Contains: rapid weight gain of the male variety and explicit content between men, reader discretion advised.
Synopsis: the vampiric Gabriel stumbles upon four lucky men at a bachelor party; things get steamy as he helps them realize hidden passions and a growing love for eachother.
The bed frame creaked in harmony with the floor-boards beneath it, the boards and slats bowing to the verge of splintering beneath the shifting bulk above them. Slowly, Gabriel maneuvered his body to the edge of the bed and arched his back in a sultry stretch. He could feel his pillowy, voluminous ass press against the flabby backfat behind him as he leaned, swollen gut rising ahead of him as he lifted his flabby arms– though it wasn’t enough to part the turgid mound of pale blubber from its resting spot atop thighs wide as couch cushions. Letting out a sigh of contentment, he rolled himself forward, the soft, bare mass of himself wobbling and swaying as he stood, gut plapping down to his knees in a creamy apron of belly fat.
Despite his inhuman strength, he found himself needing to exert some amount of effort in lifting his girthy legs enough to take the slow, lumbering steps (more of a waddle, if he was being honest with himself) towards the washroom. Perhaps he was overindulging a bit too much recently, he thought, feeling his hips conform around the doorframe a little too snugly for comfort, a little grunt escaping his lips as he bulged his way through like a fat marshmallow in a vacuum hose. Or, he thought with a little grin, licking the dried blood from the inner corner of his plump lips, it’s simply time to invest in double doors.
Finally through, he rubbed his sore hips, meaty palms sinking into his fatty flesh as he walked towards the wide, in-ground bath and turned on the water, the chamber quickly beginning to fill. As it did, he walked over to the bathroom vanity to select a scented soap, though as he passed the aluminum mirror above the sink he couldn’t help but stop to take in the view.
The mirror itself was five feet wide, yet still his reflection took up a majority of it. His hips swelled out to either side in rounded mounds, holding up his meaty love handles like milky marble pedestals and rounding out into the shelf-like ass behind him. Plump, arm-filling breasts sat atop his gut like two fat dollops of warm creme, his soft pink nipples like the petals of a pale rose against them. He cupped them in his fat hands, squeezing them tenderly, reminiscing on all the lovers who graced them with warm, passionate kisses, tongues leaving their sensitive peaks wet and swollen. He could feel the blood in his round, reddened belly move, rosying his cheeks and spreading through his chest as he thought of the night before, his dead heart thrumming with the impassioned essence of the men–four, to be exact– who had adored him for those many twilight hours in the private booth of Full Hearts, the nightclub at the city center.
A little sigh escaped his plump pink lips as his hands drifted lower, his pudgy fingers tracing semi-circles around his bellybutton. He made it a rule to never do more than one a night–two at most– in one location; one man wandering about in a daze, a few pints emptier and a few dozen pounds heavier after eloping with an unmistakably obese stranger is odd enough, but when you’ve got several seemingly anemic and newly-obese men popping up, somebody’s bound to start looking into the matter.
Ah, but the moment was just so ripe; four friends enjoying one last wild night before one of them was to be married, a stag party in a private booth rife with alcohol and merriment. Perhaps as a joke, perhaps as a lapse of moral judgement, two of them had gone out to try and invite some babes to spice up their little party with, but to no-one’s surprise they had very little success in that department. Nobody wanted to follow two buzzed jocks with a painfully apparent historical lack of success with women to the second-floor private booth to be slobbered over and be plied with cheap champagne and cheesy one-liners. Gabriel, however, was amenable.
They looked confused when he asked to join them, but perhaps it was simply their high spirits that made them agree. They introduced themselves as Ethan and Koda, baseball players for their college team, over the loud electronic music of the club.
