Archive of Our Own

     In the days leading up to the year’s end, the season of winter already descended onto Hell, flourishing for quite some time. Despite its eternally-heated temperature carrying through all of the rings, chilly weather had made its way to every one of them, bringing about a swirling cold that spread throughout the entire plane, paradoxically setting itself against the heat, yet being a generally-welcome change to its varying populations. Although Hell had not frozen over per se, the Pride Ring in particular had been coated in a thick blanket of snow, quickly instilling the season in a more evident fashion than simply the mere time of year and already-colder weather. This seasonal occurrence allowed for demons to embrace the outdoor environment of the Pride Ring and its majorly-covered cityscape, whether they chose to or otherwise. Aside from that vast number of fallen souls, Hell’s princess was keen on spreading holiday cheer to those in the ring of sinners, especially to those she had grown close to since beginning her endeavour with the Hazbin Hotel.

     Despite being of Hellborn descent, Charlie’s fascination with the living world and their customs led her to develop a deep admiration of the holidays, sparking around this very time of year if not well in advance, as Christmas neared in its coveted day. Her long-gestating love towards it and the other holidays that took place around that same time blossomed from within her being, showing itself in the days and even weeks before they were even remotely close to occurring, for she could not contain her excitement to get involved with them for yet another year in a row. Resulting in this uncontainable joy, she had gone to great lengths to dress the hotel in appropriate furnishings and additions, arranging it and her attire to reflect Christmas in her own perfect way; amplified all the more by those she was happy to have in her infernal existence.

     Christmas lights in a multitude of bright colours hung all over the interior, primarily within the lobby. Their blinking persisted feverishly, constantly reminding the miniscule number of fallen souls within its walls of the time of year that was commonly brushed aside in this chaotic realm. Furniture from tables to chairs had been embellished with small decorations, between smaller-scale replica presents and festive-themed cushions being set on them both respectively. Along the long staircase leading up to the floor above the lobby, a long green ribbon swirled around and around the railings on both sides, their colour highlighted against the majorly red and golden interior that the lobby and many other parts of the building displayed all-over. Most apparent out of all these decorations was the massive tree that sat towards the left side of the lobby, towering at over ten feet tall and nearly covered with varying ornaments of different colours, shapes, and sizes, while still leaving its green pines visible through their widespread appearance. Already a far different place compared to the rest of the Pride Ring, its interior more than evidently consisted of a fully-decorated lobby, clearly displaying the passion for Christmas that Charlie embodied, with her going even further in these efforts by way of decorating many rooms and other parts of the building, while also getting sinners involved; one of whom she was on her way to.

     Casually descending the large set of steps leading into the lobby, Charlie entered, wearing a purposely-tacky Christmas sweater with a sewn-in image of green hellfire on its front and back, made all the more vibrant by the red colour that took up the majority of the attire. With festive cheer brimming across her face, she bouncily stepped towards the hotel’s bar, where Husk currently worked through yet another day. At first, the winged cat-demon, wearing nothing but a top-hat and black pair of overalls, paid no mind to any other presence in the lobby, focusing on cleaning one of the many glasses he kept with the variety of alcoholic contents that he served to sinners. As such, he failed to notice Charlie’s growing presence, slowly becoming more apparent with each nimble step she made to the bar, where she stood just behind the red-coloured barstools, and greeted the sinner with her usually bubbly voice. “Hey, Husk. Could I talk to you for a moment?” Charlie greeted and asked the cat-demon, much to his annoyance. He grunted a little, raising his eyes up from the glass he currently wiped down while scanning the lobby, seeing only Charlie and no one else. “Fine. Grab a seat. What’s on your mind?” He grumpily yet acceptingly responded and asked in his low, gruff voice, finishing his latest glass and placing it behind the bar, before resting his arms in a criss-cross pattern above the countertop while facing her.

     Charlie eagerly sat atop of the middle barstool – sandwiched between two others - facing Husk directly with nearly a foot of space apart from each other. This short distance stemmed primarily from the countertop which she sat in front of, looking at the sinner as she spoke what was on the tip of her tongue. “As you probably know, Christmas is around the corner.” The Hellborn began with, trying to work her way up to the question at the centre of this sparked conversation. “Yeah? What about it?” Husk replied with, sounding more curious than bitter. Charlie took a short inhale, hoping that she could calm whatever nerves floated about within her being, firmly readying herself to deliver her proposal. “I wanted to ask… would you be willing to don a Santa outfit and spread holiday cheer in and around the hotel?” Immediately, Husk’s eyes slightly widened, as his mouth went into a straight line, with his answer towards such a question instantly shooting through the thoughts in his head and directly out from his sharp orange teeth. “Oh, no. I’m not doing anything like that.” He firmly told Charlie, who looked at him with pleading eyes.

     “Sinners don’t exactly celebrate it down here, y’know? Myself included.” The fur-covered demon added, hoping to try and get that reality into the princess’s head. “At least, not in that way. If anything, they care more about… ‘Krampus’, or whatever his name is.” She understood where he was coming from with bringing that up, knowing that what she had in mind would probably be ridiculed and go largely unnoticed in the grand scheme of things. And yet, she hoped it would bring joy to at least someone; even by the smallest amount. “Yeah, I’m aware of that.” She politely told Husk, still hoping to convince him despite the sheepish look that briefly faded onto her face. Husk recognized her determination in spite of his and most other sinner’s views on it and the other holidays that circulated around this time of year, while still holding his reply towards her proposal with a firm, figurative grip. “There’s only one demon whose unreasonable orders I’ll take. And that, princess, is not you.” He told her, conviction written through his face. Sensing what he meant by these words of his, Charlie inquired further. “You’re referring to Alastor, aren’t you?” Charlie asked with a slight smirk. “Yep.” Husk bluntly replied, not even a second later.

     Fortunately for Charlie, she sensed this counter-point ahead of time, for she proceeded to inform Husk of something that may change his mind, even if involuntarily so. “Well, I actually did talk to Al about this idea before coming to you. It turned out he loved it so much that he already prepared an outfit for you.” Charlie revealed, much to Husk’s induced bitterness. “Damn it.” The winged cat-demon whispered to himself, facepalming upon hearing this revelation, knowing fully-well that his chances of getting out of this favour were drastically slimmed down. And yet, he tried once more to talk some semblance of sense into the Hellborn, deriving from his time spent in Hell, and what he had seen plenty of across multiple decades. “Do you think any of these ho-hum sinners care about this kind of thing?” Husk questioned her with a mix of his usual demeanor and a slight display of a more caring side. “I’ve seen plenty in my time down here, and if there’s once thing I’m certain of, it’s that nearly everyone else couldn’t give less of a shit about Christmas and other traditions from Earth. For most, that’s probably the last thing on their minds.” He went on, referring to the sinners’ collective residence in Hell, far from the lives they once led, and how a figure like Santa Claus had no place in the hotel, let alone beyond its front doors.

     If anyone aside from Charlie were to have tried and convinced a washed-up sinner like Husk to play holiday dress-up for brightening smiles and invoking the adjoined wintery season, this would be the point where such an attempt would fizzle out, invisibly dissolving into the air itself. In a place like this hellish afterlife, he had his fair share of plausible points, ones that related to the hotel and its purpose. But with the Hellborn involved, she knew it would take more than her simple pleas to work, as she tried once more to push through in her convincing. “I understand what you mean, Husk. I just want to try and spread some holiday cheer, no matter what becomes of my efforts. The thing is, I can’t do it on my own. Like the rest of the hotel, getting help from you and everyone else has been invaluable, leading us to where we are now.” Charlie explained, earnestness glimmering from her unignorable set of sparkling eyes. “It would mean a lot to have you aid me further, and by extension, Alastor, with giving us a hand here. So, please? Won’t you consider giving it a go, even for a silly Hellborn who wants to try and do something unheard of down here? At least for and around the hotel?” She concluded and asked respectively, her last efforts at invoking something in the sinner’s nearly-cold heart.

     Husk thought to himself for a multitude of seconds, being careful not to let his facial expressions suggest anything notable to the princess for the time being. He weighed his own pros and cons in his head, while incorporating and thinking over her words and pleas in tandem with his own words and concerns. Charlie watched him consider her proposal, before it seemed that he made up his mind. Looking down at the countertop before him, Husk let out a sigh, as he brought his head up at Charlie and delivered his final thoughts on the matter. “I’ll do it. But don’t make me regret it.” The demon informed her, who quickly showed her upmost appreciation towards the bartending cat. “Thank you so, SO much! It means a lot that you’re giving us a helping hand here.” Charlie enthusiastically spoke, startling Husk in how much cheerier she became in the blink of an eye. In extension of her reaction, she reached over the counter and across the bar, bringing her arms around the winged sinner to hug him closely. Husk considered flinching and dodging the princess’s oncoming advance of a hug against his form, internally debating that amidst the split second that he had before she leaned over and wrapped her arms around him. By the time her slim digits frizzled the fur on his arms and over his back, the bartender gave into the brief form of contact, allowing himself to be embraced in this manner that he viewed as trivial, keeping his face without much expression and his body language straight and stiff.

