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Conventional romantic stories have a tendency to play up the transformative power of love. It hasn't always been like that; go back a couple centuries and the beauty and joy of love embraced was treated as its own reward. Two lovers brought together to live happily ever after. What more could be asked of a story?

Then somewhere along the way, perhaps as audiences became more 'sophisticated' (read: cynical, too smart for mere happiness for the sake of happiness) romance stories needed to go further to make the happy ending stick. One or both of the lovers needed to be in a bad situation, one they could be freed of only by winning the heart of someone else; one or both needed to have some fatal character flaw - selfishness, pessimism, depression - that could be cured by love.

Finding a mate could no longer 'just' add something to a person's life; now it had to repair their existence and make them a more complete, well-rounded person, solving any trauma from their past or filling a void in their spiritual self.

Ironically, the relationship between Natasha and Samantha would end up mirroring the fairy tale happy endings of old - at least by all surface-level appearances - because despite both of them having personal issues that needed resolution they found just enough of an illusion of said when they came together.

Between the two Natasha was the one most in need of help, not least because she was significantly older and had been carrying her issues for so much longer. Over three centuries old when she met Samantha, the silver coyote was the product of a coupling between a vampire and an incubus. And not a consensual one. Nat's mother had been the servant of an aristocratic vampire who had attempted to summon a demon...

Which he had, just not one he could control. The incubus had slayed the count and everyone in his retinue save Natasha's mother, who he had his way with, leaving her pregnant.

Being the result of such a coupling would have left anyone with some emotional baggage to deal with, but Natasha's case was compounded by her vampiric heritage. Living in the shadows, subsisting on the blood of others, her chances for a well-adjusted upbringing where she socialized with others for purposes other than feeding on them like cattle were always slim. Predatory and solitary, her existence was all but set in stone by her very nature.

This never weighed on Nat, if indeed it ever bothered her enough for her to be aware of it. But that didn't mean it had no affect on her. Reaching the age of maturity and hovering in it for multiple centuries, the coyote was similarly trapped in a just barely post-adolescent emotional existence; she had just enough control of her emotions that she could carry herself in any social gathering, but she put this maturity to no greater use than to court victims just long enough to get them alone so she could feed. While she heard tales of other vampires falling for a potential victim she could never imagine it happening to her.

Then she met Samantha... But this is not a story of redemption or growth.

Not that kind of growth, at least. The only real growth in this story would be experienced by Sam, which itself would come about because of her own emotional issues.

The bird-lady could be better excused for her state when their paths crossed. Only 23, a college dropout after being disowned by her parents for being a lesbian, she had spent the past couple years on the move, pointedly not confronting her feelings of abandonment and isolation and instead living in the moment, indulging her appetites for food and women and thinking nothing of the future.

Until one day she found herself in Estonia, which may have well have been the exact middle of nowhere in her mind. Running low on money, finding it harder and harder to treat her habit of instant gratification as a salve for her deeper problems, the 300-pound bird-lady wasn't aware that she was aching for something more meaningful, but it was there, pacing around her subconscious.

This didn't mean a long-term relationship was the first thing on her mind when she saw Natasha. Sitting in the hotel bar, watching the rain outside and wondering if she wanted to bother going out in search of a night's entertainment, Samantha's decision was made as soon as she spied the silver-furred coyote walking through the lobby. She fell instantly, which wasn't unprecedented; thanks to her sex demon heritage Natasha was a stunning figure even in the eyes of those not drawn primarily to mammals or women.

Deciding to hell with the rain, Samantha grabbed her own coat and followed the coyote out into the damp night. She wasn't bold enough to approach her out on the street, but as she tagged behind she hoped the woman was going to a bar or some other public place. It would be at least a little easier to gather the courage to approach her in a dry place.

As Natasha stalked the night, looking for a suitable place to find a victim, her hunting senses kicked up. She could smell and practically taste a delectable morsel, but because of the rain and wind she couldn't pinpoint where they were. Behind her? In front? Across the street? It was frustrating.

