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"C'mon, just go for it already!"
Vlad was having second thoughts as he gazed into the mouth of the cave, taking two steps back into the bushes with his cohorts, "I don't know...I mean, you guys can survive about anything, but getting crushed by a giant hand doesn't sound like-"
"Pffft, you're not gonna get crushed!" A hand claps him on the back, "Listen, you're a newbie, so we'll cut you some slack here-but you wanted to be a vampire, right?"
"Yeah...?"
"And you didn't want to kill anybody or anything, riiiight?"
"...Yeah..."
"So this is the perfect solution!" Damien slung an arm around him, waving ahead, "Think of it like...like a right of passage! Not like a giant is gonna need a few extra liters of blood, right? They've got plenty to spare!"
"Exactly-" Kruchev took up his other side, "-and their skin is so thick, they won't even feel it. You just gotta get in, get your fill, and go home! Easy as that!"
"I guess...? If you guys have done it..." He inched his way out of the bushes, "If anything happens, you'll get me out though, right?"
"Absolutely!" "One hundred percent, pal!" Damien gave him a smack on the ass, "Now get over there!"
With a yelp, the fledgling vampire made his way to the cavern entrance, rubbing his behind and giving the occasional glances back to his cohorts, who responded with toothy grins and big thumbs up. He sighed, glancing back to the cave. They were right, he *had* wanted this. At least he had before he found out about a vampire's bloodlust. Their willingness to suck till nothing was left...just a husk...He shivered.
He had always admired vampires. The romance, the darkness, the sense of power that came from it. But the thought of killing things did make him a bit squeamish. There were plenty of bats out there who subsisted on drinking off of much larger prey. As long as he got out of this alive, maybe he wouldn't feel so hungry all the time.
First things first though-getting the blood at all. He walked one step at a time, feet stumbling over remains of other creatures, bones clattering across the stone. He swallowed, going in further, his eyes slowly adjusting to the dark environment as soft, but deep breathing began to rumble around him. And there it was. The giant probably would've stood at around twenty-no, maybe thirty feet tall when it's up. Its body was covered in a short at the thigh cover-up, seemingly made from the hides of a dozen other animals in a tacky mis-matched pattern. The scent of blood and sweat lingered in the air, yet it was curiously met with the slightest hint of...lavender?
His brows rose. Was there a bush growing nearby? He shakes his head. No! Focus on the task at hand...good thing it was laying down anyway. Made it all the more easy to scale up its back. And good gracious they weren't kidding about the skin! He barely made a dent with his claw-like nails-how on earth were his teeth supposed to get through this? His boot catches a softer fold along the neck and he pulls himself up with a sigh, giving a thumbs up towards the cave entrance. If he perks his ears up, he can just hear a few hollars of encouragement from outside.
Taking a look back at the neck, he swallows. Now how to tackle this...Suppose the best option is to just...nick a vein and get in there? A slow pulse throbs under his hands, feeling around till he finds the best vein to strike. The smell of lavender is stronger around the neck, he finds, as a strong sense of hunger rumbles through him. His tongue darts out to lick his lips, pressing till he finds a spot with the most give, and sinking his fangs down.
The first sip is exquisite. The blood is much thicker then the average animal, and the meaty taste of every beast this one has captured and eaten sing throughout it. It's the difference between eating a dollar hamburger and following it up with a thousand dollar steak-a difference that makes you wonder how you ever didn't eat like this. Eyes shut, a content purr escapes him as he gets comfortable, taking deep drinks of the thick blood. Every gulp just makes him want to down more and more, the hunger pangs vanishing into a cozy fullness.
Vlad's eyes start to open only when he hears a deep groan come from nearby, and it took him a minute to remember where he was. The giant has begun to shift, murmuring something in its sleep, before gravity shifts as it sits up with a long stretch of its arms. Vlad makes a muffled squeak, pressed into the neck by one arm, bracing himself before he risks getting crushed. And then, a deep but rather cute yawn echoed through the cavern.
He blinks, glancing over once he can get his balance again, and an immediate detail sends the newly acquired blood straight to his groin. Breasts the size of deluxe carriages bloom out from the giant's chest, accented by a pair of equally cute, plush lips on her face. She rubs a palm over it, messy hair shifting to the side to reveal a single, enormous, pale blue eye and a pink piggy nose, a pair of floppy ears showing between the waterfall of wild hair. She gives another yawn, showing massive tusks in the process, stretching in a way that makes her chest heave, and grabs a nearby rib cage to brush through her hair.
Vlad is just thanking his lucky stars she hadn't noticed him yet, half asleep as she was. He was feeling full enough by this point-time to make his exit. He starts to move back, but his fangs don't budge. He raises a brow, giving another tug, then a slightly panicked pull, eyes slowly beginning to widen as the situation sinks in on him. Her stretching earlier must've jammed his fangs in! He was stuck!!!
He keeps trying to tug away, while the giant in the meantime seems totally oblivious to him, getting to her knees now to crawl out of the cave and stand to her full, impressive height. Vlad struggles to get his footing for a moment, nails digging into the shoulder before he gets some balance back, letting out a sigh of relief. "Ahhh, what a great morning!" Says a deep but distinctly feminine voice, as the giant rolls her shoulders, "Perfect for a morning jog!"