Ethan was short, blonde, lean, with dark green eyes; Koda, tall and sturdy, brown-eyed and raven-haired with the barest hint of a beer belly forming. Koda like to talk, speaking enthusiastically about their little friend group and the quality of the beverages waiting for them as he led them along. Ethan, for his part, had a thing for asses, something Gabriel learned quickly with how Ethan trailed behind them, his eyes constantly stealing glances to the wobbling cheeks spilling over the skin-tight polished leather pants when he thought Gabriel wouldn’t notice.
Koda introduced him to Matteo, deeply tanned and by far the most muscular of the group, his eyes hazel and gentle. He seemed wrapped up in himself, closed off as he quietly sat sipping a beer at the edge of the C-shaped booth. And then, the man of the hour: Alex Ocean, soon to be one half of Mr. and Mrs. Ocean.
Or, would have been, had fate not brought them together.
Alex was the easiest by far, sitting there like a deer caught in the headlights the moment he walked in, bright blue eyes wide with a mixture of awe and overwhelming anxiety. It was all he could do to pick up his jaw and sputter out a greeting, nearly spilling the champagne he offered to him. Gabriel sat on the long booth seat between Alex and Matteo, sandwiching Alex between the edge of the booth seat and his soft hip, giving him the temporary comfort of an escape route; he’d work on Matteo while he played with Alex, he decided. He could fold the other two in as the night went on until all of them were putty in his hands.
And so the game had begun– to make things interesting, he drank most of the champagne himself; he wanted them clear-headed and sharp as he could have them, as while he hated the bitter, unfulfilling feeling of booze in his belly, he hated the taste of clouded judgments far more.
To start, he got Koda to talk about his athletic accomplishments at length, letting him yammer on about his proudest moments while he feigned astonishment and heaped praise upon him, then asked Matteo to do the same. Matteo was far more humble, deflecting the praise towards Koda, but Gabriel gently teased it out of him and intensified his commendation, something that seemed to make the big hunk quietly bashful.
Ethan didn’t talk much, but Gabriel couldn’t blame him: he was too busy getting lost in his fantasies about Gabriel’s wobbling dumptruck, his mind’s eye overwhelmed by lusty images of his bare cheeks wobbling, sweat-soaked and clapping back against him, smothering his lithe frame in heavy ass fat.
Back by the bath, Gabriel grinned, feeling his sunken member swell in his fupa as he remembered the depths of Ethan’s lust for his body. He didn’t even charm the poor, pent-up man with magic, though he did admittedly use a bit of magic make his thoughts clear as day. That was just to keep him busy, and let Gabriel focus on the others.
Little by little, Gabriel leaned into Alex, the clean-shaven center-fielder trembling against his bulk, intoxicated by his warm, lavender aroma. Eventually he shifted, wrapping one plush arm around his shoulder; Alex was practically melting, his mind falling apart as he tried and failed to reign in his attraction to the man he had only just met.
Meanwhile, Gabriel shifted the conversation to more personal topics. He moved from sports conquests to their studies, to their future career plans and hobbies, and when that began to fizzle out, he asked about relationships. Koda smoothly stated he was just content with one-night stands, he never wanted a relationship. Matteo looked away from him, tensing up, and took a long drink of his beer.
Oh, how interesting… he thought, unrequited love, perhaps?… Don’t you worry, my forlorn friend; I’ll show you love yet…
Gabriel casually undid a button on his shirt and swirled his champagne glass gently. “One night of pleasure is all you need, mm? I’m inclined to agree; I find the deepest love is shared in the dark, flesh against flesh, lovers reaching for the heights of satisfaction with tender touch… or, perhaps, not so tender, if you like it rough.”
Koda’s eyes drifted down to his soft, bare chest, and before he could look away Gabriel undid another.
“One night together, no strings attached… of course, I never say no to an encore for those with healthy appetites.”
Another button. Matteo froze as Koda stared, cheeks flushing, slowly nodding.
Undoing a button near his bellybutton, he opened his shirt, revealing one of his plump breasts and the round upper swell of his belly.
“Just bodies intertwined in ecstacy… no judgement, only the heat of the moment that’ll slip away unless you just… go for it.”
