In the year 18XX, there stood a castle in the middle of a vast Romanian forest. At the time, it was the dwelling of a bloodsucking creature of the night named Lucinda. The vampire hunter Isabella arrived to make sure that wouldn’t be the case for much longer.

 With a solid 6.5/10 landing from one of the castle’s many windows, Isabella entered the labyrinthine lair. She patted herself down as a quintuple check that all her gear was with her as she scanned the room for any threats. Her heart raced for more than one reason. On one hand, she was biting off more than she could chew by invading the home of a vampire. On the other hand, this particular encounter was personal. Isabella had a run-in with Lucinda before, one in which she had barely escaped with her life… and didn’t escape with any of her clothes. In terms of looks, Lucinda was far from Nosferatu in terms of vampires: her big, inviting eyes, her luscious lips, her long but powerful legs, and her pronounced bosom, jiggling and bouncing in the illumination of the moonlight-

Isabella slapped herself and shook her head. “Focus! You know why you’re here!” She took stock of all her vampire-hunting equipment once again. She had her crossbow at the ready, a pouch with some garlic, some holy water, a whip for style… and that was about it. Maybe she could have come with a few more tools, but she looked great in her outfit and she wasn’t about to let that go to waste.

Now that everything was in order, she set about slinking through the gothic paradise of Lucinda’s lair. Isabella quickly found herself lost in the castle, turning down random corridors in hopes that she might stumble on Lucinda sleeping right next to a wooden stake or perhaps in a bath that she could pour her holy water into, but she only ran into mindless undead servants. She elected to simply ignore them, not wanting to cause a ruckus by disturbing their mindless tasks.

Before long, Isabella found herself worn out. It was already a long hike up to the castle, and now she was aimlessly wandering around with no end in sight.

“Maybe she’s not even home…” She mused to herself, “Ugh, stupid sexy vampire, why’d you have to bother me… Least you could do is show yourself.”

The huntress turned around to the sight of a pair of upside-down boobs floating in front of her. She tilted her head. Then, Lucinda’s equally upside-down face floated up into view.

“Well, here I am!”

“Ghhhkksksssaaaah!” Isabella’s body seemed to jerk in every direction at once as a strange noise escaped her throat. Her hand shot up in a random direction and pulled the trigger of her crossbow, causing its bolt to fly straight out an open window. She wildly flailed her whip in motions that caused it to limply slap across the ground a few times. This continued for about three seconds before she had adequate distance between herself and Lucinda, then she pointed the empty crossbow right at the floating vampiress.

They simply stared at each other for a few seconds, Isabella with a wavering determination and Lucinda with a bemused smirk, until Isabella worked up the courage to break the ice. “Why are you upside down?”

“I was admiring your ass,” uttered the deep voice of the creature of the night, “I liked the way it was swaying as you walked through my castle.” She flipped herself midair as casually as she flirted.

Isabella felt her face get warmer. She wasn’t expecting the vampire to be just as flirty with a crossbow pointed at her… Well, an unloaded crossbow. She hoped Lucinda wouldn’t notice.

“Well… demon…” It wasn’t exactly the most accurate description, but it was something Isabella thought a vampire hunter might say, “You were staring at the ass of your doom… The… The one who will be your doom. The ass of her.”

“Oh my!” Lucinda mocked, “I’d be very threatened if you weren’t so adorable with those cute toys of yours. Tell me, do you like toys in the bedroom as much as you do during your little 'hunts'?”

Isabella couldn’t believe it. She wasn’t taking this seriously at all! “You’ll see how much of a toy this whip is! Kyah!” With a flick, she snapped the whip right at Lucinda’s floating form!

With the ease of a shark twisting in the water to pursue its prey, Lucinda ducked under the whip and, in the same motion, grabbed and yanked it away. It flew right out of Isabella’s sweaty palms, landing somewhere down the hall out of Isabella’s reach. She stared into the space that the whip hand landed, then moved her gaze back to Lucinda, who was now floating just a few feet in front of and above her face. Her smirk was noticeably more malicious now.

“Heh… eh heh… If I could just… slide past you and get that, I can be on my way and-“

Before Isabella could even react, Lucinda grabbed her wrists in each hand and lifted her arms up over her head, raising her to her tiptoes. “But Isabella dear, we’ve hardly even begun to have fun!”

“I-I’m actually all funned out for the night so if you could just let go, th-that would be great!” Isabella squeaked. Despite her protests, Lucinda held on, and as she did, she began to chant some sort of spell at Isabella. The would-be huntress could only look on and try to pull her hands free. Lucinda finished chanting, then released her quarry from her grasp.

Isabella fell back and assumed a defensive stance, massaging one of her wrists. “W-What did you just do?!”