A jog? Vlad doesn't have much time to think before she gets a running start through the forest, towering above the trees. He digs his heels in and braces himself as branches zip by, threatening to shove him off. If this was a jog, he'd hate to see this gal in a marathon. He could feel her breathing quickened as she exercised, pulse thrumming in her neck. Without warning, a gush of blood flooded him, forced to gulp it down before he risked drowning in it. He didn't even know if vampires could drown in their own meals, but he didn't want to be the first to find out.
Gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp-
His shirt coat had grown tight with the latest gulp, but he didn't try to free his stomach. After all, if his body fell off but his head stuck behind...gulp. The more she jogged however, the quicker her pulse became. What had begun as a small bump on his midsection began to gradually swell the more blood he gulped down, straining at his jacket and forcing him to widen his stance to maintain balance. His pale stomach was starting to turn pink, buttons pulling apart one by one, till the fabric snapped them away, no longer able to bear it. One by one, relief filled him as each button fell away to clatter to the forest floor, but only for a moment.
As she picked up speed, his belly grumbled, forced to take on more and more as the pulses drew closer together. He was constantly chugging now, and his stomach started to swell faster, the pink tinge growing red the longer he drank. He carefully moved a hand to feel his stomach, how it churned under his touch, sloshing like an overfilled water balloon. Then quickly dug his hand into her neck as another surge forced his belly to expand, now pressed skin-to-skin. He didn't know how the weight hadn't alerted her by now. How much blood did she even have in her?
Apparently enough for the jog to become a full-on sprint, heart thumping wildly. He made a small whimper as even more began to pump down his throat like a firehose. His hands and feet were losing ground, pushed back by his growing belly, constantly shifting to maintain his hold. His eyes squeezed shut as he groaned between gulps, starting to feel the strain his stomach was under. Running out of room, his body was beginning to round up into his chest, his feet lifting off as his belly wobbled beneath him. Ohhh this really wasn't good...
He didn't need to breathe, but he was starting to pant anyway, starting to feel his hands losing their grip as his belly pushed out on them. He felt like a tick-immobile and engorged with blood, fattened to the point of bursting if so much as the smallest squeeze pushed on him. And he was still forced to chug, stomach creaking now with every gulp he took. No no no! The situation was starting to get to him, eyes snapping open for the tears coming up. He didn't want to pop! Please, no!
Gulp, gulp, ulk, gulp....gulp......
The only thing keeping him on was his sheer weight and the grip his fangs had on her artery. If he dared try to fly, he was sure his arms would have snapped under how heavy he’d gotten. He looked and felt as big as a hippo, and every gulp he forced down added inches to the tight sphere of his stomach. His leathery arms gingerly wrapped around his belly, trembling when he felt just how little give there was. Creaking, tightening, pushing out against his hands, shutting his teary eyes to breathe heavily through his nose. Oh god, oh devil, whoever he was supposed to fall under-please don’t let him explode like this! He didn’t want to spend his immortality as a head!!
Just when he felt like he was about to blow, she ceased her run, his stomach getting a chance to settle now that it wasn't constantly jostled. The giant had stopped to catch her breath, a little paler now beneath the flushed cheeks, "Phew...I feel kinda dizzy all of a sudden..." She started to reach up, "And my shoulder is so stiff!"
He whimpered and whined as loud as he could in his current position, and she stopped, looking around, "Is someone there??" Her huge eye finally wandered over, gasping, "Oh!! Did I get another one??" Her hand came close again and Vlad shut his eyes, trembling. So this was how he died again...blown up by a cyclops, or smashed between her fingers, or...or...
Or gently pried off? His jaw hung loose, both from shock and from finally getting a chance to relax again as she held him in both hands, "You poor thing...lucky I caught you! I would've had an awful mess on my hands if I hadn't gotten you in time!" Her thumbs pressed as gently as possible on his bloated belly and he made another whine when it sloshed, blood coming up his throat. "Oh!! Sorry, sorry! You're pretty full, sorry..."
Vlad hiccuped, finding it difficult to talk in the moment. Spitting up some of the blood had helped equalize the pressure, but he still felt tight as a drum. Like all it would take was a gentle squeeze to pop him like the tick he was.
“Are you alright lil guy?” She brought him in closer to her big eye, clearly trying to be careful with her hooved hands, “I’ve never seen one of you guys get this stuffed without blowing up…”
Vlad belched, nodding his head, “I think I’m still alive…?”
She blinked, then gave a laugh, stroking his head between the ears, “Oh of course you are, silly!” Her giggle ended with a snort, holding him up with a smile, “You know, you guys are pretty cute when you’re this tubby-how’d you like to hang around with me, huh??”
Seeing as he had no other options and really didn’t want to get popped, Vlad nodded his head. He supposed this wasn’t the worst way to end up after getting so stuffed, and at least she seemed nice enough. With a nod of his head, she gave a bright grin and turned on her heel to start stomping back to her cave.
Vlad only really started sweating when he remembered all the broken, sharp bones littered around her home.
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"C'mon, just go for it already!"
