In the Blood- Part 4

Sorry about the delay folks, it took a bit to squeeze this particularly well-fed Vampire lord out of all the narrow halls of his crypt. Enjoy!

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The Count had never lived so richly. Vladimir Strigov had seen the light, thanks to Vlad 2 and Vlad 3— or rather, Brad and Chad, as they finally become full-blooded vampires and no longer his thralls. He had to admit, he had worried they would move on, which was a silly mistake for such an experienced and mighty vampire as himself; it was as silly as a farmer becoming sentimental for a cow he had fattened for the slaughter.

Still, the current situation was far from uncomfortable. Brad and Chad had gone out to the Count's lands, and had provided him with more than enough to keep him sated, which was good, as Vladimir was less and less capable of doing his own hunting. As their sire, he still commanded their loyalty, and they showed that loyalty in very generous gifts, which he accepted with as much grace as a vampire lord could muster— that is, he devoured every delectable dish and drained every drop of blood they offered him, with very prominent results.

Vladimir's body had inflated into the biggest blood bag in the world, giving the phrase "full as a tick" new dimensions— even if he was fairly certain there was just as much jelly donuts contributing to his vastly augmented size. His gargantuan boulder of a belly defied any attempt to envelop its sheer girth by any of his noble garments, the thick reams of fat sinking down to the floor like a massive storm cloud swallowing up the sky. Every feature of his once angular and toned physique was buried under soft, doughy lard, the count now physically resembling the jelly-filled donuts he had come to love so dearly. His flabby arms were good for little more than raising another morsel to his greedy mouth, and his legs were thick around as wine kegs, his trousers strained as they reached around wide hips and an enormously plump rear.

And yet, even though he was reduced to a shuffling waddle whenever he moved and could barely carry himself through his castle, Vladimir was, by any metric, a successful vampire lord— he supped on the richest blood every night, his lands and title were secure, and Brad and Chad ensured his sausage-fingered grip on power remained strong. Even if he was squishy and plump as a leech, he wouldn't have it any other way… in fact, he was ready to make sure he remained significantly bigger than Chad and Brad. His rank had to be self evident, after all, and he wanted his success as a vampire to be known to one and all.