Chapter 1 - Part 1

“Alright one by one into the truck” a tall broad man said. He was standing with 15 others who were armed, they we all wearing identical ski masks and black coats. They had captured a group 14 girls who were sat on the ground in the middle of them. It was a harsh and cold October. It was bitter and a week away from Halloween. The streets were empty and dark leaving no witnesses to the events currently unfolding. One girl in the captured group was Belle. At 5 foot 6 and 18 years old she was a light 78 pounds and looked very underfed and frail. Her dark brown hair was slightly matted and messy as her face was covered in dirt and was barley washed. The top she was wearing as obviously meant for a very tall or wide man as it was clearly a hand me down or something she had scrounged as she had a dirtied robe around her waist like it as a dress. She looked rough and uncared for, and that was exactly what she was.


Belle had been the product of a toxic relationship between two Drug addicts in a very rundown neighbourhood. Both her parents were assholes to say the least, her mother had bolted when she was only 3 and her father had barely raised her. He saw her as nothing but a burden and a waste that he was stuck with. The only care she knew was from an elderly neighbour who looked after her and raised her fairly right and even gave her a basic education. Her Neighbour had been an old school teacher and had tried his best for her before sadly he passed away a few years ago leaving her all alone now to live on the streets. Belle stayed out of the way of her drug addled and drunken father who resented her and didn’t want to go back to him even if it did mean living on the streets.


She sat there frozen as all the other women around her age were terrified and some were begging for their lives and freedom. Belle was sat in silence; she knew her father wouldn’t miss her or even care she went missing. Belle sat there silently as one by one the girls were loaded in, her life had been hell so far why should now be different; it just seemed to be her lot in life to live in misery and never catch a break. Finally she was the last to be taken onto the truck. The doors slammed closed and were locked before they heard the engine turn and the whole truck began to rumble as they took off for god knows where. She felt numb to it all as she sat in the corner still silent as the others hammered on the door and were trying to think on how to escape. They looked at her like she was mad for not trying as she closed her eyes and just felt tired as she curled up, lay on her side and slept.


It began to feel colder as what felt like a week passed by. Food was put through a small slot for them a few times a day as Belle didn’t complain; it was already more than she was used to. She was used to scrounging from bins and dumpsters. They felt the truck finally stop and knew they had reached their final destination. They heard all the armed men clamber around the truck before the doors were flung open before one by one the girls were marched out of the truck as Belle looked around. They were being marched towards a large ornate old gothic Manor house. It had vast arched windows and large oak double doors with studs, stone bats and gargoyles were dotted around the exterior. Dark green tiles adorned the roof as well as it looked at last a few hundred years old. They were stood in a vast front garden surrounded by tall, dark trees in what appeared to be the middle of a forest. The garden was decorated with gothic stone benches and a large gothic fountain with a bat in the middle of it as three fanged creatures spewed water from their mouths.


The girls were lined up as the men surrounded them.
“Right stay here and keep an eye on them whilst I go inform them we have arrived with the goods” the tall man said before he turned and marched off and entered the old manor via the creaking giant doors. Belle sighed and held her arms to her body to keep a small amount of warmth when suddenly she heard a commotion,
“Halt stop” a man shouted behind her as she turned. One girl had tried to make a break for it as two men ran after her, the others training their guns on them to make sure nobody else tired anything. Belle rolled her eyes, running was useless at this point given they had no idea where they even were. Belle had to admit she was surprised by how calm she was staying but knew panicking wasn’t going to do her no favours now.


Once the girl had been restrained Belle saw the leading man return from the doors, this time followed by a rather plump woman who was wearing a pale blue dress and had greying hair.
“This is the lot” the man sad as the plump woman nodded and looked at the girls and counted them.
“Excellent, 14 is a good number, this should be good for a few weeks. The Countess will be pleased” the woman beamed. The woman however looked at Belle and smirked,
“Well you’ll definitely need feeding up” the woman said before she nodded and the men began to march them inside the house. Looking at the house Belle noticed there were no lights, but then realised it was because thick heavy dark curtains obscured everything that was inside. The inside was equally as dark and macabre as statues of all manner of dark creatures lined the walls, though Belle noticed that there was not a single mirror in sight.


It was musty with a layer of dust over everything as the woman led them to a large set of oak double doors and for the first time light streamed out as the girls were led inside. They were led through a small corridor before they entered through an arch way and saw a large room; it was clean and didn’t have a layer of dust unlike the hallway. There were alcoves in the walls all covered and hidden away by large curtains for the privacy of their occupants, and Belle could tell the alcoves were occupied. She could hear odd sounds from them too. Looking up she could see the ceiling was high, with gothic stone work that made it look like the inside of an old church.
“Mistress the new live stock is here” the woman said as many of the woman looked terrified by the phrase live stock. Belle saw the curtain across from them stir.
“Alright Janet, I’ll be out in shortly” a sultry yet silky smooth and beautiful voice said. It seemed to resonate deep inside Belle for some odd reason.