Vlad was having second thoughts as he gazed into the mouth of the cave, taking two steps back into the bushes with his cohorts, "I don't know...I mean, you guys can survive about anything, but getting crushed by a giant hand doesn't sound like-"
"Pffft, you're not gonna get crushed!" A hand claps him on the back, "Listen, you're a newbie, so we'll cut you some slack here-but you wanted to be a vampire, right?"
"Yeah...?"
"And you didn't want to kill anybody or anything, riiiight?"
"...Yeah..."
"So this is the perfect solution!" Damien slung an arm around him, waving ahead, "Think of it like...like a right of passage! Not like a giant is gonna need a few extra liters of blood, right? They've got plenty to spare!"
"Exactly-" Kruchev took up his other side, "-and their skin is so thick, they won't even feel it. You just gotta get in, get your fill, and go home! Easy as that!"
"I guess...? If you guys have done it..." He inched his way out of the bushes, "If anything happens, you'll get me out though, right?"
"Absolutely!" "One hundred percent, pal!" Damien gave him a smack on the ass, "Now get over there!"
With a yelp, the fledgling vampire made his way to the cavern entrance, rubbing his behind and giving the occasional glances back to his cohorts, who responded with toothy grins and big thumbs up. He sighed, glancing back to the cave. They were right, he *had* wanted this. At least he had before he found out about a vampire's bloodlust. Their willingness to suck till nothing was left...just a husk...He shivered.
He had always admired vampires. The romance, the darkness, the sense of power that came from it. But the thought of killing things did make him a bit squeamish. There were plenty of bats out there who subsisted on drinking off of much larger prey. As long as he got out of this alive, maybe he wouldn't feel so hungry all the time.
First things first though-getting the blood at all. He walked one step at a time, feet stumbling over remains of other creatures, bones clattering across the stone. He swallowed, going in further, his eyes slowly adjusting to the dark environment as soft, but deep breathing began to rumble around him. And there it was. The giant probably would've stood at around twenty-no, maybe thirty feet tall when it's up. Its body was covered in a short at the thigh cover-up, seemingly made from the hides of a dozen other animals in a tacky mis-matched pattern. The scent of blood and sweat lingered in the air, yet it was curiously met with the slightest hint of...lavender?
His brows rose. Was there a bush growing nearby? He shakes his head. No! Focus on the task at hand...good thing it was laying down anyway. Made it all the more easy to scale up its back. And good gracious they weren't kidding about the skin! He barely made a dent with his claw-like nails-how on earth were his teeth supposed to get through this? His boot catches a softer fold along the neck and he pulls himself up with a sigh, giving a thumbs up towards the cave entrance. If he perks his ears up, he can just hear a few hollars of encouragement from outside.
Taking a look back at the neck, he swallows. Now how to tackle this...Suppose the best option is to just...nick a vein and get in there? A slow pulse throbs under his hands, feeling around till he finds the best vein to strike. The smell of lavender is stronger around the neck, he finds, as a strong sense of hunger rumbles through him. His tongue darts out to lick his lips, pressing till he finds a spot with the most give, and sinking his fangs down.
The first sip is exquisite. The blood is much thicker then the average animal, and the meaty taste of every beast this one has captured and eaten sing throughout it. It's the difference between eating a dollar hamburger and following it up with a thousand dollar steak-a difference that makes you wonder how you ever didn't eat like this. Eyes shut, a content purr escapes him as he gets comfortable, taking deep drinks of the thick blood. Every gulp just makes him want to down more and more, the hunger pangs vanishing into a cozy fullness.
Vlad's eyes start to open only when he hears a deep groan come from nearby, and it took him a minute to remember where he was. The giant has begun to shift, murmuring something in its sleep, before gravity shifts as it sits up with a long stretch of its arms. Vlad makes a muffled squeak, pressed into the neck by one arm, bracing himself before he risks getting crushed. And then, a deep but rather cute yawn echoed through the cavern.
He blinks, glancing over once he can get his balance again, and an immediate detail sends the newly acquired blood straight to his groin. Breasts the size of deluxe carriages bloom out from the giant's chest, accented by a pair of equally cute, plush lips on her face. She rubs a palm over it, messy hair shifting to the side to reveal a single, enormous, pale blue eye and a pink piggy nose, a pair of floppy ears showing between the waterfall of wild hair. She gives another yawn, showing massive tusks in the process, stretching in a way that makes her chest heave, and grabs a nearby rib cage to brush through her hair.
Vlad is just thanking his lucky stars she hadn't noticed him yet, half asleep as she was. He was feeling full enough by this point-time to make his exit. He starts to move back, but his fangs don't budge. He raises a brow, giving another tug, then a slightly panicked pull, eyes slowly beginning to widen as the situation sinks in on him. Her stretching earlier must've jammed his fangs in! He was stuck!!!
He keeps trying to tug away, while the giant in the meantime seems totally oblivious to him, getting to her knees now to crawl out of the cave and stand to her full, impressive height. Vlad struggles to get his footing for a moment, nails digging into the shoulder before he gets some balance back, letting out a sigh of relief. "Ahhh, what a great morning!" Says a deep but distinctly feminine voice, as the giant rolls her shoulders, "Perfect for a morning jog!"