Alex bit his lip, looking at the perfect, round breast that was inches from his face. Ethan writhed in bliss, letting loose a tiny moan. Koda was practically drooling, leaning forward in the seating arrangement as though he was trying to fall face first into Gabriel’s belly.
“So, my darling, handsome friends, what do you say? Are you going to let all of this slip away? Or should we go for it?~”
Koda, Alex, and Ethan began slipping off their shirts, moving to surround Gabriel in a passionate rally. Matteo sat, stunned, as Koda undid his belt, letting his jeans fall to the ground, discarded. His eyes darted from his paunch to the tent in Koda’s underwear and back to his beer, wholly unsure if he should still be watching, and yet unable to look away. Gabriel purred out a little giggle and stood up, pulling Alex to his feet and into his arms, the shorter man’s face nestled into his chest with his own pants hooked around his ankles. Matteo watched as Alex melted into his grip, Gabriel’s hands caressing his back as Ethan came up from behind and began rubbing his hands over his wide butt.
“Ah, I can feel your excitement…” Gabriel whispered into Alex’s ear, placing his hands on his sides just below his ribs; his palms were plush and cradled him gently, yet felt cool as river stones and sent electric tingles down his body. “Don’t be afraid to explore, my love… I welcome your every touch.”
Alex whimpered with need as Gabriel’s hands slowly rubbed up and down. It was all he could do to stay upright, legs weak and head spinning; he leaned forward and hugged onto his belly, feeling himself throb against the bottom of the wide, lardy mass. Gabriel’s hands moved to his back, moving in slow circles as Alex stroked himself on the heavy, smooth flesh that weighed down on his length, warm tongue dancing over the fat pink nipple before him.
“Yes, oh yes, your warmth is exhilarating…” he purred as the thrusts came quicker, Alex sucking at his tit, gently teething the fat breast in a heady frenzy. Koda gripped himself through his underwear, heart thumping as Gabriel’s belly jiggled and wobbled against the thrusts. Alex’s panting came quicker, his little moans reaching a breathy crescendo when he finally finished in a powerful spurt in the fold beneath his underbelly; Gabriel caught him as he nearly collapsed. Gabriel leaned down to give him a long kiss on the neck as he lay in his arms, the long pastel purple hair blocking his face from view.
“Mnff… I feel… amazing…” Alex moaned as Gabriel finally relented his kiss and let him down slowly back onto the couch, his body slouched into the seat with a look of dizzied contentment on his face just next to Matteo. For just a moment, his hair cascading over his face in the dimly-lit booth, Matteo was sure he saw Gabriel’s eyes glowing a crystalline pink, like two neon rings in the dark. His breath hitched, his head spinning as Gabriel straightened up, wiping his lips onto his dark red sleeve with a little sigh.
As his belly relaxed, the last two buttons ruptured, ricocheting off the seat cushions and onto the floor, his heavy gut pouring out over his dark, expensive-looking leather belt that now seemed a size too small. In fact, everything on his outfit seemed snug now, the fabric drawing skin-tight against his rolls, his form taking up just a little more of the private room than it did before. Matteo felt like he was losing it, his head pounding, his body frozen in shock and confusion and buried feelings boiling to the surface and unmooring his thoughts.
Gabriel turned back to Koda, who stared at his belly with stunned admiration.
“Oho, I see what you’re after…” Gabriel cooed, taking a heavy step towards him, hooking his fat fingers into his waistband and slowly pulling them down to reveal Koda’s stiff cock. “Come, my darling, don’t be shy; show me how much you love my decadent, sumptuous figure…”
Koda moaned as Gabriel pressed forward, leaning his girth against him, pinning him against the wall of the small room. His member glided forward…and directly into his deep bellybutton, the smooth coolness of Gabriel’s belly sending pleasurable goosebumps across his flesh. Ethan helped Gabriel out of his shirt from behind and kissed at his back-fat, grinding against his wide cheeks. Gabriel leaned back into him, giving Koda enough space to thrust, the plap*plap* sounds of his jiggling belly being pounded filling the tight, increasingly humid space. Koda put his hands on either side of Gabriel’s love-handles to steady himself, panting and drawing himself closer as he passionately fucked his gut. Gabriel moaned into his ear and leaned down, kissing his neck once, twice… and held it, Koda’s moans becoming increasingly frenzied until, at last, he plunged himself deep, Gabriel feeling his belly grow warm both inside and out.