Her hunger started to become insistent, and hoping to silence it quickly Natasha ducked into a pub that looked pretty crowded. Lots of people already buzzed; it wouldn't be hard to find someone with their inhibitions weakened.

'Just sneak them out to the back alley for a nip, get my hunger under control.'

But as she found an opening at the bar and ordered a drink Natasha's senses went blaring again. That person was here now, in the pub. She looked around, trying to filter out the cacophony of individual bodily aromas to find... There!

'She's a biggun,' was Natasha's first (surprisingly pleasant) thought when she saw Samantha. It was unusual that her impression was so positive. She had never been one to pay too close attention to the physical attributes of her victims, other than noticing that the less attractive ones were easier to seduce. Just a bit of positive attention, some compliments that weren't too obvious in their falsehood, and they would follow her to a secluded area...

But when she saw the bird-lady Nat found herself uncharacteristically drawn to her well-padded figure, with her ass big enough to engulf the chair she had taken at an empty table, her belly pressing into the tabletop, her breasts resting heavily atop her paunch like a pair of pillows. Even the flabby flesh of her upper arms and her double-chin were enticing in a way that Natasha had never felt before. Despite being an incubus' daughter the coyote had never felt an actual physical attraction to anyone; or maybe it was because of it, her supposed asexuality a benefit to creatures that literally lived for seduction.

It turned out she hadn't known herself as well as she thought. Natasha wasn't asexual; she was drawn exclusively to fatties. True fatties, like the supersized bird-lady trying to watch her without looking like she was.

Natasha might have found her failure cute if it wasn't something she had seen so many times before. Over the centuries there had been plenty of guys and gals who found her too beautiful to approach, but being a vampire she had no trouble being the one to go on the attack. Ordering a pair of drinks, the silver-furred coyote went straight up to the bird-lady's table.

"This seat taken?" she asked. Flustered, the fat woman brushed her hair (purple, like her eyes) back and stammered

"Yes! I mean no! It's open. Help yourself."

'This is going to be easy,' Nat thought to herself. Her hunger was slightly subdued now as she expected to be feasting soon. 'Good. I want to play with her a bit.'

She wasn't the only one hungry, though. As the two exchanged names and tried their drinks (Samantha knew it was dangerous to accept a drink from a stranger, but she was so struck by the coyote she couldn't help herself) the black-feathered woman's belly gurgled loud enough to be heard over the folk-rock ballad playing from the jukebox.

"Did you have dinner yet?" Natasha asked. "Why don't we have a bite?"

She signaled a waitress (there was only one, and she wasn't working too hard; the pub was mostly filled with locals wanting nothing more than beer or their spirit of choice) and got two menus.

"I'm not that hungry," Samantha lied, "Maybe just a plate of appetizers."

Natasha didn't need her supernatural senses to tell her the bird-lady was lying, just as she didn't need to use her powers of persuasion to convince Samantha to order a real meal. Already swooning, the fatty only needed the slightest permission to indulge her appetite.

Not only did she order a full burger and fries, in addition to an appetizer of fried mushrooms, but when she was done she unapologetically ordered a second burger and more fries. Natasha watched, feeling aroused herself for the first time ever. This otherwise ordinary and dreary night was becoming something special.

Something she didn't want to end, but only in terms of a delicious meal she wanted to savor for as long as possible. As Samantha went for a third course, ordering a plate of pot roast and garlic potatoes, the coyote decided she wasn't going to dine and dash with this one. Her blood smelled delicious already, but if she were even fatter there would be more of it, yes?

As Samantha ate the two talked, Natasha being coy with the details of her personal life (for obvious reasons) while learning about the bird-lady's situation. No fixed address, no contact with her family for some time, no specific ambitions.

It was all too perfect. After taking her back to her hotel room (Samantha was floored at the size and luxury of it) and bringing her to the gates of paradise with just one paw the coyote invited the bird-lady to a private cabin she had.

