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So recently I've gotten into flash fiction, stories of a 1000 words give or take that still tell a story. So I challenged myself to do a fat story in a 1000 words, and well, here's the result! :D Hope ya like it despite its brevity >w>
Oh, and why is the male character not given any description besides some backstory? So you guys can imagine yourselves in his shoes ;p Male or female, whatever suits your fancy.
Atop a lonely old hill in a country far away sat an aging manor. Crumbling, ivy choked walls and frosted windows, giving away the age of such a structure. The road leading to the ancient iron gate was winding and degraded, and the gate itself, a vast metal thing, was flaking and rusty. It seemed like nobody had lived there for a long time, decades perhaps. The owner of the manor was last seen more than fifty years ago, before mysteriously never coming out again, leading many to believe she had died, and nobody had gone to get her…
The truth however, was far stranger.
The truth was that the owner of the old manor atop the hill, a bat lady named Elizabeth Lucine, had never died. Well, sort of. She was definitely undead. Elizabeth had become a vampire, courtesy of her lover, who had revealed himself to be one. And the reason she never left the house? Very simple. She had gotten too fat to get out.
So, so very fat.
Countess Elizabeth Lucine sat on her silk satin bed as ever, licking gravy from her pudgy fingers. Her arms, partially winged as the norm with bat people, were thick and roll covered, useless for flight. Her brown furred stomach was vast; a wrecking ball of fat that sprawled out over the bed, quivering with every breath she took and wobbling whenever she coughed or laughed. Her breasts were like oversized medicine balls that had been deflated, sagging to the sides while still retaining a definite shape to them. Her rear was a pair of globes, dimpled and spilling out behind her as she sat, her tail a fattened nub that sat atop the cheeks. Her face was full and pump, with her facial cheeks swollen up enough to make her appear like a bloated, winged chipmunk, with a thick, fat roll of neck flab cushioning her chin, her lower lip a ruddy red and thickened itself, giving her an eternal pout. Her legs, were like tree trunks, enormous and near unusable.
And she was fine with this.
She had been growing since the day she was turned, since her lover had revealed his secret to her and asked if she still loved him. She had said yes, and she had become a vampiress of her own free will. And to keep her cravings for blood under control, her lover had gorged her on mortal food every night when she was awake, which rapidly led to her weight exploding. Her once regal, flowing red dress had long since burst those many years ago, leaving her a naked pile of blubber.
She recalled how once she was lithe and slender, an hourglass of a bat. But then she had grown. Past hourglass, past pear, past apple, right into dough ball, and then beyond that, until she was the lump of jelly she was now. A lu’mp of jelly that was hungry, as her massive stomach growled impatiently for tonight’s feast.
“My lover, where are you?” her smooth and sing-song voice called out. “I’m wasting away in here, surely you don’t want me to starve?” She licked her tongue over her fangs, waiting.
“Of course not my love, I only want you to flourish!” her lover replied as he carted in her dinner. All five carts of it.
Elizabeth grinned, eyeing up the many plates of succulent chicken, ham, stews, cakes and puddings, all intended for her and her alone. Her belly roared out and she licked drool from her chunky lip. She motioned for her vampiric significant other to bring it close to her, so that she could feed herself. He did so dutifully, and as soon as the carts were within grabbing range, her fat hands snatched up morsels and shoved them into her waiting more, loudly and messily chewing, gulping, burping, and giggling. She was in blissful, gluttonous heaven.
Her lover smiled and patted her chubby cheeks, watching her eat and eat, until she groaned and paused for a second.
“I cannot find the strength to continue, my love. Please, feed me!” she begged, a paw on her gurgling, expanding stomach.
“Of course my love!” he said happily, grabbing food to shove into her eager mouth. All night long she feasted, until the rising sun forced her to hibernate once more until dusk.
It had been a week since that night, and Elizabeth hungered once again. She was hungrier than ever. The already massive blob of a bat had grown even larger; her stomach and buttocks had more or less become one mass with useless, roll swathed legs attached and sinking into them, her arms also sinking in with hands now useless. Breasts that easily dwarfed someone of below average height and a spare tire for a neck. Cheeks now like basket balls, and lip even larger, overinflated. She belched long and hard and found she could no longer crane her neck to look around.
“My...lover…?” she wheezed, even the act of speech was tiresome for her now.
Her lover lay curled beside her impressive corpulence, slumbering with the warmth radiating from her obese mass heating his cold undead body. Elizabeth smiled, she was starving to re-death but her lover’s peace came first, she petted his head and bared the tumultuous rumbles and growls from her cavernous guts. She recalled how nervous he was when he told her of both his vampire truth, and his love of those much larger than he was. She laughed a deep, bass laughed, her voice deepened by her size. It all seemed so silly and distant now.
The villagers who dwelled in the valley that lay below the lonely hill had long since come to believe the manor haunted, with the strange sounds that came from it every night. Laughter, groans, thunderous sounds like a devil belching brimstone. They didn’t know these were all dear fat Elizabeth, not her unfortunate spectre. They would never know the truth, she was too fat.
