Kinks I'm into: feederism, weight gain, stuffed bellies, force feeding, pregnancy/mpreg/ovi, petplay
I am heavily fixated on the band gh0s.t right now and I will most likely post drawings of the characters associated with these kinks, if that makes you uncomfortable, then simply block me and go on about your day : )
But like,,,,if you recognize my art style NO YOU DONT ⚠️⚠️
Unpopular opinion but I think m0untain ghoul should have a little bit of chub on him. Just a larger, soft build with the slightest little belly and thick thighs :3
I have fat Cardi thoughts plaguing my brain and I’m making them everyone’s problem.
Yapping below the cut. Wrote this in one big stream of consciousness so um, yeah. You click it, you’re responsible for any psychic damage you take.
This is Frater era Cardi so he’s already gotten a bit hefty because he’s retired and is indulging because the man literally went nonstop for years.
When he was Cardinal and Papa food was a necessity, not a luxury. Lots of Dew yelling at him to eat so that he doesn’t pass the fuck out from low blood sugar because Cardi’s “too busy” to eat. Dew is keeping him fed on the bare minimum that he and the other ghouls can get him to eat and let’s not talk about the ghouls trying to figure out what the fuck a calorie even is. It’s stressing them out because they’re watching him burn himself up in front of them.
And it’s not that Cardi doesn’t like food; he loves food. It’s just there’s so much he has to worry about and everything has got to be perfect and obsessing over that means, well, you forget to eat. He’s grateful to the ghouls taking care of him, various ghoulish grumblings aside.
So when he finally becomes Frater and finds that really all he needs to do is delegate, the ghouls take advantage of that. They’re going to make sure he sits his ass down and actually takes care of himself and eats a full meal for once in his life.
Finally getting to actually eat without rushing means he gets to taste his food. No more tuna sandwiches literally shoved in his mouth unexpectedly. Real fucking food.
And he fucking loves it. Cardi didn’t know food could taste this good or what it actually feels like to be full. The ghouls are ecstatic because finally he’s taking care of himself and enjoying it. A lot.
The first couple of times he starts moaning like he’s being fucked as he eats the ghouls write it off as he’s just really enjoying having good food. Which he is. But it keeps happening and the ghouls start to get suspicious. Look, demons are going to be able to sniff out lust pretty easily.
Cardi’s already noticeably fuller figured than he was just a month or so ago. There’s a nice soft round sag to his belly now and his majestic ass and thighs are really starting to push the limits of his new tailored suits. Dew and the others definitely have no complaints walking behind him, that’s for sure.
One night during a particularly indulgent dinner, arguably a one man banquet, Cardi just loses himself to the gluttony. He begins gobbling down plate after plate of decadent fare without a care because he just simply cannot get enough. Those moans from earlier? They’re back and they’re louder. Somewhere during the feasting his belt proves to be a hindrance and off it goes. A full blown gut flops into his lap and he whimpers and squirms. The ghouls watch in reverence as with one hand he breathlessly shoves forkfuls of food into his round face, while the other gropes and fondles his own gut so that he can cram even more in there. Thoughtlessly, his hand slides under and strokes the reddened tip of his cock just barely peeking out from the softness surrounding it.
All hell breaks loose. Ghouls are scrambling to feed himas much as they can, while others are frantically shredding his clothing off him so that they can worship the soft swelling flesh of their gluttonous master. Someone gets bold enough to attempt to jerk Cardi off and damn near loses an arm when Dew catches them. His claws dig possessively into Cardi as he hisses and growls at the interloper who would dare to take what’s his. The remaining ghouls make apologies and scatter to debauch themselves with each other, leaving Cardi and Dew behind with the carnage of empty platters.
Cardi has snapped out of his haze at this point and begins to apologize when Dew cuts him off.
“If you apologize for the single hottest thing I have seen since you’ve summoned me, then by Lucifer I’m chopping your cock off and wearing it as a necklace. Got it?”
There’s a squeak and a wide eyed nod in response. Cardi clears his throat, puts on his best puppy eyes and asks “is there dessert?”. Dew’s response to that is to fuck him senseless on the table until neither of them can move.
Dew does apologize for getting a bit overzealous to his siblings and boundaries are set. They can grope and feed him but only Dew gets to fuck him. Something something right of being Cardi’s first summoned ghoul. At least this way no one loses an arm or worse.
The meals become orgies to gluttony and sin with the ghouls helping keep Cardi fed, as they always have and always will. Now that they know just how much he loves it Cardi blows up. They eventually do away with the chair after it collapses during a rather vigorous post meal fucking and instead have him reclining like the emperor he deserves to be.
As for Cardi? Sure the suits have given way for much comfortable robes, but he loves the feeling of his body getting softer, loves the heft in it. Loves how it feels when the ghouls squeeze him between them and there’s just so much of him. He can still leisurely waddle around the Ministry and does try to make sure he doesn’t spend *all* day just in his office or the dining room. If nothing else, he’s enjoying showing himself off. This, he feels, is the reward for all those years busting his ass: pure indulgence.
When p3rpetua first became papa he finally let himself indulge in lots of yummy food, wine, and blood,, but his tummy didn't take too kindly of it being overstuffed at first,,
