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It was no secret that Copia loved food. The clergy head had spent a lot of time indulging when he had been the face of the band, and now he had plenty more time to do so. His (now very soft) figure reflected this.

Maybe it didn't help that he had multiple enablers. Cumulus and Swiss, now retired from the band as well as of the newest cycle, loved meeting every little lustful want and gluttonous desire their Papa had. He had earned it. Not that he had to earn anything. He was so, so dear to his ghouls, and it was a pleasure to watch him grow into his new role.

Aether, though… Aether was on a completely different level.

The ghoul had left the band earlier on, gladly letting Phantom take his place. His real calling, he had been saying, was taking care of those at the Ministry in the best way he knew how— working in the kitchen. It suited him, really. Strong, dexterous hands worked tirelessly, preparing food at all hours. The heat in the kitchen only ever made Aether look better, beads of sweat becoming stars on the sky of his skin.

Naturally, when Copia had been given his new position, Aether couldn't have been happier.

As he was held against the quintessence ghoul. Thick claws glided over his stuffed middle, thick fat now taut as the stomach inside stretched to its limit.

"How was it?" Aether's other hand came up to Copia's face, brushing away stray crumbs and cupping the man's cheek.

"Perfect," Copia purred, "it's always perfect." He shifted, laying more up against the ghoul. "How do you do it, huh?" He smiled slightly, sleepily.

Aether hummed quietly. "Just my nature, I 'spose." He gave Copia's belly a gentle squeeze, eliciting a little squeak. "Quints used to be angels. We hold onto that want to take care of humans." He chuckled, kissing the man's cheek. "I fell and found you. I knew you were my guy. All scared and scrawny when we met. And look at you now, huh? Our big strong clergy head. You're doing so much better with help than you would've on your own." He shrugged. "Or maybe I just want to see how big I can get you."

"I think it's both." Copia lazily stretched, content in his current life. "I'm pretty sure that's why you fell."

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"Can we go back inside yet?" Copia sat on one of the garden's benches.

Mountain turned, setting down the crates he had brought out from the shed. "Papa," he said, standing back up to his full height. "We've been out here for 10 minutes. We haven't even started yet."

"Well when are we starting," Copia huffed, pouting, as if he was supposed to be doing the work here instead of laying back on the bench and getting comfortable. "I'm, eh. Really busy later today." He was not.

Mountain ignored that, instead getting to work plucking ripe fruits from the tree shading the two of them. Time passed in the still-warm autumn air, Copia alternating between complaining and rambling about whatever came to mind, and Mountain nodding along and occasionally throwing out an "uh-huh," or an "oh shit, for real?"

At some point, Copia had fallen asleep, somehow managing to get comfortable enough to do so. He was awoken by something pressing into his face, and a sweet smell.

"Hey." Mountain was leaning over the bench from behind, pressing a fruit right up to Copia's mouth. "Try this." Though much of the ghoul's face tended to be obscured, his eyes gave off a certain eagerness.

"Wha…?" Copia had barely opened his eyes, let alone had the chance to sit up and register what was happening.

"Try it," Mountain repeated, backing off just a bit to let the man sit up and take what he was holding.

"Wha- what am I trying," Copia more said than asked as he turned the object in his hands. Some kind of fruit, though indeterminate. Something between an apple and a peach. The color was almost pink. It looked good, and it was definitely the source of that smell, too. But what the hell kind of fruit was this?

Mountain slid around to the front of the bench, sitting down next to Copia. He gingerly took the fruit back, moss-colored hands holding it with the utmost care. "It's- it's that fruit, you know?" The blank expression that answered him made him clarify. "It's hard to put a name to. I don't think it translates well. But we got a sapling a few months back that was supposed to grow fruit that humanity hasn't been able to have in a long, long time." His eyes squinted a bit, the only physical sign of happiness he could show. He held the fruit to Copia's lips. "So go ahead. Try it."

Having fruit shoved into his mouth wasn't the first thing Copia was thrilled to do, but Mountain was one of the most trustworthy people he knew. He took a bite, and was immediately met with tender, juicy flesh. It was sweet, almost citrus-y. The flesh melted away in his mouth, letting him savor the pure flavor of this ancient fruit. "Fuck," he breathed, taking it into his gloved hands. "'S good," he said through his next mouthful. "Real good." The last chunk was quickly sucked down Copia's throat, and he quickly licked any excess from his fingers and lips.

