Writing piece number 2 for beloved donations! thank you so much @veeperpetua for helping me out, and I hope this is a satisfying fic!
Featuring feedee vampire transfem Papa V x gn!reader, Pet still goes by Papa. NSFW, definitely horny, though no sex explicitly happens (but ofc, blood chugging and stuffing, and significant weight gain). As usual, i am soooo tempted already to plan out a part 2 where the nasty Does happen. about 3.8k words <3
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You loved your job. Well, it wasn't really a job because you weren't getting paid for it. So you loved your volunteer opporunity!
It had started right around the time the first long haul of the Skeletour was finishing. Someone needed to join a team of Siblings of Sin who would procure blood for their new Papa (she still preferred the title over Mama, for continuities sake), and you had just happened to be helping out in the kitchen when you overheard the discussion taking place. You'd had some brief training in blood banks in the past, and jumped at the chance. Some ghouls would handle hunting, the other Siblings would be in charge of finding fans for the occasional non-fatal ritual and feeding, and you would handle drawing blood from willing participants at the Ministry. Easy.
Everyone who volunteered their own blood would always excitedly chat with you as you went about your task in the infirmary. Asking questions about her, the usual. What was she like? Could you tell she was twins with Copia? Did you personally deliver the blood to her in her personal quarters? Did she have a favorite blood type?
Truth be told…you always gave different answers. You enjoyed sowing seeds of misinformation about the new Papa, because it felt good to be the one who knew the real answers. You did know what she was like, and it was not super obvious she was twins with Copia. Her favorite blood type was a secret (but not B+), and you did personally deliver the blood to her.
You think about that first time now, as you are cleaning up your corner of the infirmary. Blood drawings are done for the day. Your mind is allowed to wander back in time as you wipe down the chairs and set the sharps container on the table for disposal tomorrow.
* * *
The first time you delivered the blood to V, you had been scared shitless. Unprepared for the meeting, feeling frazzled as fuck as you packed the blood bags into a cooler from the fridge they'd been stored in. Your hands shook as you closed the lid.
Silent ministry halls greeted you as you began the journey across the building. Given that V was a vampire, there was no problem with showing up to her room so late. You shouldn't have felt such anxiety around it, but as your shoes clicked on the shiny flooring and caught on the edge of a stair, you found yourself wishing that you had a buddy. She wouldn't…do anything to you…would she?
You had only just raised your fist to knock at the door when it swung open. Biting your cheek was the only way to keep a yelp from bursting forth as glowing mismatched eyes stared out at you from behind a gleaming silver mask. Yellowed fangs were bared in a wide grin and sharp black claws were wrapped around the edge of the door.
"There you are," the figure said, voice high and playful. "Hiya. Been waiting a bit."
A thick swallow caught in your throat as you gripped the cooler tight to your chest. You were wholly unprepared for those claws to reach out and nearly dropped the container to turn tail. Surely she was reaching out to snatch you and -
The hand settled gently on your arm, and then patted twice.
"You poor thing. I could hear that heart of yours pounding from a mile away. Come in."
And then she had her back to you, the door was open, and you could feel that heart of yours continuing to pound away in your ears. Heat had crawled up into your cheeks and was threatening to reach your ears.
"Did you think I was going to bite you?"
You were sucked back into the moment. V was settled on a couch in the middle of the room, legs crossed and resting her chin on her hand as she smirked.
"Kinda rude to assume that just because I'm a vampire I would immediately attack you, hm?"
Now the heat was burning up your ears. You took two clunky steps forward and swallowed again. "I…I…um, sorry. I was just -"
V sat up and waved you off. "I'm just messing with you. You are understandably skittish. Nothing to worry about."
And then it was quiet. You stood, trembling, and she stared at you with a completely flat affect. You took another step forward and held out the container.
"I have…your blood. Um…here."
"Goodie!"
And then she was all smiles again, eyes bright as she reached out and made grabby-hands in your direction.
You didn't really know what else to do other than stand and wring your own hands awkardly as you watched her settle the cooler beside her. You saw now that her claws (which had been huge before, and black up to her wrists) had seemingly retracted, the skin of her hands pale and nails pointed and inky. Her movements were delicate as she retrieved the first bag, and squished it between her fingers.
"Mmmm…B positive. That's okay."
