“Ready? On three… One… Two… Three!”

With coordination born from years of partnership, two figures clad in red and blue leapt towards what to an untrained observer might have seemed like an ordinary painting, albeit of considerable size, hanging on the wall in a large bedroom of a gothic castle. That observer would have then been greatly surprised to find that rather than collide with the canvas and end up an unsightly heap on the floor, that the blonde man in red and brunette girl in blue passed through the oil paint as if it weren’t there, the canvas bending and warping around them as they were sent far, far away from the bedroom the painting rested in, or, depending on who you asked, no further than the distance between the picture frame and the stone wall behind it.

The one in red, Jonathan Morris, landed with a thump on the soft sand that greeted him, while the blossoming young woman in blue, Charlotte Aulin, softened her landing with gentle gusts of wind, blowing sand all about her, her companion stifling a complaint as he brushed it off his carefully tailored pants. Ever conscious of their appearances, Charlotte flicked her long brown hair over her shoulder while Jonathan straightened his coat, although the two soon found themselves tugging at their collars as the warmth of the hot summer sun beat down on them.

“Well, where are we now?” Jonathan asked, the two turning and looking all around, wary of any monsters waiting to greet the latest guests to this portrait world that the master of the castle had created. For once they found none, at least none that they could see, merely a pleasant vista of surf and sand, as if they had passed into a picturesque postcard rather than a domain of demons. There were even two beach chairs laid out on the sand near them, although neither of them were foolish enough to kick up their feet and lay back on them.

“I should have brought a camera. Wish you were here!” Jonathan joked as his boots sunk into the sand. “We could make all of the other hunters jealous. “Hey, weren’t you supposed to be investigating that castle!?””

“Like you would ever miss a chance to gloat about making a trip to Dracula’s castle and coming out alive.” Charlotte pointed out, Jonathan’s grin untouched by her jibe.

“We’ll just say we got lost along the way.” He laughed, turning again to look around, squinting at the coast. “I’ve gotta say, the fact that we’ve been here for a whole two minutes and nobody’s tried to make mincemeat out of us is bugging me. Where’s the usual welcome wagon?”



“Perhaps waiting for us to come to them?” Charlotte suggested, but seemed similarly apprehensive. She too took another look around, but knew that Jonathan had a sharper eye for threats than her. There were no sea monsters below the gently rippling waves, nor did the glittering sand have shambling corpses buried below them or burrowing sandworms or antlions waiting to snag anybody who walked over them. The beach and its surrounding area, at least at first glance, seemed genuinely harmless.

 “Well there’s got to be something in here, they aren’t just going to make a pointless painting.” Jonathan seemed annoyed by the lack of opposition, knowing that it just meant a nastier surprise later. “And it looks like there’s only one place it could be:”

Jonathan pointed at the one suspicious location on the coast: the enormous beach-house poking over the hill at the end of the shore.

“Brilliant of you to figure that out for yourself.” Charlotte said sardonically, her sense of caution overridden by her slightly swollen sense of confidence. The two of them had been through four distinct realms already, and although they knew that the greatest threats lay ahead of them, they felt well-equipped for whatever the castle’s denizens might throw at them. It was this sense of self-assuredness that had them make their way up the hill, knowing that they couldn’t leave empty-handed.

“Between this and that desert, I’m starting to think I should have brought a change of clothes.” Jonathan complained, resisting the urge to remove his heavy coat, made for the cold European climate.

“Tell me about it.” Charlotte sounded equally miffed, although for opposite reasons. “I’m going to have the most unsightly tan-lines when this is all over!”

The pair approached the house, raising a mutual eyebrow at the luxurious miniature mansion that awaited them. Dotted with palm trees and large enough to host a hell of a party, the beach house’s most distinctive feature was the large pool outside of it, which seemed redundant given the beach just a few dozen metres away from it.

“Who needs a pool this close to the beach?” Jonathan pointed out, but Charlotte shrugged.

