I see your "small dick copia being topped by someone bigger and stronger" and humbly suggest to consider the following; small dick copia being topped by a ghoul/ghoulette physically half his size but 3-4xs as hung (bc let's be real, doubling what he has wouldn't do much 1+1 only equals 2 ya know?)
Just some food for thought. 😇
Always love to see more pathetic copia enjoyers in any capacity 🖤🩶🤍
oh anon, i love u. youve given me my first ghoul ask which i hope will welcome many more because i loveee them ♡♡
i raise you cirrus takin him out on a nice date, bringing him back to her nest, and rearranging his guts with her huge cock.
shes so much taller than him, even as wide and round as he is, she dwarfs him in comparison. he experiences being manhandled for the first time with her, she tosses him onto the bed and folds him every which way as she fingers open his hole with her thick fingers, claws retracted for his safety, but later will be in full spin as she scratches down his chest and marks him as her own. copia’s pathetic little cock hanging between his thighs untouched, cirrus pays most attention to his needy hole, theres no reason for her to waste time with his cock anyhow, he’d probably just cum prematurely and ruin all their fun.
flipping copia over onto his back, cirrus lets her cock fall fat and heavy over his groin, making his dick look absolutely tiny in comparison to hers. cirrus rubs her length along his dribbling little cock and just chuckles at the weak sound it pushes out of him.
“your little cock is barely the size of my balls, sweetheart. how do you please anyone with that thing?”
cirrus takes his length in her hand for just a moment long enough to give him a light squeeze, pulling another breathy moan from him.
“i don’t, i- it doesn’t fit…”
sounding so miserable and humiliated under cirrus’ heated gaze. she purrs at him lovingly.
“its alright, baby, i can make you feel good. don’t need to worry about a thing.”
when she pushes into him his eyes go wide as saucers, he feels absolutely split open, his tummy even bulging a bit with the length inside of him. he silently casts aside a prayer to satan that he can walk the next morning after his ghoulette destroys his insides.
after cirrus empties inside of him, he feels full to the fucking brim, whining as he massages his lower stomach weakly, his tiny cock giving a meek kick at the feeling of cirrus cum pouring from his abused hole in globs.
Cirrus should def peg copia after hes drunkenly stuffed himself at a party. He needs it. Hes full and happy and whar could make it better? CIRRUS STRAP
copia has to have help with her pants :c she needs suspenders, and needs someone to unclip her (lesbianperpetua)
she her copia plsssss kiss me on the lips
suspenders digging into her shoulders bc they have sooo much weight to hold up, her big belly poking out so much….
im making this ab circopia… but cirrus sliding her finger under her suspender strap and snapping it back against her belly and making her skin all red, listening to her gasp. having to help her in and out of her clothes bc poor copia is too big to lean over and reach her shoes, cant pull her pants up by herself and gets stuck in her shirts god im fucking drooolinggg
shes so helpless everyone needs to take advantage of her and grope her big belly and fat tits plsplsplspls
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.