Technically it had belonged to one of her previous victims, but the old man was now fertilizer for the trees of the forest surrounding the secluded cottage, so Natasha had as much claim to it as anyone else. Samantha allowed herself to be swept away by the beautiful woman, repeating the cycle of falling fast and hard for someone without a care of long-term compatibility because what she was experiencing right now was so good.

It was more than she had ever experienced, in fact. The cabin wasn't exactly a mansion, but it was large and well-apportioned, far nicer than anything Samantha had lived in before. And not only was Natasha a more skilled lover than Samantha had ever met, but she was an amazing cook. In her paws even the most mundane ingredients could become mouthwateringly delicious, and she must have had expensive tastes because she didn't do with common cuts of beef or chicken. Natasha had as much knowledge of rare and exotic foods as a gourmet cook, and Samantha loved the education in dishes from around the world she received.

Natasha, meanwhile, was loving the effects of this education. She knew her way around the kitchen, true, but she was prouder of her skill as a sorceress. Like any self-respecting immortal she had put her long life to good use learning everything she could about the dark arts just as she had the traditional arts and humanities. She could whip up a Grade 5 potion as easily as she could a gourmet feast, even if she didn't have much need for such concoctions when her appearance and charisma were enough to claim any victim she desired.

It did have its uses though, such as the potion she invented after a few days of trial and error. Slipped into a milkshake that Samantha guzzled down without a thought, the potion went to work slowing the bird-lady's metabolism to a crawl. She had already gained several pounds from the rich (and big) meals Natasha had prepared for her, but now Samantha's body was going to gain weight like a balloon attached to the kitchen faucet.

Even Natasha was surprised how well it worked, or maybe she had underestimated how deep Samantha's gluttony ran, because within just a couple weeks the bird-lady was crossing the 400-pound mark. Part of it was the potion's effects, there was no way anyone could gain so much weight in so short a time, but part of it was also what an absolute hog Samantha had turned out to be once given the chance. Every day, at every meal, Natasha would load the table with a number of entrees and sides and desserts, and Samantha would clean every plate.

The first couple days she would somewhat sheepishly ask for more food when she was done, but once Natasha got an idea of just how much she could fit into her belly at one time she adjusted her food prep accordingly, always making so much that Samantha was left fully stuffed like a Christmas goose. She would then coax a few more bites out of the bird-lady by teasing her pussy, bringing her to a halfway point between pleasure and pain that Samantha wasn't sure how to deal with.

Then as she got fatter Samantha could eat more, so Natasha had to prepare even more food to leave her stuffed, which led to her getting fatter...

Even without the potion it would have been a beautiful cycle, watching the bird-lady get wider and rounder and heavier, moving around the cabin less, inhaling greater quantities of food while Natasha watched, achingly hungry herself. It's just that with the potion (and some other 'additions' to the food she was making) what would have taken years to happen was taking weeks, or months.

From 400 pounds to 500 in what, to the immortal, was the blink of an eye, and then on to 600 pounds. In less than the turn of a complete season Samantha had doubled in size, her entire body growing thicker from her multiple chins down to her cankles. She had quickly outgrown all the clothing she had brought with her, and as Natasha bought her new clothes she filled and burst out of everything faster than to be expected. Some days she just went about the cabin naked; she wasn't doing much moving anyway, usually just going between the bedroom and the living room, where she now took her meals.

Or meal, more accurately. Once she plopped down on the still somehow unbroken sofa Sam would start on the first round of food Natasha prepared for her, but by this point she was eating so much that instead of there being a true gap between breakfast and lunch there was instead a changeover in what the coyote was cooking. One minute it was waffles, then she was grilling up chicken. All day long Samantha gorged, falling back to simple grazing when she started to get full but never truly stopping.

The hundred-pound milestones continued to pass by every nine or ten days, the bird-lady swelling just a few months into their relationship. Her belly fell past her knees, past her calves, down to brush the floor when she was standing; her ass spread out a meter wide, then almost two, shelving behind her to become a throne Natasha could sit on. Her limbs were still plain to see, but their definition vanished as all her joints disappeared under layers of flab that increased in size and number of rolls. Her neck was long gone behind a waterfall of chins, and even her eyes grew smaller as her cheeks grew fatter.