Just before he let go, a low rumble filled the room, followed by a metallic ping and the sounds of stretching leather. Ethan watched with dreamy surprise as Gabriel’s butt swelled out thicker, wider, fatter, bubbling up over the waist of his pants, forcing the shiny material tighter and tighter around the globular cheeks until the upper limit of their holding capacity was reached and the entire garment failed in a chain-reaction of splitting leather, leaving them in mere scraps on the floor– and Gabriel standing in hot-pink briefs that were nearly swallowed up into the cleft of his ass. He let Koda lean against the wall by the door, panting and trembling, and looked back over his shoulder with ethereal, smoldering hunger. “Do you need more of an invitation? Don’t make me beg, darling~”
Ethan gripped his waistband with both hands, pulling the underwear down over his massive cheeks and rolly thighs like he was unwrapping a vast mass of baker’s dough, uncovering more and more thick blubber with every inch. Just as he pulled them all the way to the floor, Gabriel bumped him back, the stunned man landing back into his seat with a soft thud. Before he could recover, he was suddenly engulfed, the wobbling slabs of buttery fat swallowing his crotch… as well as his legs and most of his torso.
“Mm, I hope it lives up to the daydreams, and fuels many more to come~” Gabriel purred, rubbing himself slowly forward and back, his body wobbling rhythmically, jiggling cheeks clapping against Ethan’s stomach and stroking his slick length with a schlap, schlap sound. In the seat between Matteo and the lustful scene in front of him, Alex began to stir. Slowly he began to sit up, putting a palm to his neck.
“Nf… what’s… happening?...” he muttered, putting his other hand to his stomach. “I feel… hungry…”
Slowly, his hand began to rise– or, more accurately, his hand began to be raised, pushed up by his rapidly swelling belly. His abs melted, vanished, drowned by a rising tide of softness that spared nothing; Matteo watched as his friend began to puff like a marshmallow in a microwave, his arms swelling and sagging, his thighs blimping and filling the gap between them with lard-loaded flesh. Thin became chubby, chubby became fat: in just a few short moments he had swelled to proportions that made him virtually unrecognizable as his former athletic self, with a belly that wobbled and sloshed in his lap. With a snap, his medium-sized underwear failed to contain his extra-large waistline, his butt widening to fill the space between Ethan, Gabriel, and Matteo. His chest puffed into proper man-tits that wrapped around beneath his pudding-bag arms and pushed up into his second chin, though nothing grew faster than his belly, which continued to inch out past his dimpled knees and push his legs apart.
This isn’t real, this isn’t real… Matteo’s mind repeated. He wanted to shut his eyes and make it all go away, but he couldn’t… he could barely will himself to breathe. And worse still, a growing part of him didn’t want it to go away, didn’t want to wake him from this surreal, erotic dream.
Gabriel held his breasts in his hands as he bounced back firmer, body undulating like ocean waves that crashed against a lost sailor beneath them. At last, he pushed himself back hard and gave a few more furtive rubs before standing to face Ethan, who lay slumped against the booth, exhausted and satisfied.
“Now that you’ve had your fill, I hope you don’t mind if I have mine…” he grinned, straddling him. Ethan held his hands on his hips as Gabriel bent over, belly pressing down and around him, and brought his lips close…
That’s when Matteo saw it. Teeth, like wolf’s teeth, extended from Gabriel’s mouth and sunk into Ethan’s throat, sharp and vicious as they pierced his flesh, thin rivulets of blood escaping down his neck. A soft spark with a violet tinge, almost like an ultraviolet lightning, jumped from his teeth into the wounds as he pulled away, the wounds shrinking rapidly into nothing, leaving behind only drops of blood that Gabriel gently licked away.
