. How they can't wait for the world get to see him like this too. Fully exposed, on display like he was always meant to be.
"Dew, I - fuck," Aether chokes out. "I - I think I'm gonna…" he trails off with a groan, hips twitching up. He gasps and squeezes his eyes shut as Rain nips at his tip once again.
Behind the rush of blood in his ears, he hears the sound of the zipper being dragged down. Feels it click, click, click down slowly, one tooth at a time until cool air hits his chest. Dew works to peel the bodysuit off of him, multiple sets of hands chasing every piece of newly exposed flesh as it goes. Rain helps him as he gets lower, tugs and shimmies that tight, stretchy fabric over his belly, down his hips, and past his thighs. Someone drags his briefs down until the whole uniform pools around his ankles and he's left completely naked, pressed between the four of them.
He opens his eyes just in time to look down and see Rain take him properly in his mouth. The 360 degree mirrors in the room offer him a view of everyone with their hands on him and that's enough to set Aether off immediately. He comes with a shout, sagging back into Swiss and Mountain's waiting arms.
He opens his eyes and Dew swoops up for a kiss, filthy and deep, licking his way into Aether's mouth until they're both moaning into it. When Dew pulls back, Aether is left panting and sweaty. Completely taken apart with his brand new uniform still sitting in a puddle at his feet. Mountain wraps an arm around his waist as Swiss helps him step out of it.
Aether still isn't convinced he actually likes this new uniform, but with a reaction like that, he doesn't think it'll take long for him to change his mind.
Uhuhuhu if youre still doing the EVIL ask game uhm 🫄 for copia 🥺
-- @fatcopia
HIIII FWIEND sorry im so late. Thnx for hitting me upppp ;3
So i think copias belly at its Biggest would prob be when he is either Dracopia/vampire cardi, oooor in the AU i have in my head where hes like. Worshipped and kept good n huge because if ur Papa/antichrist is fat and pampered, that must mean it is Good and a time of Plenty (plenty of Papa am i rite). In the latter, hes more realistically human ig, just very wide and fat. Dracopia i think he would be on the thinner side but have more of a Capacity. my neighbor just came outside, ugh.
So Dracopia would still be fat. Definitely chubby. And when he drinks he can drink more than a regular human. Classic monster thang. I always like to hc blood as being intoxicating, so hes gonna be hiccuping. and we all love to see an overly full, taut belly wobble with each hiccup UwU
this morning i am enamored with the idea of big fat copia and his stretch mark littered belly, who makes labored noises every time he moves and holds a hand to his belly like he is pregnant when he stands idly, not even knowing he’s rubbing his big round tummy… all soft soft edges and stretched skin, with a generous coating of hair on his tanned skin. so grabbable, impossible for people not to stare at his full figure as he enters a room, and even more difficult not to watch him eat because he makes it look so pleasurable.
A newly summoned phantom who wants to be obedient for his papa, and a very stuffed copia who needs some affection after a very big meal.
Cut to phantom completely pinned down while copia is cuddled up on top of him, his heavy, full belly pushing heavily against phantom while his thick thighs squeeze against the slim, tiny ghoul
(Inspired by that little drabble you wrote of the two of them since their dynamic is soo underrated :3)
TAP DANCES BECAUSE I FINALLY WROTE SOMETHING WAHHHH
i hope this is okay, my brain is kinda mushy today but i really wanted to keep my word about answering an ask. i may do more later. we shall see. anywayyyyssss enjoi : 3
Phantom was trying his best not to wheeze, not to grunt, not to show that he was absolutely crushed underneath his Papa. He was new and desperately needed to show that he was in this to win this…and this being…Papa's approval.
