Silence fell over the darkened streets, not a single sound to be heard for miles as the moonless skies above instilled a sense of claustrophobia, the eerie absence of city ambience sure to send a tingle down anyone’s mind if they were out and about. Not even the roar of distant trains made themselves known on this strange evening where strange figures roamed the shadows, flitting from dark spaces where the flickering street lamps could not illuminate, golden eyes looking for their next meal.

For this place did not exist anywhere on Earth. A rift in reality only a few knew of, the Otherside as many knew it served as the domain for a being that had been sealed long ago, differing in appearance with one-way entrances to and from located all over back in the real world that opened and closed at random, trapping a multitude of unlucky individuals that happened to walk through anything that could fit the bill for a doorway.

Although that also meant the same for anyone still trapped within the Otherside, offering them a chance of escape should they find themselves walking through a connected doorway back to their own world. Though few would ever believe the experiences of these survivors, only ever spreading through the net as rumour, incredible fiction of a delirious individual.

For there was no true danger in the halls of the Otherside, the only risk being that anyone; from interlopers to out-of-luck saps, could find themselves becoming permanent residents, joining the ravenous demihumans, monsters and demons lurking the many realms of their interdimensional prison, biding their time while their nameless master worked to reestablish their empire, a time they knew to be fast approaching with how many humans had joined their ranks over the millennia.

But that section of the Otherside served as a residential area of sorts, empty buildings, vacant apartments, abandoned suburbs, all waiting for new hosts to move into, whether they knew it or not.

And as the lobby doors to an empty apartment building swung open, the two new guests on the list would soon find themselves next on the list to be added to the many denizens already populating the multi-story building…

–

Finished with their routine workout session at their local gym downtown, Anthony and Joshua were on their way back to their shared apartment, eager to watch the major league football match that was set for tonight.

Only once they opened the doors to the building, the pair were stunned as they stepped into a vastly different building. The plain ceramic tiles and flaking paint on cement walls they remembered so well nowhere in sight as the doors clicked shut behind them.

What caught their eyes though, was the giant painting hanging on the wall portraying some woman in a weird abstract art form, her deep blue skin speckled with white patterns, an organic piece of cloth draped over her lean shoulders and slender body while pale cyan pearls stared back at them, her hair painted to look like sandstone. But that was the least of their concerns as they gazed over the rest of the unfamiliar architecture.

“Uhh Josh? Did we take the wrong turn or something?”

“That can’t be right, we followed the GPS and everything! No way we ended up at some other building…”

Walking around the strangely decorated lobby complete with modern interior design and fluorescent lights illuminating everything in a comforting orange hue, the two men double checked their phones, finding no signal to connect to as they stood near the entrance before shrugging their shoulders and turning to leave. Only now the lobby doors were stuck tight as they fiddled with the handle, finding themselves trapped.

“The hell? It’s locked or something dude!”

Brushing past his friend, Joshua shook the handle hard, tugging and pulling as the biceps in his arms flared with the effort, knuckles turning white before giving up with the gentle approach, starting with a frustrated kick to the steel lined door, not even budging an inch as he continued to assault the barrier blocking their exit. He didn’t care if whoever owned this place was going to charge him, if their own doors didn’t even work then who could fault him? There wasn’t even anyone at the vacant receptionist’s table to tend to them!

“That can’t be right, we just…walked through..here a second ago! And I'll be damned…if I'm going…to miss that game!”

But with his limbs already screaming in protest from the earlier overexertion of his muscles, Joshua could only land one last feeble kick before backing away, panting in exhaustion as Anthony took over, trying to play smart this time by using his heavy rucksack filled with deodorant and other miscellaneous items as a makeshift flail, slamming the heavy thing against the plastic door, sending loud bangs bouncing all over the massive interior space as he too, soon began to tire out, catching his breath as Joshua yelled in anger after looking up to see that all they had managed to do was soil the handle with sweat and grime, the impossibly sturdy door showing no signs of damage, not even a scratch on the plain transparent plastic that offered them a glimpse outside into the dark of night.

Without a window to place their hopes on though, the pair were seemingly trapped with no hope of escape, nothing that wasn’t tied down they could use as a viable weapon to better smash down the door with.

“Shit…what do we even do? Forget the game, how’re we even gonna get out of here?!”

“C-Calm down…alright…if we can’t get out, then let’s see if there's anyone else here we can look for to help out. Shitty place…what’s the point of a receptionist if they ain’t here?”

Grumbling as he stomped off down the corridor leading into the strange apartment building with Anthony following close behind, the pair would begin their exploration of the first floor, finding no other way out with how linear the path was, with only two other separate rooms leading to the men and women’s toilet, a small vent too tiny for either to fit in cycling the air with the absence of a window.