A curtain to the girls left opened and out stepped the fabled Countess. Everyone, even Belle’s eyes, were open wide at the sight of her. The Countess was a large 600 pound woman who despite her size still waddled with a gracefulness. She was wearing a long sweeping velvet purple and red trimmed robe that swept the floor behind her; the robe complimented her thick jet black silky hair that went down to her waist. Her whole body wobbled and jiggled as she stepped closer to the group. However it wasn’t the woman’s size that caught Bell’s attention, it was her smooth pale chalk white skin with no visible stretchmark signs on her. She was very beautiful too even with her large chubby cheeks and thick set double chin that buried her neck from view. Belle was memorised by her eyes though, her almost ethereal Bright pale yellow eyes. It was clear this woman wasn’t human.


“Well time to give you all a look over” the Countess smiled gently at them. She waddled down the line of Women and gave each an appraising look before nodding or smiling. One by one until at the very end was Belle; she seemed to look at her the longest.
“Hmmmmmm interesting…I sense no fear in you at all, curious” Belle stayed quiet as the Countess looked deep into her eyes.
“Ahhh I see…….you aren’t afraid because no one cares about you or will miss you” the Countess sighed as she stood back up straight. Belle wondered if it was her imagination but it sounded like even the Countess felt sorry for her. She waddled and whispered to the man behind Belle nodded before one of the girls spoke up defiantly.
“Where are we and what do you want with us?” her voice was shaky and frightened. Janet the plump woman looked indignant by the Countess smiled.


“My Dear you are in my home and are to be kept as food for me, as you can see I am not human. You will be joining these lovely things behind the curtains” the Countess said as she clicked her plump fingers and all the curtains opened and the girls minus Belle began to scream in horror. The room was full of woman chained up and not only that, they were enormous and obese blobs that looked over 800 pounds each. Belle however spotted something in the alcove the Countess had waddled from and it was the most horrific thing. Still chained to the wall was a woman’s corpse. The tube lay at the side inactive. Its former occupant had clearly been like those 800 pound women once. Only now it was shrivelled and looked like a large woman had been drained of everything. Her eyes hollow and her loose skin paper like over her bones.


Belle sighed as she put two and two together, the girls were to be fattened as food for the Countess and that corpse was what happened when she fed. If her life was to be a misery then so be it she thought as one by one the girls were led by Janet to be taken for their first treatments but as Belle went to follow the man stopped her.
“I have other plans for you Dear” The Countess smiled as she took Belles hand and pulled her to ward a large arch way to their right hat led elsewhere inside the Manor. Belle saw there was a spiral staircase that led up above the Dining room as she had assumed it as. It was vast and led up to a smaller hall way as finally they came to another large set of double doors, albeit a tad small than the downstairs ones.
“Do come in dear” The Countess beamed as she opened the door and Belle was pulled into a large round room that was part of a tower it looked like. Belle looked around as she saw a large round ornate bed pushed against the back wall with a delicately carved bat for the headboard. Again there was a large arched window with the curtains drawn with a massive fireplace to the left as she entered the room.


Belle watched in silence as the Countess wadded over and dropped herself on her bed, the bed was coved in velvet purple covers and blood red silk sheets. It looked almost straight out if a hammer horror Dracula movie.
“So what do you think of my Bed chamber?” the Countess asked bemused.
“It’s uhh….nice. Like out of a horror movie” Belle said as the Countess laughed,
“Yes it rather is I suppose, I bet you’re wondering why I brought you up here?” the Countess said as Belle nodded.
“You’re not going to kill me?” Belle asked, the Countess nodded,
“No I am not, well at least if you agree to it that is. You could tell I wasn’t human when you first saw me right?” the Countess said and Belle nodded. “Well I am a vampire…..but not a stereotypical one. I am a Fat vampire, and I’m talking about my food source and not how we look, though it’s sort of one and the same thing” the Countess giggled.
“I see, so the girls you took really are going to…” Belle started,
“My you are a smart girl. Yes….. All those girls you were brought with are going to be fattened and made like those downstairs” the countess said calmly.


“So you suck fat? Rather than blood?” Belle asked as the Countess nodded.
“Precisely, it’s the reason we fat vampires are fat ourselves too naturally” The Countess smiled. “That is was why we round up girls that no one would really look for and why you and the others were brought here, but after observing your mind I had a change of heart” the Countess said. Belle looked up at her,
“Why did you separate me?” Belle asked, The Countess smiled but it was a clam and motherly smile.
“One of the advantages of being any type of vampire is we have an uncanny gift to see another’s life in their minds. It’s why I inspect the girls, those who may be missed are wiped of the memories of kidnap and put back, and the others are hypnotised and mindlessly fattened naturally. But seeing your life story I saw you had nothing to lose and anything would be better than the life you had, it piqued my interest, as you and I are similar in many ways” the Countess said calmly.