A jog? Vlad doesn't have much time to think before she gets a running start through the forest, towering above the trees. He digs his heels in and braces himself as branches zip by, threatening to shove him off. If this was a jog, he'd hate to see this gal in a marathon. He could feel her breathing quickened as she exercised, pulse thrumming in her neck. Without warning, a gush of blood flooded him, forced to gulp it down before he risked drowning in it. He didn't even know if vampires could drown in their own meals, but he didn't want to be the first to find out.
Gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp-
His shirt coat had grown tight with the latest gulp, but he didn't try to free his stomach. After all, if his body fell off but his head stuck behind...gulp. The more she jogged however, the quicker her pulse became. What had begun as a small bump on his midsection began to gradually swell the more blood he gulped down, straining at his jacket and forcing him to widen his stance to maintain balance. His pale stomach was starting to turn pink, buttons pulling apart one by one, till the fabric snapped them away, no longer able to bear it. One by one, relief filled him as each button fell away to clatter to the forest floor, but only for a moment.
As she picked up speed, his belly grumbled, forced to take on more and more as the pulses drew closer together. He was constantly chugging now, and his stomach started to swell faster, the pink tinge growing red the longer he drank. He carefully moved a hand to feel his stomach, how it churned under his touch, sloshing like an overfilled water balloon. Then quickly dug his hand into her neck as another surge forced his belly to expand, now pressed skin-to-skin. He didn't know how the weight hadn't alerted her by now. How much blood did she even have in her?
Apparently enough for the jog to become a full-on sprint, heart thumping wildly. He made a small whimper as even more began to pump down his throat like a firehose. His hands and feet were losing ground, pushed back by his growing belly, constantly shifting to maintain his hold. His eyes squeezed shut as he groaned between gulps, starting to feel the strain his stomach was under. Running out of room, his body was beginning to round up into his chest, his feet lifting off as his belly wobbled beneath him. Ohhh this really wasn't good...
He didn't need to breathe, but he was starting to pant anyway, starting to feel his hands losing their grip as his belly pushed out on them. He felt like a tick-immobile and engorged with blood, fattened to the point of bursting if so much as the smallest squeeze pushed on him. And he was still forced to chug, stomach creaking now with every gulp he took. No no no! The situation was starting to get to him, eyes snapping open for the tears coming up. He didn't want to pop! Please, no!
Gulp, gulp, ulk, gulp....gulp......
The only thing keeping him on was his sheer weight and the grip his fangs had on her artery. If he dared try to fly, he was sure his arms would have snapped under how heavy he’d gotten. He looked and felt as big as a hippo, and every gulp he forced down added inches to the tight sphere of his stomach. His leathery arms gingerly wrapped around his belly, trembling when he felt just how little give there was. Creaking, tightening, pushing out against his hands, shutting his teary eyes to breathe heavily through his nose. Oh god, oh devil, whoever he was supposed to fall under-please don’t let him explode like this! He didn’t want to spend his immortality as a head!!
Just when he felt like he was about to blow, she ceased her run, his stomach getting a chance to settle now that it wasn't constantly jostled. The giant had stopped to catch her breath, a little paler now beneath the flushed cheeks, "Phew...I feel kinda dizzy all of a sudden..." She started to reach up, "And my shoulder is so stiff!"
He whimpered and whined as loud as he could in his current position, and she stopped, looking around, "Is someone there??" Her huge eye finally wandered over, gasping, "Oh!! Did I get another one??" Her hand came close again and Vlad shut his eyes, trembling. So this was how he died again...blown up by a cyclops, or smashed between her fingers, or...or...
Or gently pried off? His jaw hung loose, both from shock and from finally getting a chance to relax again as she held him in both hands, "You poor thing...lucky I caught you! I would've had an awful mess on my hands if I hadn't gotten you in time!" Her thumbs pressed as gently as possible on his bloated belly and he made another whine when it sloshed, blood coming up his throat. "Oh!! Sorry, sorry! You're pretty full, sorry..."
Vlad hiccuped, finding it difficult to talk in the moment. Spitting up some of the blood had helped equalize the pressure, but he still felt tight as a drum. Like all it would take was a gentle squeeze to pop him like the tick he was.
“Are you alright lil guy?” She brought him in closer to her big eye, clearly trying to be careful with her hooved hands, “I’ve never seen one of you guys get this stuffed without blowing up…”
Vlad belched, nodding his head, “I think I’m still alive…?”
She blinked, then gave a laugh, stroking his head between the ears, “Oh of course you are, silly!” Her giggle ended with a snort, holding him up with a smile, “You know, you guys are pretty cute when you’re this tubby-how’d you like to hang around with me, huh??”
Seeing as he had no other options and really didn’t want to get popped, Vlad nodded his head. He supposed this wasn’t the worst way to end up after getting so stuffed, and at least she seemed nice enough. With a nod of his head, she gave a bright grin and turned on her heel to start stomping back to her cave.
Vlad only really started sweating when he remembered all the broken, sharp bones littered around her home.
Phew! Been a while, huh folks?? I wanted to put some stuff up here and found this fic collecting dust, so polished it up for you guys to enjoy! I wrote this back when I was feeling in a spooky mood and there's something so cute about a classic vampire getting gorged on blood. Hope you enjoy!