Before you could make another movement (either for the door or for the chair closest to you), V had unstopped the bag and wrapped her lips around one of the ports. Tilting and giving it another squeeze, you watched with wide eyes as blood began draining quickly. You were quickly enraptured.
Her eyes fluttered shut and a particularly throaty moan was muffled by the intermittent gulps she was taking. Some stray blood oozed out from the corner of her painted mouth, and the hairs on the back of your neck stood up. It was…stupidly hot. Watching her throat work through each gulp. Her lips twist against the bag port and a tongue dart out to lick it clean.
Then the bag was empty and Papa was sighing contentedly. She batted her eyelashes at you, her tongue slowly peeking out to drag across her painted lips.
And you…you were closer now and reaching into the container and taking out another bag for her, your eyes wide and never breaking contact with hers. Yes, she was fluttering her lowered lids at you and her fangs were poking out to scrape her lip…but you knew she wasn't using any kind of vampire hypnosis or whatever the myths spoke of. Your heartbeat was pulsing hard and fast, not just in your ears or your neck or chest…but also between your legs.
You just had to watch her drink more.
And somehow, your hand wasn't shaking as you held out the second pouch for Perpetua. Residual fear from earlier had you planted in place, arm outstreched, and you worried for a moment that you were being far too bold for her liking.
Relief and arousal flooded you as her long fingers curled around yours in her reach for the bag. Her skin was cold but you found yourself missing the touch - and perhaps she could see or feel the disappointment. Her tongue clicked.
"Come here, child," V purred.
Not having specified where here was, you hesitated for a moment, before slowly sinking down to your knees in front of her. She took the cooler from you and placed it beside her on the couch, and spread her thighs with a grin. Beckoning you with just a look.
But your hands didn't go to her thighs or her crotch, or even up towards her small breasts. Instead, you settled them on her soft belly, covered by her loose silk shirt. Fingers smoothing under the fabric to feel her cold skin again.
She repeated the prior draining process, and you continued to stare. What else could you do? Her head tipped back as her throat worked, one hand clasping the bag. She made pleased sounds in between gulps and you swore you could feel the slight swell of her belly as it filled with blood. And she hadn't even drained two thirds of it before you were reaching for another and ready to replace it.
"You like to take care of your Papa, huh?" she said, voice breathy once she had finished. The empty bag was discarded and she took the new one.
You could only nod, cheeks on fire.
"Good, because I love being taken care of."
Initially, while you had been making your way to her rooms, you had wondered how much blood V would drink at a time. You weren't very well versed in vampires yet and had no idea if it was a few slurps here and there or a whole person (was that an accurate unit of measurement?) at a time. You were simply told that one cooler of five bags was to be brought to her personal quarters three times a week. Whether or not that was entirely what she was subsisting on was not relayed to you. Did she hunt, in addition to the ghouls? You wondered if she grew bored, like a cat without enough mental stimulation.
Seeing her drain three, and then four of the bags with relative ease had you throbbing in your pants, fingertips digging into her belly as it continued to fill. By the fourth bag it was finally curving against the loose silk shirt, and you couldn't help your choked off moan when she suddenly belched.
" 'scuze me," she said, leaning back on one arm. The fourth bag was crumpled in her other fist, and her eyelids were fluttering again - though her shallow panting breath was giving away her growing difficulty.
"You…are gorgeous," you whispered, voice quivering. "Aren't you full?"
"Of course I am!" Another thin burp bubbled from Perpetua's throat and she pushed her belly into your hands. "I haven't had this much in one sitting since before the tour. I've been starving."
A shiver racked your spine, and she grinned wide, feeling the shiver through your arms. "The ghouls have been wanting to treat me to a feast, and I've been so good at controlling my appetite so it'll be real satisfying when it happens. But you…I could smell your excitement after that first bag and I couldn't help myself."
Her voice was low and raspy, and she sat up enough to place her hand over one of yours on her belly. When she pressed, it pressed your fingertips in, and you chewed on your lower lip as you felt how firm the upper swell had become. The chill skin was taut, yet somehow still had give. And as if she was reading your mind in that moment, she reached for the last bag.
"How much…can you drink?"
"Oh, I can drink far more liquid than the average human can in a short time span. Though some humans do it for fun and can be quite impressive. It excites me too."
Her hand was then guiding yours down between her legs. A few tugs at the ties of her form fitting pants and you were past the fabric. Of course she went commando (a preference in the family, it seemed), and she sighed heavily as your fingers brushed against her small, stiff cock. Fondling her gently, heart jumping into your throat as you watched her bring the final bag to her lips and her eyelids flutter shut.
