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Using this as an opportunity to spread my Dewmulus propaganda 🫡🫡🫡

💝💝💝HAPPY VALENTINES DAY :DDD 💝 💝💝💝

I got you all gift cards to Fat Satanic Pope Hooters!! But the waiter keeps eating all your food :/

(Stuffing below the cut 😚😚)

Probably too much skin for tumblr so. Copia belly squeeze under the cut lol

HEADSHOT‼️‼️‼️

She want that cookie so effin bad (/ref)

SMILES EVILLY.

I don't think he'd even notice for like. At least a month and a half. He was already big when the curse hit. And he had already outgrown his clothes several times before this so the ministry tailor knows to give him some room to grow.

About 40 pounds in though, and he knows something is up. He was already putting on weight pretty quickly since being promoted but he was absolutely ballooning up the last few weeks. He's covered in new stretchmarks, which he had a few of before now but his hips, belly, thighs... even his chest and arms were covered in them. He doesn't say anything to anybody though, too embarassed that they'd reprimand him for letting his weight get so out of control he couldnt even keep up with it.

He squeezes into his suits at 50 pounds heavier, absolutely winded just having to roll out of bed and get dressed.

He can hardly help himself up the stairs at 60 pounds heavier, needing Aether or Cumulus's help to get up even a few steps and out of chairs. He's back at the tailor again, who's absolutely SHOCKED at how big he'd gotten since last time. It had barely been 2 months! Sure, their Frater had a reputation for... growing into his role. But never this quickly.

70 pounds heavier and he can't fit into his office seat anymore, the arms of the chair dig into the sides of his huge, soft belly. He learned at 68 pounds (just 2 days ago) that he'd get stuck if he tried, and the humiliation of having to call Swiss to his office to get him unlodged from a seat threatening to collapse like a house of cards under his weight was not something he'd ever want to face again. He's forced to work strictly from his couch, which creaks dangerously when he drops his weight onto it. He starts to think maybe some disgruntled employee is sneaking weight gain supplements into his food... but even when Aether establishes a rule that he be the only ghoul that ever comes in contact with Cardi's food, C continues to grow uncontrollably.

At 100 pounds even is when his brother and the other ghouls get back from tour. They expected Cardi to have gained some weight while they were gone... but when he doesn't come to greet them they become worried. He was so embarassed he couldn't even face them. Besides, walking from his office to the lobby of the ministry had become so exhausting. Even the walk from his bedroom to his office would have him wheezing and panting and needing to take a break. He weighs nearly 600 pounds at this point. He thinks on it... and realizes he wouldn't mind this size so much if his body had been given time to adjust to it. He's on his 3rd new suit in hardly 5 months... he can't get up off the couch without help anymore... and its starting to impact his ability to socialize with his ghouls…

He finally allows the touring ghouls to see him at 105 pounds. They're clearly shocked- he didn't blame them- but don't make him feel bad. He's so relieved they treat him the same as they always have, showering him with affection and giving him hugs and kisses. Even if he can't get up off the couch to reciprocate properly. He addresses the obvious finally, mentioning his rapid and extreme weight gain that had been occurring lately. His stutters through his explanation in iconically Cardi fashion, speculating whether it was stress... his sedentary job… he waves his hands around in gestures while he explains, trying to make jokes that hardly cover up his obvious concern.

Cirrus finally slows him down, shushing him and assuring him it's okay. She asks if he's been to the doctor, which he shyly admits he has not. Just out of embarrassment. She assures him he has nothing to be embarrassed about, but if it was concerning him he needed to get it looked into. She helps him work up the courage to schedule an appointment for later in the week.

In the meantime, however… she, Dew and Mountain can't help but be very, very interested in his new body. His longest and most loyal ghouls all cuddle up to him on his couch, which creaks ominously again before finally snapping loudly under the weight of all 4 of them. He gasps in shock, before all of them burst into laughter. That was bound to happen in another month or so anyways if they hadn't come back from tour by now.

They rub his massive, soft belly and pepper his squishy face with kisses, soothing the angry red stretchmarks that covered his body with gentle hands and light scratches. There's enough room on his big, plush body for all of them to get enough of him. He relishes the attention, finally getting the loving touch he needed after months of being humiliated and concerned over his weight.

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