"C'mon, just go for it already!"
Vlad was having second thoughts as he gazed into the mouth of the cave, taking two steps back into the bushes with his cohorts, "I don't know...I mean, you guys can survive about anything, but getting crushed by a giant hand doesn't sound like-"
"Pffft, you're not gonna get crushed!" A hand claps him on the back, "Listen, you're a newbie, so we'll cut you some slack here-but you wanted to be a vampire, right?"
"Yeah...?"
"And you didn't want to kill anybody or anything, riiiight?"
"...Yeah..."
"So this is the perfect solution!" Damien slung an arm around him, waving ahead, "Think of it like...like a right of passage! Not like a giant is gonna need a few extra liters of blood, right? They've got plenty to spare!"
"Exactly-" Kruchev took up his other side, "-and their skin is so thick, they won't even feel it. You just gotta get in, get your fill, and go home! Easy as that!"
"I guess...? If you guys have done it..." He inched his way out of the bushes, "If anything happens, you'll get me out though, right?"
"Absolutely!" "One hundred percent, pal!" Damien gave him a smack on the ass, "Now get over there!"
With a yelp, the fledgling vampire made his way to the cavern entrance, rubbing his behind and giving the occasional glances back to his cohorts, who responded with toothy grins and big thumbs up. He sighed, glancing back to the cave. They were right, he *had* wanted this. At least he had before he found out about a vampire's bloodlust. Their willingness to suck till nothing was left...just a husk...He shivered.
He had always admired vampires. The romance, the darkness, the sense of power that came from it. But the thought of killing things did make him a bit squeamish. There were plenty of bats out there who subsisted on drinking off of much larger prey. As long as he got out of this alive, maybe he wouldn't feel so hungry all the time.
First things first though-getting the blood at all. He walked one step at a time, feet stumbling over remains of other creatures, bones clattering across the stone. He swallowed, going in further, his eyes slowly adjusting to the dark environment as soft, but deep breathing began to rumble around him. And there it was. The giant probably would've stood at around twenty-no, maybe thirty feet tall when it's up. Its body was covered in a short at the thigh cover-up, seemingly made from the hides of a dozen other animals in a tacky mis-matched pattern. The scent of blood and sweat lingered in the air, yet it was curiously met with the slightest hint of...lavender?
His brows rose. Was there a bush growing nearby? He shakes his head. No! Focus on the task at hand...good thing it was laying down anyway. Made it all the more easy to scale up its back. And good gracious they weren't kidding about the skin! He barely made a dent with his claw-like nails-how on earth were his teeth supposed to get through this? His boot catches a softer fold along the neck and he pulls himself up with a sigh, giving a thumbs up towards the cave entrance. If he perks his ears up, he can just hear a few hollars of encouragement from outside.
Taking a look back at the neck, he swallows. Now how to tackle this...Suppose the best option is to just...nick a vein and get in there? A slow pulse throbs under his hands, feeling around till he finds the best vein to strike. The smell of lavender is stronger around the neck, he finds, as a strong sense of hunger rumbles through him. His tongue darts out to lick his lips, pressing till he finds a spot with the most give, and sinking his fangs down.
The first sip is exquisite. The blood is much thicker then the average animal, and the meaty taste of every beast this one has captured and eaten sing throughout it. It's the difference between eating a dollar hamburger and following it up with a thousand dollar steak-a difference that makes you wonder how you ever didn't eat like this. Eyes shut, a content purr escapes him as he gets comfortable, taking deep drinks of the thick blood. Every gulp just makes him want to down more and more, the hunger pangs vanishing into a cozy fullness.
Vlad's eyes start to open only when he hears a deep groan come from nearby, and it took him a minute to remember where he was. The giant has begun to shift, murmuring something in its sleep, before gravity shifts as it sits up with a long stretch of its arms. Vlad makes a muffled squeak, pressed into the neck by one arm, bracing himself before he risks getting crushed. And then, a deep but rather cute yawn echoed through the cavern.
He blinks, glancing over once he can get his balance again, and an immediate detail sends the newly acquired blood straight to his groin. Breasts the size of deluxe carriages bloom out from the giant's chest, accented by a pair of equally cute, plush lips on her face. She rubs a palm over it, messy hair shifting to the side to reveal a single, enormous, pale blue eye and a pink piggy nose, a pair of floppy ears showing between the waterfall of wild hair. She gives another yawn, showing massive tusks in the process, stretching in a way that makes her chest heave, and grabs a nearby rib cage to brush through her hair.
Vlad is just thanking his lucky stars she hadn't noticed him yet, half asleep as she was. He was feeling full enough by this point-time to make his exit. He starts to move back, but his fangs don't budge. He raises a brow, giving another tug, then a slightly panicked pull, eyes slowly beginning to widen as the situation sinks in on him. Her stretching earlier must've jammed his fangs in! He was stuck!!!
He keeps trying to tug away, while the giant in the meantime seems totally oblivious to him, getting to her knees now to crawl out of the cave and stand to her full, impressive height. Vlad struggles to get his footing for a moment, nails digging into the shoulder before he gets some balance back, letting out a sigh of relief. "Ahhh, what a great morning!" Says a deep but distinctly feminine voice, as the giant rolls her shoulders, "Perfect for a morning jog!"