“Why not?” She said, finding that she would have more than enjoyed having the option. The two approached the pool, Jonathan raising an obvious question.

“So who’s this place for, anyway?” He asked, peering over the side while Charlotte inspected the beach chairs and parasols set up next to it. “I don’t see anybody around. This house has got to have an owner, but there’s nobody here!”



“Perhaps it’s Brauner’s holiday getaway?” She suggested, hiding a giggle at the image of the bald-headed vampire in swimming trunks and sunglasses lounging by the poolside with a Piña Colada  Jonathan shaking his head.

“You think a vampire is cut out for this climate?” He said incredulously. “He’d probably bust into flames just…”

Jonathan’s jaw slammed shut as he felt a jolt of magic run through him. It wasn’t painful, but he felt it course through his whole body, starting at his feet and running rampant around his body. All frivolity instantly left him, swinging around to Charlotte who

“I knew it, it was a trap!” He stated the obvious, mentally slapping himself for not noticing whatever had triggered it. A specific spot, or a whole area? Perhaps it had been cast after the two had arrived by a hidden assailant? Either way they had blundered right into it and who knew how much time they had to get themselves out of it? “Charlotte, let’s get out of-”

Jonathan let out a shout as what had meant to be a dash for the coast had resulted in him merely toppling over, nearly smacking his head on the concrete by the pool as he found that his boots were stuck together… no, not just his boots, his whole legs from the knees down were stuck tight, as if somebody had glued them to each other. An invisible binding? He tried to wriggle free, but couldn’t seem to move them at all, nor could he see the usual signs of a magical thread locking the two together. Hell, he couldn’t even wriggle his toes!

“Charlotte, I’m stuck! Get us out of here or fix this before we’re attacked!” He yelled urgently, holding out a hand towards her before it swung against his will to be pressed against his side in a stiff, neutral pose. He was barely able to turn himself onto his back before his other arm slammed against him until he was stiff as a coffin, unable to do more than wriggle in place and move his neck a little. He was so distracted by his predicament that he didn’t notice that his boots had taken on a plastic sheen to them, and that it wasn’t that they were stuck together, but that they seemed to have fused into one large piece, something that was quickly spreading up his legs until he resembled a strangely rubbery mermaid, rather flattened out as if his boots and pants were painted on instead of worn.

“I’m trying-” Charlotte cried before being abruptly muffled, unable to speak another word or even more her lips. Her hands flew to her mouth, where she found some sort of hard plastic thing sticking out of her pursed lips, lips that seemed to flatten around it until the white plastic tip had replaced her lips entirely, unable to tell that it was a small plastic valve and cap, like one would see on a pool toy. Charlotte panicked and tried to pull it out, but found herself desperately pawing at it instead, her eyes widening as she realised that her fingers had melded together into an awkward mitten shape, incapable of any dexterity and rapidly puffing up into a bloated, rounded shape as it began to take on a subtle plastic sheen. She tried to let out a horrified cry, but found that even her muffled voice was gone, stolen along with her lips. It was now that it hit her how dire her situation was; no voice to chant spells, and no fingers to weave them with either. How on Earth was she supposed to use her expansive magical knowledge to save them now!? She could still move, unlike Jonathan, but for how long?

She turned to him, hoping that he had some sort of a plan, but would have let out a choked yelp of horror had she still been capable of sound when she saw that Jonathan’s face had almost completely flattened out, a dull, vacant expression painted onto a flat, rounded head clearly incapable of any movement or emotion. His face as it were seemed to be one purely of ink save for a slightly raised nose, as if somebody had drawn onto a sheet of plastic instead, albeit one still mostly shaped like a human head. His carefully styled hair seemed pure plastic in the basic shape of it now, a clear resemblance, but an artificial one. He still had ears, but they were simplistic and flattened. His legs were a similar plastic lump, while his arms were fused with his torso, more for the appearance of arms than functionally having them, with the hands in a similar state of rounded useless bloat like hers even if he could have used them. His torso was still transforming when she looked at him, Charlotte able to watch as his coat flattened out, the blue shirt underneath it on the same flat painted layer as the red coat previously above it, while his toolbelt looked scrawled on. His chest fell slightly inward as if pushed, creating an obvious recess.