Gabriel’s gut, full of blood and pink with strain, began to slowly grow larger still, his chest above it plumping, his features softening even more. Behind him, his ass developed cellulite and swelled in all directions, sagging and puffing all at once, starting to close the space between his sagging back-fat and the bloated cheeks. Little drops dripped from his pink lips as he turned his head toward Matteo and stood, taking up a decent majority of the private booth now.
“Mmm, you keep very good company,” he sighed, putting a hand on his stuffed belly. “I hope you didn’t think I was leaving you out, darling, truly. I did want to share a blissful eternity with you too, you know, but I saw how you were looking at Koda over there, and well…”
Matteo’s eyes darted over to the corner in time to see Koda emerging from the shadow, only he cut a vastly different silhouette. His soft belly had grown ten-fold, cascading over his front and leaving only a peek of his fat, dripping pubic mound nestled between his bulging thighs. His chest had swollen into two heavy, round breasts that wobbled beneath his thick neck and patted against his hammy arms. Behind him, his ass had bloated into two blobby spheres so fat the rolls of his back rested against them.
“I think he wanted you more.”
“K-Koda?...” he stammered. “A-Are you okay?...”
The room rumbled with every heaving step as Koda approached until he was looming over him, his eyes glowing a faded pink. Matteo yelped as Koda parked his gut in his lap, reached over, and kissed him on the lips.
“You know, if you’d have just asked me out, I’d have said yes.” he smiled. “You know I started getting chubby when I heard you liked bigger guys…”
Matteo’s face flushed red. “W-Wait, really? How did you-”
“Ethan told me. He saw your profile on that gainer app…”
“Into mutual gaining, just like you, apparently. And me. Small world, huh?”
Matteo looked over at Ethan, who was busy feeling up his swelling belly, his cock rock-hard as it was swallowed up by a bloating fupa.
“And we were both thinking, before all this went down, you might wanna… maybe get together? Like, gain together, and be, uh… boyfriends?”
Koda’s belly rested cooly against him as Matteo reached out and cupped his fat cheeks, kissing him on the lips.
“I want that more than anything.”
Alex slowly raised his dimpled hand.
“C-Can I like, come with you guys? I’m gonna be real, I was only getting married to-”
“We know, Alex.” they said in unison.
Koda turned back to Matteo, a little grin on his face.
“You know, now that we know you’re into gaining… we just figured out an easy way to bulk up… and it feels amazing.
His hand slid down his chest, tugged at his athletic pants and his underwear until they were around his knees, crouching down to his hands and knees in front of him. Ethan moved over to his left and helped him out of his shirt.
“W-Wait, does it… does it hurt?” he shuddered, crossing his arms over his bare chest in apprehension.
“Not if you relinquish yourself to your desire, my mortal dear; a true transformative embrace in the presence of passion feels like a first kiss all over again.” Gabriel spoke, licking a drop of blood from his wrist. “If you want this gift in your heart, it feels better than an unpromised heaven…”
“Yea, it’s so hot…” Ethan purred, moving close, his belly blobbing against Matteo’s arm as he kissed his shoulder.
“And I’m like, super hungry…” Alex muttered, squeezing his round body over to his right shoulder, starting to kiss him too.
“You know, I always have room for dessert, and I’d be hard pressed to find anything sweeter…” Gabriel spoke, leaning down to join Koda between Matteo’s legs. Gabriel kissed one thigh, while Koda breathed a tingling breath over the other.
“Ready to be the fattest man in the world, baby?”
Matteo’s cock throbbed so hard he thought he was going to pass out.