A jog? Vlad doesn't have much time to think before she gets a running start through the forest, towering above the trees. He digs his heels in and braces himself as branches zip by, threatening to shove him off. If this was a jog, he'd hate to see this gal in a marathon. He could feel her breathing quickened as she exercised, pulse thrumming in her neck. Without warning, a gush of blood flooded him, forced to gulp it down before he risked drowning in it. He didn't even know if vampires could drown in their own meals, but he didn't want to be the first to find out.
Gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp-
His shirt coat had grown tight with the latest gulp, but he didn't try to free his stomach. After all, if his body fell off but his head stuck behind...gulp. The more she jogged however, the quicker her pulse became. What had begun as a small bump on his midsection began to gradually swell the more blood he gulped down, straining at his jacket and forcing him to widen his stance to maintain balance. His pale stomach was starting to turn pink, buttons pulling apart one by one, till the fabric snapped them away, no longer able to bear it. One by one, relief filled him as each button fell away to clatter to the forest floor, but only for a moment.
As she picked up speed, his belly grumbled, forced to take on more and more as the pulses drew closer together. He was constantly chugging now, and his stomach started to swell faster, the pink tinge growing red the longer he drank. He carefully moved a hand to feel his stomach, how it churned under his touch, sloshing like an overfilled water balloon. Then quickly dug his hand into her neck as another surge forced his belly to expand, now pressed skin-to-skin. He didn't know how the weight hadn't alerted her by now. How much blood did she even have in her?
Apparently enough for the jog to become a full-on sprint, heart thumping wildly. He made a small whimper as even more began to pump down his throat like a firehose. His hands and feet were losing ground, pushed back by his growing belly, constantly shifting to maintain his hold. His eyes squeezed shut as he groaned between gulps, starting to feel the strain his stomach was under. Running out of room, his body was beginning to round up into his chest, his feet lifting off as his belly wobbled beneath him. Ohhh this really wasn't good...
He didn't need to breathe, but he was starting to pant anyway, starting to feel his hands losing their grip as his belly pushed out on them. He felt like a tick-immobile and engorged with blood, fattened to the point of bursting if so much as the smallest squeeze pushed on him. And he was still forced to chug, stomach creaking now with every gulp he took. No no no! The situation was starting to get to him, eyes snapping open for the tears coming up. He didn't want to pop! Please, no!
Gulp, gulp, ulk, gulp....gulp......
The only thing keeping him on was his sheer weight and the grip his fangs had on her artery. If he dared try to fly, he was sure his arms would have snapped under how heavy he’d gotten. He looked and felt as big as a hippo, and every gulp he forced down added inches to the tight sphere of his stomach. His leathery arms gingerly wrapped around his belly, trembling when he felt just how little give there was. Creaking, tightening, pushing out against his hands, shutting his teary eyes to breathe heavily through his nose. Oh god, oh devil, whoever he was supposed to fall under-please don’t let him explode like this! He didn’t want to spend his immortality as a head!!
Just when he felt like he was about to blow, she ceased her run, his stomach getting a chance to settle now that it wasn't constantly jostled. The giant had stopped to catch her breath, a little paler now beneath the flushed cheeks, "Phew...I feel kinda dizzy all of a sudden..." She started to reach up, "And my shoulder is so stiff!"
He whimpered and whined as loud as he could in his current position, and she stopped, looking around, "Is someone there??" Her huge eye finally wandered over, gasping, "Oh!! Did I get another one??" Her hand came close again and Vlad shut his eyes, trembling. So this was how he died again...blown up by a cyclops, or smashed between her fingers, or...or...
Or gently pried off? His jaw hung loose, both from shock and from finally getting a chance to relax again as she held him in both hands, "You poor thing...lucky I caught you! I would've had an awful mess on my hands if I hadn't gotten you in time!" Her thumbs pressed as gently as possible on his bloated belly and he made another whine when it sloshed, blood coming up his throat. "Oh!! Sorry, sorry! You're pretty full, sorry..."
Vlad hiccuped, finding it difficult to talk in the moment. Spitting up some of the blood had helped equalize the pressure, but he still felt tight as a drum. Like all it would take was a gentle squeeze to pop him like the tick he was.
“Are you alright lil guy?” She brought him in closer to her big eye, clearly trying to be careful with her hooved hands, “I’ve never seen one of you guys get this stuffed without blowing up…”
Vlad belched, nodding his head, “I think I’m still alive…?”
She blinked, then gave a laugh, stroking his head between the ears, “Oh of course you are, silly!” Her giggle ended with a snort, holding him up with a smile, “You know, you guys are pretty cute when you’re this tubby-how’d you like to hang around with me, huh??”
Seeing as he had no other options and really didn’t want to get popped, Vlad nodded his head. He supposed this wasn’t the worst way to end up after getting so stuffed, and at least she seemed nice enough. With a nod of his head, she gave a bright grin and turned on her heel to start stomping back to her cave.
Vlad only really started sweating when he remembered all the broken, sharp bones littered around her home.
"C'mon, just go for it already!"
