Brides of the Vampire

Series: RWBY

Characters: Vampire!Reader, Winter, Neo, Blake

Contains: First person POV, female weight gain

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The sun finally dipped beneath the mountains overlooking the Gothic-style mansion that had always been my home. In time, I naturally awoke and opened the lid of the coffin that was my bed.

Yes, I am a vampire. I am very aware.

I lived in an ancient-looking castle, slept in a coffin, and could be killed by sunlight. My “days” started after sunset, but it took me hundreds of years to get used to that.

I exited my coffin and floated across the floor. Walking was droll, and I had long since designated it as beneath my status. I might currently be a vampire, but I was born a noble. It was only a freak encounter that saw me stricken with my curse.

I entered the hallway and made my usual route past the photos of my dead relatives. Once upon a time, I was confined within a dark room. My days were mindless and boring, alleviated only by the occasional presence of a plump maid. Eventually, I learned to control my strength and freed myself. Both physically and of my treacherous family members. Thus, the castle became my own, and I'll admit I was a little rambunctious for the next hundred years. Who could blame me? I was young and granted horrible power. I have since mellowed out.

Oh, but the centuries grew lonely. Only the occasional visitor was brave or stupid enough to stroll into my domain. Most died, and a few became thralls, but three had become something much more precious to me.

Despite my heart not beating for quite a while, I still felt thrilled fill my chest as I neared their door. I gently opened the passageway and peered inside. If the room were devoid of unlife, one would notice three enormous coffins. Each was custom-made, decadently ornate, and large enough to fit four people or perhaps a cow inside. Instead of lying flat on the floor, they were elevated at an angle. I had found the occupant struggled too much to exit them otherwise.

Speaking of the occupants, they were exquisite beauties that had filled my past few years with joy. All three were already risen and out of their coffins. They seemed to be arguing, but I couldn't decipher the cacophony.

These three I had made into my vampire brides. Blake Belladonna, a striking cat faunus who had nearly run a stake through my heart. In the process, she captured it with her elegant beauty. Neo, a rather spunky intruder who intended to steal something from me. Indeed, she had stolen my heart. The final, Winter Schnee, had been drawn by the rumors of a nearby village. I had admittedly haunted and occasionally pillaged the area in the past. So, she had come to slay me valiantly. Didn't work out too well for her.

It was rather humorous that these three had arrived at my castle for different purposes at the same time. It didn't matter much to me as I came out of it with three vampire brides, who looked quite stunning in their matching black dresses. Yes, I spoiled them without end. Such spoiling caused them to become incredibly obese. They were like the plump maids of my youth, only so much more. Each was massive, meaty, round, and wonderfully soft.

That happened to be just what they were arguing about. They weren't upset that they were obese. No, they were all adamant that they were the fattest of the trio. Somewhere along the way, they decided that the fattest bride would be superior in status and favoritism.

In reality, they all weighed roughly the same. The distribution of their weight was different, though.

Blake was the most bottom-heavy. Her hips were so broad that even my entire arm span would fail to reach from one of her hips to the other. Such massive hips supported the growth of a plush backside with cheeks large enough to act like beanbag chairs. Their texture was supple enough that they sagged somewhat, but they maintained an almost unnatural perk. I wondered if it was similar to how I made my body levitate. Perhaps some of the support was thanks to the fabric of her dress? Either way, it was pleasant to look at.

Her thighs were three times as thick as my waist, so thick that my arms couldn’t wrap around them. The outer layer of fat was soft enough for my hand to sink in, and fat would envelop past my wrist before there was any resistance. Still, these legs managed to carry the obese vampire wherever she went…which admittedly was a short list. Blake had become quite lazy as a vampire. She mostly lazed about and ate near-constantly.

Such gluttony caused her belly to swell and fill out into a meaty double belly. As she stood, the lower roll sagged to above her knees. It was a slab of flab that wobbled with her every movement. Above it was a neatly rounded and nearly spherical lump. The fabric of her dress hugged it so tightly yet still managed to curve and stretch for her lower belly. It was like a work of art, a marvelous sculpture whose crafting method was lost to time. I hardly noticed, but I started to float into the room.

Blake’s upper arms stretched her sleeves taut. I could clearly see the details and curves until her elbow. From there, the fabric was looser until her hands, with finely manicured black nails, emerged. The debate was fierce today because Blake swung her hands around to accentuate her points. That motion carried to her breasts. They weren’t the largest of the group, but they were still bigger than my head. A fair portion of cleavage was exposed thanks to the low cut of the dress. However, my gaze was drawn to her face. She had an extra chin, a thick neck (with two small dots from my fangs), and round cheeks. I leaned in and gave one a kiss.

Silence fell over the room. Neo, who had been snacking as much as she was silently arguing, and Winter froze. Suddenly, the older woman gasped and pointed an accusing finger at Blake.

“No, I will not accept this defeat!” She exclaimed.

Winter stomped over and seized my arm before she pulled me closer. I loved how she still maintained a bold and assertive disposition. She was sure to stuff my arm between her breasts, too. Winter was more top-heavy in build and boasted the largest breasts of the trio. Each soft mound was nearly the size of a beach ball. They were stuffed within her black dress and stretched the fabric wonderfully. The curves from the side to beneath her breasts were perfectly detailed. The addition of a pale valley of cleavage was pleasing to the eyes as well.

Winter’s face maintained a serious, noble aura, but her cheeks were soft, and she had garnered an extra chin. I found it quite charming, especially when she became flustered. Even now, I couldn’t help but reach out and gently pinch one cheek. A bright blush immediately consumed Winter’s pale visage.