What if you get fat, Papa?
It had only been a thought, but you realized a moment too late that you had verbalized it. V's eyes opened slowly, like a cat, and she didn't stop her swallows as she looked down at you again. You felt dampness in her pants and realized she had been leaking precum. The corners of her lips turned up as she drank. When she had finished she popped her lips and hiccuped, blood dripping down her chin that she didn't bother to lick away.
"Oh child, I'd like nothing more."
* * *
That was then. A series of memories that still had you hot in the face and the pants. Perpetua, the fifth ascended Papa, so full of blood and mewling under your touch after only the first meeting. During it, more like. And that hadn't been the end of it. She had said she had room for dessert and ate you out so deeply and expertly that you had woken up in bed, wrapped in covers. V had been reading beside you, her heavy belly still swollen and gurgling softly. You had been politely invited to stay for the night…and thanked for dinner.
So, yes. You loved your volunteer opportunity. Your duties had expanded as well, and you couldn't be happier. You were now allowed (by Papa's request) to be present for the ritual feedings with willing participants - and though these had originally been intended to be special occasions, perhaps twice a month depending on supply…well, once or twice a week was the norm now.
The ghouls had in fact treated their new Papa to a feast soon after your initial meeting with V, which you had also been present for. It was safe to say you had become a particular favorite of Papa's amongst the Siblings of Sin. Many were jealous - and who could blame them? You were only supposed to have been a blood extractor that would drop off the cooler. In recent times you were spending more time with ghouls and Papa than your fellow clergy members.
And now, as you finish tidying up the infirmary space and go to switch off the light, you take a deep breath. Tonight was just such a ritual feeding with local fans. However, you were still expected to bring a cooler of five blood bags. In case Papa still had some room after.
If your first trek to Perpetua's quarters had been wrought with fear and anxiety, this one, one of hundreds so far, was laced with anticipation. Your hands no longer trembled while they packed the bags and kept the container tucked under your arm while you powerwalked. There was no shame in being so eager to arrive, but your ears were hot when you passed by a stray Sister and barely acknowledged her.
Having heard you approaching much like Papa had the first time, a ghoul answered the door as you stepped up, not even raising a hand to knock. This was routine.
"Welcome, Sibling," Haze greeted. Her coiled hair spread over her shoulders like clouds when she was out of tour uniform, and she towered above you. "Papa was quite impatient tonight, so she is already nearly done."
"Of course, to be expected," you said, giving her a grateful nod as you stepped inside.
Candelabras stood in various corners of the room and oozed hot wax, incense burned by the cracked window. Everything swathed in darkness and deep purple furnishings, the low voices of old recorded chants and hymns crackled from a grammophone by V's desk. Various ghouls were situated on furniture or standing around, chatting and giggling or tending to the fans who had already been fed from (two, it seemed. They were sat in plush armchairs by the window and sucking lazily from juice boxes as a ghoul tended to their bites).
Immediately, your gaze was drawn to the same couch you had watched V chug blood on that first time. She was there, in a similar position, but she had certainly changed.
Though she was partially obscured by a person, a fan being held in place at her side on the cushion by Phantom, she was huge - at least, compared to her lithe form post Skeletour. That thin frame had been fattened and pampered with the utmost care…beginning with your stunt at her knees all those months ago. She had been starving, she was right. And to finally indulge in her true appetites, and be indulged from every side - ghoul, Sibling, and fans…that was all it took. And once the first few pounds had piled on, she only seemed to be more ravenous. With her low dose hormones her curves had blossomed beautifully, her chest still relatively small but fuller, hips and thighs wide and deliciously padded. But to you, the most gorgeous spot of all was her belly, so wide and heavy where it filled her lap when unconstrained by clothing. The skin was littered in stretchmarks, new and old, her body having struggled to keep up with the change of pace.
You could hear her slurping, panting and gulping against the throat at her mouth. The man was twitching, fists clenching and unclenching; having been fed from by her before, you could tell every clench was likely in response to her tongue laving over the punctures. Her bite had a dizzying, sedating effect, and many would find themselves feeling blissful and aroused. You could confirm that as well, and felt yourself shiver again.