Soon enough, they arrived at a simple elevator lobby, with two separate lift’s to their left and right, studying the floor plan before shaking their heads in disbelief. Unlike the seven floor building they were familiar with, this place boasted a whopping twenty, wondering how they even missed this in the first place as they argued about how they would’ve noticed a building this tall before they even stepped foot inside.

“Ah hell, water under the bridge anyways…wanna split up? We’ll cover more ground.”

Hearing that, Anthony folded his arms over his chest, eyeing up the floor plan that showed a multitude of units on each floor, shaking his head as he voiced his concerns to his fidgety friend, who looked eager to get this all over with, his mind still on the game.

“I don’t know Josh…seems risky don’t you think? What if these people are nutty or something and pull a knife on us?”

Hearing that, Joshua burst into laughter, his wide shoulders bobbing with laughter.

“What the hell are you so concerned about man? ‘Pull a knife on us’? You gotta stop watching all those dramas before you go nutty yourself!”

Anthony didn’t even wait for him to be finished gloating before he hit the button, opening the doors before stepping into one of the open elevators, frowning as he told him off before the doors closed.

“I’ll take the top floor I guess…you have fun now…”

“Sure…try not to let anyone poke you now you hear?”

By the time Joshua had finished puffing himself up and entered his own lift before punching the button for the 10th floor, Anthony was well on his way up to the 20th now, at least these elevators were fast.

Back at the lobby though, the mysterious painting in the lobby would warp and shift, rippling like water as the lights flickered and dimmed, a bright blue glow drowning out the orange as the woman in the painting materialized from the canvas, her well proportioned body exiting the painting slowly as her feet hung a few inches off the floor, tendrils of blonde hair swirling around her body, the light of the cosmos shining within as she floated over playfully to the receptionist’s table, tabbing a hidden button beneath as she cooed her message to the patrons of her lovely establishment sleeping within.

Ladies and gentlemen~ We’ve got some high quality newcomers on their way upstairs! So do be ready to treat them with the ‘hospitality’ and ‘grace’ I'm sure you’re all familiar with by now. Do your best and good luck!

Lifting her finger off the button with the end of her announcement, the blue woman drifts back over to the painting, giggling under her breath as she dives back inside, the interference from earlier vanishing altogether as the lights regain their dominance as activity begins to stir all over the building, the residents buzzing with excitement as they eagerly awaited their guests arrival, each one hoping they would hear the knock on their own doors…

JOSHUA

With the ding of the elevator, Joshua steps out onto the pristine marble flooring, walking down the corridor before coming to his first stop, one of many doors labelled with the presumed unit number as he rapped his knuckles on the solid wood, hearing rapid footfalls of a slipper slapping against wood before the faint jingle of keys sounded, lock clicking open before his eyes met those of the occupant within, entranced by the emerald green eyes of a drop dead gorgeous woman he presumed to be in her early thirties, the thin layers of fat showing through her simple clothes with an apron draped over her front, an adorable face framed with soft locks of brown hair taking on a warm smile as she bowed her head in greeting.

“Hi there! Is there anything I can do for you?”

“Oh uhh, hi…is there anything you can do to contact the people running this place? My friend and I don’t actually live here but we’re stuck inside.”

“Ahh I see…why don’t you come inside and stay for a while? It’ll take a bit to get them on the line. You must be tuckered out, poor thing!”

Welcoming Joshua inside with a happy hum before locking the doors, Joshua shakes his head at the enticing smell of the woman’s scent as she walks in front of him, leading him into a spacious living room where a man slightly shorter than he was sat comfortably on the couch in front of a tv, a welcoming smile on his face as he caught sight of Joshua before leaning in to hear what his wife had to say, giggling as she informed her husband of Joshua’s circumstances before walking away deeper into the house to presumably contact the people in charge.

Well I can forget about getting her phone number…

“Come on over and take a seat, must be mighty unlucky getting stuck outside so late at night.”

“It’s alright sir, I’ll be fine waiting here.”

“Hah! Nonsense, it’ll be awhile till they even bother to pick up the phone. C’mon don't be shy! We won’t bite!”

On one hand, Anthony’s warning rang in his mind about nutty strangers, but from what he could see, it seemed to be a pretty normal household with a drop dead gorgeous woman living with her-handsome-husband. And they were pretty accepting to have welcomed him inside without much thought, but maybe that was a red flag in and of itself.

Despite how ordinary the place seemed to be, Joshua could feel a sense of foreboding behind it all, like it was a simple facade ready to come apart at any moment. Was he overthinking things, wiping the sweat he hadn’t realized was building off his brow, Joshua shrugged his shoulders before setting down his bag by the door, moving over to join the man on the couch.

Shit…is Anthony’s bullshit rubbing off on me? Eh, would be rude to refuse his offer…not sure he’s even willing to back down anyway.

