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Time skip: over 120 years
Nadja was snuggling with Laszlo on their extra reinforced couch inside their shared Staten Island home. Her petite arms were wrapped around his gigantic belly as best as they could as she rested her head on his soft, billowing chest. The couple were simply resting on the couch in the large living room this evening, enjoying the modern luxury of internet streamed television as Nadja gazed upon her extremely large husband to admire his handsome appearance. After being married for over 120 years, so much in their lives had changed and most of it for the better. They lived in a comfortable home with modern amenities, had a surplus of humans to get an easy meal from, and most evidently, Lazlo’s overall stature and appearance.
Since she had saved his life and transformed him all those years ago, Lazlo immediately became accustomed to the vampire lifestyle, especially the gluttonous element. After a century of gobbling up blood like a vacuum cleaner, Lazlo was now bigger than ever. He was now over 600 pounds of blubber resting upon his short frame, making him look like a giant, bloated butterball.
Laszlo was possibly the fattest and laziest vampire to ever exist, and he was quite proud of it. He flaunted his weight every chance he could, as it was only a dream for a man to be this big when he was alive, and with no health issues stemming from his weight, how much better could this situation be? With Guillermo around to do the chores, he barely had to lift a finger anymore and had become accustomed to doing hardly anything but idling around their home, drinking blood to his heart’s content. Nadja was so proud of not only being his wife, but also being the one who made him so incredibly large. Afterall, a man his size required plenty of rich blood to keep him so large and she was happy to make sure he had all he could ever drink.
The fat British vampire’s life was now so stressless and perfect, not having to work a day since the 1920s due to his wise investment deals and several bank trusts. The couple was rich enough to best even the highest A list celebrity and had made their dreams of coming to America true. Now that they had everything they could ever need or want, Lazlo spent his days lounging around, occasionally traveling for fun, and indulging in the best pleasures this afterlife could offer: delicious, sweet blood and all the sex he could desire. When he was transformed by her all those years ago, he didn't know iit, but this was the “life” he had always wanted. Nothing but pleasure bestowed to him by his beautiful wife who was always there to spoil him, pamper him, and take care of his every need.
Sure, there were a few drawbacks to his current lifestyle of hedonism. Just like any man over a quarter ton, he had mobility issues and could hardly walk more than a few yards without feeling like keeling over. He had a pronounced waddle with every step he took and needed several rests just to even make it around the large manor. He used a multitude of ornate but functional canes to get around and balance himself, but would also use modern mobility aids like scooters in order to go for longer distances around the city and abroad. He often got odd looks from passersbys, but he loved the attention and the jealous glares from other men who wished they could be with his gorgeous wife. These mobility issues also left him unable to hunt like a traditional vampire, but Nadja was happy to make up the difference and keep his belly constantly full and well fed.
Another set back for Lazlo was not being able to eat many foods he used to love when he was alive, as vampires were unable to digest a majority of human food. Obviously things like pasta and garlic bread were completely out of the question, but Nadja had done some experimenting over the decades and discovered a way to keep her fat husband happy with some vampire-friendly cakes, cookies, and breads that had been infused with blood. These treats were the catalyst behind his ballooning waist, having accounted for a majority of his weight gain since the transformation.
He was currently munching on a few dozen dark chocolate and cherry blood cakes while watching the show, but hardly paying attention to it. He was too busy admiring his wife’s beauty. It was moments like this that he wished Barry was still around to be with them. He had passed away over a century ago, but he loved that dog more than any he ever had.
“I love you so much,” Laszlo said once the show ended, playing with Nadja’s hair as he gave her a little kiss on the forehead. She smiled up at him, feeling just as in love as he was. She was feeling a bit sleepy and was now resting on her husband's soft moobs like it was the most comforting pillow ever.
“I love you too, dear husband,” she said, squishing further into his fat body.
That was when Guillermo, the familiar and boyfriend of Nandor, their fellow vampire friend and roommate entered the den. He was following Laszlo’s footsteps, constantly snacking on something and becoming chubbier by the day like he used to do as a human. Nadja was really proud of him, as it was amazing to live with two handsome big men. Though she had to admit that her man was far cuter.
“Had to go to a local 24/7 grocery store for a snack,” The chubby latino man said, holding a big hot dog in one of his pudgy hands “We ran out of pretty much all regular food in this house. Don't worry! I don’t have one with the garlic sauce!”
Laszlo looked at his fat friend, noticing how the weight was piling on him as of recent. Guillermo had to weigh at least 350 pounds now . He was a bit chubby ever since the first day they met him, but now he seemed to have doubled his weight. Everyone knew that it was a result of his vampire roommate’s “bad” influence.
“Bon appétit Gizmo!” Laszlo said to him with a big smile on his fat face, showing off his not only double, triple chin as he raised a donut in fat unison. He was definitely proud of how this once smallish man has followed in his footsteps. Guillermo couldn't wait until he looked like Lazlo too. Being that huge seemed very interesting to him, and most importantly, he wanted to make his boyfriend happy with his body and loved all the spoilings he gave him.