“How are we similar?” Belle asked nervously. The Countess shifted and made herself more comfortable.
“We both had disappointing parents, both were abandoned by them. I wasn’t always a fat vampire Belle. I was human once, a few centuries ago. I was abandoned by my parents when I was 10 and left to die in the woods of my home country. I was then found by my new mother; she was a fat vampire and turned me once I turned 18 like you are now. She was loving and caring and made me feel like I had a life again. So I am giving you the same offer now Belle, to become my Daughter and become a Fat Vampire” The countess finished. Belle was stunned for a moment before she spoke.
“You….. you want to adopt me? Make me a fat vampire too?” Belle asked. The Countess nodded.
“What have you got to lose, the human world has let you down like it did for me; why not join one that would give you all you wanted. And you’ll never be starving again” the Countess smiled.


Belle looked at the floor for a moment and thought,
“I guess I’ll be fed and fattened up to be livestock if I refuse?” Belle said as the Countess sighed but nodded.
“Yes naturally, but I think you will like this, you’ll get used to feeding and taking a life, I did, and I was exactly like you once” the Countess said. Belle had always wanted a proper family and one that cared for her, and here she was, with a fat vampire that was doing what only one other had ever done for her before, something she missed very much.
“I have nothing to go back to anyway, no friends’ or family anymore” Belle said as tears began to pool in her eyes, she finally had a break at a better life.
“I know, so….will you become my daughter? and I promise I’ll love and care for you, like you deserve” the Countess smiled gently as Belle nodded.
“Yes, I will, I want a family” Belle said as tears fell down her cheeks, it was like something she had wanted to say for years had finally burst out.


The Countess nodded and gestured for Belle to come to her for a hug as Belle did and felt warm and calmer. She had expected her to be cold but she remembered she wasn’t dealing with stereotypical vampire here.
“There there Belle, now lest get you cleaned up before we turn you into the new you” the Countess beamed. She leant over and pulled a rope as a bell could be heard ringing downstairs as after 5 minutes the plump elderly woman named Janet came in and looked a little shocked to see Belle there.
“You called Mistress?” Janet asked taking her eyes off of Belle.
“Janet could you bring in a tub of warm water and soap and shampoo please, I need to wash Belle off before I turn her. Oh and a spare robe I think” the Countess said as Janet looked between the Countess and Belle and smiled,
“Ah I see, of course Mistress” Janet bowed slightly and left.
“Here strip off, those clothes are rather ragged” the Countess said as Belle nodded.


Belle untied the rope and let it fall to the floor before she pulled the overly large shirt off revealing her almost skin and bones body,
“My it far worse than I thought, you really need feeding up” the Countess said concerned. It felt comforting to Belle to be cared for and for someone to finally show her concern.
“Thank you….uhhhh Mother” Belle said as the Countess paused and smiled warmly,
“There we go and you are most certainly welcome my Beloved Daughter” the Countess smiled. Belle sat down in front of her Mother, as 5 minutes later Janet returned with the wash basin and clothes along with sap and hair shampoo.
“Here we are Mistress and young miss” Janet said smiling at Belle who smiled back.
“Now then sit still and I’ll wash you clean” Her Mother said as Belle nodded. Her Mother began to scrub her back thoroughly. She was being gentle as she felt Belle was very fragile, given her condition and despite being obese, her vampires’ strength was still stronger than most humans.


Belle felt very small next to the Countess given the sheer opposing sizes of them both.
“How does it feel? Hope I’m not hurting you, you’re so frail” the Countess asked as Belle turned slightly.
“It feels good, I just feel really small next to you” Belle said as the Countess giggled,
“Naturally, but you won’t be for too much longer” the Countess smiled. Once Belle was clean, an odd feeling as she had not been clean in a long while, it was clear her complexion was pale too. The Countess began to examine her hair, it was slightly matted, Belle had an old brush she had found and occasionally used it.
“Hmmmm we may need to get you groomed too, shame really, I bet if you were looked after this hair would be gorgeous” the Countess remarked as she recalled Janet. Janet was not only a good assistant but had also got a decent skill at hair dressing as she cut Belles hair up to just below her shoulders and had combed and all the matted hair and had washed it too. It was now clear what colour her hair naturally was. Her light brown hair was actually bond.
“There we are, I think she is ready now mistress” Janet said as the Countess nodded.