Marceline: Vampire’s Real Cravings

“Finally, the whole house to myself. *sigh*” Marceline kicked off her boots and put her feet up on the couch. “I’m glad I can do my yearly feeding while those twerps are out of town.”

Once a year, Marceline craved human food again. It’s true that red color was what kept her trim figure and immortality in tact, but the real reason she avoided human food was because its affect on her. For one, her vampire matabolism skipped digestion and turned human food straight into body fat. And two, being fat so suddenly really turned her on. “Let’s see, starting at 115 lbs this year.”

“What do I have stowed away for tonight’s feast. Hmmmm... 3 large pizzas, 13 PB&Js, 2 lbs of French fries, one gallon of cake batter, 6 spray cans of cool whip, 30 strips of bacon pancakes, and 4 liters of red cream soda... Mwahahaha!”

Marceline floated to her couch with a wheel barrel of food and turned on some music and lit some candles for ambiance. “Oh boy, I can’t wait to stick this to my ribs.” Starting with the pizza, Marceline gobbled up 8 slices to empty the first box. “Looky here!” Marceline watched her flat stomach start to get slightly softer in appearance, but nothing major yet.

Marceline floated upside down and watched herself in the mirror while she ate the remaining two boxes of pizza. Her tummy was way more visibly softer now. Little love handles were forming over her skinny jeans.

“These PB&Js have a whole jar of jelly and peanut putter on every sandwich.” Eating about one sandwhich a minute, Marceline stood on a scale while she ate these. “2.5 lbs per sandwhich!? New record!” 165 lbs.

Marceline’s skinny jeans wer tearing at the seams and there was a major muffin top going on. “It kind of hurts, but I’m gonna have eat my way out of these pants.” The thought of bursting out of her jeans was a double turn on. “Ugh my pants are just too tight to get even one finger in and my pussy is starting to get hungry too”.

The French fries tasted great dipped in the cake batter and Marceline could hear threads tearing in her pants. She stared at the remaining 1/2 gallon of cake shake. “I’m gonna mix you up with some of Jake’s Ripped Puppy weight gain shake and see what happens.” The cake batter and weight gain shake together were thick and gooey, but Marceline could feel the batter going straight to her boobs which seemed to have stayed sort of flat until that moment. B cup, C cup, D cup, and... “Boom! F cup boobies. Oh Marcy, you’re a succulent succubus! Still can’t get a hand in my pants though. *unnnnnn* I’m so freaking fat and horny!”

Marceline had enjoyed the feeling of her expanding breasts so much that she forgot about her stomach. *pop!* A button popped off her jeans and *rrrrriiippp* the in-seams both tore out revealing a pair of flabby thighs and a tummy on top. “Oh boy. *huff, huff* it’s getting hard to float with all this extra flab.” Landing on the scale again it read 205. “10 more lbs and I’ll finally hit 100 lbs in one night.” Marceline gave her new fupa a little slap and turned back to her feast.

All that was left was the cream soda, whipped cream, and bacon pancakes. “I can do this. But I’ll need some assistance.” By assistance, she meant her magic dildo. “Alrighty magic dildo, get into mommy’s magic box.” The dildo came right out the and indeed inserted itself easily in Marceline’s wet cunt. *uuunnn* “That’s the stuff.”

Bent over the couch, the magic dildo did it’s thing while Marceline put whipped cream on bacon pancakes and swigged soda between every bite. “*Ohhhhh* Fill my pussy while I fill my fat gut! I swear, the vampire that bit me must have been half cow!”

Marceline stood up and rubbed her growing stomach. She couldn’t wait to see the damage she’d done this year. Her fat, inner thighs were chaffed from where the dildo was still doing it’s thing. *haaaaaa* Her spilling gut and heaving breasts we’re definitely a new record. Her bra had burst off halfway through the bacon pancakes without her noticing and she had massive wedgie since each of her ass-checks were bigger than the plate she was eating off of.

“Let’s see what this fat pig got up to this year.” Stepping in the scale she was delighted to see 250 lbs staring back at her. “Yes, what a freakin pig.”

Just then the phone rang. “*mooooaaannn* uh, hello?”

Hey Marceline, it’s Bubblegum, can we talk? In person?

“Well uh, tomorrow?”

*Ding dong!* “Too late hehe!”