Untitled Vampire Feedism (work in Progress)

Chapter 1

Astrid knew she had to eat, but the thought of mere sustenance now bored her. Astrid needed to enjoy her meals; feeding on just anyone no longer satisfied her cravings.During her second September as a vampire, however, Astrid made an exciting new discovery: she learned that she could feel the way her victims felt when she drank from them. Lately, this meant hunting on drunks and those who were otherwise intoxicated.

On this night, Astrid was in a good mood. Her nose brought her to an intimate restaurant, and she stroked a fang with her tongue in anticipaton of her next meal.

Astrid slank down into a velvety couch and lifted a glass of wine from a servers tray. Somebody here was calling out to her, and Astrid was eager to find out who as she scanned the room sipping her wine.

One woman caught Astrid's eye: a beauty with curls who paid far more attention to her dinner than to her date. Astrid admired as the woman buttered one roll while finishing another. She was on pace to finish the whole bread basket herself. Astrid gleefully suspected this woman would have no issue finishing her large entree as well.

Unsure of how long she had observed, Astrid's hunter's instinct decided to it was time to approach. It was all to easy to reach out to the mind of her prey's underattended date. With a quick psychic suggestion, the date excused themselves from the table. Astrid's target seemed none too bothered by the development. Perhaps she would have had she been alone long enough to think her meal might be ending soon.

“I couldn't help but notice this seat was free. Mind if I join you?” Astrid sat down before waiting for the answer. She looked the woman opposite her square in her eyes.

This woman was having the time of her life enjoying such rich and delicious food and drink. Astrid's arrival seemed to somehow promise even more of what she had already been enjoying, and she knew she wanted more. She always wanted more, though, didn't she?

“Nothing would make me happier. I'm Cecilia,” the woman smiled.

“It's my pleasure, Cecilia. Call me Astrid. May I pour you more wine?”

“I'd love that.” It was as though she had read Cecilia's mind. Astrid gave Cecilia a healthy pour and handed her the glass.

Cecilia was not obviously fat, but Astrid could tell from her dress that neither was she thin. To Astrid's assessment, she suspected Cecilia's body sported a layer of softness all over and perhaps a few folds on her sides when she sat or bent over. Cecilia certainly had an ample bosom, attractive hips, but a surprisingly angular jaw. Although there was perhaps a bit of softness underneath that too which was beginning to grow.

While Astrid kept Cecilia better attention than the woman's date had earlier, she rapturously studied the woman as she ate several side dishes and two large desserts afterwards. By the end of the feast, Astrid could see Cecilia's stomach swelling beneath her dress.

Despite Astrid's assurances that she should continue eating, eventually Cecilia leaned back in painful bliss with her hands rubbing her taut stomach. “I think I actually can't eat another bite.”

“But it was worth it?”

“Absolutely!” Cecilia beamed. “It's the best thing I've ever eaten in my life! I'm surprised you didn't eat more.”

“Oh, I'll have plenty to eat later,” Astrid grinned.