     Despite where he found himself at this exact second, Husk let himself be enveloped in this position for the handful of seconds that it commenced for, staying still for its duration as his eyes slightly glanced down at Charlie and the countertop where her head and torso hovered right above in her far-leaning motion. “Yeah, yeah, no problem.” He nonchalantly spoke, waiting for Charlie’s hug to be over with. Even though his eyes displayed a hint of sincerity away from her own. Once this short duration came to a close, Charlie removed herself from him, still displaying a bright smile from the help she now had as her eyes brought themselves back to Husk’s dodgy own pair. “The suit should already be inside your room. When you’re ready, give it a try and come see me. We can always adjust the measurements on it if needed.” Charlie informed him, who had not much to say regarding these loose instructions. “Sounds fine with me.” Husk simply responded, as he stared at Charlie’s lively eyes – a far-cry compared to his own.

     “Perfect! I have to get back to preparing a few other things around the hotel. I’ll see you soon, okay?” She spoke to him, standing up from the stool and back onto her two legs. “You got it.” Husk said back to her, watching the Hellborn begin to leave the bar. Charlie took several steps away from the establishment within the lobby before Husk perked up more than his laidback stance usually did, as he had a question form in his head, surprisingly feeling eager to ask her before she vanished elsewhere for the time being. “If you don’t mind me asking, is there a reason you prefer Santa to Krampus for this idea of yours?” He asked, bringing up Hell’s own holiday icon. Charlie turned around to face him from partway into the lobby, their distance between each other now several feet apart. “There is. Even if it reminds sinners of their lives to some extent or not, Santa is known by nearly everyone here. At least, that’s what I understand. No matter if I’m different from you and the rest of them.” She told him – her smile clear as always despite displaying a vocal tone that sounded slightly uncertain - before further walking away from the bar, with Husk watching her disappear promptly after. “Let’s see what this fucking suit is all about.” He muttered to himself, before approaching the side-entrance that granted him entry in and out of the bar. In no time at all, Husk took his leave, placing a small sign on the countertop reading “Be right back”, walking away from it and heading over to his room.

     Across a couple of short moments, Husk made his way through the ground floor of the hotel, venturing past a lengthy corridor where many rooms stood empty with upmost vacancy. Their golden doors radiated the same cold that the weather outside emanated in spades, with each one’s aura lightly brushing Husk’s fur as he walked by. The sinner moved past these identical-looking doors across the red velvety carpet and similarly-coloured walls, paying no mind to the emptiness that lingered in and around them, much like himself. Pondering little else in his mind at this time, he reached his own room at the end of the hall, appearing just the same as every room that surrounded it, with exception to its designated number. A casual grasp and turn of the doorknob with his claws granted him entry back into his personal haven; his escape and isolation from the rest of the demons that worked and resided elsewhere within the building. Without looking back, Husk closed the door behind him, before walking over to the bed across the room, where the Santa outfit Charlie told him about was ready for him to try on.

     Husk’s hotel room resembled that of a dressing room, albeit one meant for stage performers to ready themselves in, before emerging from and stepping onto the stage, all prepared to dazzle the crowd before them. This room, however, had no stage nearby. A twin-sized bed was positioned towards the centre of the right wall, with the top of the mattress and its pillow right against it. Across the room from its entrance, directly against another wall, a pair of enormous wooden dressers towered above Husk; their multi-drawered, dark-brown appearance having been there long before the sinner took up residence within this very space. Right next to them, at the centre of the back wall hung a long mirror, able to accommodate far-taller sinners, yet did the job for Husk to look at himself, if he ever desired to. Topping off the various items in his room were the small circular table to the left of his bed, completely filled with empty and half-drunken bottles of booze, a sizeable desk all the way across from the bed, complete with a chair, alongside a scattered deck of cards, a dust-covered journal, and more booze bottles with varying depleted contents, a dartboard with darts on the wall to the left of his desk, which he had not touched in ages, and a large square-shaped window, to the right of the mirror and the right of his bed – practically wedged in the corner - just as if not even more untouched than the dartboard.

     While not a huge space compared to some of the other suites inside the towering hotel, Husk’s room nevertheless contained a fair amount of space within its walls, equivalent to that of large kitchen, topped off with a ceiling that hovered above the cat-demon by a little over twice his average height (for that of a sinner). Even if Husk felt like a much smaller room would better suit him, he still continued to reside here, for he preferred the isolation it possessed as opposed to the rest of the hotel rooms across its many floors high-above him. Several steps across the finely-made red carpet led Husk to his blue-sheeted bed, where a bright costume of red and white were laid out in exquisite neatness, vertically placed along the covered mattress. The cat-demon’s sunken black and orange eyes scanned the soft-looking attire, looking over them in the midst of the conflicted feelings that still ran through his thoughts, though far more minimally compared to when he was back at the bar.

     Spread out over the entire bed from top to bottom, the typical components of a Santa Claus outfit were idly presented. They consisted of a shiny, primary-red, pointed hat with a fluffy white trimming and ball-shaped top, a jacket and pair of pants matching the shade of red, with the same soft white material located at the ends of both sleeves, around the collar, the bottom end of the suit, and vertically along the centre of the jacket – in addition to a thick black belt with a square yellow buckle at its centre - and a long white beard; fake yet genuine-looking. These pieces all looked back at Husk in their stationary positions, as though clamouring for the cat to put them on. Each one had been placed on his bed without a crease nor wrinkle anywhere on them. “Talk about taking the holidays seriously.” Husk casually muttered to himself, looking over the different components of the suit before beginning to put them on.

     Undressing by means of taking off his suspenders and top-hat, Husk grabbed the red bottoms first, lifting each of his legs one after the other to slip into both pant-legs. It was here that he began to note a few differences with the outfit that seemed to be tailored just for him. With the pants, there was a hole at the top of its backside, allowing his tail to fit through with no complications. Right after putting them on, Husk sensed the feeling of them surrounding his thighs and legs, his hips and behind. The bottoms sat comfortably around his waist… perhaps a little too snug, but he quickly picked up on just how soft and well-made they were. Now that they were placed onto his standard-sized form, he moved onto the jacket and belt, grabbing the former and examining it both front and back. Another notable adjustment came into evident view here, for two slits at the back of the jacket let Husk’s wings fit through them, emerging and sticking out from the soft fabric in complete visibility, without any compromises to the suit or the sinner’s comfortability with his unique physical attributes. The cat-demon spotted this when he turned the jacket around and stared at both thin holes, feeling content as he could that the suit was customized for himself in these slight yet impactful ways. From here, Husk slipped his arms and wings into each sleeve and out the pre-cut holes on the back, zipping it up before taking the belt and sliding it through the several thin openings that were located across the jacket, surrounding his body from right above where his flat stomach was positioned against the fabric.

     To conclude this seasonal dress-up, Husk picked up the red-and-white hat from the bed and placed it upon his head, where its ball-shaped top dangled just behind it, moving around whenever he did. As for the beard that remained last, Husk stared at it for a few seconds, contemplating over wearing it alongside the rest of what now laced his entire form. For the time being, he thought of putting it off. “I’ll get to that later.” He uttered to himself, leaving the fake beard still sitting on the bed as he walked over to the mirror, where he laid proper eyes on its current reflection, now showing him in a get-up he never expected to wear when he awoke this morning; let alone for the rest of eternity he had in Hell. Despite being the general antithesis of the jolly spirit and holiday goodness, the Santa outfit appeared to fit Husk rather nicely, contrasting against the bits of his barren body and fur that showed themselves from what remained visible outside of the covering material. Ironically, between himself and the being he was now dressed up as, there was the clear lack of a smile and happiness he both felt and exuded respectively; the latter in front of the glass pane before him.

     “I don’t know about this.” Husk hesitantly muttered to himself with a slightly miffed tone. “This outfit really isn’t doing me any favours. Fucking thing looks kinda tacky.” Despite agreeing with Charlie earlier, there was no backing down now from any form of confliction or second thoughts that still lingered inside of him. “I can’t even remember the last time I was fully clothed like this.” Husk verbally wondered to himself, eyeing the suit from top to bottom. In partially-swift movements, he turned his body from side to side, further looking over himself with shifty eyes, showing itself back to him courtesy of the sizeable mirror. He moved his arms upwards to better view the sleeves while lifting his feet off the floor to eye the pant-legs lower down. A complete turn-around showed the back of his form, showcasing his tail and wings from where they emerged from, idly moving about as the demon’s head turned back to stare at his reflection. Once he brought himself around to facing his front towards the mirror, another feeling became more apparent against his body; one that he felt while putting on the Santa suit, yet not as noticeable as it was now. “I could have sworn this wasn’t as snug when I first put it on.” Husk confusingly pondered, looking down at the outfit - his jacket in particular – before staring at it from the mirror’s image.