"You like it, huh?"

Nodding, Copia leaned back. "It's one of the best things I've ever had." He sighed dreamily. "I don't even like fruit that much. But fuck, that was good, Mountain." His eyes took on a pleading sparkle. "Do we have more?" He was already thinking about all the things he'd have Aether make out of these things. "Tell me we have more."

A knock brought Copia's attention to its source: Mountain's boot tapping one of the fruit crates, only one of the many he had filled with the sweet, perfect fruits. "Papa," the ghoul puffed up just a bit with pride, "of course we have more. sinners like you need their forbidden fruit." He tossed another to Copia, who immediately sank his teeth into it. "Don't you?"

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It was a breezy evening. Crickets chirped out their songs, the remains of a sunshower gently pittered against windows, and plants losing their green took in sunlight while they still could. Inside, it was equally relaxed.

Evenings like this were becoming one of Copia's favorite times. They didn't beat the feeling of being out on stage, shaking his ass and prancing around while singing songs— but he appreciated the calm that would wash over him after work hours ended. On nights like this, he'd find himself hanging around his office for a while before heading back to his quarters. Why rush?

This particular evening he was reclining on the office couch, one arm slung around Cirrus, and the other resting on the couch's arm as he held his third glass of wine. He wasn't really sure if he was at the point of drunkenness yet, but he was definitely giggly and floaty. It was great feeling this way on its own, let alone with Cirrus encouraging it.

"Ah, heheh…" This was not the only thing she was encouraging. "You'll, eh… you'll have to dig for it, you know…?" This was punctuated with a soft sound somewhere between a hiccup and a burp. "It was already small, but—"

"I know, Cardi, I know," Cirrus cut him off, gently taking the wine glass and setting it on the side table. "But don't you deserve it?" Her claws ran down his front, stopping at the thin strip of flesh peeking out from under his shirt. He shivered.

"I do. I-I do. Deserve it," he nodded along, letting the ghoulette grope at his milky flesh. "I definitely deserve it…"

Cirrus slid down from her spot to kneeling in front of Copia, her movements smooth and her hands still on him. "That's right. You deserve it. Now help me out." Both hands pushed her lover's gut up for him to grab on to, enough to be able to unbutton his pants and get at his crotch. Pulling his clothes off was a bit of a process, given the added heaviness his weakened balance gave to the already heavy man, but she managed. At least it was only half of his body this time.

Every single touch sent tingles and shivers through Copia. Cold hands against his hot flesh, the sensation of her hair and horns on the underside of his belly, and her breath that close… He was already hard before she even started. By the time he had barely brushed her fingers on his fat pad, he was already leaking. "Ah… p-please, Cirrus, I need you to hurry—!" His cock had been found, and he could feel Cirrus's lips, her tongue, her teeth on it. If he was a bit of a mess before, he was a complete wreck now. It was hard for him to really clearly think about what was happening. His breath was heavy and shaking, and frankly so was most of his body at this point. Oral felt good. It always felt good, he knew this, he had known this for a while now thanks to the years spent with his ghouls. But fuck, it felt even better now. Maybe it was how much hotter it was at this size, how much more sensitive his body had grown. Maybe it was almost a power thing, the idea that he could crush his partner in this at any moment if he just let go of his middle. The crooked smile on his face twitched a bit. He wouldn't do that. But what an idea it was. He had definitely thought about things like that more in general these days. Maybe he'd ask Cirrus about something like that later.

He shuddered and gasped as he came— probably not for the first time tonight. God. Fuck. He'd ask later if he could remember. It was hard to think about much like this.

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Rain loved getting to work medical. As a band ghoul, he naturally enjoyed the touring and performing and everything that came with them. Still, he appreciated how different it was. He was very good at playing nurse.

Was it bad for a nurse to have a favorite patient? Maybe. He didn't care. He had a certain fascination with Copia and every little change the clergy head's body had gone through over the years.