Not that Copia was hard to please, it seemed. He'd lit up like a Christmas tree when some of the other ghouls (older, closer with him, besties even) showed up with bags of take out and booze towards the end of rehearsal. Phantom knew that Copia was a slut for food, had seen the pictures of him before his Ascension and how the good papal life had treated his waistline since. And it was with barely concealed lust that he watched Copia devour the Chinese food with his own open lust. The other ghouls, like Dewdrop and Cirrus, were all over him, ensuring that his hands were never empty of tasty treats. They were like devoted servants, fiercely protective of their frontman. And Phantom wanted to show that he could be just as devoted.
So when the food was cleared out and rehearsal deemed complete, the band trickling into the common area of the recording studio, with Papa falling back in a cushy couch…Phantom saw his chance. He beelined for Copia, practically pouncing beside him. He was sure his pupils must have been huge, totally blown as he leaned in close to the intoxicated man cradling his swollen belly.
"Papa…," he started, reaching out tentatively. "Can I?"
Copia's ears were bright pink, his cheeks likely the same under his paints. His booze-glazed eyes trailed lazily over Phantom's face, then to his outreached hand.
"I dunno…can you?" he slurred, smiling. After a beat he giggled, then waved his hand. "Yeah, yeah, c'mere…newbie. Ac'shually…."
Before Phantom could move, Copia had pushed him back and rolled over onto his lap, his thick thighs straddling the ghoul as he yelped in surprise. Despite the fullness, despite his size, despite being drunk, Copia had been fairly graceful and quick. His heavy belly, even heavier now and straining against his shirt, squashed Phantom.
So he was trying not to wheeze. Would that be rude? Would Copia be upset if he grunted with the effort it took to even attempt shifting beneath him? It was all heavy warmth and softness from Copia's wide lower belly, but the upper swell was bulging and taut with food. Phantom couldn't reach all the way around him either, so he settled his hands on the generous lovehandles pooching out above Papa's waistband and gave them a squeeze.
Copia's breath was hot and smelled like beer as he panted above the ghoul. "Think I…I think I ate too much," he groaned.
Phantom could feel a hot flush burning in his cheeks as he realized other ghouls were watching and snickering from their seats around the room. It must have been a sight - he was practically sucked into the couch cushions from the weight. He caught Dewdrop's eyes, expecting to see jealousy or animosity burning there, but found he looked rather nostalgic. He'd known the frontman far longer and had been playing with him before he got fat, but surely he must have been in a similar position at some point, being as thin as he was.
Hoping that he wasn't trembling with nerves, Phantom brought his attention back to Copia. His Papa was looking down at him expectantly, wet eyes blinking slowly and stupidly. His body jerked as he hiccuped.
Slowly, Phantom smoothed his hands from Copia's hips to the sides of his belly. He gently pushed his thumbs in, and when Copia whined wantonly he added the rest of his fingers, massaging him through his shirt. There wasn't much give, and Phantom's eyelids fluttered as he really took in just how full Copia was. Humans could eat a lot. He could faintly hear the bubbling of digestion as he continued his ministrations, in between Copia's pathetic keening.
Though they must have been sat there together for several minutes, with Phantom's hands exploring the clothed, wide expanse in front of him, it felt like no time at all had passed before a shadow fell over them. It was Dew, grinning.
"Careful C, you're gonna suffocate him if you're not paying attention."
Copia had been growing heavier, body going more boneless as he relaxed under the massaging hands. He perked up vaguely, muffling a burp and then rolling off to the side with a mumbled apology. Phantom gasped loudly, forgetting that just minutes before he had been trying to conceal his efforts. He quickly wriggled his way to sitting up from where he had been merging with the couch.
"I - I'm fine!"
The other ghouls were laughing. Though not necessarily meant to be mean, it made the newly summoned ghoul glower and shoot them dirty looks. Copia seemed to be on the verge of falling asleep, his head lolled back onto the couch and eyelids closed, if not already dead to the world.
Dew wasn't laughing, but still grinning. He had a water bottle in one hand and held it out to Phantom, who reluctantly took it. What was this, aftercare? After cuddles? Were they really babying him?