     CRREEEAKK!!

     Directly before Husk’s eyes, the Santa suit tightened itself all around him, further making itself snug against his body as he stared with shock and confusion at his reflection. “Ngh!” He briefly stumbled backwards from the sudden occurrence, while his eyes widened in surprise, taken aback by the strong, sudden feeling of the outfit ensnaring what remained of his comfortability while wearing it, leading him to grunt from the odd discomfort it inflicted upon him. Right away, Husk snapped out of his briefly-stunned period, catching his footing and properly standing back up. “Alright, this is getting weird.” He confusedly muttered before the mirror, feeling the fabric run tight along every inch of his covered-up being. Letting no time go by from here on out, the winged sinner attempted to remove the attire from his body, only to find himself greatly struggling. He went to undo and slide the belt off of his jacket, but found it unwilling to budge; an odd sight for the cat-demon considering that he was able to put it on with absolute ease only a moment ago. Now, the buckle wouldn’t even come loose, leading the sinner to fumble about with it, courtesy of his claws. “What gives? I can’t get this fucking thing off of me.” Husk realized, growing more frustrated with each additional second spent trying to move something that he had no issue with just earlier.

     Many seconds proceeded to speed by, where Husk continued to try and undo the belt, letting out an increasing amount of muffled swears from under his bated breath. Once this strange scuffle with the belt got the better of the demon, leaving him frustrated to his boiling point and feeling the building heat from both his movements and the outfit wrapped around him, Husk let go of the accessory, taking a step back from the mirror and promptly catching his breath. From there, the casino-cat tugged at the part of the jacket atop of his chest, as though trying to cool himself down from beneath it. When he went to enact that action, however, he found a strange sensation lurking from that very spot. No semblance of pain emanated from there. Rather, it was a strange stickiness that made itself known, with Husk looking down at the source of this feeling, displaying the same confusion he felt towards the belt. “Damn it! Not you too.” He bitterly spoke, a partial whining tone pouring from his voice.

     Across a few tugging motions at the jacket’s top and centre, Husk felt his bodily fur stretch outwards with the fabric, implying that the garb he wore had fused to his body, connecting with his fur and ensuring that both it and the fabric were going nowhere off of him. Yet, with the further instilling of dreadful uncertainty that welled up inside him, the cat-demon went ahead and felt around the suit, pulling at various parts of it across his entire body; ranging from the material above his chest and stomach furthermore, to what clung to his hips and legs. Even the dangling Santa hat now sat firmly on his head, not even budging in the slightest as he pulled at it, wincing a little as he felt the fur underneath it move and stretch with his futile attempts. Having exhausted himself with these frantic tugging motions, Husk paused his persistent efforts, looking up from his body and back at the mirror to look at himself once again. There, he observed himself in this constricting suit, now feeling defeated over its hold on him. “Now what the fuck do I do?” Husk asked himself, completely lacking any clue as such. Before he could even begin to ponder any remote possibilities on how to get out of this tight outfit, the strangest, most expansive sensation manifested and inflicted itself upon his lean physique.

     BLOOMPH!!!

     Husk felt a strong pressure form all over the lower half of his body, leading him to freeze in place as a purely surprised – even nervous - expression took hold of his face; an occurrence that seldom happened. “Ngh!” He growled, feeling the sudden and immense sensation expand his lower half all at once, nearly causing him to stumble backwards and fall onto his rear-end. The demon stood completely still, with his eyes having widened in pure surprise. His hands and arms tensed up at the same time, instinctively flinching and holding them right in front of his chest, as though protecting himself from some invisible threat. Both paws of his stayed firmly against the ground, having remained in place when the bizarre sound of weight forming and fabric stretching - in addition to the heavying sensation down there - was heard and felt by him. During this unexpected matter, Husk spoke not a word for several seconds, as he proceeded to slowly process what just happened to him. Through nerve-rackingly-slow movement, the sinner lowered his eyes downward, still gazing at the mirror, where he was met with the freakish sight of what he had now become. Before his eyes, the winged cat observed the lower half of his body, which had blown up in size and shape by thrice its former appearance, giving him a disproportionate form that beared striking resemblance to the shape of a wide teardrop.

     “Fuck.” Husk simply yet finally uttered, for he had no other words to better convey his thoughts and feelings over what just occurred. Moving his eyes back up along the mirror, he placed both of his hands onto his lower half, where he felt the immense adipose that now ridiculously filled it to the brim. His hips had taken on a wide, curvy formation – easily multiple times their former size – now being an immense far-cry from the average, if not unremarkable physical build he usually possessed. When his claws felt upon them, with each one being placed on both respective sides of his hips, he was met with a deeply soft sensation, given the amount of sheer girth that now housed itself inside of them. Below his hips, the cat-demon’s thighs widened to chunky proportions, wider and fluffier than even the most overstuffed cushions, rubbing against one another from even the merest movement made, whether he took a step anywhere or remained standing in place, with the pair passively swaying and jiggling about. Both legs of his thickened up on their own accord, having ballooned to match the rest of his lower half in size and heft, while his paws remained the same as before. Albeit, they had grown larger to keep up with his body’s new scale lower down.

     Having gotten a good view of the front of his bottom-half, Husk turned around, dreading what he secretly knew was awaiting him on the other side. A few wide rotating waddles took place, as the sinner moved himself around by 180 degrees, feeling a strange foreign feeling consisting of his shockingly-blown-up lower half wobbling in tandem with his movements. Once in this new position, he turned his head back as much as he could manage, only to be met with a sight even stranger and more befuddling than what he had already seen. There, right before both his vision and the reflecting mirror, Husk’s practically non-existent behind ballooned into two large gelatinous mounds akin to the largest of pillows; where a single hand pressing against a lone cheek would not even begin to cover the immense size they grew to. Both fur-covered cheeks swayed and jiggled with his movements both slightly and stationary, much like the rest of his lower form and the uncertain number of pounds that now padded it all.

     In addition to his far-bigger rear-end, Husk’s tail had greatly thickened. This specific appendage, apart from his limbs, now moved far more sluggishly than it did before, growing out a few times beyond its once lean formation, becoming soft and squishy as it brushed against his cheeks and across the air behind him; the complete view of which Husk had no proper words to say about, other than an annoyed “You gotta be kidding me.” It was at this moment of lingering observation that Husk noticed something different about the outfit still stuck on his body, specifically that of his pants. While they remained tight and fastened upon his enlarged lower half, the bottoms loosened up around where his ass now stuck out from – with some of his behind bulging through the hole meant for his tail - as only the top part of his cheeks were completely exposed, leaving the rest of his giant derriere underneath the seat of the pants, stretching them to the point where a deep, immense curvature could be easily spotted. Although he could still sense his fur being stuck to the outfit, Husk knew something was odd about the back of the pants sudden loosening up to try and accommodate his plush rump. “What the fuck is happening to me?” He questioned with disbelief pouring out from his mouth.

     He stared back at his behind for several seconds, moving his hands from his hips to briefly feel both cheeks ever-so slightly. This mere form of contact conveyed how soft and dense they now were, just like everywhere else across his teardrop-shaped bottom-half. Sharp claws sank into the padded flesh below his hips from behind, as the sinner’s eyes watched with curious bewilderment at his large, disproportionate form. He poked and felt around the considerable amount of girth that could no longer be contained by his pants, blushing slightly as he did so. Before he could get too absorbed into examining himself further, Husk stopped himself from prodding it, before turning himself around and facing his front towards the mirror yet again. “I gotta get help… but I can’t go out there. I’ll look like a fucking dumbass.” Husk verbally pondered, bringing his eyes up to the mirror’s surface to get another full-body look at his much-thicker self. “Well, more than what I already look like, anyways.” He added onto his previously-spoken words. By pure coincidence or malicious intent, the timing of his latest words could not have been better spoken.

     FWOOMPH!!!

     “Hrrk!” Husk grunted while shutting his eyes, feeling his top half expand with suddenness. Between his upper limbs and chest, his neck, and most prominently his midsection, they all heartily swelled up and out in an immense surge of heft, now matching his curvy bottom-half with all the fat throughout his physique. At the same time, a strong warmth exuding from his internal padding – both up-top and down-below - spread all throughout the demon, making him feel toasty warm, opposite from the colder climate outside. Once he got over this surprisingly-strong internal welling, Husk looked at himself, opening his eyes to do so. “Damn it!” He shouted in frustration, seeing himself even bigger than he already was. While he felt the obvious sense of déjà vu, the sinner eyed himself over, taking on a much more freaked-out expression over the vast amount of adipose that ballooned every part of his body into its now-heavier form, appearing ball-shaped with his mobility still intact. “Hmm… at least I look even now.” He grumpily admitted to himself about his rounded shape, while he could not shake off his lingering confusion over the growing situation. In plain view before himself, Husk could easily see the immense girth that re-shaped him into a near-globular, curvy being.