“I’ll take that as a yes~”
Matteo closed his eyes as the four vampires sank their many fangs into his flesh; he felt himself sinking rapidly, a freefall punctuated by volts of unnatural energy that raced through every nerve, kind of internal implosion that pushed and pulled at his consciousness at once. He could feel something departing him, but he couldn’t quite say what; how could you put a name to the feeling of losing your mortality?
What came rushing in to replace it, however, was better in magnitudes he could never have imagined. It was a euphoric bliss, like the feeling of sunlight on his skin, a palpable warmth and comfort gradually filling and surrounding him. Weakly opening his eyes, he found the four men around him sporting swollen bellies, their bodies thicker and fuller with fat; Gabriel was sat back, beached on his wide rear with a hand on his red, stretch-marked belly, while Koda took the sole place between his knees, resting his head on his thigh.
“You taste amazing, babe…” he huffed, looking like he’d just had a thanksgiving dinner. Ethan and Alex continued to kiss at him affectionately, peppering his cheeks and neck with loving smooches.
“I… f-feel… amazing…” he weakly stammered, the warmth within him continuing to mount. Drained as he was, he felt his energy rapidly returning, a confident calm washing over him; suddenly, there was a twinge in his stomach that made him wince, like a tiny electric shock that echoed out across his body in dull vibrations. Suddenly, his belly groaned, letting loose a low glooorp that bubbled up into a little belch.
“O-Ough, that feels… a little less amazing…” he admitted, but the feeling quickly passed, rapidly replaced by a ten-fold increase of that warm, comforting feeling. And then, all at once, he could feel himself starting to swell. His bulky, muscular form began to soften out, the body once chiseled by days in the gym was now being buried by a dumptruck of fat. Sharp, angular definition was blurred into a softer landscape of smooth flesh, upon which bulges and swells began to propagate as the pounds came heavy.
Koda watched his belly swell like a balloon stuck under a spigot of lard, round and pliable and growing larger with every passing moment, rapidly starting to eclipse his view from below; he reached a hand out and rubbed it tenderly, feeling it start to push into his hand, his fingers spreading as the tan flesh expanded. Matteo’s thighs thickened and sagged around his shoulders, flanking him like two cool pillows; he wasn’t the only thing being enveloped by rising fat, however, as he watched the newly-forming fatpad begin to surround his sizable member, the length vanishing centimeter by centimeter like a sinking ship.
Up top, Ethan gave his arm a squeeze, the once rock-hard muscle now surrounded by a tire of fat that could have been mistaken for a floatation device.
“Woah, yours are already bigger than mine…” he remarked in awe as they continued to bloat and sag, starting to hang down as flags declaring a new governing body. “That’s fuckin’ hot…”
His attention quickly shifted as Matteo’s hip pressed into his own, his eyes locking on the blossoming bubble-butt that was starting to push out against the seat behind him, blobbing out and up against flabby back rolls that rapidly swelled out to meet them.
Alex gave his left nipple a little pinch, eliciting a little whimper from the increasingly obese man.
“God, your tits are amazing…” he spoke, eliciting a little glance from Gabriel. “What? Just because I pretended to like girls doesn’t mean I was pretending to like boobs… and just check these out!”
He lifted the heavy slab of pancake-like moob and let it slap back to the surface of his gut, making his whole form wobble. “H-Hey, careful, those are sensitive…”
Alex grinned and started tracing a finger around his thick nipple, then leaned in close to give it a little lick. “I’ll be careful, big boy~”
The seat beneath them groaned as his weight continued to climb ever higher. A thick double chin formed, his neck becoming an innertube that propped up jiggling cheeks that began to encroach into his vision. His sides rounded out wider, sitting on his hips like saddlebags of jelly. His knees all but disappeared under his thigh rolls, and thigh rolls began to lose ground to the mattress-thick belly roll that marched forward like a cold lava flow.