Sidling over awkwardly, Joshua takes a seat a nice distance away from him, unsure of what to do or say as his eyes fall on the screen in front of him, catching sight of the football game he was initially pissed about being forced to miss because of this whole mess.

“Sophia tells me your name’s Joshua right? The name’s Vick…”

Reaching out to shake his hand, Joshua needed a second to register the invitation for a handshake before taking Vick’s outstretched hand in his own, a tingle running down his spine at how-smooth and cool his palm was-as he gave it a firm shake before returning his attention to the screen, not noticing the subtle veins running beneath his skin as the coarse speckled surface begins to heal over, body hair retreating slowly back under the rapidly softening hide as his nails clean themselves off any dirt, beginning to take on a sparkly pink hue.

“So you like football too eh? What team’re you betting on?”

Glancing to the side, the jock gaze lingers over the young man’s gelled back blonde hair, crimson eyes focused on the screen in front of him, his pale skin glimmering in the light as Joshua eyed his chiselled chin and broad shoulders, not a hint of excess flab to found anywhere under his shirt. He could see why-he’d make for an excellent husband. And to top it all off, he wasn’t that much older than he was…

Brushing off the tingle of jealousy running down his spine, Joshua snapped out of his reverie, muttering a quick reply to Vick who had been waiting in silence for a while, a knowing smile raising the corners of his lips..

“O-Oh! sorry uh…i’m with the Lions on this one, they’ve been doing well so far in all the matches they’ve been in, hard to see them failing now with Leon on the team tonight.”

“Huh, interesting choice…but what if I told you they’ll lose that streak in 30 minutes?”

“No way…how’re you so sure they’ll lose anyway?”

Not giving him a clear response, Vick simply shakes his head in gesture towards the screen, a silent motion to keep watching as he stared back at the ongoing game. He could see no reason why the Lions were going to fail, smirking as he felt a little bit of courage build up in his chest, but then again, what was the harm in it?

“Say…what do you think of a small bet?”

“Oh? I’m all ears…”

“If the Lion’s win, you owe me 50 bucks.”

At that, Vick smirked as his eyes took on a wicked glint, narrowing into a confident stare as he seemed to consider his words carefully, rubbing his chin slowly before clapping his hands together.

“Alright then…but if they lose, you’ll have to do one thing I ask of you, but I won’t say what till after the match concludes. If the terms sound agreeable to you, I'm game.”

One unknown thing he would ask of him…that had Joshua thinking as he pondered the decision in his mind, brow furrowing in worry as his host laughed upon seeing his concern.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to ask you to hand over your money, Sophia and I’ve already got plenty of that. So what do you say?”

Hmph, how reassuring…

Swallowing down the ball of saliva in his throat, Joshua stared back into Vick’s sharp eyes, nodding his head in agreement.

“Hahah! That’s the spirit!”

Clapping his hands down in a friendly pat on Joshua’s back, the young man had to stifle back a cry of surprise as his skin tingled at the sharp pinprick sensation of Vick’s hands going through his singlet, gasping in surprise as his lean round shoulders jolted up and down, sweat running down his retreating biceps as his spine curved slightly inward, fixing his posture as he stuck his chest out, nipples tenting the fabric as Vick seemed to grow concerned at Joshua’s shivering figure.

“Hey you alright? You’re sweating a lot…”

“I-It’s nothing…I was out at the gym earlier…just feeling tired out is all.”

“If you say so…grab yourself a cup of water if you need it, flask is yours.”

Motioning to the tabletop where a simple flask sat filled with crystal clear water, Vick returned to watching the game while Joshua wiped the sweat off his body with the handkerchief still in his pocket. Dabbing it gingerly over his aching muscles and sensitive skin, frowning as he pressed down on the region around his neck, failing to notice how much softer and well kept his hair was becoming as the steady crew cut he’d maintained for months now begins to lengthen and crawl down around his thinning neck, the dark brown hair eventually taking on a dark purple hue as the thin strands began to curl into silky spirals.

Must’ve put too much strength in my punches back there…shit they really hurt!

By the time Joshua was done wiping up the last bit of sweat, a fresh batch was already beginning to peer through the pores of his skin, sighing in frustration as he sat back on the couch, not even noticing how his previously form-fitting sports pants were leaving sizeable gaps around his slimming thighs, pulsing calves beginning to slim into slender pillars that ended in small dainty feet.

Vick’s eyes traced the curvy contours of a sizeable pair of orbs beginning to take shape on Joshua’s chest with each labored breath, obscene thoughts running wild in his head as he watched Joshua bend over to pick up the flask, taking a good swig as he watched his slim neck bulge with each run of the cool liquid down his throat, eyes lingering on his perky lips and licking his own as he eyed up the curvy body peering through the now loose, sweat soaked singlet. His height advantage giving him an eyeful of cleavage that only served to tease his lean belly free from ugly muscle as the singlet tented over the D-cup breasts that had slowly grown from Joshua’s chiseled chest.