     Stuck in a holiday outfit that looked and felt considerably too small for his large, rounded body, Husk was left completely clueless in what to do next; too dumbstruck by his vastly plump self to try and find help, lest he wanted to embarrass himself in front of everyone in the hotel. The cat-demon’s completely chunky physique widened him by several times, in comparison to his former shape and size. Both his torso and hips had merged together, forming an undeniably-spherical-esque shape that had greatly expanded to become his defining feature. As a result, his limbs appeared slightly stubbier than they had once been, as both his arms’ own resounding thickness rested against his curvy sides, staying there for the time being. His legs and paws, in the meantime, grew wider and stubbier in their own right, slightly more than his arms, while both legs and further-thickened thighs were partially covered by his soft, sizeable belly.

     Far-wider arms and bloated hands were connected to rounded and bulkier shoulders, with both upper appendages feeling more sluggish to move and operate. Husk’s chest and mound of fur above it jutted outwards with a fair amount of its own fat, resembling breasts as they clearly displayed themselves, appearing pillowy to most anyone catching sight of them. Easily the most apparent effect of the winged cat’s second bout of swelling had to be his middle, blowing up into a tremendous belly that had been sculpted into a mesmerizingly-round paunch the size of a boulder, bigger than the base of even the largest of snowmen. While all of it was fairly hard to see from underneath the tighter, more stretched-out jacket still stuck upon his frame, the very bottom of his new gut peeked out from below, as the fabric covering his torso and middle distended much like his belly, clearly separating it from his pants in regards to the couple of feet it pushed out by. Aside from the bottom of it, the rest of the red-and-white jacket grew firmer in its continued attempts at fitting the bigger Husk, yet none of it nor his pants showed any signs of outright tearing… at least, not for much longer.

     BWOOOMPH!!!

     FWUMP! FWUMP!

     BLOOMPH!!!

     Across a series of large, incremental growth spurts, Husk watched and felt every part of himself expand wider and heavier with many pounds of pure, accumulating girth, inflating him like an anchoring balloon that would outsize even the most intimidating sinners around. Throughout his entire body, the winged demon witnessed himself growing fatter, frantically moving his girthy arms around to feel what he could of himself. Every increase in weight led to his various body parts enlarging to fit with his ever-changing size, making him take on the form of an indisputable giant. That bouncy ball of belly attached to Husk’s midsection puffed out by a substantial few feet, inflating outwards as though air was inexplicably being pumped inside of him. Said gut pressed against the jacket still stuck to his fur, pushing the fabric further outwards alongside the belt surrounding it, before signs of creaking and straining became evident, through the slightest sounds of stretching fabric forced to tighten itself in tandem with Husk’s increasingly-enormous form.

     All four of his limbs, in addition to his tail, grew far wider than he would have ever expected them to, bearing resemblance to giant, meaty sausages. Yet, the five of them were still useable, as Husk felt his giant belly and girthier hips with the sharp digits connected to his softening hands and arms, practically going back and forth between them and the other reachable points across his body, with said reach becoming partially reduced with his fattening arms and bloated hands. Higher-up from much of Husk’s bloating body, his neck proceeded to widen considerably, as a surge of fat moved through and fully puffed it up, akin to a hose pushing a large torrent of water through it. The growing cat-demon could not get a good look at his neck, but could easily feel it bloat outwards, making his head harder to move. As though that already did not put a fair restriction on the use of his neck, Husk’s shoulders, back, and chest continued to spread out from the girth welling up inside, resulting in his neck beginning to sink into the weighed-down nature of his physique, finding his head lowering down as the use of his neck steadily decreased.

     Commencing simultaneously with the submerging of his neck, both cheeks upon Husk’s face proceeded to bloat up afterwards, forming two rounded mounds on his face to better match the enormous amount of winter weight still forming throughout himself. “Ngh!” He groaned in confusion, realizing right then and there that something sounded… off about his voice. “What the?” He mutteringly asked himself with a tinge of confusion, only to hear it once again, reaching his ears with clarity. To his unending series of shocks and surprises, Husk discovered that his voice had taken on a slightly lower pitch due to the girth swaddling his partially engulfed neck, in its journey to convert him into a gigantic squishy sinner along with every other part of himself. “This is getting fucking ridiculous.” He grunted, frustrated over the change in his voice, while also curious to hear more of it through further speaking. Alas, still standing alone in the shrinking confines of his room, Husk remained largely speechless as he kept watching this unwilling transformation carry on, though not as largely as what persisted all throughout him.

     Between these particular bouts of swelling regarding his neck and face, and the seemingly-endless number of pounds invading his form, a series of low grunts and groans were let loose from Husk’s mouth, echoing across the smaller space of his room as he continued to balloon in size. Having been solely focused on his larger and heavier self for much of the ordeal, Husk had been oblivious to the fact that his height was also in the midst of being affected; as much as everything else he had endured up to this point. Accompanying each growth spurt, Husk grew considerably taller – currently finding himself a few feet higher than his six-foot stature - as evident by the increasing distance between his sight and the shrinking mirror below him, now a few feet lower down than it had been earlier. Just as abundantly apparent was the smaller furniture and parameters of his room, well on its way into become a dollhouse for the far-too-large cat-demon to move through, let alone stand in.

     Throughout all this nonsensical growth, Husk intermittently noticed the festive outfit all over his body growing further strained and even warped in some areas as it kept trying to fit the giant demon. His truly-burgeoning belly, sticking out more than a few feet by this point, appeared increasingly strained by his belt, squishing around his gut and lower back with each gain in girth. Husk continued to grunt from the tightening sensations surrounding his now half-exposed middle, as his dense back pushed the fabric against it the other way. Further down, both pant-legs bulged out by several times their standard durability, leading to several small tears forming all over his thighs, legs, and rear-end, letting small bouts of pudge push through the exposed spots, giving the sinner’s lower-half a brief semblance of reprieve from the intensely-snug outfit. With each persisting growth spurt, Husk grew increasingly concerned about the belt around his body, sensing that it was well on its way to giving up and succumbing to his bloating form. Sure enough, in the span of mere seconds, Husk underwent several more bouts of girthy swelling, before his gut broke through the black belt that had remained fastened around himself.

     SSSNNAAAAPPP!!

     In a substantial outwards launch, the black belt and yellow buckle flung off Husk’s body, flying in front of him and slamming into the wall above the mirror, before falling onto the floor below. With this obstruction in clothing gone, Husk let out a worthwhile sigh of relief, as his swelling belly took on a purely-rounded shape from the lack of anything drastically constraining it. Even with the belt now gone, the rotund cat-demon felt the stretching fabric of the Santa suit reaching its limits, exposing more of his middle and behind with each passing second. More tears formed all throughout his limbs and thighs, further relieving him from the stress of the fabric, yet still carrying forth this seemingly never-ending situation. Right as Husk began to accept this outfit’s firm ensnaring of his egregiously-plump physique, he experienced an especially substantial growth spurt, making him expand outwards with another filling of fat. He soared higher once again, adding an additional few feet to his already-increased stature. It would be the final push in body weight that would buckle the unending strain being inflicted onto the jacket and pants, resulting in them completely tearing off his heavying form.

     POP! POP! SCHHRRIP!!

     SSCCCCHHHHRIIIPP!!!

     Instantly, the entire top and bottom-half of the Santa suit exploded into an indeterminable number of scraps and remains, launching all over the room as Husk was rendered naked, save for the hat still clinging onto his head; the dangling ball-shaped end of which now paralleled Husk’s own shape. The sinner felt complete relief of being freed from the strange attire, happy to have it no longer stuck to his fur. Not to mention, he found himself no longer growing bigger, taller, and heavier, albeit he was stuck in this new form of his, with no clue what to do. “It better be fucking over now.” Husk grumbled, looking down at the mirror for what seemed like more times than he had in years. When he tried to examine himself yet again, the winged casino-cat realized that the reflective glass sheet only displayed a small portion of his body, for it now stood as high up as Husk’s waist, which was a good handful of feet lower from where his head was positioned; struggling to look down from his neck’s absence. “So much for trying to get another look at myself.” He said, before an unexpected presence and an all-too familiar voice popped up right behind him, manifesting itself and its accompanying form through a shadowy aura, catching Husk by complete surprise.