"Looks like you're at about… 3…?" The water ghoul's delicate fingers slid the weights on the scale. "Oh! 405 now." His eyes lit up a bit as he noted that down. "Impressive. Very impressive," he mused as he stepped aside to let Copia sit back down. Flicking his gaze up to the man, he continued. "You've really worked hard on it, huh?"

"I, eh…" Copia chuckled, squirming a bit in his seat. "I wouldn't call it work. It just, eh… you know? Happened."

"Mhmm," Rain prodded at Copia's gut with his pen. "This just happened. Appeared over night." He chuckled. "Happens all the time."

Copia glanced away, a light blush dusting his cheeks. "Ah. Well." He idly picked at his glove. "Next is the, eh… Physical exam, thing, right?" When Rain nodded, Copia pulled his jacket and shirt off. "Can I, ah…?"

"You can keep the gloves on, yes." Rain knew his Papa had been growing since day one— his meager diet had been replaced early on into his front man days, lest he faint in the middle of practice, or god forbid a concert. Once a scrawny cardinal, he had grown large as Papa… And now, as Frater Imperator? "Huge" was the only word that tended to come to mind. His legs had grown thick, as had his arms. Some muscle still existed underneath, though softness had greatly overtaken definition. His face had softened up as well, cheeks rounding out and neck thickening.

The crown jewel of it all, though, was the torso. A softened chest resting on a large belly. A pale expanse, freckles sprinkled all over the flesh. Stretch marks, newer ones tinged pink, older ones nearly silver on Copia's milky skin. The dark hair on his chest and belly contrasted like the night sky against the moon. At this point, a second roll was just barely forming, not enough yet to be distinct, but just enough that the flesh at his sides was folding over.

"Fuck— You're so…" Rain's hands gingerly gripped at thick love handles. "I know I said I was impressed, but…"

Copia alternated between looking at rain, and looking away to an empty spot on the wall. "I, uh, I know. I, eh, let myself get pretty big and—"

"You're gorgeous," Rain breathed, feeling the warmth squish under his hands. "Let me ask: you're eating well, right?"

"I, er— y-yeah?" He paused, thinking, but answered again, "yeah. I, eh, I still eat what's on the meal plans, I mean. If that's what you mean."

Rain nodded. "Then you're doing just fine." He sighed. "Perfect, even. You know that, right?"

"I, eh, p… perfect?" Copia's crooked smile had finally just barely appeared. "I-I know it's, eh, attractive, but—"

"I'm serious." He moved his hands up, resting on top of wide hips. "You're the most beautiful man… Hell, the most beautiful person in the Ministry in general." He leaned forward, flattened nose touching Copia's. "You know that."

"I, eh… I-I do know that," He chuckled shyly. "But, I, ah— I can't say that, I don't think. Not when I'm—"

He didn't get to finish that thought. Rain had pressed a kiss into him, quick, but deep enough that it scrambled his head a bit. "Shh, shh…" The ghoul pulled back. "You can say it. You should say it. You're in charge now." His hands traced up Copia's chest to his cheeks. "You're in charge, you're perfectly healthy, you're the picture of beauty in this church." He worked the man's face like dough. "Understand?"

Copia nodded the best he could.

"Good!" Rain chirped, pulling back. "Then we can move on to the next part of the exam." He readied a stethoscope, sitting in his own chair as Copia sat back down. "Now, let's hear your heart."

Copia shivered at the feeling of cold metal on his hot skin.

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"They're not going to tie, Papa."

"They will, you just have to pull more."

"I'm pulling as much as I can, man."

"Well pull harder and maybe they'll eek—!"

Dewdrop stood up dusting himself off, and then doing the same to Copia. "There. Tied." He smirked. "Happy?"

"Very," Copia wheezed, trying to give himself enough room to breathe. The pants had been tight at the start of the tour, but they had never been this hard to get on. At this point he was just glad he had started attaching the suspenders before he tried putting his pants on. Those were easy to pull on. Maybe his shirt buttons were straining a bit and the sleeves felt extra tight especially with the jacket, but…

…

Okay, so maybe there was a reason things felt a little too tight. Maybe he moved a little too fast, or too far. It was hard to remember in the moment. What Copia did know was that here, at the end of the encore, the buttons of his shirt had finally given way. One second he was singing and talking about wobbling asses, and now his belly was on full display, wobbling more than his ass had been. 