“You’re looking delicious already…”

“W-What did you say?”

“I said it’s already looking like the Lion’s will lose, we’re almost at the thirty minute mark now.”

Looking back at the screen while not paying the new gentle soprano that escaped his own lips any mind, Joshua couldn’t believe it when he saw the camera focus in on Leon, the Lion’s star player tripping mid-run while pursuing the ball, leaving the team wide open as the opposing Eagle’s managed to get the last goal in, winning their much needed goal at the last second as the screen filled with the final score of 4-5.

He had lost the bet.

“But…how?”

Falling back over the couch in defeat, Joshua sighed as he heard Vick’s triumphant laughter ring out beside him, looking back over to him with an annoyed look and a soft pout on his lips as he tucked a long lock of raven black hair behind his ears with a dainty finger, watching as he rose off the couch to pour himself a congratulatory drink from the bottle of expensive wine lying on the table.Turning his gaze over to a drastically altered Joshua who still seemed unaware of just how much he had changed over the last 30 minutes.

“Call it intuition dear…since it’s my win, you ready to hear what I have in store for you?”

Frowning at how smug the man sounded, Joshua scoffed as he unconsciously huddled his knees together in a feminine manner fidgeting nervously in his seat as Vick’s stare continued to bore down into him. Not minding the feminine word he’d used to address him as he struggled to keep his gaze averted, wondering why he couldn’t seem to not stare at the-hunky stud looking at him with those piercing eyes of his. He was just so damn hot to look at!

“J-Just say it already, gosh!”

“Be my slave…and strip yourself bare.”

He almost couldn’t believe it as the words graced his ears, but as he stared deeper into those crimson orbs of his, Joshua knew he hadn’t heard wrong as he clutched at his chest in disbelief. Feeling creeped out as the room began to take on a strange suffocating atmosphere, the warm lighting taking on an otherworldly violet hue as the screen broadcasting the match begins to flicker.

“W-what?! But that’s bullsh-”

“You heard me slave; strip.”

“No! I…Yes master…”

The way Vick said the last words with a commanding tone entranced Joshua, an invisible presence gripping ahold of his mind as the light in his eyes dim, shivering in hesitation as his hands grasp the hem of his soggy singlet, raising the oversized thing over his body and feeling two heavy weights on his chest pressing down, making it difficult to remove the singlet as it chafes against the soft flesh, hooking around twin nubs of hard aching flesh as a faint pink glow emanates through the fabric until it gives way with a wet pop.

Tossing the wet clothes to the floor, Joshua slowly rises to his feet off the couch, now barely tall enough to see past Vick’s broad shoulders as he breathed heavily in panic, arms on auto-pilot drifting down to his handlebar hips, brushing past the sensitive pair of firm, perky balloons that had replaced his trained abs, hardened muscle subsumed for soft fat and creamy skim tipped with sore pink nipples hardening in the cool air with a raunchy heart shaped brand glowing ominously on her breast, pulsing with life.

But before he can pull down the loose sports pants barely clinging on to his hips, the vibration from the phone still in his pocket jolts him still, a slight frown breaking the lifeless expression on the mature lady's picturesque face that had subsumed Joshua’s own.

“S-Someone’s…c-calling me?”

“Silly girl, someone’s got the wrong number is all, just drop the phone, and it’ll be alright.”

“But it could be impo-”

“Drop it…”

“Of course, Master…”

Sighing in resignation as the crease leaves his brow before the lifeless stare returns, Joshua’s phone falls to the floor with a loud crack, silencing the interruption before the pants follow suit, crumpling in a heap alongside damp underwear before slender feet kick them away, leaving Joshua entirely naked and helpless before Vick, whistling in approval at what he sees before clicking his tongue in disgust at the tiny flap of skin and flesh left dangling between Joshua’s fattened thighs, a puffy slit beneath leaking hot fluids down sculpted legs, not a hint of ever having hit the gym once with how smooth and curvaceous she had become.

Instead of the jock that had entered his home 30 minutes earlier, Vick was staring at a voluptuous young hermaphrodite presenting herself willingly to him, walking slow circles around her as his hand wandered over her perfect body; kneading a breast, teasing her heart shaped ass, tracing the contours of her toned belly before coming back around, tilting her head backward as he inspected her features before leaning in. Joshua’s lips parted automatically, allowing Vick to slide his tongue down her throat as she groaned into his mouth, her brow furrowing in instinctual disgust as what little remained of the man inside her wanted to throw up.

Fucking asshole…I’ll wipe that smile off his face!

