While sitting on the floor, the vampire Stella came to notice a rather large cockroach scuttling by her. Giving a grimace, she reached down and impaled the brown vermin with the tip of her sharp fingernail. It flailed it’s spindly legs wildly for a few moments, then went still, its spirit leaving the mortal carapace it once resided.

	“I know father loves his castles, but he really could have picked a far more suitable one. This one is absolutely infested with the most disgusting creatures.” She whined, wiping her finger on a handkerchief.

	Her twin sister, Loretta, who also sat on the floor, only shook her head, her face not betraying any sort of emotion. “Then go to him to complain about it. That is all you seem to be doing anyway since we arrived.”

	“And I would too! But ever since that horrible Belmont descendant and that little tart arrived, we’ve been forced to stay up here and wait till he comes into this ghastly looking room.”

	“Then we can kill them both and convince father to leave this place. And then maybe,” Loretta narrowed her eyes, pointing to the corner of her mouth, “you can finally learn some manners dear sister, and not be such a gluttonous hog.”

	If Stella still had the ability to blush, she would have done so at that moment.

	“I have no idea what you are talking about Loretta!” she said, hastily wiping the trail of blood that had dribbled down to her chin. “You want we should waste away due to boredom? Besides, what are to do with all these useless peasants anyway?”

	Stella reached over and grabbed hold of a woman’s ankle, dragging her over. The lady tried to let out a scream, but it was cut off as Stella opened her mouth, jamming her long fangs into the woman’s throat. A rush of blood instantly flowed down the vampire’s throat, a steady torrent of crimson liquid whose flavor danced on her tongue before making the trip to her waiting stomach. It did not take long to drain the woman, Stella only having to give a few powerful gulps before sucking her dry, leaving her a withered corpse. Giving a ecstatic sigh, she tossed the dried up husk to the growing pile next to her.

	“Ah. That was refreshing. Honestly, that is the only thing these humans are good for.” She gave a hefty belch, thumping at the sides of her full belly. The deathly pale orb had burst from her corset, spilling onto the dusty floor.	

	“Like I said Stella, you’re nothing more than a glutton. Look at you, you might as well be a monstrous hippo.” said Loretta, turning away as if disinterested in her sister’s barbaric feeding.

	“Oh I’m the hippo? Well dear sister, that makes you the damn leviathan. Need I remind you who it was that finished her pile of peasants first?”

	Loretta stifled a hiccup, trying her best to ignore her sister. True to Stella’s word, the pile of desiccated corpses next to her was far larger in comparison, and so was her belly. The sheer size of it had made her skirt ride up over her belly, showing off her undergarments. The titanic ball lay heavily on her thighs, forcing her legs apart in the process in a bid to make as much room as possible. The numerous gallons of blood within her made the round swell shake like a water balloon, the loud sloshing audible every time she tried to adjust herself to find a more comfortable position to be in. Even though her expressionless face did not betray her fullness, she was unmistakably, absolutely, full to bursting.

	“I only eat when I am hungry, and I was hungry.” Loretta said.

	“Oh? That’s quite the hunger there sister. I at least take some time with my meals, in order to savor them.” A man’s desperate pleadings turned into a gurgling cry as his jugular was ripped open and was drained in mere moments. “There you see? I -URP- take my time and enjoy it. You however, acted like some sort of starving serf woman, I dare say you would bleed a whole village dry given the chance my dear gorger of a sister.” Stella then gave a laugh, causing the twin mounds of her barely contained breasts to bounce on top of the shelf of her belly.

	Loretta was all ready to give out a logical, rational, and well composed retort, when her stomach bubbled quite loudly. She looked at her rotund middle, pawing at her sides as if testing their contents. Before she could even restrain it, a thunderous belch ruffled past her lips, the force of it somehow unfastening her bonnet, making it tilt awkwardly over her face.

	“Ha HA! Oh dear sister how unrefined we are! That what quite the crass sound you just released, are you sure you don’t have room to pump a couple of more pints of blood in there?”

	Loretta could only put her hand to her lips as she readjusted her headwear, trying to save face. “Whatever. You are still the fatter one of us two Stella.”

	“What! Fatter!? Did you even look in the mirror? I mean, even if you could look in the mirror, you’re the one who looks like some sort of corpulent leech who just ate an entire heifer!”

	“It is only temporary. You are the one who will retain fluid, and that grand chest of yours will most likely suffer.”

	“L-Leave my tits out of this, you…you ..”

	Before she could even give out a venomous comment about her twin sister’s swollen state, the walls to the room they were in exploded, sending shards of wood flying into the air. As the dust settled, two figures slowly emerged.

	“W-Who the bloody hell are you!?” Stella yelled.

	The newly entered man and woman gave each other a smirk, before loudly introducing themselves.

	“CHARLOTTE!”

	“JONATHAN!”

	The vampire Stella could feel her unbeating heart drop into the stuffed pit of her stomach.

	“That’s impossible! You’re supposed to be barely on the first painting!”

	The man named Jonathan pointed a finger to the tome the woman was carrying, showing the arcane code etched onto the paper. “We cheated.”

	“That’s not fair…” Stella lamely burped.

	Her sister Loretta said nothing, busying herself with picking the debris off of her round stomach.

	“Fair? Like it was fair how you devoured all those innocent villagers?” Charlotte said, glaring at the proof of the vampires indulgent appetite. “What do you say Jonathan? How will we every deal with these pair of portly parasites?”

	Jonathan smiled, stretching the length of his whip in his hands. “I think a good exercise will melt those pounds away.”

	Stella gulped, suddenly feeling the weight in her belly become very heavy. All she could do was whimper and slosh as the two vampire hunters approached her.

	Loretta gave a small laugh. “No pain, no gain. Right sister?”