The next evening, the portly vampire arose from the (rather large) coffin Lura had thoughtfully provided for her in the tower's basement.Once the vampire had seemed to float up from her resting place, but now...
"Unng, oof!" Mariska grunted as she clambered out of her coffin, her gut squishing into rolls and her rear quivering. How long before Lura could help her, and how large would she grow?
Mariska strode up the tower's stairs, trying to ignore her thighs brushing together. She was trying to figure out a diplomatic, yet forceful way to get Lura to speed up whatever she was doing, when it hit her. Something she hadn't thought of in centuries. Food.
The smell of a hundred dishes, each more wondrous that the last, assaulted her. What was going on? Vampires don't eat food... Her cloudy certainty didn't stop her from chasing the delightful odor up the stairs.
Waiting at the top of the stairs was a huge dining table, groaning under the weight of the food piled atop it. Her hunger intensified to dizzying levels This is just like with the cows! Was the last thought she had before everything faded to black.
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When Mariska regained her senses, she was sprawled atop the huge table, now covered in empty plates. Her stomach was again massively bloated, towering over her packed with solids, not liquid. The vampire moaned, and belched explosively. The foreign sensation of being stuffed full of food overwhelmed her undead senses; she squirmed back and forth but felt helpless to move or even summon a servant spell. A shadow passed over her, and Mariska's eyes flickered open.
Lura stood over her, the grinning wizardess reaching out to smooth back the fattened vampire's hair. "I knew the experiment would work!"
"W-Wha...*belch*" was all Mariska could manage.
"The compulsion is too strong for me to just cancel, so I tried to change the focus." Her hands traced over the vast arc of Mariska's belly. "And I was able to change in from cow blood to cow meat during the day, and from cow meat to food in general - that last part took all night!"
Mariska's eyes flickered over to the window Lura was standing in front of. She could see dawn approaching. I was eating... all night?! Mariska groaned wordlessly, which only seemed to widen Lura's smile.
"Weeell, now that I know how do affect the compulsion, I can work on lessening the effects. And now that you're eating my delicious food..." Mariska felt a tremble pass through her. "I can keep you here to experiment on instead of having you roam the land, looking for livestock." Mariska felt there was a slight gap in the wizardess's logic, but was too bloated and woozy to voice a protest. With a gesture, Lura levitated the bloated vampire and guided her downstairs into the coffin.
"Don't worry dear, this will all be over before much longer!" The coffin's lid closed, barely able to fit over her obese stomach.
Mariska moaned again, her hands tracing across the bloated ball of her gut as the sun's rising slowly made her drift off to sleep. This was no cure! How much larger would she get, stuffed full of fattening foods instead of blood?
Lura giggled widely, her cheeks flushed. The spells had been hard work, but the reward had been watching a gorgeous elven babe stuff herself to a level only something with an undead creature's dulled pain receptors could manage. Oh yes, she would 'cure' Mariska. She'd solve all of her problems, all right...
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