His transformation almost complete, Charlotte watched in horror as he seemed to puff upwards and outwards, it becoming clear that he was entirely hollow as he seemingly inflated, pushed taut with air until he was almost twice as big as his usual side, not too much taller, but wide enough that the recess on his chest running down to almost his groin seemed almost like it was intended to be a seat for somebody, and that one could have easily laid down on him and used him as one. Jonathan was entirely silent, unable to communicate as he was trapped inside his hollow, balloon-like body, only able to lay on his back and watch as Charlotte suffered the same fate as him.

Unfortunately for Charlotte, if she’d had any hope of undoing the curse laid upon her, she had wasted it while she was transfixed by Jonathan’s bizarre transformation. The transformation had spread just as rapidly through her, as she found out when she lose control of her legs and began to tip over, falling slowly and gently, her fall broken by two rapidly inflating breasts, her air-filled body blowing them up until by the time she hit the ground they had swollen to be as big as her head, then grew again to be bigger, forcing her into an upright position looking straight ahead, her boobs the perfect size to keep her level. Her arms forced themselves to bend 90 degrees and stick outwards, her biceps shortening as her hands and arms smoothed out to show no distinction between wrist and hand or even elbow besides the rough shape of their bend, her small cape now painted onto her shoulders and back alongside her white shirt. Her hands, if she could call it that, were pressed against the size of her beach-ball sized boobs, as is presenting them, and helped stabilise her position.

She found herself forced into a position on her knees with her ass thrust awkwardly and embarrassingly into the air while her torso remained as flat as possible. It would have been incredibly uncomfortable, were she able to feel any sense of contortion from her body at this point. For better or worse, at least she didn’t feel uncomfortable no matter how strange her pose became, with her feet pressed against her thighs before her shoes rounded out like the rest of her, her knees rounded and broadening as the inside of her thighs pressed against each other to form a stable base while her feet flared out diagonally, at the very least still separate. Charlotte begged her legs to move, to allow her to stand back up and at least try to run away, but by this point she couldn’t even wriggle, her body empty besides its plastic exterior no thicker than an inflatable ball. Her ass began to swell, turning into two massive gloves that grew higher, taller, wider, and rounder, an absurd ass that soon became twice as tall as her head. Finally she felt her back press inwards into a similar recess as Jonathan’s. Then, with the two fully plastic and totally immobile, they waited. And waited. Yelling silently out to each other, cursing their fates, each desperately hoping that the other had some sort of brilliant back-up plan that would get them out of this.

For better or worse, they wouldn’t have to wait too long before they heard nearby footsteps over the sounds of distant waves, the sound of bare feet against the concrete of the pool area. They weren’t sure whether to be terrified of what would happen next, or relieved that at least they weren’t alone, but that soon gave way to anger as they heard a smug, shrill pair of taunting laughs that told them exactly who had approached even before they began to converse with each other.

“They fell for it, sister, just as you said!”



“I told you they would, didn’t I, sister?”



“You did, sister, you did! Remember, I get the foolish girl to myself, you promised!”



“Indeed I did, sister.”

The two were met with the pale, grinning visages of the vampiric sisters Stella and Loretta, surprisingly out in the sun with no problem. Then again, it was an artificial sun. The two were even dressed for the occasion, their usual frilly outfits replaced with a pink bikini and green one-piece swimsuit. They had the same pale, sullen skin beneath it, unable to ever tan, but enjoying the warmth of the sun for once, something they could never experience naturally. Had the two vampire hunters not been humiliated and furious right now, they might have even empathised a little with their desire, even as cold-hearted vampires.

“This fits these two fools much better, don’t you think, sister?” Loretta said, sounding excited at their new toys much to the two’s mortification. “What a splendid idea you came up with!”