But it was a losing battle, he wanted nothing more than to beat the smug pale asshole to a pulp, but his body had other plans in mind, doing it’s hardest to force his struggling mind into submission as it ground it’s limp crotch against Vick’s leg, leaking precum from the manhood that served as a physical representation of Joshua’s dwindling identity, the tiny balloons that were his testicles long having slurped back up inside a dribbling slit, reforming into fresh ovaries that began to pump estrogen, making it that much harder to focus as his memories began to slip away. Everything from the faces of his parents to the life he’d led up till now fading to nothing as his clenched fists relax, the embers of Joshua’s rage going out alongside his own name, giving in to her lover's kiss as her tongue wrapped willingly around his.

Jerking her head back as the last flickers of resistance are snuffed out with a gentle moan escaping her lips, sopping wet thighs shuffling in maddened lust with the withdrawal of her pathetic manhood, now a tiny nub of nerves lying snugly in a warm coat of flesh atop her pussy. Joshua was no longer in control, a woman with no identity born from his twisted essence standing lifelessly in Vick’s embrace, parting her lips from his with a string of saliva between them, a vapid stare on her face while awaiting her next command with each pulse from the thrall brand on her heaving breast reflecting in her glassy eyes, a reminder of the role she was more than happy to play in this new life of hers.

“You turned out just fine my dear…now, what say we give you a test run hm?”

“Of course, Master…”

Nodding her head in agreement while watching Vick strip down to nothing, a rosy warmth on her cheeks as her eyes took in his strong muscles and lean slender physique, feeling a kick in her womb while growing extra moist as her gaze settled on his impressive member, swallowing in excitement as she eyed Vick’s dick sticking straight up in the air invitingly as he laid back down on the couch.

She didn’t need a word to understand what her master wanted her to do as she strode over with a sway in her step, slinking over the couch with an ingrained knowledge of how to use her lithe body implanted within her aiding in balancing herself as she readied her aching pussy over Vick’s waiting member, breathing heavily as her precum drooled over her master’s hardened mast.

Struggling to hold her composure as she felt the head of Vick’s penis peel apart her lips before impaling her in one fell swoop with a throaty moan echoing around the room, the slave bounces up and down off her master’s girthy rod, stablizing herself over Vick’s chest as she wiggled her hips in the hopes of lodging the warm dick inside her even deeper as her eyes begin to take on a violet glow, excitement building in her chest as she felt Vick’s hand squeeze a teat before running down the contours of her body, pressing down firmly with the wet sound of flesh slapping against flesh as her butt lands on Vick’s thighs, tossing her head back in ecstasy as she feels her womb surrender to the relentless thrust of her master’s iron cock.

“You’re so much better than I-hngh-hoped for…the Lady certainly wasn’t lying when it came to your performance!”

Hearing the words of praise made the young woman feel a sense of worth she hadn’t felt in a long time, clutching a hand to her breast as she smiled for her master, arching her back as she kept herself busy by grinding the shivering hips now planted firmly into Vick’s groin, uttering her thanks in the most dignified voice she could muster.

“I-It means the world to me hear you say that Master! I-ahn! Am so happy to be your slave!”

“Hrmm, you need a proper name dear, slave is simply too crude for a beauty such as yourself…”

A name! Now that sent shivers of excitement running down her back as she leaned into Vick’s hardened body, feeling her breasts squish under her as she wrapped her slender arms around her master’s broad shoulders, feeling his grip tighten around her plump thighs as she squirmed, the overwhelming heat in her belly tingling with pent up energy. Bracing herself for what she knew was coming next as her innards tightened around Vick’s member.

“How does-hngh-Maria sound dear? You will serve as my second wife, whatever you wish in life I will grant to you, as long as you stay by my side for all eternity…”

“Oh Master! You don’t need to ask a thing of me! I’m more than happy to take my place…by your side! Just like Mistress Sophia!”

“Well said Maria, then…have your reward!”

Screaming in pure joy, the newly christened Maria makes sure to push her lower half into her husband, eyes consumed by violet corruption as her husband’s demonic essence floods her wanting womb, caking her innards in piping hot spunk as leathery wings burst from her lower half, fluttering weakly in the air as her arms fly up to her head, giggling in pain as her eyes roll up in response to the searing pain engulfing her skull, mixing with the white hot orgasm wracking her body to render Maria a bubbling mess as cruel horns tear through both sides of her head, the glow in her eyes stabilizing into a crest as she regains her composure. The vow between succubus and daemon secured with her husband’s crest firmly etched into her very being.

“Looks like I missed the fun~ How is she dear?”