Nandor seemed to be as much of a “chubby chaser” as Nadja was, being unable to keep his hands off of his fattened lover. He too entered the den a few moments later, immediately going up to Guillermo. “There you are!” He said with his thick accent. “I was worried about you. You know I hate it when you leave during the day and I can’t be there with you.”
“I'm sorry, I didn't want it to take long!” Guillermo said, biting into his hot dog again, frowning at his lover’s worried expression. Nandor came right next to him to hold his hanging belly, gently pinching the soft brown flesh that stuck out below his tight sweater. He wasn’t necessarily a touchy person, but he still liked to feel the softness of his fat lover's body, especially that growing fat belly.
“You could tell me, and we would go together at night, Guillermo,” Nandor said, shooting him a slight fanged grin. “You know how much I care about your appetite being satisfied, but I want you to be safe. I can’t risk anything happening to you.” The tall vampire squished his chubby cheek, as they were his favorite part of Guillermo’s soft body, causing the plump boy to blush.
Nandor was proud of keeping his loved one nice and fat, growing even fatter from his love and good care. Considering he was alive when only the rich and powerful were heavy, it was only right that his love was obese and he himself overweight. As Guillermo grew fat, Nandor had as well, as Nadja had been offering some of the blood treats to him as well. That is before Lazlo got into them, for there would be no left overs by the time he dug into them. He certainly wasn’t as large as either of the other men, but he was still a solid 300 pounds of muscle and fat combined, which made his own belly poke out through his robes.
“I mean, I’m all up for a couple of sandwiches later this evening,” Guillermo said, patting his big (but not nearly as big as Lazlo’s) belly. “We could go to the late night diner down the street once the moon comes out. A little date night, you know?”
Laszlo looked at his friends as they left hand in hand. He was so happy for them. Their relationship, especially how quickly Guillermo was growing and how well fed he always was, reminded him of his first year with Nadja.
He would have never thought that such a little unexpected choice, like listening to his gluttonous instincts and deciding to visit the little mysterious bakery after work, would have changed his life for the better. That small choice created his relationship with a beautiful and maybe a little bit “scary” bakery owner who in the end turned out to be the woman he had always dreamed of. He never expected that he would’ve been alive for over 150 years now as a vampire, but as long as he was with Nadja, that’s all that really mattered.
He also never imagined how truly massive he would have become. He always knew he was going to be overweight for his whole life, but he never thought he would weigh over a quarter ton, let alone surpass it by over 100 pounds. He was actually unaware of his true current weight, as there wasn’t a single scale in this city that could possibly hold his weight with an accurate number; but he was more than fine with his size, since he knew it connected and signified Nadja’s love for him. He literally wore their love together on his sleeve and under his 10XL clothes. He couldn’t be happier to wear this extra weight as a badge of honor.
When he was human, he was a lonely man with no luck in relationships and no possible way to change his boring lifestyle. He gave up all his hopes of experiencing true romantic love and being actually happy. So did his love if she were to be honest. Nadja lost her trust for men decades before meeting Laszlo and never expected that she would fall in love ever again. The pain and emotional abuse she experienced in her first serious relationship left a huge scar on her heart to the point where she saw being a vampire itself as a curse. Now, it was a blessing that let her be with her Laszlo forever. She not only fell in love with a good man, who would never hurt her, even better - she fell in love with a man who perfectly matched all her highest expectations, both inside and out. She was so proud about “creating” the fattest vampire to ever exist with just her love and care for him (and obviously some baking talent too).
After all those years alone, they both couldn't believe how lucky they were to get to find each other.
“I love you, my sweet woman,” Laszlo whispered softly to Nadja after their roommates left the den. “You changed my life for the better, love. You saved me and my life in every sense of the word. I could not be more grateful for you and your love.”
Nadja felt her heart flutter and her body getting all warm and comfy. “I love you too, my Fat Sweet Potato, Laszlo!” she said, reaching to grab his love handles, earning a charmed chuckle from the huge man. “You are all I ever wanted and needed. I still don’t think I deserve someone as perfect as you!”
“I can assure you that you are worthy of only the finest things in life, love,” he said, pulling his much smaller lover into a sweet, passionate kiss. He loved her with every fiber of his being, wrapping his meaty arms around her slim waist. “Shall we take this to the bedroom? I’m dying to ravish you.”
“Lead the way, my big boy,” she said, offering her hand to help him up from the couch. With minimal struggle, Lazlo rose from the sofa, grabbed his cane, and eagerly waddled his way to their bedroom. Nadja took his arm, looking lovingly to her panting obese husband with nothing but love in her eyes. He smiled at her, showing off the fangs she bestowed on him over a century ago. She was a part of him and he was a part of her, until the end of time.
For a moment, both of their dormant hearts began to beat again. They might be undead, but when they were together, they were more alive than ever before.