Her shoulders were thick yet squishy, almost like she had a natural pair of shoulder pads beneath her skin. I allowed my hand to trail there. My grip slightly tensed so I could feel the fat bunch between my fingers. Then, they continued to Winter’s upper arms. She had massive, pillowy bingo wings. So large that they could drape over my chest and completely obscure its width. These arms were a wonder to be embraced by. Winter secretly loved it when I fondled them. They were often the subject of idle toying. The fat remained consistent until her elbow. The stretch between her elbow and her wrists was markedly thinner. Despite that, they were large enough that my hand couldn’t fully wrap around their circumference.

Winter’s belly, which was currently squished against my side, was perfectly round. It reached out as far as her chest did. This helped to support the weight of her breasts without being stuck in their shadow. If that makes it seem small, though, then it is entirely incorrect. Winter’s belly still protruded as far as her arms could stretch out before her. Some started to curve downward, but not in the same flabby fashion as Blake or Neo’s. I felt a chuckle rise in my throat as I moved my hand to Winter’s belly. I rubbed it in a wide arch before stopping over her belly button. It was easy to spot as the dark fabric was pulled across a deep indent. Whereas the fabric clung to curves like glue elsewhere, this area was noticeably different.

Winter still boasted wide hips that dwarfed my own; not a difficult task, honestly. They were pleasantly padded, and her rump was bubbly and smooth. They just didn’t hold a candle to Blake’s. Still, I saw no reason to dislike them. They were plump, heavy, and soft. What was there to dislike?

Her thighs were thick enough to squish together but slightly narrower than her hips. If I tried, I could probably wrap both my arms around the two meaty legs. They thinned toward the knees, and her calves lacked as much jiggle as Blake’s. This allowed for a little more agility but was promptly negated due to Winter’s top-heavy stature. One shouldn’t lunge with confidence when the view of their feet was entirely blocked. Yet Winter seemed ready to do that.

I was about to speak. I wanted to calm the girls down and avoid a physical spat, but I felt something tug at my sleeve. I looked down at Neo, who stood a few heads shorter than all of us. Her hand firmly gripped mine and drew it to her belly. A slight application of pressure caused my fingers to be enveloped in fat while more blubber coaxed itself into my palm. It was pretty obvious that she wanted my attention and believed her belly was worthy of it.

Frankly, she was correct. Neo won when it came to bellies. Hers was so massive that it nearly touched the floor, which said something despite her short stature. The great mass of flab rolled forward like an apron. The fabric of Neo’s dress hugged the curves excellently, so I could see how it wrapped and tucked around one roll before it swathed itself over the second roll. I eagerly squeezed Neo’s belly, which caused a wide grin to spread across her face.

Her belly might have been her greatest asset, but her short stature also helped her boast the second widest pair of hips and an equally plump backside. If Neo didn’t insist on having her belly rubbed, then she would usually sit on my lap. Either way, I couldn’t complain.

Neo’s thighs were broad and meaty, a standard amongst my brides, but they had a compact shape to them. They were rounded, almost perfectly, and a simple squeeze revealed their density. Neo wasn't to be underestimated when things did come to a scuffle, as she could easily sweep someone’s legs out from under them.

Each of her breasts was the size of her head, and her arms were noticeably more slim than the other girls’. That gave them greater mobility, though. Neo used that to her advantage, mainly to rub her belly or stuff her face. She lacked reason to complain, and so did I.

“Everyone is so rowdy this morning.” I chuckled as I rubbed under Neo’s second chin and then caressed one plump cheek. She cooed silently at the treatment. As I did it, I could hear the other two come closer. Of course, I turned to them and gave them attention, too. Winter and Blake blushed as my hands reached over their bellies and chests to caress their cheeks.

“I do have to wonder, why are you all so worried about who’s the fattest? I find all of you very adorable.” I wondered as the girls all shared glances with each other. Winter was the first to speak.

“We need a form of hierarchy. There are already a fair amount of responsibilities in the castle, so having a leader amongst us can help distribute tasks.” Winter explained this very matter-of-factly. I found it endearing. I would have been fine with my vampire brides merely lazing around and getting fatter.

Blake stepped forward, using her ass to bash Winter to the side. “Especially because we wanted to ask if you would expand your influence.” Passion stirred in Blake’s usually dark eyes. She reached out and grasped my hand, pulling it to her breasts. “Everything at this castle is so peaceful. No one is left needing or wanting. Couldn’t we try and take over the nearby village?”

My eyes shot wide open. ‘Does this woman not know what a vampire hunter is?!’ I quickly regained your usual calm demeanor. “Well, it’s safer for us to remain hidden. The luxuries I provide have been slowly gathered over nearly a century. To take an entire village…would draw unwanted attention.”

Neo leaned against my side and squeezed my left arm. Her belly squished against my side and enveloped a great deal of it. Everything from my ribs down was enveloped in her softness. The fat was so soft that I couldn’t help but lean into it. She didn’t say anything, but her gaze was full of confidence…and something malicious. I think she just wanted to attack a village. What an adorable little psychopathic dough ball.

A sudden weight pressed against my back. I immediately knew that Winter pressed her breasts against the back of my head. “We believe in you. With your power, no one could stand in your way.” Her soft arms snaked around me and squeezed tightly. This caused her breasts to squish against the back of my head, some fat rolling around me. “Plus, we can help you. We might have gotten big and fat, but we are still quite capable~” Her words dripped with seductive intent. I felt like she was a little more excited for something other than conquering a village.

I was at an impasse. Remain secluded for my safety and the safety of my vampire brides (along with the various thralls that I have wondering about), or engage in the timeless classic of pillaging a village. Perhaps the decision could wait as the trio around me began to squeeze me more firmly, pressing their various flabby assets against my body. Yes, that could all wait…

For now, I would enjoy their company.

THE END