Sophia, who by now had already returned to the living room, was dressed in vastly different attire than her previous modest housewife getup; the succubus sporting an erotic see-through set of lingerie that only served to show off her body rather than covering anything up, thin straps and tight stockings cinching her plump body in all the right places, a tight choker around her neck trailing pink string over her pert breasts with an open slit over her groin for easy access to her privates, coated in a neatly parted lane of pubes compared to Maria’s gentle slope as she giggled while manifesting her own matching set of naughty nightwear, nibbling on a condom her fellow bedmate had slipped into her mouth from the many spare ones lining her panties as she made space for Sophia to join in on the fun. A similar thrall brand to Maria glowing over her plump belly as she leaned in to clean up her husband’s still erect pecker after it had slipped free from Maria’s needy pussy, a trail of cum leaking out of her spasming lower lips as she watched Sophia, taking mental notes from her senior as she observed the experienced succubus slurp up all the excess cum in one flick of her dexterous tongue.

“You might almost say ‘heavenly’ Sophia…but there's always room for more in our house of debauchery, don’t you agree Maria?”

Nodding with a muffled sound escaping her mouth still clamped tight around the condom, Vick prepared himself for round two with his wives as he wrapped his arms lovingly around their waists, eliciting soft giggles from the two succubi as they crawled over to engage their husband together, twin spade tipped tails swaying excitedly in the air as the girls got to work.

As the echoes of the women roiling in bliss and ecstasy bounce down the halls, riling up the neighbours over their stolen prey, elsewhere in the apartment building, the last remaining human would soon find himself at odds with the less than friendly and definitely inhuman inhabitants that lay in wait on the upper floors…

ANTHONY

“Strange…why isn’t he picking up? Signal should still be getting through in this place…”

After trying and failing for the fourth time to reach Joshua’s line, Anthony pockets his phone before continuing down the long hallway that made up the 18th floor.

“Shit…if the ones below are as deranged as the ones up here, wonder what Joshua’s dealing with right now…hope he’s alright.”

After his brief but uncomfortable encounter with the strange inhabitants of the many flats from the 20th floor down who seemed a bit too eager to welcome him inside. From old geezers to strange women radiating a dangerous aura, Anthony was beginning to doubt the idea of getting help from the people who lived here, hoping for the best as he walked down the comparatively ordinary hall of the 18th, noticing no eyes peering through cracks in the doors as he ignored the first few.

Until Anthony comes across an open door, the ebony wood lying open invitingly with the interior being well lit and covered over in victorian era decor, soft velvet matting coating the floor and walls as Anthony raised a wary hand, knocking on the door slowly as he called out for the homeowner after noticing a pair of expensive red heels lying by the entrance.

“H-Hello?! Is anyone home? I need help here!”

“Hi~ I’m so sorry to bother you but if you could please leave your shoes outside and make yourself comfortable, I’ll be with you shortly!”

Anthony jumped as he heard the disembodied voice reply to him, he almost hadn’t expected anyone to be home, much less a voice that sounded so sweet and lovely when he compared it to the cast of weirdos he had seen so far, imagining the features of the unknown beauty in his mind as he wiggled his sneakers off his feet, keeping his socks on as he set food into the house.

“Alright then! I’m coming-BANG-...in?”

Turning around slowly with the loud bang of the heavy door slamming shut behind him, Anthony begins to feel panic rising in his chest as he scrambled to the handle, tugging and pulling with all his might to no avail. After the struggle earlier at the lobby coupled with the hours wringing himself dry at the gym, Anthony could barely muster the strength to conjure a punch, already able to tell with how weighty and sturdy the door was that it couldn’t be done.

And to make things worse, the entire household plunges into darkness as the click of a switch somewhere in the house signalled the power being cut, a ghostly blue haze from what little moonlight poured in from the cracks of the curtains overlaid over everything as Anthony walked away from the door, whipping out his cellphone before even that too, began to flicker in his grip, until no more light shone from the glass with the power mysteriously sapped from the batteries, a ghostly laugh echoing down from somewhere deeper inside the house..

“F-Fuck me! The hell is this place?”

His inner animal told him to run and hide while hoping for the best, alarms and bells triggered by the sinister presence he could feel watching him the moment darkness had consumed the place. Whatever it was, it knew he was there, and Anthony swallowed hard as he immediately swooped into the doorway on his right, hoping to find himself something to defend himself with as he comes across a kitchen, opening shelves to find an array of knives and choppers, all covered in ornate designs with their handles embossed with carvings and gemstones. But his eyes were looking at which blade could offer reach and offense as he eventually settled for a long blade with a tapering edge that glimmered in the light.

Here goes nothing…that idiot better be prepared for a beating when I'm done with this!

Setting off into the house, Anthony frowned as he eyed the strangely immense flat, rubbing his head as he tried to work out the mental gymnastics to make the whole thing work. But after what just happened with the doors slamming shut, power going out and the strange people that lived here, Anthony had to accept that whatever was happening here wasn't 'natural' in any way shape or form. The hand that held the knife trembled as the thought crossed his mind, muttering to himself under his breath.

"Is a knife even gonna cut it here?"

