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(LATE) August 2023 Drabbles
🕑 Added 2024-02-07 16:26:26 +0000 UTCFall of Razor:
In the world, there is a hidden echelon of vampires who have been preying on mankind for time immortal. Their techniques and hunting practices changed over the centuries as they used their knowledge and wealth to keep control from the shadows.
Though a change came when a child was born from a woman afflicted with vampirism, he had the many abilities that all vampires had, though without their weaknesses or rules that they were bound to.
Taking the mantle of Razor, the ‘daywalker’ began his crusade to exterminate the vampires who have used humanity as their personal livestock. Over the decades, he made a significant dent in their operations and numbers. There had been equal hope and fear that the vampire hunter would completely exterminate the entire vampire epidemic and free mankind from being prey to them. His goal of decimating each of the covens getting closer and closer.
Alas, this goal would not be seen.
“Well, I think our pig is doing well,”
In a warehouse belonging to one such vampiric coven, two portly vampires stood on the elevated walkways. Giving one another a smirk, they took in the sight that was filling the ground level of the warehouse. It had been surprisingly easy to trick the vampiric exterminator into the warehouse under the guise of taking out a coven. After that, though it cost them a good amount of thralls and fresh ‘blood’, they had managed to stuff a doughnut into the mouth of Razor. The moment the pastry passed the daywalker's lips, his body bloated up with the mass, steadily slowing his movements before more food was stuffed into him.
It was now that the huge mass of flab that was Razor took up a majority of the warehouse, his massive fat ass taking most of the weight as the huge cheeks pressed into the back walls, rising the cracking surface. The thralls that remained worked to scale his flabby body, climbing his truck-sized belly and tire-thick rolls, getting past the swollen couch-sized moobs to the hunter’s fat face to stuff more food.
Whilst the lesser vampires worked to maintain the size of the coven’s new pet, the leaders of the group stepped down from the catwalk to examine their pig.
“He is doing quite well. Him being a daywalker means we can grow him far further than any other pet we’ve had,” One of the leaders said, smiling as he walked to brush some of the wobbling rolls that rivalled his weight.
“I know, and what a cap in our hats that the great Razor was brought down by us, now to spend the rest of his days as our plump piggy,” The other leader said, floating up past the rolling hill of fat to get to one of Razor’s huge moobs, giving the sewer cover nipple a tweak and earning a deep shuddering moan from the immobilised pet. “And he’ll only grow as we fed him, and we ourselves feast.”
The vampire lords knew that their huge hog wasn’t a fan of the changes. How he struggled even with his great strength to move his titanic form. Yet, with the constant pleasure of being fed and stroked, the name calling and praise laced with memetic codes, even the way it felt as he grew larger with every bite forced into him, Razor’s struggles lessened day by day. With each day of new growth, the daywalker began to crave more food, needing his cavernous stomach to be filled more and more to obtain the satisfied feeling of being stuffed entirely.
Whilst the vampires regrew their power and continued feasting, the former great Razor was nothing more than a pet for the coven, showing off the growing mass as he outgrew the warehouse district with his countless ever-growing tonnage.
Stepford Husbands:
Joshua should have known better than to move himself and his wife to the town of Stepford.
On paper, it seemed like a great place. An idyllic small town with good work, a great community, and even surprisingly good marriage statistics with couples who move or meet there having near non-existent divorce rates.
Joshua did check to make sure this wasn’t one of those places where a spouse murders their partner, but finding no evidence with the most unusual death recorded being due to faulty wiring, Joshua and Alex agreed to move in.
Getting to their new house and meeting the neighbours had been… interesting. It seemed that among the things that weren’t mentioned were that most of the couples in the town were male same sex. At least, outwardly presenting.
Joshua and Alex didn’t have any problem with that, they themselves were both queer, though Alex did comment how it’ll be lonely for her till she found a group in or near the town.
Then Joshua joined the local “Men’s Club” and learnt the truth about the whole town. By the time he ran out and got home, it had been too late.
“Hey Hun, you had a good time at the club?” The deep voice rumbled like thunder as Joshua stared at the enormous man filling the kitchen. Standing easily over 8 feet tall, the hulking man’s muscles bulged and were on full display as all that was clad on him was an apron that looked comically more like a bib at his size, and the tight speedo that showcased a bulge easily bigger than Joshua’s forearm.
It had been an adjustment, especially with the now enormous Alex effortlessly carrying Joshua when the club had ‘events’. And though Joshua had found the strength competitions the club hosted rather, exciting. It was still an adjustment.
Joshua had tried to speak with the club president and even the police, though each time, Joshua found himself enjoying the hulking man Alex was now.