“Ah, but I mustn’t take all of the credit, this realm was your idea, sister.” Stella said smugly but considerately back. “We must keep it a secret from Father, though.”



“Even to share our victory against the pests who invaded his castle?” Loretta pouted. “I was rather looking forward to his praise…”



“You know how Father is, Loretta.” Stella chided her. “He’d simply lecture us for not finishing them off!”

“He’d probably get upset at us for wanting to spend time in the sun too.” Loretta said glumly. “He’d say it’s most unbecoming of a vampire…”

 No, we mustn’t let him know about this nor our getaway, it’ll be our little secret.” Stella smiled with a finger to her lips to indicate quiet as she leaned down towards the inanimate pair. “You’d prefer to be our playthings than to perish, wouldn’t you, you poor, foolish hunters?”



The hunters offered no replies as Stella smiled down upon them, and she felt no need to grant them the ability to do so.

“Now then, let’s get them into the pool, shall we?”



“There you go!” Loretta puffed slightly as she picked up Charlotte and threw her in, landing with barely a splash as the incredibly light huntress teetered and righted herself, floating in the centre of the pool while Stella more considerately nudged Jonathan in with her foot. Loretta levitated herself over and landed in the seat she had made for herself, snuggling in as she kicked out her feet and laid them between Charlotte’s massive breasts and so-called hands, while her head was nestled comfortably between the front of her overinflated ass cheeks. She sat half-upright as if on an inflatable throne, looking tremendously comfortable. Charlotte felt her taut body bend and squash under her weight, but not uncomfortably so, perhaps feeling even more comfortable than if she weren’t being sat on, a fact that mortified her almost as much as her humiliating state itself.

Stella opted for a more literally laid-back appearance, with Jonathan appearing to be laid down flat and accordingly the woman atop him, his head upright enough that it was the one place she didn’t smother with her body. The two settled in atop their new toys, Loretta looking extremely pleased with what Charlotte had become.

“Now remember sister, no complaining or asking for a trade over how boring you’ve made your toy! The hunter girl is mine!” She reminded her,  behaving possessively towards Charlotte.. “If you don’t like what you’ve done with him, transform him again yourself!”

“Fear not, sister, I’m sure I’ll be more than happy with him.” Stella giggled slightly. “Just remember your own words after I show you the special feature I included.”

Loretta’s head cocked cutely in curiosity as Stella floated up into the air and turned herself around, Jonathan blushing internally as he was given a faceful of her crotch, but was then distracted by how she seemed to be fingering at his own crotch, as it turned out he still had one. Stella revealed a second valve, his main one on his hip rather than on his lips like Charlotte, popping off the gap and wrapping her lips around it as she blew in, Jonathan groaning silently as she blew up a long, puffy shaft, Loretta blushing at the sight of Jonathan’s balloon member hitting full capacity.

Loretta bit her lip and hid her jealousy of his extra feature as Stella smirked and chose to flaunt it without directly using it, flipping herself around again and wrapping it between her thick thighs, Charlotte wishing she could avert her gaze as Stella used her magical telekinesis to float over a book, the two sisters lounging around in their idyllic artificial beach getaway, occasionally chatting about whether they should go down to the beach later, and what they were going to do now that their foes were soundly defeated. All the while Stella would occasionally shift, adjust herself, or simply flex, rubbing her thighs against Jonathan over and over, his plastic cock no less sensitive. After almost an hour, he could bear no more, and with one last accidental rub as Stella turned a page in the book she was engrossed in, he moaned in silence and revealed he had one last piece of control over his body as the valve at the tip popped, along with the one on his hip, causing him to rapidly deflate and Stella to look up in curiosity at the sound, wobble, and just barely realise what was going on before letting out a girly shriek and tumble into the water while Jonathan deflated into a plastic heap floating atop the water.

“Serves you right, sister!” Loretta cackled as Stella gnashed her teeth and floundered around in the pool, this being the last laugh the hunter was ever likely to get…