Coming across an empty bedroom, Anthony steps inside slowly, scanning all corners of the room to find nothing lurking in the darkened interior, moving swiftly and silently as he searched all over for a breaker, something that could help him get out if the trap he had fallen into before whoever or whatever had sprung it decided to show up.

You’re finally here~

Spinning around at the sound of the woman's voice from earlier ringing out from somewhere in the room, Anthony thrust the knife out in front of him in an act of blind defense, fear and nerves reducing the muscular man to a shivering mess that lashed out blindly In the hopes of living another day. Only to find nothing as he swung at a ghostly figure he had imagined to be right behind him.

Over here silly!

By the time his eyes caught sight of the ghostly image of a pale woman, something had taken ahold of Anthony’s body, freezing up once his gaze finished taking in the bodacious figure of the woman in the mirror, rising up her thick thighs, handlebar hips, pert breasts until they met the woman’s vibrant eyes, feet locking up as the hand holding the deadly weapon let’s go, his frenzied grip relaxing as the blade falls to the floor, swallowing as he watched the velvet matting consume the weapon like candy, the gash in the fabric sealing up behind the last of the polished wood sinking into the floor.

“W-What the hell is this place? Who, what are you?!”

Anthony wanted to run, but the chill that ran through him when his eyes had met the ghostly reflection left him immobile, frozen mid turn and defenseless, only able to look around as cold beads of sweat poured down his brow. Behind the facade of a sexy babe, Anthony could sense the dangerous aura of an apex predator as she began to approach the mirror, pale silver hair tied back into a bundle glowing in the moonlight lending her the air of an angel.

Except she was anything but and most definitely not human as she shot an innocent smile at Anthony, giving him a good view of her fang like incisors jutting down from her upper jaw concealed neatly between her ordinary teeth, and she most certainly didn’t see him as a human being. Giggling playfully as she leaned into the mirror as if she could reach through at any moment to join Anthony on his side.

Why so eager to run? You should be honoured you know? Happy even; for you get to serve as the next vessel for my return to the material world! Much better than being some filthy daemon’s whore or a lab rat for a witch now don’t you agree?

“The hell are you on about you crazy bitch?! Just let me go! I don’t wanna be your ‘vessel’ or whatever the hell that means!”

Ah~ But who said I was giving you a choice? I was going to let this be a simple process y’know? But since you don’t know your place, I think some punishment is in order no?

Before Anthony can protest further, the pale woman raises her slender arm up to her face, gesturing a zip-it motion across her face as Anthony finds himself doing the same. Only made worse when he realizes he can no longer open his mouth to speak or yell, muffled sounds escaping his pursed lips as she beckons him forward with another gesture, finding himself unable to refuse as he moves closer towards the mirror. Until he soon stood face to face with the reviled entity trapped behind the glass.

With another raised hand, Anthony found himself following the woman’s every move as she moved her hands across her body, undoing straps and ribbons, letting her naughty nightwear fall down around her as Anthony tossed his black shirt aside, breathing hard as he struggled to fight her influence while watching the show she was putting on, winking as she slipped her panties off her slender legs while watching him do the same with his trousers and undies, leaving both stark naked and staring at each other’s privates, a dismayed look crossing her face as she eyed Anthony’s engorged member.

It’s almost a shame that will have to go but no matter, there will be plenty of opportunities to make do afterwards. For now, we become one!

Gazing down at her body in a fond manner as if to say goodbye, the woman raises her arm up to press down against the glass with Anthony’s right hand rising in sync, hesitantly pressing down on the ice cold glass despite his mind screaming at his body to obey his commands.

I’ll be seeing you very soon my dear body~

Watching in awe as the solid surface begins to ripple like the surface of a disturbed lake with the fading of the woman’s last words, Anthony wouldn’t have much time left to admire the view as the effect begins to spread up the hand still placed on the mirror, unable to fight back as he watched his calloused fingers heal over into dainty digits, the muscles in his arms bubbling up before fading away, leaving behind tender flesh wrapped in porcelain smooth skin free of hair and sporting the same deathly pale coloration the woman in the mirror had.

S-Shit! She's turning me into her!

Despite knowing the ultimate fate that awaited him, Anthony could do nothing but remain frozen, all alone as the reflection of the woman in the mirror fades away completely underneath the rippling glass, the transformation having consumed his bulky biceps and broad shoulders, leaving behind a supples branch for an arm and a petite round shoulder that connected nicely to a slim neckline and petite torso. A groan forced out of his still sealed lips as pressure begins to build in his core, before exploding outwards into a globular pair of natural double-D’s that were as heavy as they looked, feeling his back scream in protest as it snapped inward, thrusting his assets outward while sticking his rear out behind him while the ripple worked on his trained abs, twisting the muscle and toned flesh into thick rotund layers of baby fat that rolled up nicely around newly widened hips.