Dew leaned in as Phantom was taking a gulp from the bottle. He had a mischievious look in his eyes.
"Doesn't matter much now because he's falling asleep, but usually…he really likes when you make it known just how heavy he is," he whispered. "Just…for next time."
Phantom blinked, mouth still full of water. He swallowed loudly. "For next time?"
"Of course. Didn't you hear him whining? He's a sucker for contrast."
Fat perpetua is so dear to me....I imagine him after the tour all settled into his job at the ministry. He's wearing a button up shirt tucked into his pants, his big tummy straining the shirt and hanging over his belt and when he sits it rests on his equally fat thighs and he can't pull his chair all the way up to his desk anymore bc tummy so big and uh.....O_o *explodes*
YES YES YES. he gained a bunch of weight during his first real break with the band and he was properly eating and resting...Frater all healed up from his accident and now Finally on a real vacation - so Pet gets to take over for him!! Exciting!
That is the point where he realizes he's gotten good and fat; spoiled by his ghouls and adoring Siblings of Sin...he'd worked himself down to the bone during Skeletour, and his newfound family was going to be sure he was taken care of.
It does send a thrill through him when he realizes he cant pull his chair closer without the desk digging into the soft heaviness of his belly. Life as Papa was decadent and healing, and it was showing through the gaping between shirt buttons.
Scenarios In Which A Friend Or Partner Might Help Your Character Eat‼️‼️‼️ made with @tummyfreakoftheweek
🤕 A is sick or injured and too weak to feed themself, so B has to help them get plenty of food in their belly so they can get better.
📝 A is a workaholic who seems to place everything else before their own wellbeing, so B takes it upon themself to make sure A doesn't go hungry.
⏰ A struggles with time and feeling and doesn't always realize that it's mealtime or that they're hungry, but B is always there to keep them on schedule.
🥪 A brought a lunch with them that got lost or ruined somehow, so B kindly shares their own food with them.
🤢 A has a stomachache and is afraid that eating will make it worse, but they need to eat, so B helps by encouraging them to nibble at some mild foods.
🥱 A regularly comes home too exhausted to cook, but B loves cooking and makes sure A doesn't go without a good meal.
❤️🩹 A has a difficult relationship with food and eating, but B patiently works with them to make sure they eat enough.
🥄 A has their hands full but their belly is growling, so B takes it upon themself to feed A while they work.
🧑🍳 A is exhausted after cooking all afternoon, so B decides to sit them down and feed them so they can relax while they enjoy the food.
🎮 A often gets lost in their activities and forgets to break for food, so B has to remind them to come out and eat once in a while.
🧀 A has some health issues that limit what they're able to eat, but B always takes the time to make sure that there's something for A when they're around.
💸 A is struggling to put food on the table, so B works A into their budget to ensure that they don't go hungry.
💻 A is incredibly busy with work and doesn't have much time to stop and get lunch, so B grabs something for them.
hello tumblr i need copia so fat he makes an exasperated little sound every time he moves, i need him so big that he barely fits in an office chair, i need him so round he gets stuck sneaking through a doorway, i need him so fat his chubby little hands get stuck in a cookie jar. i NEED HIM FAT! I NEED IT!
i want him sizing up his clothes every other month, i want him not even fitting into a damn bathrobe, i want him so fat he cant reach himself to jack off, i want him in one of those grocery store motor carts around the ministry (tricycle 2), i want him having to rev up to get out of bed in the morning because sitting up with his big fat gut in the way makes him fucking dizzy, i want him resorting to getting off by fucking his own fat pad, i want his cock swallowed up by his own fat and it looks sooo tiny, i want him with food all over his face burping into his handkerchief and mumbling a little “scusi!” with an embarrassed little blush on his face, i want him ordering too much at a restaurant and it barely fitting on the table, i want him not being able to top anymore because he gets too winded and his partners are afraid he will crush them AND i want him sitting on someones face and being terrified he’s gonna snap their neck with his huge huge ass.