“Unf, god, I’m getting so huge…” Matteo grunted, feeling his ass start to rise up over the seat backing, his right cheek being peppered by Ethan’s kisses. His arms, resting at his sides, slowly began rising, the massive round swell of his middle beginning to push them up and into the bloated tires of his upper arms. He tried to look to Koda, but between his chest and his belly, the man between his thighs was out of his view.
“Koda? A-Are you okay down the-OUGH~”
Below his belly and between his cavernous thighs, Koda plunged his tongue into the doughy depths of his fupa, lapping at the sunken head buried within. He kissed passionately, making out with it with a loving hunger, wet tongue sending jolts of pleasure through his colossal form.
Matteo could barely catch a breath against the sensations; he moaned aloud, surprised at how husky his voice sounded, his chest surrounded by hundreds and hundreds of pounds of thick fat. And still he grew, fatter and rounder and wider, his arms starting to sink into the pile of rolls that they’d become, perpetually held out almost perpendicular to his shoulders. His belly, if it were not being held up by Koda’s bloated ass, would most certainly be touching the ground. Backfat piled up high behind him, nearly touching the back of his head, forced up by asscheeks fat and round enough they could have reached his shoulderblades if their definition was still notable on his form. He could feel his face settling into the divot created by his neck roll and cheeks, forcing his view into a straight-forward valley. His moobs sagged towards each side of his belly, slabs of flesh atop thicker slabs, everywhere a pile of rolls and flowing curves. He had to be a thousand pounds at the very least, but all reference went out the window; he was far, far fatter than anyone he had ever seen.
Almost certainly the fattest man in the world.
As the thought passed through his head, he shot a load into his rolls, leaving him panting within his blubbery resting spot. A few moments later, Koda appeared between his moobs, lounging between them like a smug cat.
“I think your growth is slowing down a bit there. Though it is a little hard to tell when a new roll appears on your fat ass now.” he giggled. Matteo huffed, looking thoroughly pleased and exhausted.
“Damn, I was hoping he’d get bigger…” Alex muttered, grabbing a side roll.
“Oh, worry not, my newfound friends; he’s certainly not done growing quite yet. Now, normally this would be that part where I warn fledglings about mortal food, and how it tempts with a deliciousness you’d never have experienced in life, yet is converted into 100% fat on your new bodies, but… something tells me that’s not a problem for you.” Gabriel said, leaning against the wall by the door with a small notebook and a pencil he took from his ruined clothing.
“That is hot…” Ethan murmured, face-first in the side of Matteo’s cheek. “But, uh… aren’t we like, too big for doors and stuff already?”
“Shit, there’s no way we can even fit in the elevator to my apartment…” Koda said, putting his hands on his hips.
“And I don’t think my fiance is gonna be happy about me running off with three new boyfriends.” Alex spoke sheepishly.
“Way ahead of you, darlings.” Gabriel ripped a sheet from his notebook and handed it to Koda. “That’s an incantation that’ll send you direct to the Palace of the Sunflower. They take all sorts of vampire there; they worship hedonism and encourage further growth, it’s sort of their… thing. I think you’d all do well there.”
“Oh, wow… thank you, Gabriel. For, uh… everything. I don’t think we could have, well, realized this dream if it weren’t for you.”
Gabriel smiled and gave a small bow. “It was my pleasure. I’m most grateful I was able to preserve your love forevermore. Go now, and enjoy your eternity… oh, and if you’re ever in the neighborhood- oh, who am I kidding, I’ll visit you. Sorry to say, but I believe your days for doorways are over.”
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Gabriel slipped into the warm water of the bath, letting it wash away the remains of the night left on his skin. Yes, perhaps he had gone overboard, but despite his slightly overburdened form, he couldn’t muster an ounce of regret.
Shutting his eyes in rest, a gentle smile passed across his lips. He made a mental note to pay the Palace a visit someday soon, see how they gentlemen are getting along…
And, he thought, perhaps another night on the town would be in order sooner rather than later.
He was starting to feel a bit hungry, after all.