At least it was the end, but he felt like he'd fucked everything up. He could feel heat in his face, he felt totally exposed, and this was the worst thing this could have happened during. Sure, everyone was still cheering, but how many were going to go home thinking about that over anything else from the night?

Everything was a blur until everyone was back on the tour bus. Mostly because someone had finally gotten Copia's attention.

"I fucked up," Copia babbled. "I-I looked like a pig out there."

Dew tried to get a word in. "Listen—"

"I know everything was tight, but there's no way I— I think I'm missing a button. It's gone."

"Papa I think—"

"Everyone's going to make fun of me. I'm just going to get remembered as the one who managed to get too fat on tour. God. It's pathetic."

"Is that why you're hard?!" Okay, maybe Dew had asked that a little too loudly. 

Copia clamped his hand over his crotch. The ghoul watched as he opened his mouth, closed it, turned away, and turned back. "Maybe…?" His hand didn't move. "Maybe it was a little, eh… exciting. But I—"

"Are you trying to ask me to help you out here?" That one got a rapid nod. Dew sighed. "Fine. Fine. Let me untie you first."

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Apotheosis had done nothing but good for Copia. Maybe it would do good for anyone, but after a life of feeling completely insignificant, it felt good to be on top in a way humanity could only dream. Finally, finally, she was living how she deserved.

The deep adoration of worshipers kept her fed as much as the feasts presented to her did. Her form showed it. Far from human now, she had grown massive, larger than the church she had once been a part of. Her body had become like the night sky, freckles turned into stars, stretch marks becoming trailing comets.

As her people loved her, so did she love them. She would take her darling ghouls into her hands, and bring them up to her face. So small now. So cute.

Aurora currently had the attention of the goddess. Curled up in her massive hand, she was a soft lump of warmth and fur to be cherished.

Copia brought the cunicular ghoulette to her lips, pressing kisses to the demon. "I think," she breathed, her smile gentle and warm, "I could eat you up." It wasn't out of the question. Ghouls would return after the destruction of their bodies, never any worse for wear.

Nuzzling against Copia's fingers— almost the same size as she was— Aurora giggled. "I wouldn't mind." Frankly, being eaten was an honor. It was like returning to swirling nuclear chaos, something far more ancient than Heaven and Hell. Though ghouls returned in new forms, something of their essence would remain on the vast welkin of Copia's belly.

Closer now. "Is that so?" Her lips brushed against the ghoulette's body. "You want to be part of me? My dear marshmallow bunny?"

Aurora nodded, and her communion began. It was slow, gentle. She rested in her goddess's mouth, baptized in the warmth and dampness. Soon enough it would continue, progressing further, the body melting away as it reached its destination. In time, she would return in a new form, ready to serve and worship again.

For now, a new constellation had been added to Copia's body.

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It was a beautiful summer day. The sun shone down, sparkling across the surface of the water. The Ministry's lake was usually pretty frigid— no issue for the ghouls, of course— but some days, if the sun hit it right, it could be a nice swimming spot for the human members.

Not that Cici was planning on swimming anytime soon. She was perfectly content on her lounge chair, taking in the warmth and enjoying drinks. Truly, summer bliss.

Being waited on by a hunky ghoul was definitely a plus.

"Oh, Aether!" She called, shaking a drained glass, melting ice cubes clinking the inside. "I need another Baja Blast!" She set it down on the side table for him to refill, then beckoned him to come sit with her. Naturally, this meant straddling her.

The ghoul's large body pressed against Cici's own as he got close to her. "Yes?" He shifted, pressing his pelvis more into hers. "You finally need something besides Mountain Dew?" He squeezed at the side of her exposed belly.

Cici huffed. "I have to need something to talk to you?" She trailed her fingers on the back of one of Aether's thighs. "I can't just want to see you?" She pulled him closer.

"I think this is more than just wanting to see me," Aether purred, grinding himself against her.

"Fuck—! Aether!" She was used to him taking initiative, but God, if he didn't catch her by surprise sometimes. "Here? Now?"

Aether nuzzled against her face, purring. "I can't help it. You know I love seeing how big you've gotten." He gently nibbled her cheek, drinking in her warmth and softness, "Hm… Actually, maybe all that soda is doing you favors. You taste sweeter."

