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xandromeda featuring a character we created for Big Stories, Count Vladimir Strigov, who you can check out here. After his own girthy transformation, Count Vladimir and his two assistants take a would-be vampire hunter under their wing, and soon, this mild-mannered accountant-turned-vampire-hunter has big plans for all three. Enjoy!
The next step in Tad's evolving plan was a careful balancing act; he made a calculated guess that if Brad was feeling bad if he was smaller, Chad might feel the same. So he fed the lion more, gorging him and bulking him up, until the flabby feline was larger than his bulbous bovine partner. But then, he turned around to Chad, and bulked him up. Tad watched their weights carefully, always making sure one was only slightly larger than the other, balancing them out, and then starting the process all over again.
There was one other rule the otter developed for himself, however; Count Vladimir was always going to be larger— as massive as he could manage. The great vampire lord was plied with every trick Tad had learned to increase output, creating steady streams of the Count's favorites; extremely rare steaks, jelly-filled donuts, blood pudding, anything that reminded the Count of his more traditional vampiric past-times.
Vladimir, during these feedings, became an extremely huge blob of putty in Tad's hands, and he grew to a magnificent size. Vladimir's bulbous, ever-hungry belly had grown truly gigantic. There were hovels in the village smaller than his great, roiling gut, a practical sea of blubber that spilled out far past the rest of his body, smothering his legs, and dominating the outline of his body. His trunk-sized legs and chunky thighs were splayed out whenever he rested, partially submerged under his belly and now near-useless, as the vampire bat certainly didn't intend on exerting himself; walking was for peasants and thralls, and those who did not possess throne-crushing, lard-laden rears. What appeared to be two enormous flour bags laid listlessly atop his belly, the plumped-up swells of his chest, pressing against his thickly swaddled arms that held all the physical strength he had left, just enough to hoist up bigger and bigger plates to his hungry maw, ringed as it was in multiple chins and balloon-sized cheeks. The Count was a monument to decadence and gluttony, and Tad considered himself the architect, unaware that Vladimir began to think that the otter's pay was insufficient, for all that he had done.
The feasting hall of Castle Strigov had to be expanded to accommodate the three gluttonous vampires, the floor reinforced with steel supports; the concern of Vladimir crashing through into the lower levels of the castle becoming a less and less implausible fear as time wore on. The otter had managed to carefully balance out Brad and Chad as they gorged themselves on more modern foods they had gone without since joining the Count; pizzas, burgers, fried chicken, and all the other comforts of their former home, back in the States. They could still reach past their own hill-like bellies, if only just— but Vladimir required Tad's special attention.
xandromeda featuring a character we created for Big Stories, Count Vladimir Strigov, who you can check out here. After his own girthy transformation, Count Vladimir and his two assistants take a would-be vampire hunter under their wing, and soon, this mild-mannered accountant-turned-vampire-hunter has big plans for all three. Enjoy!The next step in Tad's evolving plan was a careful balancing act; he made a calculated guess that if Brad was feeling bad if he was smaller, Chad might feel the same. So he fed the lion more, gorging him and bulking him up, until the flabby feline was larger than his bulbous bovine partner. But then, he turned around to Chad, and bulked him up. Tad watched their weights carefully, always making sure one was only slightly larger than the other, balancing them out, and then starting the process all over again.
There was one other rule the otter developed for himself, however; Count Vladimir was always going to be larger— as massive as he could manage. The great vampire lord was plied with every trick Tad had learned to increase output, creating steady streams of the Count's favorites; extremely rare steaks, jelly-filled donuts, blood pudding, anything that reminded the Count of his more traditional vampiric past-times.
Vladimir, during these feedings, became an extremely huge blob of putty in Tad's hands, and he grew to a magnificent size. Vladimir's bulbous, ever-hungry belly had grown truly gigantic. There were hovels in the village smaller than his great, roiling gut, a practical sea of blubber that spilled out far past the rest of his body, smothering his legs, and dominating the outline of his body. His trunk-sized legs and chunky thighs were splayed out whenever he rested, partially submerged under his belly and now near-useless, as the vampire bat certainly didn't intend on exerting himself; walking was for peasants and thralls, and those who did not possess throne-crushing, lard-laden rears. What appeared to be two enormous flour bags laid listlessly atop his belly, the plumped-up swells of his chest, pressing against his thickly swaddled arms that held all the physical strength he had left, just enough to hoist up bigger and bigger plates to his hungry maw, ringed as it was in multiple chins and balloon-sized cheeks. The Count was a monument to decadence and gluttony, and Tad considered himself the architect, unaware that Vladimir began to think that the otter's pay was insufficient, for all that he had done.
The feasting hall of Castle Strigov had to be expanded to accommodate the three gluttonous vampires, the floor reinforced with steel supports; the concern of Vladimir crashing through into the lower levels of the castle becoming a less and less implausible fear as time wore on. The otter had managed to carefully balance out Brad and Chad as they gorged themselves on more modern foods they had gone without since joining the Count; pizzas, burgers, fried chicken, and all the other comforts of their former home, back in the States. They could still reach past their own hill-like bellies, if only just— but Vladimir required Tad's special attention.
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