Vlad was having second thoughts as he gazed into the mouth of the cave, taking two steps back into the bushes with his cohorts, "I don't know...I mean, you guys can survive about anything, but getting crushed by a giant hand doesn't sound like-"
"Pffft, you're not gonna get crushed!" A hand claps him on the back, "Listen, you're a newbie, so we'll cut you some slack here-but you wanted to be a vampire, right?"
"Yeah...?"
"And you didn't want to kill anybody or anything, riiiight?"
"...Yeah..."
"So this is the perfect solution!" Damien slung an arm around him, waving ahead, "Think of it like...like a right of passage! Not like a giant is gonna need a few extra liters of blood, right? They've got plenty to spare!"
"Exactly-" Kruchev took up his other side, "-and their skin is so thick, they won't even feel it. You just gotta get in, get your fill, and go home! Easy as that!"
"I guess...? If you guys have done it..." He inched his way out of the bushes, "If anything happens, you'll get me out though, right?"
"Absolutely!" "One hundred percent, pal!" Damien gave him a smack on the ass, "Now get over there!"
With a yelp, the fledgling vampire made his way to the cavern entrance, rubbing his behind and giving the occasional glances back to his cohorts, who responded with toothy grins and big thumbs up. He sighed, glancing back to the cave. They were right, he *had* wanted this. At least he had before he found out about a vampire's bloodlust. Their willingness to suck till nothing was left...just a husk...He shivered.
He had always admired vampires. The romance, the darkness, the sense of power that came from it. But the thought of killing things did make him a bit squeamish. There were plenty of bats out there who subsisted on drinking off of much larger prey. As long as he got out of this alive, maybe he wouldn't feel so hungry all the time.
First things first though-getting the blood at all. He walked one step at a time, feet stumbling over remains of other creatures, bones clattering across the stone. He swallowed, going in further, his eyes slowly adjusting to the dark environment as soft, but deep breathing began to rumble around him. And there it was. The giant probably would've stood at around twenty-no, maybe thirty feet tall when it's up. Its body was covered in a short at the thigh cover-up, seemingly made from the hides of a dozen other animals in a tacky mis-matched pattern. The scent of blood and sweat lingered in the air, yet it was curiously met with the slightest hint of...lavender?
His brows rose. Was there a bush growing nearby? He shakes his head. No! Focus on the task at hand...good thing it was laying down anyway. Made it all the more easy to scale up its back. And good gracious they weren't kidding about the skin! He barely made a dent with his claw-like nails-how on earth were his teeth supposed to get through this? His boot catches a softer fold along the neck and he pulls himself up with a sigh, giving a thumbs up towards the cave entrance. If he perks his ears up, he can just hear a few hollars of encouragement from outside.
Taking a look back at the neck, he swallows. Now how to tackle this...Suppose the best option is to just...nick a vein and get in there? A slow pulse throbs under his hands, feeling around till he finds the best vein to strike. The smell of lavender is stronger around the neck, he finds, as a strong sense of hunger rumbles through him. His tongue darts out to lick his lips, pressing till he finds a spot with the most give, and sinking his fangs down.
The first sip is exquisite. The blood is much thicker then the average animal, and the meaty taste of every beast this one has captured and eaten sing throughout it. It's the difference between eating a dollar hamburger and following it up with a thousand dollar steak-a difference that makes you wonder how you ever didn't eat like this. Eyes shut, a content purr escapes him as he gets comfortable, taking deep drinks of the thick blood. Every gulp just makes him want to down more and more, the hunger pangs vanishing into a cozy fullness.
Vlad's eyes start to open only when he hears a deep groan come from nearby, and it took him a minute to remember where he was. The giant has begun to shift, murmuring something in its sleep, before gravity shifts as it sits up with a long stretch of its arms. Vlad makes a muffled squeak, pressed into the neck by one arm, bracing himself before he risks getting crushed. And then, a deep but rather cute yawn echoed through the cavern.
He blinks, glancing over once he can get his balance again, and an immediate detail sends the newly acquired blood straight to his groin. Breasts the size of deluxe carriages bloom out from the giant's chest, accented by a pair of equally cute, plush lips on her face. She rubs a palm over it, messy hair shifting to the side to reveal a single, enormous, pale blue eye and a pink piggy nose, a pair of floppy ears showing between the waterfall of wild hair. She gives another yawn, showing massive tusks in the process, stretching in a way that makes her chest heave, and grabs a nearby rib cage to brush through her hair.
Vlad is just thanking his lucky stars she hadn't noticed him yet, half asleep as she was. He was feeling full enough by this point-time to make his exit. He starts to move back, but his fangs don't budge. He raises a brow, giving another tug, then a slightly panicked pull, eyes slowly beginning to widen as the situation sinks in on him. Her stretching earlier must've jammed his fangs in! He was stuck!!!
He keeps trying to tug away, while the giant in the meantime seems totally oblivious to him, getting to her knees now to crawl out of the cave and stand to her full, impressive height. Vlad struggles to get his footing for a moment, nails digging into the shoulder before he gets some balance back, letting out a sigh of relief. "Ahhh, what a great morning!" Says a deep but distinctly feminine voice, as the giant rolls her shoulders, "Perfect for a morning jog!"