     “Greetings, Husker!” Alastor suddenly shouted as he teleported into Husk’s room, standing a few feet away from the cat-demon. His unforeseen presence startled Husk as he jumped in surprise - or as much as he could jump, given the hundreds of pounds all over his body. “Fuck!” He yelped with his deeper voice. In his reactionary movements, both belly and butt rubbed against the nearby furniture and items in his room, knocking over a number of miscellaneous objects from his desk and elsewhere as they fell to the ground. Husk sensed these items briefly pressing against both sides of his body as he proceeded to turn around immediately after. A series of wide, gated waddles commenced directly before the smiling deer-demon, where the giant cat’s loud footsteps caused small cracks and craters to form in the floor where his paws pressed down on. Alastor, in the meantime, stared directly up at Husk as he finished rotating himself, now properly facing the dapper sinner. As Husk did the opposite and looked directly down at the small overlord, he spotted a couple of changes in his usually-strict attire.

     In place of his typical suit consisting of various red shades, Alastor wore a crimson-red sweater, displaying a simplistic illustration of a bright-white reindeer silhouette that contrasted from the otherwise red material. For the feared Radio Demon, it was one thing to swap his outfit for something as seemingly trivial as the festive season, but it was the row of blinking Christmas lights strewn across his antlers that quite frankly befuddled Husk, who stared down at him in brief confusion over his clothing before bringing his attention and feelings back to his usual grumpiness. He frowned at Alastor for magically entering his room and catching him after being blown up into the size of a giant. It was in these positions the two currently stood in – now only a couple of feet apart - where the Radio Demon got a good hearty look at what his closest companion had turned into.

     Husk towered over Alastor by a good five feet in height, towering over him as a twelve-foot-tall cat-demon: A ball of dough with stubby arms and legs that could still be used rather well. His head remained the same size it had been before, minus the facial bloating. Due to this, it now appeared smaller compared to the rest of his gigantic form, giving the impression that it shrank during this bizarre increase in weight. Directly in front of the festive deer-demon’s face was the enormous belly Husk now possessed, far bigger than any couch cushion in Hell, as its overstuffed nature jutted out by a considerable amount. At its centre was a substantially-deep navel that became more prominent as he fattened up, now easily noticeable against his fluffy fur. Husk’s wings remained the same in size, yet they appeared smaller in comparison to his fattened form, with most of them being obscured by his far-wider back; their corners and bits of fascinating patterns still showing themselves from anyone looking at the sinner from the front. For anyone who was to admire them from behind, however, they would be able to see far more than just these colourful features upon him, including both beanbag chair-sized asscheeks, his heavy, sluggish tail, those tree-trunk thighs that rubbed against one another directly below them, and his soft, massive paws, planted against the floor as big as barrels.

     “What the fuck are you doing here? Can’t you knock!?” Husk angrily asked the overlord, who tilted his head and extended his smile upon hearing such words. “No, I cannot.” He mischievously replied, before getting onto the main subject on his mind. “I hope you liked that outfit… even if it couldn’t stay on you for long.” The deer-demon earnestly spoke, glancing down at the numerous scraps of the Santa suit all over the room. Husk confusedly looked at Alastor for a few seconds, before everything about his size-changing ordeal clicked into place, leaving him stunned for a brief spell. “That was you?” He simply questioned him, feeling frustration build up inside himself. Alastor, being the chaotic gremlin that he was, revelled in the cat’s realization, ready to speak up on what was going on. “Correct! Without Charlie’s knowledge, I went ahead and took the liberty of enhancing your suit. It looks to me like it did its job a bit too well.” He revealed, angering Husk with nothing holding him back. “A bit too well? I’m a fucking giant!!” Husk asked and shouted with frustration, having to deal with another one of the Radio Demon’s antics.

     “Oh, hush now. You look marvellous like this.” Alastor assured him, using his microphone to poke the cat’s belly, causing Husk to growl while angering him even further with every prod into his soft, immensely-ample middle. “I’m rather proud of how both you and that suit turned out. If anything, you’re ready to go out there and present yourself as ‘Santy Claus’, no matter its effects. In the end, it made you all nice and perfectly plump, just like that jolly ol’ fellow.” Alastor happily remarked, adoring every movement made with his microphone as it partially sank into the winged cat’s gut. “The fuck are you talking about? He’s not this big.” Husk informed the deer-demon, who showed little care regarding his actions. “Perhaps you’re right. Maybe you’re better off as an enormous beast that can feed an entire village instead.” He suggested with a sinister yet jokey tone emanating from his voice. In response, Husk lowered his growl, as a small sliver of him grew unsure as to what legitimacy laid in these particular words of his, even if for a few lengthy seconds.

     “Ohoho!! Of course not! You shall always be my charming, adorable kitty. Now with more than enough winter weight.” Alastor laughed and teased, before removing his microphone from Husk’s midsection and taking a few steps back, where he placed the peripheral onto his bed, before manifesting a tape measurer from thin air. “Now then, why don’t I measure you? I can always make you another festive suit. Even if it may not cover… all of you this time.” He asked and spoke respectively, pulling the tape measurer outwards by his own wingspan. Without any further words, Alastor began to hum a tune from his time as he proceeded to measure Husk, all as the cat-demon stood in place, promptly reigniting his rage at the overlord for trying to put a normal-sized measurer around his ginormous waist. Quickly, the deer-demon found himself struggling with this current endeavour, having a hard time reading the numbers on the tape measurer as it sank into Husk’s girth. Not to mention, the lack of space he had to move around the cat, trying to reach his curvy sides and thickened back-side, yet still operating such a simple tool with as much precision as he could muster in regard’s to Husk’s towering size. “Can you cut that out?! I’m not interested in another suit. Especially if you’re the one behind it again.” Husk shouted at Alastor, who finished up a few more measurements from behind the sinner. “Fair enough.” Alastor verbally complied, before returning to his front-side, looking up at him again. “I suppose I’ll have to eyeball the rest.”

     “If you don’t mind waiting, I shall soon return with your new suit. If I end up taking a while, I’m sure Charlie will come looking for you sooner or later.” Alastor told Husk with a sly intonation, as anger brewed within the chunky cat; towards an overlord who could not care any less. He grabbed his microphone from the bed while walking away from the plush sinner, before waving back at Husk, whose took a few lumbering waddles towards him, causing thunderous quaking and subtle cracks to form with each one. “Wait! How the fuck am I supposed to get out of here?!” Husk asked with a shout at Alastor, who did not stop moving, but turned his head partially back, leaving him with a cheeky response. “If you really want to leave now, I suppose the only way is through your door. I do wish you the best of luck with that.” Alastor teasingly spoke with a hint of sarcasm, pointing to the door leading out of Husk’s room, far smaller than the already-tiny mirror compared to the giant cat-demon. “I’ll see you soon, Husker. Until then, try not to make a mess out of your humble abode.” “Change me back, damn it! I’m too big to fit through the fucking door!” Husk shouted at Alastor, but obtained no further response from him as he teleported out of the room, leaving nothing behind except a faint shadowy aura and a grumpy, uncertain cat. “Tch! Asshole.” He scoffed and muttered to himself after the deer-demon vanished, leaving the door in clear view; the very sight of which only reinforced just how much bigger Husk was compared to everything around him.

     By his lonesome, Husk stood silently in his room, unsure of what to do as the embarrassment of the situation hit him even further. “What the fuck do I do now?” He bluntly asked himself, with no clue of how to proceed from where his large paws pressed into the carpet beneath them. He glanced down at the fair distance between his eyes and the floor, catching a glimpse of the cracks below his paws, for his humongous belly prevented him from seeing much else there, let alone most of his bottom-half. “I swear if I get any bigger, I’ll crush that idiot.” He grumpily declared to himself regarding Alastor, thinking of his much-heavier self in this supposed threat. In this moment, as he stood in place with complete uncertainty, now more centred within his quiet and cramped room, Husk cupped his belly with both clawed hands, placing them on each side of the gigantic mount, and slowly allowing his digits to sink into his swaying girth. Right away, he felt oddly enamoured by the sensation grazing the tips of his claws, fully immersed in the vast mass that they held. Across a number of seconds, the sinner proceeded to heft it upwards, moving his hands underneath his belly and raising it by a considerable amount, watching and sensing it wob and jiggle as its immeasurable softness penetrated his sense of touch, bringing about a subtle sense of calm amidst his perpetually-grumpy mood.

     Husk’s large belly further squished into his claws as he lightly hefted it up and down a few gradual times, oddly soothing the cat-demon just as much as the hands that continued to hold it up and sink into its dense composition. His eyes remained fixated on the hefty pouch attached to his middle: A large, jiggling boulder of a belly, soft to the barest touch from both the fur covering it, and the many pounds of girth that rested underneath it. For a brief moment, a subtle daze overrode the oversized giant, practically removed from the hellish reality he existed in from feeling around and oddly admiring his new form. “Fuck… this doesn’t feel half-bad.” He admittingly huffed in slight relief, feeling a strange calm wash over himself as he examined his massive middle, before removing his right hand from underneath it and returning it to his respective hip. Husk lightly placed those digits against it, taken aback in both frustration and emerging enjoyment that it had grown out far more than what it had been when his body was pear-shaped for a short duration. In his slowly blossoming bewilderment, the wide-hipped cat’s anger seemed to dissipate by a fair extent, leading him to even forget about the embarrassing ordeal he was stuck in, until a few considerate knocks at his door snapped him out of his supposed daze; the noise paired with another familiar voice making itself known.

