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In The Blood- Part 3
🕑 Added 2023-10-20 20:34:04 +0000 UTCCount Vladimir has been indulging more than he should, apparently, and his thralls are getting very eager indeed... drop in next week to see how far he'll go, and enjoy!
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Something had gone wrong. Vlad could see it every time he looked in the mirror. The problem was, he couldn't see where his plan had gone off the rails. His thralls were as plump and pliant as ever— each of them immensely soft, doughy round things that had no hope of escaping his influence. And their willpower was nil— they ate anything put in front of them, and their blood was as rich and sweet as it had ever been. They were practically eager to serve him, always plying him with treats and succulent meals, on top of their regular feeding sessions
So why did it feel like he had lost control? First, perhaps their blood had grown too rich. Vlad's little extra weight had ballooned into something very different— and much heavier. His toned and athletic build was now gone, smothered by thick reams of blood-fueled excess flesh. His clothes had to be tailored and retailored, until his fine silk shirts were now filled out like sails under a strong wind. He nearly fell from the walls of his castle when his wings could no longer support his weight, and every feature of his body had ballooned and inflated. His limbs were thick and round, his face full and soft.
He should do something about all this… but what could be done? Diet? Exercise? A vampire lord shouldn't have to lower himself to such spartan measures.
"Master," Vlad 2 cooed, waddling ahead of Vlad 3. "We have your afternoon snack."
The Count frowned. "But I didn't ask for— mmph!" Before he could even say anything, Vlad 3 popped a jelly-filled donut— his favorite treat— into the vampire's mouth.
"We anticipated your needs, master." The thrall's thick hands began rubbing over Vlad's exposed belly, his fellow reaching around and patting the vampire's thick hips and oversized rear, ass cheeks starting to spill out of his trousers. "Do you want us to take them away?"
"Hmph— no, no, that is… unnecessary," Vlad grunted, swallowing the donut then seeing the massive tray stacked high with other treats. His thralls' bellies pressed in on either side of his own round frame… he was still thinner than them, at least. But for how much longer?
Comments
Chumlee99
Just once I think a Mainstream horror story should embrace the idea of a vampire who gets fat from eating other fat people or becomes a roided out hulk going after bodybuilders and strongmen
TheFirstBeliever
He's looking ever more handsome!
MuscleDragonWolf18
We’re looking at the start of a new breed of vampires, one where their thralls become very passionate feeders