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In many cases of dragons living very close to villages, the village tends to get destroyed. However, rarely— very, very rarely— the citizens may be able to live peacefully with the monster that has taken up residence nearby. Which, of course, is why Aether didn't bat an eye at his most prominent customer.

Being so massive, she couldn't come in herself. Instead, every night, she'd sit at the village outskirts, tail thumping happily in anticipation of all the delicious treats she would get to scarf down. "Here, here." She would nudge piles of treasure to the baker in exchange. "Treasure for treasure, yeah?"

"Cici, I'm starting to think you don't go about this whole 'dragon' thing right." Playful, but the dragon still huffed in response.

"I'm great at dragoning, thank you. I just don't see the whole point in all those useless stones and metal." She got a mouthful of pies and bread from the delivery cart. "Look at the size of me. I get to be fat and lazy. Pinnacle of dragonhood."

Well. That was true. The dragon was absolutely massive, probably the same size as a decent castle. She had been pretty big before she and Aether had worked out their deal, but now? Her massive scaly belly almost always touched the ground, and if her already small wings couldn't carry her very high before, their futile flapping would only serve to kick up a weak breeze now.

"Bring more next time," the dragon half-growled through fillings and crust. "I'll double the gold or whatever. This is starting to not be enough." A blue tongue flicked out of her mouth, lapping up stray fruit chunks from the white scales of her face.

Aether chuckled, approaching her and giving her rotund side a good pat. "Yeah? What if I don't?"

Swallowing down the last of the pastries, Cici snorted. "Or else…?" She shifted, bringing her great maw right in front of her little baker friend. "Or else, I'll eat you," she grinned, baring teeth the size of Aether's body. "Is that enough of a deal?"

This got a good scratch under her soft chin. "It's a start," the baker purred. his hands disappearing in pillowy dragon flesh. "Maybe get a little bigger, then I might be convinced you'll eat people."

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Copia hummed as he dragged his hand across his his middle. The fabric was smooth and cool, a contrast to his warm, hairy flesh. Frankly, the fact that it was visible through the blue sheer fabric made it even better. He wasn't usually the type to admire himself, but as he stood in front of the mirror in the Marian blue babydoll, he was really getting into it.

He never really would have considered wearing something like this a few years ago, when he was smaller, but now that he had so much to look at and grope and love on… Well, why shouldn't he? Sliding his hand under, he squeezed at his chest. As he caressed and worked at the flesh, he could feel the nipple harden, and shivers move down his spine.

God, he was teasing himself. His other hand moved down, under his gut and fat pad. Oh, yes. He was hard and already leaking. Had he always been this easy to work up?

It didn't really matter. Digging a bit more in, he drew in a sharp breath. He needed to do this now. Copia's thick fingers worked at his little cock, the combined friction of his fat on top adding even more to the sensation. He kept feeling himself up, groping at every part of himself he could reach. Fuck, it felt amazing being this big. He needed more.

It was a pretty common fantasy for him, these days, the idea of getting even bigger. Being a little over 400 pounds was already pretty huge, sure, but why not shoot for something a bit more impressive. His breath grew heavy as he continued his masturbation, mind settling more on that hypothetical goal. He needed a perfect size. How about 666 pounds? That would be fitting for the leader of the Satanic Ministry, surely.

Shuddering, he was working himself up even more. His whole body felt like it was burning up. His soft form was growing slick with sweat, lingerie sticking to his body, and cum starting to mix with it down below. He was already so big… How big would 666 even be? He'd need help from his ghouls, surely… They'd have to wait on him hand and foot.

More.

They'd probably have to help him when he couldn't masturbate anymore. Oh, now wouldn't that be something… So big and powerful, but unable to get himself off anymore.

More.

He'd be almost completely helpless, he thought. Just too big to be the only one handling him anymore. His ghouls would treat him so well, feeding him, bathing him, fucking him. It would be pure luxury.

He hit his limit, finally. Cum oozed out of his cock, coating the underside of his belly. Copia let out a heavy, shaky sigh as he sank to his knees. Pulling his hand back up, he absently sucked his own fluid off of his fingers as he eyes himself in the mirror.