By now, Anthony was beginning to feel like he was in the wrong body altogether with how heavy and curvaceous he was becoming, the satisfying sensation of feeling the air brush by his legs during a run now lost to him as he felt newly fattened thighs rub together even as he stood, hating the pleasant feeling it sent through him as the new sensitive skin spread downward, replacing his muscular calves with fragile pillars as his feet cracked and snapped under the mirror’s influence into ones more fitting of his new diminutive stature.

He didn’t need to look down to realize what had happened to the manhood he was once so proud of after feeling the strange gurgling in his rotund belly and the awkward sensation of the thing rubbing his innards as it went back up inside him where the pudgy vulva lips now stood, crowned with a generous bush of silver pubes.

As the ripples in the glass cleared, Anthony now sported the body of the woman in the mirror, giving him a comical effect when combined with the fact that he still retained his face and hair as his dainty hands fell away from the mirror. Horrified at the fact that aside from his disembodied head floating in the air, there was no reflection to get a better look at his changed body with how his pendulous breasts blocked his view.

But he wasn’t the one in control.

Anthony would barely have time to react as a soft palm rose to grab at his face, muffled screams emanating as a cold dark sensation spread across his eyes, nose, ears, anything that served as an entrypoint was invaded by his own rippling flesh as the womanly arm clasped tightly over the transfiguring face of Anthony, beginning to knead like a practiced masseur as the flesh began to change, rough gelled hair tumbling down around him in long curtains of black as a silver pale hue begins to spread from the roots beneath a softening scalp. The other hand that had lain dormant until now begins to busy itself by diving down into the inviting gash between Anthony’s legs as they buckle and twitch at the sudden shock of having his, or rather her clit stimulated by sharp nails and gentle fingers as they pushed into the sopping wet innards of her virgin vagina.

Mmm~ I haven’t had a virgin in so long~ Can’t wait for someone to pop my cherry all over aga-innoo! I need to…get out of here…and find Josh-hhua? Who's that? If he's worthy, we could fuck hi-sstop messing with my hea-dd! Quiet down and fade away boy, soon you won’t even realize who’s in charge!

With a mind shattering orgasm rocking her body after one final stroke of her twitchy clitoris, Anthony would fall to a knee, her flowing mane of silver hair tying itself neatly into a braid around her head as the tips curl into silky smooth locks, a soaking wet finger rising up to probe at the warping skin that composed her featureless face, the last portion remaining to complete her transformation as a gash widens in the skin, the borders forming into buttery smooth lips that shone with the light of youth, a rosy blush forming on her cheeks as her eager tongue wrapped around her cum stained fingers, a sing song soprano filling the air with a lovely moan as lengthy lashes fluttered in the wake of wide gentle eyes that creased with need as the hand that had once crushed Anthony’s face into mush drifted down to her milk filled teats, squeezing and pinching as she quickly came, a quick jet of cum shooting out of her vagina as the pleasures of the flesh assaulted her mind once more as it slowly dominated the host she had subsumed, the memories and experiences of Anthony becoming her own as the former human soon lost himself in Amira’s memories.

Compared to her, Anthony was but a single drop of water in an immense lake that composed her very essence, washing away and breaking down in the river of countless memories and experiences until nothing was left besides the newly awakened Vampire as she rose groggily to her feet, spinning around in joy as she hummed a happy tune, the mirror now lying empty as Amira moved over to her dresser, pulling out her favourite nightwear she hadn’t worn in so long as she took in the sensation of the silky linen stockings sliding up her legs, giggling as she played with the straps of the lingerie, sighing as she felt the tight fabric slap into her flesh, cinching her tight butt as it sunk into her, giving her loins a good rub as she finished clasping the straps around her shoulders. Smiling as she slipped the form fitting gloves up her arms, jumping up and down in giddy excitement as she loved the way her body felt. It was nothing like existing in the ethereal plane. With a flesh and blood body in her possession once more, Amira fully enjoyed the weight or moving her arms and the tickle of her clothes and hair against her skin.

“Yay~ It’s been so, so long! Thank the Mistress for sending a smart one this time!”

But with her rebirth, came the lethargy as she soon lost feeling in her legs, toppling over into a heap on the velvet cushioned couch as a rose tipped beret falls over the demure maiden’s head, the dim light of the moon refracting around the crimson glass and vivid red furniture to bath Amira in a subtle blood red glow as she soon drifted off into a deep slumber. Despite how happy and excited she was, even Vampires like her needed their beauty sleep.

Once she woke up though, the ravenous bloodsucker had plans to indulge herself in the finer things downstairs at the high class cafe. Wondering if they still served blood infused Earl Grey while grabbing some lovely cheesecake to go along with it. Just how she liked it.

And if there were any eye-catching studs that caught her eye, maybe taking them back all drunk and tuckered out for a good time wasn’t so bad…

THE END