Emilia's Move to America (Vampire WG Story) Part 2

Emilia's hunger for the sweet, thick blood of her prey only grew as she continued her nightly hunts. She found herself seeking out larger and more plentiful victims, unable to resist the allure of the sugar-rich nectar. Her feedings became more indulgent, and she was taking in more and more each night.

As she continued her nightly hunts, Emilia's weight continued to grow. She was feeding more and more, unable to resist the temptation of the sweet, thick blood. As Emilia continued to indulge in the sweet, thick blood, the effects of her addiction began to show in her figure. Her once-toned and athletic body became soft and round, and she began to notice changes in her clothes. Tops that once fit snugly now strained to contain her bulging breasts, and skirts and pants that had fit perfectly were now too tight, digging into her plump hips and thighs.

Her weight gain was quite noticeable. Her waist thickened and her belly bulged with each feeding. Her once-flat stomach now jutted out, soft and cushioned, as she indulged in her addiction. Her once-toned arms and legs became softer, her thighs rubbing together as she walked, her cheeks becoming chubby and round.

It wasn’t just her weight that had increased, her appetite grew insatiable. She found herself hunting more and more frequently, unable to control her urges. Each night, she was consuming large quantities of blood, taking in more than ever before. Her victims were no longer just one or two individuals, but rather groups of people who provided her with a feast. She would drain every last drop of blood from her prey, relishing the sweet, thick nectar that flowed through their veins.

Despite these physical changes, Emilia was unable to resist the allure of the sweet blood. Each night, she found herself hunting with more and more intensity, her cravings growing stronger and her feeding sessions becoming longer. She was taking in more than she ever had before, unable to control her urge for the sugar-rich blood.

However, her increasing size was making it more difficult for her to catch prey that was fit and agile. As a result, she found herself exclusively hunting only those who were easy targets. The more overweight and out of shape the better, as Emilia had no problem overpowering them, not to mention the sweetness of their blood. Emilia has once loved the challenge, the thrill of the hunt, often hunting targets that looked like they could put up a fight. Now, she just wanted to get her next meal as easily and quickly as possible. She had become a predator of the weak, relying on her prey's inability to escape her rather than her physical prowess.

It was a typical summer night, and Emilia's hunt had led her to a crowded bar. As she made her way through the throngs of people, she couldn't help but notice a group of friends huddled together, laughing and having a good time. Emilia's eyes scanned over them, and she noticed that they were all overweight, with round bellies and plump arms. Her heart quickened, and she licked her lips, feeling a pang of hunger in her belly.

She approached them cautiously, pretending to be just another patron at the bar. She listened to their conversations, and soon found out that they were celebrating a birthday. Emilia knew that this was the perfect opportunity to indulge, and she began to plan her attack.

After a few more drinks, the group stumbled out of the bar, and Emilia followed them discreetly, biding her time. She waited until they were in a dark and secluded alleyway, away from the prying eyes of the public. Then, with lightning-fast speed, she pounced on her unsuspecting victims.

One by one, Emilia fed on them, savouring the sweet, thick blood that flowed through their veins. Their flesh was soft and pliable, and their blood was like a sweet nectar that she couldn't resist. She drank deeply, not caring about the consequences of her actions. As the last of the group fell to the ground, Emilia sat back, her belly now round and distended. She let out a satisfied sigh, feeling content and full.

Eventually, Emilia made her way home, her body felt heavy and sluggish from her feast. Her clothes clung tightly to her body, emphasising her curves and the added weight of each meal. Her breaths were heavy, and her steps were slower than usual, but she felt satisfied with the night's feeding.

However, as Emilia continued down the street, her senses were suddenly awakened by the sight of the largest woman she had ever seen. The woman was sitting outside a Wendy's, surrounded by piles of food, shovelling it into her mouth without a care in the world. Emilia's mouth watered at the thought of all that sweet blood flowing through the woman's veins, and she knew that she couldn't resist the temptation.

Emilia followed the woman as she heaved herself up off the bench, her every step struggling under the weight of her massive body. The woman waddled down the street with great difficulty, her heavy breathing echoing through the quiet night air. Emilia’s anticipation grew with every passing second.

Eventually, Emilia caught up with the woman and tackled her to the ground. The woman could not put up much of a fight, and was unable to get up, weighed down by the consequences of her gluttony. Emilia sunk her fangs in and began to drink. The blood seemed never-ending, and Emilia feasted, losing herself in the pleasure of each gulp. The woman's body was like a fountain, a never-ending source of life-giving fluid that fueled Emilia's hunger. With each sip, Emilia could feel the woman's vitality coursing through her body, the rich taste of her blood tantalising her senses.

As Emilia drank, she could feel her already tight skirt tightening around her growing belly, struggling to contain the growing mass of her figure. But the pleasure of the feeding was too great for her to care, and she continued to drink until she had drained the woman dry.

Just as she finished, Emilia heard a loud pop. She looked down, noticing the button on her jeans had popped right off, and the zipper came undone. Almost on cue, she let out a large burp, which echoed through the alleyway, and sent ripples through her plump body. She attempted to get up, failed, and tried again, again having no success. Her belly was so full and bloated that she could barely move, and she simply sat there for a while, rubbing her fattened gut and digesting the meal she had just consumed.

Emilia knew that she had overindulged, but the satisfaction of her feeding was too great for her to feel remorse. She had lost herself in the pleasure of her hunger and was unable to resist the temptation of the sweet blood. As she sat there, digesting her feast, she relished in the feeling of being full and content, her every sense alive with the indulgence of the night's feeding.