She had to have heard your heart skip, smelled your sex throb with arousal. Lowering the man by his shirt so he was almost face down in her chest, she finally could see you, and you her face. Her mask flickering in the candle light always made your stomach flip, because her eye sockets appeared so deep and dark - and then the light would catch on her inhuman eyes, and they would flash briefly before dimming. Tonight, though, as always during a live feeding, her pupils continued to glow, and were dilated despite the fairly bright candlelight. It was creepy, but it meant she was lost in the throws of her appetite. Her papal paint was smudged per usual around her mouth, along with a copious amount of blood. She'd gotten more messy as of late.
"My love," she said, looking at you with drunk adoration. Her cheeks had rounded out over time and a soft double chin cushioned her neck.
"Finish your treat," you said, stepping up and taking her free hand to kiss. Like her inhuman eyes, her skin was blackend from fingertips to mid forearm, and her claws were extended. Not completely, but enough that you knew you didn't want those raking down your back.
She didn't need to be told twice, and Phantom helped hoist the man back up again. You settled on the couch beside her, noting how the cushion barely dipped for you compared to her. You could also see the man was drooling a bit.
A few gulps later and she leaned back, sighing contentedly. The man was removed, Phantom placed a kiss at the side of her mouth (and gave her belly a firm pat), and then it was just you and her on the couch. You couldn't help but stare longingly at her and taking in her heavy, bloated form. Knowing that she fed regularly now throughout the day, to top it off with three humans (though of course not completely drained) had you clenching your thighs. She was so well fed, so clearly over indulged. And, you could see from the way her head lolled towards you and her eyes drifted to the cooler you had on your lap….
"Still hungry, Papa?"
She groaned and nodded, hands drifting over her belly and pressing into the tight swell.
"Even after all that? Three fans still not enough?" You scooted closer to her and reached out. The moment your hand slipped under the heft of her lower belly she keened.
"You're teasing me!" she whined. "What do you want, me to wither away?"
Several ghouls barked out laughs in addition to your own chuckle, and V shot them pouty looks. Her lip twitched up in a weakly threatening sneer.
"Don't worry, I won't keep you waiting. You know I just like to see you beg."
V pouted again and clicked her tongue. But the moment you clicked open the cooler her face lit up and those chubby cheeks bunched up beneath the mask.
Haze and Phantom had returned to the couch as well, settling on the other side of their Papa and in front of her on the floor. You had grown close to them as well, and loved nothing more than spoiling your beloved Papa together. They were more than happy to spoil you as well from time to time.
Now, with you and Haze groping and squeezing at Perpetua's various fat rolls and Phantom mouthing at her clothed groin, V could do nothing more than take the affection with a blissful expression. You paused only to retrieve a bag, and pass it to her, before returning to fondling at the softness of her hip.
"Careful, Papa," you whisper, leaning in to kiss at her shoulder. "You could get even fatter if you keep this up."
She sucked at the bag like a fat tit full of milk, and you wanted to bite at her throat while it bobbed. Her capacity at this point was truly impressive, and impossibly arousing. Though she was drunk off of the blood and belching weakly, she didn't seem to be struggling much. And, really, you knew she could have drained the fans totally if she wanted to. She could have sucked them dry and let their bodies hit the floor, pale and cold as she was. If you were in the bedroom you would have asked her to get on all fours, to show how full and heavy her belly was, to have it drag against the covers while you inspected the rest of her plush figure. Smack her ass and watch as the fat across her body ripple in response.
"You know I would love nothing more," Perpetua slurred, hiccuping and dropping the empty pouch.
Another bag. Her lips around the port. Chugging.
"As would I. Would we." You gestured to the others. Haze was fondling one of V's exposed breasts with one hand and petting her hip with the other. "The more of you to play with, the better."
V whined as she drank but didn't pause. Phantom was toying with her fupa, having exposed it just before. Her cock was buried in the fat and the ghoul mouthed at her, his hands gripping her thighs and digging his claws in. He grunted in agreement.
"So you're going to be good and finish all of this, right? But if you can still move by the end…well, I don't know. Haze, what do we do then?"
Perpetua's gaze flicked from yours to Haze as she continued to swallow, slower now but just as deliberately.
"Well," the air ghoul hummed, one of her claws flicking over a puffy nipple and eliciting a slight jerk from the plump vampire. "I would think that if Papa can still move by the time she's done…then she isn't really done. I believe she has even said so herself in the past."
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