“Ah, you’ll see very, very soon…” Lucinda teased.

Isabella took quick inventory over herself. She wasn’t on fire, she didn’t feel hypnotized, all her skin was still on… As she tried to figure it out, she went to snatch a knife strapped to the side of her boot. It was her one last weapon to defend herself, but she noticed as she grabbed it that it was a bit harder to yank out of its sheath than normal. Then, she noticed a tightness in her chest, then all over her body, lightly constricting her.

Lucinda tilted her head in an amused manner. “Ah, I meant to cast that shrink spell on you, not your clothes…”

Isabella took a moment to register, then flashed a smug grin. “Heh, guess these enchanted garbs really worked out! Your foul magic was simply absorbed by my righteous threads! Ha! Haaah…”

Her gloating was cut short by a shortness of breath. The constriction was really starting to intensify, squeezing her chest, legs, and arms. “I-I… O-One sec!”

Contorting her body to try to deal with the discomfort, Isabella tried to keep a straight face. It didn’t last long. Her thighs were being squeezed out from underneath her thigh-high boots, and the fabric of her top felt like it would tear straight through any moment. Not to mention she was starting to experience quite the wedgie as her leotard shrank around and into the curves of her body.

With a deep breath of air, Isabella took her dagger and swiftly cut along the seams of her outfit, slicing it open and freeing herself from the restrictive tightness. The shreds of the enchanted garment fell around her as she heaved the interior night air of the castle. It took her a few seconds of catching her breath before realizing that she was now standing buck-naked in front of her foe with nothing hiding her shame. She reactively covered her breasts with one arm and pointed the dagger at the vampire with the other, her face going beet-red all the while.

“N-N-Nice try, d-demon! Your s-spells won’t work on-“

Cutting Isabella short, Lucinda had just finished chanting another spell and directing it at the naked huntress before her. Isabella stood stunned, hardly able to process that she had been hit with another attack.

“There we go, I think that one really stuck,” Lucinda mused, “I’ve been undying to try this one out.”

“Wha-…?” Isabella’s tough girl act gave way to exasperated confusion, “What did you do to me this time?!”

“You seemed so tough and hard, I simply made you a bit softer, dear…” Lucinda floated just outside of Isabella’s reach, playfully dancing in the air.

“B-Back off! I’m as hard as they come! I’m warning you!” Isabella swung her dagger at Lucinda. The vampire’s airborne waltz shifted tone immediately to a forceful sway. Lucinda grabbed both of Isabella arms and pinned them to a nearby wall, causing Isabella’s weapon to clatter to the floor. Isabella winced, and Lucinda pressed her hands into hers, mashing them palm to palm, finger to finger against the wall. She only did so for a moment, then pulled away.

Isabella caught her breath, then put up her dukes. Her dukes flopped downward at the ends of her arms. She did a double take at her hands; somehow, they had been reduced to merely a fourth of their normal depth! Hardly able to understand what was happened, she flopped them around like pieces of cloth. “Uhm… what?”

“Wonderful! The soft body spell is working exactly as advertised!” Lucinda chirped. She made a swift sweeping motion with her hand, which caused the rug Isabella was standing on to zip out from under her. Contrary to a tablecloth being pulled from under a stack of glasses, Isabella instantly tumbled onto her back. Wasting no time, the vampire floated herself mere inches above Isabella’s prone body as she recovered. Lucinda made sure that their two bodies were relatively lined up, and then allowed gravity to pull her back down toward Isabella, creating a vampire and floor sandwich with Isabella filling squished in between.

“Nnngh!” grunted Isabella, “Y-You won’t get away- mmph!”

Lucinda once again interrupted Isabella, but this time with a sudden lip lock. Isabella was only able to resist for a moment before giving in. The kiss felt better than it had any right to be. It took her back to the night she first met Lucinda, assuming she was just a busty goth woman at the local tavern before taking her back to her home. Her lips were softer and more enticing than any mortal woman’s she had felt, and tasting them again only left her hungry for more. From that night on, she knew she needed to find Lucinda again, and… and… do something to her. Her mind was hazy, but she was pretty sure it was a four-letter word.

Suddenly, the mounting pressure across Isabella’s body was a concern to her. Lucinda wasn’t just pressing herself into her, she was really, really pressing herself into her. She was caught in a vice-like grip between the cold, hard floor and the soft, supple skin of Lucinda pressing her from above. She whimpered through the kiss, confused both by her emotions and by the physical sensation. Being flattened out was a titillating mix of having all the tension in her muscles squeezed out of her and having her body unnaturally shaped into a new form, with a heaping helping of sensual pleasure to boot.