Sometime around her 800th pound, Samantha now two times as big as she had been when she and Natasha first met, the coyote could no longer keep her hunger at bay. She had been going out late at night to feed on random people, leaving only once the bird-lady had fallen asleep digesting her day's binging, but there was more to her appetite than just the hunger of her body. She had been craving this meal for so long, she couldn't resist any longer.

Until she actually tried to feed on her.

It should have been so easy: Samantha was fast asleep, and even with her fat chins hiding her neck it would be no trouble for Natasha to get to a vein. Then it just a matter of sucking the blood, like she had done thousands of times - tens of thousands - before.

Hell, she could probably get enough to sate her hunger and still leave the bird-lady alive. Maybe keep her around longer and keep feeding on her until she grew tired of her.

But she couldn't imagine herself getting tired of Samantha. She couldn't even bring herself to think of harming her.

Hellfire, was she... was she actually falling for this mortal?

No. She already had.

Rushing out into the night to find another source of food, Natasha spent the next several hours grappling with her thoughts. There was a lot of complicated feelings here; admitting to herself she was in love with the bird-lady only invited more. She was vastly more knowledgeable than any mortal thanks to her extended lifespan, but she wasn't so much wiser that she had an easy answer to what she should do now.

The coyote returned home in the morning, her decision made. In the time until Samantha woke up Natasha prepared what was to her a light breakfast, just a couple plates of waffles, some bacon and a couple bowls of fresh fruit. She didn't want Sam to starve, but she couldn't let her start gorging without hearing what she had to say.

The bird-lady was confused when she saw the paltry offering Natasha wheeled in, and the coyote didn't waste time getting to the point.

"I'm a vampire." She immediately felt stupid coming right out and saying that without any preamble, but she didn't stop or try to rephrase it. Instead she leaped up and hung from the ceiling to demonstrate her powers. "Half-vampire, technically, but for all intents and purposes I may as well be considered a full vampire. The reason I brought you here was to feed on you, but I wanted to fatten you up first.

"At least, that's what I told myself. I kept putting it off because I wanted to see you a little fatter, but really I was falling for you. Have fallen for you." She somersaulted back to the floor, then stepped back to put some space between her and Samantha. "Last night I was planning to finally do it, but I realized I couldn't. I love you, and I can't stand the thought of hurting you.

"But I'm still a vampire. I still feed on the living. I'm not sure I can trust myself around you, so... I want you to leave. For your own safety. I'll give you some money, a lot of it. You don't have to worry about being homeless."

She was starting to ramble, so she made herself shut up. She studied Samantha's expression; the bird-lady had been eating mindlessly this whole time, her entire attention on Natasha but her face inscrutable.

Finishing the fistful of bacon in her mouth, Samantha ponderously rose to her feet. At her size any movement was slow going, so Natasha waited and watched. When she was finally up Samantha waddled closer to Natasha; the coyote assumed she was going to turn and go back to her room to get dressed (did she have any clothing that fit her; Natasha only thought to wonder that now), but instead the bird-lady barreled right for her, her colossal belly slamming into the vampire and pinning her against the wall.

She could have escaped easily - she was a vampire, after all - but Natasha didn't struggle as Samantha leaned in close and...

...kissed her. Too stunned, the coyote did not kiss her back.

"There were better ways you could have told me that," Samantha said when she pulled back, "but I can't think of a better way to tell you I don't care. I mean, I'd prefer you not suck me dry, but if I did have to end up a vampire's meal I'd like it to be you."

Her initial thought was that Samantha was just so flippant she didn't appreciate the danger she was in, but it wouldn't be long before Natasha realized that this was her way of saying she felt the same way about the coyote as Nat did her. The way Sam leaned in for another kiss, this time running a hand up to Natasha's breasts, helped make it a lot clearer.

But that would not be the only revelation that morning. As the two expressed their feelings physically things quickly progressed to what Samantha later called a very overdue fuck session, not just another fingering session, with first the bird-lady going down on the coyote and then the coyote reciprocating.