Oh, and why is the male character not given any description besides some backstory? So you guys can imagine yourselves in his shoes ;p Male or female, whatever suits your fancy.
Atop a lonely old hill in a country far away sat an aging manor. Crumbling, ivy choked walls and frosted windows, giving away the age of such a structure. The road leading to the ancient iron gate was winding and degraded, and the gate itself, a vast metal thing, was flaking and rusty. It seemed like nobody had lived there for a long time, decades perhaps. The owner of the manor was last seen more than fifty years ago, before mysteriously never coming out again, leading many to believe she had died, and nobody had gone to get her…
The truth however, was far stranger.
The truth was that the owner of the old manor atop the hill, a bat lady named Elizabeth Lucine, had never died. Well, sort of. She was definitely undead. Elizabeth had become a vampire, courtesy of her lover, who had revealed himself to be one. And the reason she never left the house? Very simple. She had gotten too fat to get out.
So, so very fat.
Countess Elizabeth Lucine sat on her silk satin bed as ever, licking gravy from her pudgy fingers. Her arms, partially winged as the norm with bat people, were thick and roll covered, useless for flight. Her brown furred stomach was vast; a wrecking ball of fat that sprawled out over the bed, quivering with every breath she took and wobbling whenever she coughed or laughed. Her breasts were like oversized medicine balls that had been deflated, sagging to the sides while still retaining a definite shape to them. Her rear was a pair of globes, dimpled and spilling out behind her as she sat, her tail a fattened nub that sat atop the cheeks. Her face was full and pump, with her facial cheeks swollen up enough to make her appear like a bloated, winged chipmunk, with a thick, fat roll of neck flab cushioning her chin, her lower lip a ruddy red and thickened itself, giving her an eternal pout. Her legs, were like tree trunks, enormous and near unusable.
And she was fine with this.
She had been growing since the day she was turned, since her lover had revealed his secret to her and asked if she still loved him. She had said yes, and she had become a vampiress of her own free will. And to keep her cravings for blood under control, her lover had gorged her on mortal food every night when she was awake, which rapidly led to her weight exploding. Her once regal, flowing red dress had long since burst those many years ago, leaving her a naked pile of blubber.
She recalled how once she was lithe and slender, an hourglass of a bat. But then she had grown. Past hourglass, past pear, past apple, right into dough ball, and then beyond that, until she was the lump of jelly she was now. A lu’mp of jelly that was hungry, as her massive stomach growled impatiently for tonight’s feast.
“My lover, where are you?” her smooth and sing-song voice called out. “I’m wasting away in here, surely you don’t want me to starve?” She licked her tongue over her fangs, waiting.
“Of course not my love, I only want you to flourish!” her lover replied as he carted in her dinner. All five carts of it.
Elizabeth grinned, eyeing up the many plates of succulent chicken, ham, stews, cakes and puddings, all intended for her and her alone. Her belly roared out and she licked drool from her chunky lip. She motioned for her vampiric significant other to bring it close to her, so that she could feed herself. He did so dutifully, and as soon as the carts were within grabbing range, her fat hands snatched up morsels and shoved them into her waiting more, loudly and messily chewing, gulping, burping, and giggling. She was in blissful, gluttonous heaven.
Her lover smiled and patted her chubby cheeks, watching her eat and eat, until she groaned and paused for a second.
“I cannot find the strength to continue, my love. Please, feed me!” she begged, a paw on her gurgling, expanding stomach.
“Of course my love!” he said happily, grabbing food to shove into her eager mouth. All night long she feasted, until the rising sun forced her to hibernate once more until dusk.
It had been a week since that night, and Elizabeth hungered once again. She was hungrier than ever. The already massive blob of a bat had grown even larger; her stomach and buttocks had more or less become one mass with useless, roll swathed legs attached and sinking into them, her arms also sinking in with hands now useless. Breasts that easily dwarfed someone of below average height and a spare tire for a neck. Cheeks now like basket balls, and lip even larger, overinflated. She belched long and hard and found she could no longer crane her neck to look around.
“My...lover…?” she wheezed, even the act of speech was tiresome for her now.
Her lover lay curled beside her impressive corpulence, slumbering with the warmth radiating from her obese mass heating his cold undead body. Elizabeth smiled, she was starving to re-death but her lover’s peace came first, she petted his head and bared the tumultuous rumbles and growls from her cavernous guts. She recalled how nervous he was when he told her of both his vampire truth, and his love of those much larger than he was. She laughed a deep, bass laughed, her voice deepened by her size. It all seemed so silly and distant now.
The villagers who dwelled in the valley that lay below the lonely hill had long since come to believe the manor haunted, with the strange sounds that came from it every night. Laughter, groans, thunderous sounds like a devil belching brimstone. They didn’t know these were all dear fat Elizabeth, not her unfortunate spectre. They would never know the truth, she was too fat.
Category Story / Fat Furs
Species Bat
Size 50 x 50px
File Size 13.8 kB
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