In fact, that last thing seemed to be increasing the more she got compressed. As her body was reduced to the less than half its normal thickness, she found a climatic conclusion getting exponentially closer. Isabella’s breathing became rapid and shallow, and before she knew it, she felt herself buck under Lucinda’s hold (though it was more of a flop than a buck). Lucinda could tell what had just happened, and she lifted herself off the still whimpering Isabella.

The vampire took a moment to admire her handiwork. She had pinned her twitching prey to the floor, her arms and legs raised up in an act of submission. On top of that, Isabella had been squished downward, her body caving into the pressure like soft clay. Isabella panted through a partially compressed mouth, trying to catch her breath after the rollercoaster of feelings she had just gone through. Her face was smushed in lopsidedly, as the rest of her body had been. It was a result of Lucinda’s body unevenly pressing into the clay-like girl, but Lucinda had something in mind to make things a bit more even.

“My, my, what a mess you’ve made,” Lucinda scolded, shifting her eyes down to the wet spot Isabella had just left on the floor, “Don’t you know that good rugs are supposed to keep things from spilling on the floor?”

“R-Rug…?” Isabella’s eyes were slightly crossed until she corrected them. “Hey! I-I’m not a rug!”

“No. That’s what you are now. Just a rug for me to step all over. I think it’s a lot more suiting for someone of your caliber. Really fits your level of dignity. Now…” Lucinda once again started casting one of her spells. This time, an object materialized out of thin air. Isabella finished the spell and a translucent cylinder appeared in the air above Isabella. She telepathically moved the cylinder to its side, directly at Isabella’s feet. “Normally I just use this for cooking, but it can be used for other types of dough too.” Without further ado, she pressed the conjured roller into Isabella’s feet, pinching them into a tight grip once again. Then, with a simple flourish of her hand, she urged the cylinder to roll forward.

“Nngh! What are you doiiiiin-! Aaaahn!” Isabella’s train of thought came crashing to a halt as the roller slowly rolled its way up her groin, crushing it flatter and applying an ample amount of pressure to the very sensitive area. Her tongue lolled out from the carnal pleasure of it crushing her sensitive body. She couldn’t hide how she felt, like she was practically made to be squished out like this. She didn’t even have the sense of mind to close her mouth as the merciless Lucinda rolled over her face, smoothing out those bumps from before.

Once Lucinda rolled all the way across Isabella’s body, she figured she might as well roll over her again to really smooth out any deformities, and then a third time just for fun. By the end, Isabella had been reduced to a flat sheet on the floor. Her body was uniformly about as thin as cardboard with her features splayed across the smooth surface of her skin. The smooshing had spread her mass out a bit, allowing her to cover much of the hallway she had been flattened in. It was as Lucinda said: she was now just a living rug.

To break in her new flooring, Lucinda took the liberty of landing on top of Isabella. She squelched onto the plush surface of the fleshy rug, pleased with how it felt on her feet.

“Ah, lovely! Much more pleasant to stomp all over than the hard wood, wouldn’t you say?” She taunted her newly acquired property as she paced across her.

Isabella let out some sounds partway between whimpers and grunts, unable to form words with her mouth stuck as a two-dimensional decal on her surface. It was clear that the sounds were filled with longing, but it was hard to tell how much it was longing to be restored and how much was longing to be trampled even more.

Lucinda laughed. “Ah, but that is almost too pathetic! Must be quite surprising to find yourself in this position, considering what you came here to do in the first place…”

Isabella squeaked out a response. Lucinda was happy with how pitiful it sounded. She nearly felt bad for the useless sheet of a woman beneath her feet… But she was a vampire after all, and what was life without a little bit of fun now and again. She strode across the length of Isabella, causing Isabella to feel the high-heeled stomps across the length of her floppy form.

After a bit more testing, Lucinda felt that she had had enough fun for the time. She walked down to the end of the hallway and turned back around to address her new addition.

“Well, rug, I’m afraid I have more important things to do than stomp around on some silly little carpet. But don’t worry, we’ll see each other again soon,” Lucinda teased, “Oh, and don’t worry about fitting in either. You’ll look perfect with the rest of the décor!”

Lucinda cackled and turned down the hallway, her voice trailing off soon after she vanished from sight. Isabella was left defeated and embarrassed, her vampire-hunting body squashed down to a horny parody of her former self. She was relieved to be free from the humiliating treatment, and yet, there was still an ache between her legs for more. Her sensitive body twitched in half-hearted attempts to lift herself from the floor, but she already knew it was pointless. For as long as Lucinda wanted, she was stuck as a rug. As she stared up at the ceiling, an intrusive thought popped into her head.

“So… does this mean we’ll have a third date?”