Count Vladimir is enjoying the fruits of others' labors, but it seems that his new thralls have a worrying habit of plying him with snacks- I'm sure it's nothing to worry about. Check out how much he doesn't have to worry at Big Stories!

Art by  Silver-Stag

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Going by an old saying, nothing succeeded as well as excess, and Count Vladimir was feeling very successful. His two thralls, who he affectionately called Vlad 2 and Vlad 3, had turned out into very good investments, indeed. Who knew mortals could reach such plump dimensions? The both of them had grown as wide as they were tall, several feet of plush flab, and immensely rich blood pumping through it all. The Count could not remember the last time he felt so satisfied with his blood supply— he hadn't truly been able to indulge this richly in at least a century.

Of course, grabbing two soft westerners was a stroke of genius in more ways than one— Vlad 2 and Vlad 3 were aware of all kinds of novel treats the Count could indulge in between feedings, such as his favorite, jelly donuts. Those were more than delightful, and he could drain them dry in seconds. Soon, the Count wasn't going a single day without a tray full of them, the sweet taste positively addicting. To be sure, it was having an… interesting physical effect on him. The Count's toned physique was giving way to a noticeably plush and round middle. He was beginning to strain his fine clothes, but he was so far from the blubbery proportions of Vlad 2 and Vlad 3, he was far from worried. Besides, they were his thralls, and he made certain they wanted nothing more than to serve him. Whenever they presented more treats for him to sup on, they were always so eager to make sure he got his fill, and the Count was a gracious master and wanted to see them happy. If that meant he let himself go a little, what could possibly go wrong?