666 pounds… he thought, head swimming.

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Hungry. That was the first thought in Cici's head when she woke up, as it had been every day. For as long as she could remember, the dragon had an absolutely insatiable appetite. Of course. That's how dragons are, after all.

She rolled over, off of her hoard of pillows and blankets, onto the cool cave floor. With a huff, torches high up on the walls lit up with cold blue flames. Plodding over to her food hoard— naturally, more proof she was peak dragon; multiple hoards— and began her daily ritual of gorging.

It felt good to eat, to briefly feel satisfied, to feel full. To feel her stomach stretch, for her belly to grow taut. Cici loved to savor the flavors of her collection, the sweetness of fruits, the savory meats and sauces they were prepared in. Sometimes, though, sometimes it was so easy to disregard flavors, to just swallow as much as she could shove into her mouth at once. It was more important to feed.

All day she devoured her hoard; by the time she finished, the sun was setting. Finally sated, she breathed a heavy sigh. Trying to stand, it was quickly apparent that none of her legs could reach the ground. The massive beast was stuck on her bloated belly. Her tiny wings flapped uselessly as she rocked back and forth, trying to remedy her situation, but it was no use. "Ugh… whatever…" Cici yawned, tired out from both her binge and exerting herself. It wasn't like this was the first time. Eyelids growing heavy, she soon drifted off to sleep. At least she'd be closer in the morning. It was nice to have a head start.

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Okay. Maybe it had been bound to happen at some point. Maybe her habit of snacking when she was stressed out— and, let's face it, she was always stressed out— combined with her large meals had led to faster weight gain than most people tended to experience. And, sure, it probably didn't help that she had gone from constantly moving around onstage to sitting on her ass for a job. And she was pretty sure that she was remembering how estrogen worked, and that it made the body hold fat in different places than before…

But god fucking damn it. Cici had finally managed to get her stupid fat ass stuck in her office chair. This would be hot if it were on purpose, probably, but it wasn't and she didn't have an audience, which meant she would have to call someone in here to tell them she was too fat to get out of her chair and that she needed help. Fumbling with her phone, she called the first ghoul she managed to hit the contact for.

"Nyello?" Ah Swiss. Good. She had managed to dial one that was actually here.

"Hhhhey… Swiss. Swisstopher. Swiss Army Ghoul." It was incredibly hard to word things normally right now. "I, eh…" It had always been hard to ask for help in any situation but this was an entirely new level of difficulty. "Can you, ah… come to my office for a minute?"

"You rang?" Swiss melted out of the shadows of the room, sending Cici to the floor with a yelp. Naturally, the chair went with her. "Ah. Yeah okay I see what—" he had to stifle a laugh. "Yeah, okay C, lemme see what I can do." One hand on the top of the chair, the other gripping on to Cici, he pulled her up, so that she was at the very least upright instead of on her face. "What the hell does Aether feed you?" he cracked his back.

Red-faced, fingers digging into the armrests, Cici sputtered. "Does that— can we talk about that later?" She tried again to free herself. No change. "Listen, can you maybe, ah." She gestured ast herself. "Just. Get me out of this chair."

"Alright, alright, hang on." The ghoul came around to be in front of her. "I can probably just…" He put his hands on Cici's sides, and worked them in between her and the armrests. "Oh, you are stuck stuck."

"Wh— Yeah?! Why would I call you if I—?"

Swish shrugged, trying to get a better grip. "I dunno. Kinda sounded like a cover up." His claws dug into her, just a bit. "You've done weirder." One foot on the floor, the other on one of the chair's base to keep it in place, he readied himself. "Okay. I'm going on three."

Cici nodded. "Okay. Three. Got it—!" She was suddenly pulled, sticking a bit before finally coming free, the both of them falling to the ground. "Wha…" She was dazed, laying on top of the ghoul. "What h-happened to three…?"

Swiss shifted sucking in air. "You said three. I figured you were ready." Do you need help, uh…"

Cici groaned, giving him a peck on the cheek before totally collapsing. "Later. I need a minute or… like, a million."

The ghoul laughed, wheezing slightly under her. He gave her back a pat. "Well, I'll be here when you need it, then."