Emilia's Move to America (Vampire WG Story) Part 1 (Patreon)

Emilia had just arrived in America, eager to start her new life in this land of opportunity. She was amazed how easy travel had become in this modern age. In her 150-year lifespan, she had never left Italy, but the tales she had heard of America had certainly intrigued her. A friend of hers, Esmerelda, had recently returned to Italy from a short trip to America, and had returned much plumper than the girl who left. Esmerelda's once thin and delicate frame had now become curvy and voluptuous. Her hips were wider, her thighs were thicker, and her belly had a noticeable pooch.

Emilia remembered their conversations about the thick blood and the changes that had come over Esmerelda's body during her travels.

"You wouldn't believe it, Emilia," Esmerelda had told her. "The blood is so thick and sweet, and there's so much of it. I've never tasted anything like it. Even feeding every night, and I just couldn’t get enough."

Emilia had been intrigued by Esmerelda's stories, asking her to elaborate on the different people of America, and where the best blood could be found. "It's amazing how different the people are from state to state," Esmerelda had said. "In the south, there's so much fried food and sweet tea. And the people are just so big and plump. It's like they were made for us."

"And don't even get me started on the college towns," Esmerelda had continued. "All those thin little things fattening themselves up with greasy pizza and beer. They're practically begging for us to feed on them. And the best part is, they never even see it coming."

As Emilia thought back on their conversations, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. She was eager to explore this new land and taste the thick, sweet blood that Esmerelda had described. She knew she wouldn’t let herself go like Esmerelda had; after all, she had far better self control. She would just have to watch herself.

As she stepped out of the plane, the sweet smell of sugar hit her nose, causing her fangs to extend in anticipation of the hunt. She smiled, excited for what lay ahead.

That night, Emilia explored her new home. It was a warm summer night, and the streets were bustling with people, walking, laughing, and eating. Emilia followed the sweet aroma and soon came across a woman who had just left a McDonald's, holding a bag of food.  The woman was plump, with a round belly that jiggled with each step she took. Her arms were thick, and her thighs rubbed together with each step. Emilia's eyes lit up; this would be an easy catch.

Emilia trailed behind the woman, following her through several alleyways, keeping out of sight while still keeping the woman in her sights.

As Emilia approached, the woman sensed danger and bolted down a narrow alleyway, but found herself in a dead-end, surrounded by brick walls on all sides, with a chain-link fence in her path. She attempted to jump over a fence to escape, but her size made it impossible for her to climb over. Emilia closed in, sinking her fangs into the woman's neck and feeding deeply on the thick, sweet blood. It was like nothing Emilia had ever experienced before; the high sugar content was like an explosion of flavour in her mouth.

Emilia could hear the raucous laughter of a group of young women coming from a few blocks away. Her heightened senses made it easy for her to locate them; they were clearly enjoying themselves after a night of partying and feasting. She crept closer, able to see them more clearly under the dim streetlights.

The group was made up of three women, each of them with wide hips and jiggling bellies. They were dressed in short, tight-fitting dresses that emphasized their curves, and their makeup was smeared from hours of dancing and revelry. Emilia's eyes locked onto their necks, where she could see the pulse of their thick blood pulsating underneath their flushed skin.

She followed them as they stumbled down a nearby alleyway, giggling and leaning on each other for support. The smell of sweat and alcohol was strong, but it was the thick, sweet scent of their blood that had Emilia salivating. As they turned a corner, Emilia pounced, her speed and strength taking them by surprise. They were too intoxicated to resist, and Emilia quickly sank her fangs into each of their necks.

As she drank deeply, the sweet, thick blood filled her mouth and caused a shiver to run through her body. The blood was like nectar, and she savored every drop that flowed into her. The women moaned in ecstasy as she fed on them, their bodies slowly becoming weaker as they lost more and more blood.

As she continued her hunt, her eyes flickered back and forth, scanning the crowd for her next meal. The bright lights of a nearby convenience store caught her attention, and she saw a young man exiting, munching on a bag of chips and sipping on a large soda. Her gaze lingered on his round face and chubby cheeks, imagining the sweet, sugary blood that flowed through his veins.

Emilia followed the young man, keeping a safe distance as she watched him wander down the street. He was clearly overweight, his large belly protruding from his shirt as he walked. She was fascinated by the way his soft flesh jiggled with each step, and the sound of his labored breathing as he munched on his chips. She could almost taste the thick blood that flowed through his veins, and her mouth watered at the thought.

As he turned down a deserted alleyway, Emilia saw her chance. She darted after him, using her vampiric strength to easily overpower him. The young man tried to fight back, but his struggles were no match for Emilia's superior strength. She sank her fangs deep into his neck, drinking deeply of the thick, sugary blood that flowed through his veins.

As she fed, Emilia let out a loud burp, the sound echoing through the empty alleyway. Her belly was now round and distended, filled to the brim with the sweet, satisfying blood of her victim. This was definitely the fullest she had ever been, by far. She rested a hand on her swollen belly, feeling the warmth radiating from it. Emilia breathed heavily, fully satisfied, and relished in the feeling of her body being rejuvenated and reinvigorated by the rich blood she had consumed.

As she walked back home, Emilia was bloated and content, feeling the sugar coursing through her veins. She realized that this new land was going to be a treat for her, with its abundance of sugar and easily caught, fat prey. She smiled to herself, thinking that she could definitely get used to this new life in America.