Lord Damascus

Domineering, seductive and ever hungry, and loves fat people above all. Hes not rough during sex, but loves bites, but can power bottom when hes in his fat form​.

Standard Vampiric abilities like regeneration (canceled by silver, rain, sunlight, and bessed holy water) shape shifting to mist, and also a bat. But not an animal, his true, bloated form.

Surprising speed and reflexes, allowing him to.catch up and consume prey​.

Hypnosis to lure them in. He is very arrogant and over confident, even.indulging a preys requests if hes confident they can do nothing to him. Once its clear hes in danger he becomes much more feral and less restrained, clawing, drinking blood, and trying to suffocate you under his mass.

It was supposed to be an ordinary school trip.

That is until our bus broke down.

That Forced me and my five burly professors to try and find refuge in the woods in the growing dark. Worse it started raining.

We had found this very nice mansion. At the door we were greeted by a very handsome whitefurred muscular, tall wolf. Introducing Himself as Lord Damascus, he Let us inside greeted us, fed us, commenting he hasn't had visitors in a while. His eyes were red, and flashed as he looked over us all, particularly me. He was lecherous though.. cupping his bulge as he pressed to me... he knew I liked it. I excused myself from my professors glutting themselves and ran upstairs for a quick one. I could see him leading one of my teachers off to the side as I left.

It was only after i finished, and came back down halfway , I heard it. Whimpers and an odd crooning , he changed.

His lithe, trimmed form fell away, discarded like a cloak. He grew even taller, his opened jacket stretching across his burgeoning, swelling middle. His eyes flared... turning from red irises to pools of blood red orbs... flaring with power.. some sort of compulsion as my instructors stumbled in a stupor... into his waiting maw. He wasnt a wolf anymore.. he was a bat.

First, seeing his batlike fangs I thought he'd suck them dry.. and he did give them a small bite, but I didnt think hed unhinge his jaw and swallow them whole. His belly grew grotesquely larger with each meal... until he was done with the burly bear that was my math teacher.

I then tried to go back up, then the stairs creaked, betraying me. He lazily slurped down his meal, turning around holding his wine barrel gut in his arms, smirking. He dropped his heft, making it bounce and wobble

And slowly waddled towards the stairs, his every step shaking the house.

His belly wriggled and sloshed, kicking and small lumps disturbing the immense layer of fat and decadence on his white furred hide as he took his time coming up the stairs