     “Husky? You dere~?” Angel Dust’s silky voice could be heard on the other side of the frame. Immediately, the winged sinner began to panic to some degree, staying silent as he tried to figure out the best course of action to lay low amid Angel’s knocking and inquiring. “Shit!” Husk whispered to himself, perking up from looking down at his body, frantically turning himself around to waddle towards the wooden dressers in his room. Loud footsteps rocked the space, shaking its furniture and rattling the floor, which Angel could sense from standing directly on the other side of the door. The tall spider-demon waited in place for several seconds, with each grain in time being accompanied by another quaking sensation emanating from within Husk’s room. During this brief duration, Husk lumbered over to the pair of once-enormous dressers, pushing both of them out from the wall by at least a few feet to stand and hide behind; however improvised this plan seemed to be. Hurriedly, the cat-demon shuffled his way in-between the space of the dressers and parallel wall, his fat squishing against them both as he looked towards the door, quickly realizing that the top of his head and widened shoulders were slightly peeking above the dressers. Still, when Angel opened the door after growing worried – receiving no reply or having the door opened for him - Husk turned his bulky body away from facing the door, pushing the dressers further out from standing sideways as he aimed his head downwards as much as possible, hoping that the sultry spider would not see him like this.

     Opening the door and casually ducking through it, Angel was met with the sight of Husk trying to hide himself, with the spider peering up at the gigantic, winged cat from across the room. As much as Husk hoped this quickly-devised plan would get him unnoticed by the other sinner, his still-exposed head and shoulders, alongside his orb-shaped belly, stuck out from the dressers, with the former peeking over from the cat’s new height, and the latter extending beyond the furniture he hid behind by a small portion. Despite the quick effort, yet invoking a cutesy image, the gigantic Husk failed to conceal himself from the fluffy spider, who immediately stared up at him with widened eyes, taken aback with sheer surprise. “Husky? Is dat you?” Angel asked him, as obvious as that question seemed to be. The white-and-pink spider, much like the other couple of demons who Husk had encountered before and after his strange circumstances, wore a holiday-centric sweater of his own. Its soft, primary material sported a bright-blue colouration in its fabric, while at the centre, the image of a giant foamy mug of golden-hued beer had been stitched onto it.

     At first, all Husk could muster in his stunned, silent embarrassment was a simplistic “Yeah?” He hoped that this response would kill off the strange aura that Angel’s surprise over him instantly sparked. Nevertheless, Angel quickly turned around, closing the door and locking it before facing himself back at Husk again. From there, he slowly approached him, looking up at the oversized cat until he stood directly before the dressers that tried to hide him. “Why don’t ya come out from behind dere, so I can have a proper look at ya?” Angel suggested, to which Husk hesitantly obliged. Through darting eyes over the ensuing awkwardness, the sinner shuffled his way out from the space in front of the wall, shaking the ground furthermore with each step while Angel flinched from them. Even then, the spider looked up at Husk when he fully revealed himself, looking over the egregiously-heavy physicality he now possessed, standing a few feet taller than his wickedly-thin self.

     Once Husk fully showed himself, he pushed both dressers back against the wall, before moving his way to where both furniture items were, standing in front of a stunned Angel, just as the giant demon had with Alastor recently. Albeit this time, it seemed that his belly hung out directly before the fluffy arachnid, who proceeded to break his brief yet substantial silence. “Look… I say dis a lot, but seriously, what da fuck happened to ya?!” Angel asked in a frenzy, still feeling the wind knocked out of him from discovering his fellow sinner at the hotel towering over him, fatter than any gluttonous being he had seen in his decades spent dead. For a split second, Husk relented on answering him, before the look of sincerity in the spider’s eyes caught him off-guard, leading him to let out some form of truth. “Let’s just say it was Alastor’s bullshit again.” Husk bitterly muttered, looking down at Angel as he looked back up at him; a strange ordeal for the pair, given their usual yet drastic size and height differences. “Dat figures, though I’m not surprised dat weirdo would do such a thing, given all da strange stuff he’s into.” Angel responded, before carrying on.

     “From what I heard, you were dressin’ up as a cute, sexy Santa, and I thought I’d pay ya a visit.” Angel revealed, his eyes still glued to the humongous Husk. “Yeah, but that bastard thought I should be bigger for the role, and did something to the suit before I put it on. I shouldn’t be surprised, but I can’t believe that fucker would do this to me. He even paid a visit just to take my measurements for making another suit.” Husk went on, absentmindedly scratching his tummy with his right hand for several seconds before realizing and putting his hand back against his side. “Ya don’t say?” Angel replied in a fair bout of awe and amusement, watching the cat’s instinctual movements. “Da last fuckin’ thing I expected ta see in here was you bein’ all big and tall. Although, with dat suit being worked on by Al, maybe it’ll look even better on ya, now dat yer huge.” Angel suggested, smirking as he spoke. “Probably not.” Husk bluntly spoke, uninterested in trying on any more of the Radio Demon’s tailored creations. Having blown through much of the details regarding where they found themselves in this instant, Husk noticed Angel’s holiday-esque sweater, spotting the image of the beer-mug on it, and giving him thoughts of having himself a drink just like that.

     “I could go for a drink right about now.” Husk told Angel in a defeated tone, only for the spider to approach him closer. “By the looks of it, you’ve had one too many.” Angel teased, poking Husk’s giant tummy with one of his fingers, referring to its size and heft both verbally and through touch. Immediately, the wing-clad demon felt a strange tingle wash over him with each subsequent prod Angel made against his midsection; several in number. The white-and-pink spider, however, became gradually infatuated with the immense mass that Husk had packed on, acutely eyeing both his extreme curvature, and his soft, silky fur. Before much longer, a humorous question popped into Angel’s head, as he stopped his teasing and took a few steps back, ready to bring it up before Husk unknowingly prevented him from doing so. “You wore that sweater because of me, didn’t you?” Husk asked while pointing at it with a claw from his right hand, aiming it towards Angel’s specific choice in attire. “Perhaps.” Angel answered him, his smirk sounding off through his voice. “Fuck… look at me now. Without a scrap of clothing anywhere.” Husk briefly trailed on, looking over his naked self. “And I thought I was naked when I first showed up here.” He jokingly told Angel, reminding the pair of when they first saw each other inside the hotel. Both sinners chuckled at this remark, thinking back to that very encounter as Angel focused on Husk himself.

     In this moment of ensuing laughter, Angel’s admiration of Husk’s new form continued to skyrocket internally, quickly becoming unable to contain himself and his growing excitement any longer as his chuckling ceased and stunned silence took its place. From looking down at him, Husk noticed this, becoming briefly confused over what the spider-demon was up to, standing in this awkward placement both physically and emotionally for a few lengthy seconds. Husk could have sworn he saw hearts in the reflections of Angel’s eyes as he fell under the unknowing spell being put on him; all that cuddliness exuding from the cat’s heavy form, coated in soft fur that only amplified the strong feelings of warmth and relief through even the closest contact. Before Husk could even have a chance to properly react to it, Angel surprised him by lunging towards his middle, wrapping all four of his arms as far around his massive belly and waist as possible, stretching his limbs out wide to give the cat-demon a hug that was practically as enormous as he was.

     Husk - displaying widened eyes and an open mouth in a stunned silence of his own - could sense Angel’s four hands pressing into his curvy sides, while his arms and face did the same to his midsection. The spider found himself in a sea of pure bliss, practically blanketed by the comfort he felt from hugging the cat. “I can’t fuckin’ believe it! Yer more adorable than ever!!” Angel enthusiastically exclaimed, burying his face in Husk’s massive middle. For anyone else using such a term as adorable on him, Husk could only believe that someone out of their mind would ever say that to him, with or without the incredulous amount of height and weight upon his body. And yet, with Angel cherishing him at this moment, finding an odd solace emerging from this continuing affection, Husk spoke not a word of negativity regarding it, while still looking down at Angel in his surprised, wide-eyed expression; both hands and chunky arms still at his sides. “Yer like one of dem big plushies now!” Angel exclaimed without thinking it over, much to Husk’s surprise over his comment. Still, the spider-demon kept his four arms firmly wrapped around the rotund sinner, with the quad set of limbs partially sinking into his combined fluff and fat.