A jog? Vlad doesn't have much time to think before she gets a running start through the forest, towering above the trees. He digs his heels in and braces himself as branches zip by, threatening to shove him off. If this was a jog, he'd hate to see this gal in a marathon. He could feel her breathing quickened as she exercised, pulse thrumming in her neck. Without warning, a gush of blood flooded him, forced to gulp it down before he risked drowning in it. He didn't even know if vampires could drown in their own meals, but he didn't want to be the first to find out.
Gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp-
His shirt coat had grown tight with the latest gulp, but he didn't try to free his stomach. After all, if his body fell off but his head stuck behind...gulp. The more she jogged however, the quicker her pulse became. What had begun as a small bump on his midsection began to gradually swell the more blood he gulped down, straining at his jacket and forcing him to widen his stance to maintain balance. His pale stomach was starting to turn pink, buttons pulling apart one by one, till the fabric snapped them away, no longer able to bear it. One by one, relief filled him as each button fell away to clatter to the forest floor, but only for a moment.
As she picked up speed, his belly grumbled, forced to take on more and more as the pulses drew closer together. He was constantly chugging now, and his stomach started to swell faster, the pink tinge growing red the longer he drank. He carefully moved a hand to feel his stomach, how it churned under his touch, sloshing like an overfilled water balloon. Then quickly dug his hand into her neck as another surge forced his belly to expand, now pressed skin-to-skin. He didn't know how the weight hadn't alerted her by now. How much blood did she even have in her?
Apparently enough for the jog to become a full-on sprint, heart thumping wildly. He made a small whimper as even more began to pump down his throat like a firehose. His hands and feet were losing ground, pushed back by his growing belly, constantly shifting to maintain his hold. His eyes squeezed shut as he groaned between gulps, starting to feel the strain his stomach was under. Running out of room, his body was beginning to round up into his chest, his feet lifting off as his belly wobbled beneath him. Ohhh this really wasn't good...
He didn't need to breathe, but he was starting to pant anyway, starting to feel his hands losing their grip as his belly pushed out on them. He felt like a tick-immobile and engorged with blood, fattened to the point of bursting if so much as the smallest squeeze pushed on him. And he was still forced to chug, stomach creaking now with every gulp he took. No no no! The situation was starting to get to him, eyes snapping open for the tears coming up. He didn't want to pop! Please, no!
Gulp, gulp, ulk, gulp....gulp......
The only thing keeping him on was his sheer weight and the grip his fangs had on her artery. If he dared try to fly, he was sure his arms would have snapped under how heavy he’d gotten. He looked and felt as big as a hippo, and every gulp he forced down added inches to the tight sphere of his stomach. His leathery arms gingerly wrapped around his belly, trembling when he felt just how little give there was. Creaking, tightening, pushing out against his hands, shutting his teary eyes to breathe heavily through his nose. Oh god, oh devil, whoever he was supposed to fall under-please don’t let him explode like this! He didn’t want to spend his immortality as a head!!
Just when he felt like he was about to blow, she ceased her run, his stomach getting a chance to settle now that it wasn't constantly jostled. The giant had stopped to catch her breath, a little paler now beneath the flushed cheeks, "Phew...I feel kinda dizzy all of a sudden..." She started to reach up, "And my shoulder is so stiff!"
He whimpered and whined as loud as he could in his current position, and she stopped, looking around, "Is someone there??" Her huge eye finally wandered over, gasping, "Oh!! Did I get another one??" Her hand came close again and Vlad shut his eyes, trembling. So this was how he died again...blown up by a cyclops, or smashed between her fingers, or...or...
Or gently pried off? His jaw hung loose, both from shock and from finally getting a chance to relax again as she held him in both hands, "You poor thing...lucky I caught you! I would've had an awful mess on my hands if I hadn't gotten you in time!" Her thumbs pressed as gently as possible on his bloated belly and he made another whine when it sloshed, blood coming up his throat. "Oh!! Sorry, sorry! You're pretty full, sorry..."
Vlad hiccuped, finding it difficult to talk in the moment. Spitting up some of the blood had helped equalize the pressure, but he still felt tight as a drum. Like all it would take was a gentle squeeze to pop him like the tick he was.
“Are you alright lil guy?” She brought him in closer to her big eye, clearly trying to be careful with her hooved hands, “I’ve never seen one of you guys get this stuffed without blowing up…”
Vlad belched, nodding his head, “I think I’m still alive…?”
She blinked, then gave a laugh, stroking his head between the ears, “Oh of course you are, silly!” Her giggle ended with a snort, holding him up with a smile, “You know, you guys are pretty cute when you’re this tubby-how’d you like to hang around with me, huh??”
Seeing as he had no other options and really didn’t want to get popped, Vlad nodded his head. He supposed this wasn’t the worst way to end up after getting so stuffed, and at least she seemed nice enough. With a nod of his head, she gave a bright grin and turned on her heel to start stomping back to her cave.
Vlad only really started sweating when he remembered all the broken, sharp bones littered around her home.
Category Story / All
Species Bat
Gender Multiple characters
Size 120 x 76px
OK this is pretty cute and hot lol Vampire inflation isn't nearly as easy to come by as you think LOL thank you for providing!
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