Thanks to her until recent apathy to actual lovemaking, Natasha was a bit sloppy in her attempt to perform cunnilingus, but Samantha was already so fired up it didn't matter how amateurish the sex-demon-spawn was. Almost as soon as she had her snout buried between the thick thighs and belly of her girlfriend she was starting to lap up the gushing pussy juices.

And that's when it happened. In hindsight it was so obvious, but in Natasha's defense she had subsisted on blood for so long, bowing to her vampiric heritage, that she had never considered she could find sustenance in the sexual energies of other creatures the way her father did.

But when she got her first taste of Samantha's vaginal leakage it was like she had discovered the tastiest cuisine she could imagine. She slurped it up greedily, feeling sated but hungry for more.

Further experimentation would confirm she actually was deriving nutrition and power from the bird-lady's arousal, as filtered through her pussy juice. She didn't need to be drinking blood at all, sexual energy had the same effect and without leaving any victims to cover up.

It turned out to be especially strong where Samantha was concerned, because the emotional connection between the two enhanced her arousal, essentially allowing Natasha to taste the bird-lady's soul. But the stronger effect and more enjoyable taste only made her want more. The coyote could bring her lover to multiple orgasms, reducing her to a quivering mass of gelatin, and she would still want more lust, more pussy juice to feed on.

That day sealed Natasha and Samantha's relationship, but the happy ending did not mark a new stage of personal growth for either woman. While they were undoubtedly closer, with their feelings out in the open and Natasha's subterfuge no longer a secret, their relationship did not so much turn a corner as recommit to what it had been. Natasha still loved to cook obscene quantities of food for Samantha, and Samantha loved to gobble it all up, and Natasha loved to see the effect it all had as her girlfriend grew ever fatter.

It could be said that things were different now in that they were much more intimate than ever before. Outright addicted to Sam's pussy juice and orgasms, Natasha would take any opportunity she could get to dive under the bird-lady's belly or just stick an arm under to wet her paw. It didn't matter if Samantha was in the middle of her day's feasting or leaning back, moaning and rubbing her belly after finishing; when the coyote wanted her own meal she took it.

But Samantha never complained, because she had her own insatiable needs. Not just the mountains of food Natasha kept bringing to her (though she was absolutely addicted to food even before she reached the 1,000-pound threshold), but her girlfriend's very presence. She craved it, and more than that she needed it. She couldn't stand when Natasha left the house for anything other than routine errands; the thought of being abandoned came to her too strong, too fast, and she would start to panic if the coyote was gone for more than a couple hours.

Natasha never noticed this neediness, but she wasn't going to complain about how eager to please it made Samantha. Not once did the bird-lady ever complain about 'not being in the mood' or finding the coyote too handsy. If anything she often pulled Natasha in for a hug or a smooch, wanting to reaffirm that her girlfriend was there with her.

This mutual obsession led what could best be described as 'more of the same, only more so.' Natasha cooked more, Samantha ate more, and Samantha grew even fatter.

Much, much fatter. Natasha stopped using her potions to slow Sam's metabolism or make her hungrier when they became official, but by that point it was redundant. Samantha was a helpless glutton, a slave to her appetite, and Natasha was too much of an enabler. The bird-lady gorged day after day, week after week, month after month. Moving less, eating more, getting bigger.

But Samantha? Sam was a blob, covering the industrial sized bed in their shared room. She weighed a couple of tons now, with her belly almost as big as a small car by itself, her butt cheeks each bigger than beanbags, her arms forever stuck out at an angle, resting in the barrels of blubber that made up her upper arms, her legs all but invisible under her belly and hips.

She was an exaggeration of obesity; her very existence a mockery of every warning about the effects of being overweight as not only had she gone so much further than any fitspo advocate could fear, but she happier than she had ever been. Yes, a large part of her happiness came from her addiction to food, but if challenged on that point she would counter that it wasn't her only addiction.

She was also addicted to her girlfriend, just as Natasha was addicted to her.