     From these comments, a faint black blush appeared on Husk’s face, being a sight that hardly anyone ever saw from him. Angel never noticed him blushing from his words, remaining up-close and personal with his belly and waist for a good handful of seconds, before removing himself from it and slightly backing up, eyeing Husk like he had gone mad. With no hesitation, the spider-demon began to frantically move around Husk, further admiring his physique like the squishy plush he referred to him as. Angel moved around Husk’s left side from the spider’s right side point of view, glancing at his curvy hip as he zoomed past, bringing his attention to behind the giant demon. Husk, turning his head as much as he could towards Angel with the same look of surprise on his face, took a large step forward, unintentionally allowing the smaller sinner to properly stand behind him. All the while, the white-and-pink arachnid looked up at the sinner’s unbelievably thickened back and smaller wings, with the latter passively moving about. “Every part of you is so big and soft. It’s incredible! Angel let out, now approaching closer to Husk’s magnificently-sized derriere.

     “You’ve even got quite da caboose back dere.” Angel told the giant sinner, eyeing his incredibly ample set of cheeks, leaving the cat-demon in an even stronger bout of embarrassment that set off his blush all the more. Across more seconds, Angel persisted in eyeing Husk all over, ranging from his stubbier arms and legs to his thicker tail, which he proceeded to gently stroke with both his upper-hands. These sudden sensations of touch upon his softer appendage caused Husk to silently become engulfed in embarrassment, deeply blushing as it started to lightly sway behind him despite its increased width, right before Angel’s eyes. The spider-demon sensed something was going on inside Husk’s mind, to which he proceeded to tease him. “Someone seems a bit excited~.” Angel lovingly spoke to the giant sinner, propelling him into a flustered state of being as such words caught him by complete surprise. For a handful of seconds, the spider-demon caressed his tail caringly, before gently letting go of it and making his way back to Husk’s front, where he noticed the winged sinner looking fairly off from the expression on his face; not just from his outright flustered state, but also conveying something antsy within him.

     “You alright, Husky?” Angel questioned the cat-demon, wanting to help him however he could. “It’s, uh, kind of cramped in here.” Husk mentioned, glancing up at the ceiling and spotting the brief amount of space between it and his head. Angel looked up at it too, truly realizing it when his eyes spotted the small distance for himself from where he stood lower down. “Is dat so?” Angel vaguely asked in return; curiosity exuding from his spoken words. “Sounds to me like yer feelin’ lonely at da top dere.” Angel said, referring to Husk’s height now paling in comparison to his own. It was with these spoken words and simultaneous teasing of Angel’s that reignited his question from earlier inside his mind, leading him to smirk before a confused-looking Husk while taking a few steps away from him.

     “Hey kitty~?” Angel alluringly called out to Husk, who focused his sight on the smaller demon as he looked up at him in return. “Y- yeah?” The plump cat asked Angel as his embarrassment died down, unsure as to what was going on inside that head of his. Angel let his smirk form into a smile, showing his sharp teeth alongside his one golden tooth, before revealing his intentions. “Catch me.” Angel uttered towards Husk in the same tone he just used towards him, before briefly readying himself for what was to come. All Husk could muster in his brief second of comprehension was a confused “Wait, what?” But Angel already crouched down for a quick second of his own before he could properly hear those words.

     Showing off his abilities as a jumping spider, Angel hopped up from the ground he stood on towards Husk’s chest, hoping to get closer to him in more ways than one. Husk, surprised by this sudden action, instinctively put out his arms and hands as Angel leapt upwards, catching him in his softer palms while holding him right by his chest. A comfy collision was had by the spider-demon, who found himself being held up by his back and underneath his thighs with Husk’s right and left hands respectively. His long legs stuck out well beyond Husk’s left hand, extending by at least a few feet from there, while his head was towards the cat-demon’s right side, close to that corresponding shoulder. From where he now found himself, Angel in his entirety faced Husk’s left side, looking up and tilting his head to his own left, where he could happily spot the winged sinner’s chubby face and cutesy features; now more than ever in regards to his plush appearance. “Was that really necessary?” An annoyed Husk asked a smiling Angel. “If it means I can get up-close and personal with ya, then yeah, it was necessary.” He cheerfully replied, placing a hand of his onto the cat’s plump and fluffy chest, watching and feeling his digits sink into him.

     Right afterwards, as though instinctual, Angel rested his head onto Husk’s chest, nuzzling it and the combination of soft fur and heft residing upon and beneath it respectively. Husk watched this play out, normally one to not let any affection of this kind take place between him and anyone else. And yet, given the circumstances and the calming effects it had on Angel, he let it carry on, holding the small spider in his arms as he watched him continue with the slightest smirk on his own face. A good minute passed in these exact positions, with Angel feeling increasingly soothed while Husk proceeded to hold him up. Warmth from the towering demon found its way into Angel, being absorbed by him in ways that even the thickest of blankets could not. At least, from the spider was accustomed to using when sleeping. Soon enough, Angel perked his head back up with his eyes glowing, as though a lightbulb went off inside his head. With this current thought of his, he inserted his upper-right hand into his exposed mound of chest-fluff. For a handful of seconds, he tried to fish something out from beneath it, striking Husk with curiosity as the spider seemed to struggle with his search. Before too much time could pass through, Angel managed to grab and pull something out from there: A small object that he held attached to a string, appearing plant-like with its green leaves, while boasting glimmers of red at the top. At least, that is what Husk saw for a brief second, before he got a better look at the object, and immediately realized what it was.

     “Looks like someone put up a mistletoe between us.” Angel pointed out in a flirtatious tone, much to Husk’s own combination of feeling annoyed and flattered. The spider-demon held the item with a few of his fingers in front of Husk’s face, slightly dangling it from side to side. All the while, both of his lower-hands gently planted themselves onto each side of the cat-demon’s chest, as though trying to sway him in his festive efforts at affection. From the sight of the mistletoe and Angel’s smiling face, an odd, invisible sense of charm emerged from the arachnid sinner, burrowing its way into Husk and eliciting a rare smile from him at the same time. “Psh! Fuck off with that nonsense.” He scoffed and lightheartedly replied, in a mixture of the typical grumpiness that lingered inside of him, alongside a more humoured tone, feeling a chuckle coming on from Angel’s romantic display. The flirting spider carried on with his latest antics towards the giant holding him, sitting up from where his back laid against Husk’s right hand, and leaning towards his face while looking up at it. “It seems like I’ll have ta make my way up ta you in order ta give ya a smooch.” The spider lovingly uttered as his lower-hands lightly rubbed Husk’s chest.

     Suddenly, Angel hopped up again and slightly climbed Husk, before jumping up once more and putting his lower-hands over his shoulders, as his upper ones lightly caressed his plump cheeks. To help keep Angel supported, Husk acted quickly and put out his right hand underneath the spider-demon’s rear-end, where he sat on his palm. As for Husk’s left hand, he lightly placed it against Angel’s back, as the smaller sinner chuckled a little. “I think dat’s much better.” He spoke, referring to both being closer to Husk, and the cat-demon’s hands keeping him supported, as he then proceeded to lean even closer towards him, whispering into the far larger sinner’s ears. “Big kitty… or should I say, Santa~.” Angel teased with upmost passion, as he played around with the ball-shaped end of Husk’s red-and-white hat, setting off the giant cat’s seldom-seen blush once again. Husk tried to keep his cool, slowly lumbering forwards from where he stood, before turning himself around and standing in front of his bed, facing away from it with his back directly before it. Not long after, Angel stopped messing with his hat, bringing himself closer to give Husk a smooch. For once, the hefty demon wanted to go through with this, doing nothing to prevent it as he braced himself for what was to come.

     Simultaneously, however, he shuffled his paws backwards from where he stood, when his right one accidentally stepped onto the corner of his bed. This unintentional bout in footing caused Husk to stumble backwards with Angel still in his careful grasp. “Shit!” He grunted in his deeper voice, unable to secure his footing and thus falling backwards. “Whoa!” Angel yelped, feeling himself be covered up by the cat-demon’s large hands and thick arms in his quick attempts at protecting and keeping him safe. As a surprised Husk wrapped both his hands and arms around the equally-surprised spider, the two of them fell onto the cat’s bed, which stood no chance against surviving the behemoth demon, whose back and behind proceeded to land on top of it, shaking the entire room and the surrounding area within the hallway it was located in with a resounding-

     THUMP!!

     KRAACKKK!!!

     The defining sounds of wood and furniture being crushed underneath an intense weight echoed throughout the room and nearby corridor, as Husk’s immense girth proceeded to crush his entire bed into a pile of remains, flying away from where it once stood intact. The giant cat-demon practically took its place, laying on top of the mattress, which itself was buried underneath his avalanche of back and tushy as it pressed against the floor; multiple times smaller than the being smooshed on top of it. In the brief chaos that commenced, Angel plopped onto Husk’s belly, inadvertently laying on top of the gigantic mound with his own stomach gently pressing against it. Husk fortunately landed without hurting himself, with his head barely grazing the wall right against his broken bed. His clawed hands still clutched Angel lightly, with neither of them speaking a word for the few seconds that passed after their surprise fall. Given Husk’s increased height, much of his lower half stuck out from beyond the mattress’s confines, leaving his large paws sticking out from it by a fair distance, no longer touching the floor as he laid completely on his thickened back. Elsewhere, his vast width also surpassed the sides of the mattress, with his hips, thighs, and rear-end easily hanging off of the flattened fabric.

     After getting over his surprise from what just happened, Husk looked up at Angel, with his head finding itself comfortable despite being a slight distance away from the mattress, on account of his burgeoning back and backside. Fortunately, he could easily, albeit only see, Angel’s head, neck, and shoulders emerging from where his body laid atop of the cat-demon’s midsection – in addition to the mistletoe, hanging down Husk’s belly from where Angel still held its string. In this awkward view, the spider showed a stunned embarrassment of his own, complete with a bright red blush overriding his face; something that only Husk had been showing before this unexpected situation in the pair’s time together. Angel’s blush quickly died down for the most part, as his smile returned to prominent view, staring directly down at Husk this time, despite both of them now laying down together: One on top of a bed, and the other being the bed itself.

     “You okay, Husky? I hope dat wasn’t a rough landin’ for ya.” Angel asked, making sure that the behemoth kitty was unharmed by their fall together. “I should be asking you that.” Husk lightheartedly scoffed, which Angel played-down instantly. “I know, but dose hands of yers kept me all safe and warm. Dat’s some good quick thinking dere.” He replied, bringing up that point to Husk, who was at least relived to see Angel okay from the quick protection he gave him. With the moment prolonging itself, Husk continued to stare up at the tiny spider, as he laid down on Husk’s soft middle, taking in its thickness and sheer warmth; both amplified all the more by the feline’s fur.

     Angel gently placed his head against Husk’s belly, as the rest of his lengthy body rested right on top of his stomach, subtly sinking into the giant mass. The white-and-pink demon moaned in relief, finding his senses lulled by the squishy warmth partially engulfing him. He let his arms and hands splay out across Husk’s bodily cushion, cuddling the gigantic cat-demon from where he laid on top of him whilst casually rubbing his belly; soothing it in large circular motions as his hands softly sank into the enormous orb. Husk watched on with contentedness, knowing that the spider found comfort through such unexpected yet welcome means. The two demons rested in these positions for a good number of seconds, with each one growing satisfied as time trickled on. Just as Husk though he could lay there forever and admire Angel feeling him all over, a sudden thought hit him like a brick to the back of the head.

     “Shit. Charlie’s probably been waiting for me to show myself for who knows how long now.” Husk revealed to Angel, worrying that sooner or later, she would come looking for him and find her way here, discovering what had happened. Angel pushed himself forward from where he laid on Husk’s midsection, soon lowering himself down from it like a spider descending from a line of silky web; albeit using his legs, feet, and some unseen strength against his belly to keep himself from falling onto him. This action of his surprised Husk, with his eyes widening at the sight, despite knowing of Angel’s arachnid capabilities. After lowering himself all the way down, Angel’s face hovered directly in front of Husk’s, where he once again cupped his cheeks with his upper-hands, as he began to quell his worries. “Oh, quiet down now, Husky. I’m sure she can hang in dere for a little while longer. Especially now that you’ve fallen onto yer ass.” Angel replied with assurance, inserting further teasing into his words and causing Husk to give a slight smirk.

     “You may be right, but what do we do now? I can’t even leave my room.” Husk asked and pointed out to Angel, leading the spider to consider this question for a few seconds. “I’m just as fuckin’ clueless as you are.” He bluntly responded, before thinking of a plausible solution while trying to reassure Husk. “I’m sure we can figure somethin’ out. Maybe with Alastor’s help, or somethin’ explosive.” Angel proposed. “Either could work, though Alastor is probably hellbent on getting me into another Santa suit.” Husk grunted, not wanting to deal with that prospect. “I think dat’s enough talk about smiles.” Angel said to the cat-demon, as he proceeded to bring forth an idea to him. “Though perhaps I can keep ya company and ease yer worries? It’s just you and me in here. We could always have some fun together~.” Angel brought to the giant sinner’s attention, suggesting something much more pleasurable. Husk stammered for a couple of quick seconds, before managing to get his words out to Angel. “What are you thinking in that head of yours?” He questioned, before Angel lightly chuckled to himself, proposing some ideas to him. “Given what you’ve been through, we can just take it easy like dis. Afta all, you make for one helluva comfy bed, and I’ve got no clue how ta get ya back up or turn ya around.” The sultry arachnid began with, before carrying on. “Even though dat suit of yers ripped ta shreds, you’ve still got dat cute little hat on yer head. Why don’t I give dat jolly ol’ soul of yers some company? “I’ll be the missus Claus to yer Santa~?” Angel suggested in more ways than one.

     Husk had forgotten that the Santa hat stayed fastened to his head, still attached to the fur between his ears and above his fattened face, as he felt the dangling end of it brush against them both from time to time. This realization came in tandem with Angel’s call for roleplaying, leaving the winged cat-demon bewildered, but in a somewhat elated fashion; both feelings melding with one another inside him while Angel persisted in his ideas. “I oughta put out some milk and cookies for ya… or feed ya some festive chocolates.” He teasingly remarked, gently stroking Husk’s rounded face with his lower-right hand, while easing up on cupping his pudgier cheeks and feeling arousal welling up within himself. “I wouldn’t mind that.” Husk spoke back with a slight smile, feeling peckish at the moment… perhaps more than usual. The enlarged sinner felt something akin to Angel’s arousal stir within his own being. Though more than anything, he felt a bit of subdued cheeriness sneak its way inside him, as he continued to be entertained by Angel wanting to pamper and treat him right.

     “You must be exhausted afta deliverin’ all dose gifts. I think you and I need some alone time.” The spider-demon went on, soon causing Husk to burst out laughing, trying to hold it in right in front of Angel, who also began to laugh at the absurdity of this attempted roleplay. The pair of demonic beings let out their laughter for a fair number of seconds, yet it felt like it went on for a good long while; a time shared together where the two of them could be silly and take in the moment. Angel’s instilling of such ideas into Husk’s usually irritable demeanour brought him much comfort, with the spider keeping him company while managing to bring some warmth into his crusty old being. “I think this is getting fucking ridiculous now.” Husk told Angel after calming himself down, still chuckling a little as he showed off that rare smile upon his face.

     “Is dat so? I was just getting’ started wit’ ya.” Angel joyfully replied, doing much of the same to calm himself down from such laughter. “At da very least, let me at least give ya dat kiss.” He brought up, before leaning in, cupping Husk’s cheeks once again with his upper-hands, and giving Husk a close-quarters, passionate smooch on his lips, the resulting action of which caused Husk to widen his eyes yet again from the surprise of it, before closing his own and absorbing the sparked intimacy within this moment, kissing Angel just as much. While Angel’s primary hands were placed onto Husk’s face, the cat moved his right hand to the back of Angel’s head, where he gently placed it against, feeling his fluffy head of hair against his enlarged palm as the two of them carried out this kiss for beyond several seconds. Once that time had passed, Angel leaned back from Husk while removing his hands from his face. Both demons were stunned by what had just taken place, their respective hearts of hot and cold feeling warmer together.

     “Whoa.” Husk uttered to Angel, who smiled wide from Husk’s response. “I’m glad ta hear I’m not da only one who enjoyed dat,” Angel told him with a hint of sarcasm, though meaning his words with the upmost earnestness. Husk, feeling a bit winded from everything he had been through today, including his time with Angel, suggested an idea of his own to the spider-demon. “Why don’t we just rest for now?” Husk asked, yawning while making an admittedly cutesy sound, as adorable as a kitten despite his grumpy persona and enormous physique. Angel could sense that Husk wanted to snooze a bit, given his tired voice and the look in his eyes; the latter a tad different from the usual sunken-in look they displayed. “Gladly.” Angel pleasingly told him, as he started to move back to Husk’s belly, using the strength from his legs still hanging off from the top of it to hoist himself back up there. In only a short number of seconds, the smaller sinner returned to where he found himself when the two of them fell over, spreading his hands and arms onto Husk’s gut all-over again, while burying his face into both his ample form and soft fur. Both demons promptly descended into a worthwhile catnap, with Husk still acting as the bed which Angel laid upon; even downright sinking into him. Just as each one’s consciousness dulled down into a sound state of slumber, Angel lifted his head from Husk’s middle, telling him one last thing before he ventured further into his own sleep.

     “Merry Christmas, Husky.” Angel muttered down towards the dozing feline’s ears, his voice sounding like fine velvet as the cat-demon heard his words, for his ears relaxed from the finely-textured sound being sensed.

     “Merry Christmas, Angel… and Happy Holidays.” Husk responded in as light of a tone, with his deeper voice still present.