Published: Jun 16, 2024
CW: Themes of blood and death.
My one hundred and twenty-eighth caption, finally featuring a long-awaited Vampire TG. I honestly can't believe it took me this long to do a Vampire, but here we are. I also experimented with using different fonts for different characters, so please make sure to tell me if you like it or not.
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A few weeks ago, I went on a hiking trip with my friends through the Appalachians, wanting to trek through the wilderness and experience the clear, cool air the mountains had to offer. After we had set up camp and eaten dinner, I was woken up in my tent by a sharp, painful pinch in my neck. Immediately awake, a bat began flying around me in circles, making no noise and seeming rather interested in the wound it had created. Using my pillow, I managed to knock it out of my tent, and checked my neck to find… nothing at all. No bite marks, no blood, nothing. Dismissing the brief, hectic event as a fluke, I made sure my tent was properly sealed before slipping back into a somewhat less-peaceful slumber, my head beginning to fill with strange, foreign thoughts. I dismissed them as mere bad dreams.
The first week back home, my life carried on more-or-less as usual. I woke up at 6AM, went to work from 7AM to 4PM, grabbed a bite to eat, then went home. However, as the hours dragged on, those same “dreams'' continued to gnaw at the back of my brain, making me crave something meaty and… bloody. I finally gave into this urge that Friday, going to a local steakhouse with my friends and ordering a steak as rare as they could possibly make it. As soon as it arrived, I practically tore into it like a wild dog, barely bothering to cut it and ignoring my side of mashed potatoes as I swallowed it in whole chunks, even going so far as to lick the bloody juices directly off the plate. My friends were… shocked by this display, and were further confused as I ordered a second one, and repeated the act. As the juices traveled down my throat, it felt like a drink of warm water. Somewhat satisfying, but not something that would be your first pick. I also failed to notice as my modest bulk slimmed down just slightly, leaving me looking just a tiny bit thinner. It was a barely noticeable change, but even if I had noticed I likely wouldn’t have cared. I was too enraptured by the bloody steak I had consumed.
The second week back home, things only got worse. My modest paycheck from the previous week had been decimated as I began buying steak in bulk from my local big box store, as freshly cut as they possibly could be. Without even thinking about possible pathogens or germs I could introduce to my body, I began eating the steak completely raw from the tray, sucking the blood and juices out of them before practically swallowing them whole. Part of me felt incredibly disgusted doing this, after all, I had never considered eating raw meat before. Unfortunately, my growing mental and bodily urges overrode any such thoughts as I strained another steak, treating it like it was a wet towel as blood poured down my throat. Though this did more to satisfy my urges, something about it still wasn’t enough. As the blood and meat settled into my stomach, more changes began slowly happening to my body. My legs and thighs began to thicken as my arms, neck, and waist narrowed, leaving me looking quite a bit more androgynous. In addition, two subtle bumps formed behind my nipples, causing a pleasurable pressure as my hair changed color, going from black to a strawberry pink instead.
The third week back home, things began to deteriorate even faster. I ended up calling out of work and locking myself into my apartment, finding the feeling of sunlight against my bare skin quite irritating. It wasn’t until the sun finally went down I could muster up the strength to venture outside, realizing my senses had become quite a bit more sensitive. I was able to see in the dark far more easily, my hearing was far more sensitive, and my sense of smell… I could actually smell pheromones in the air, “see” where other warm-blooded creatures such as myself had recently walked. Having run out of steaks to consume, I began following one of the “trails” into the forest next to my apartment, finding myself instinctually crouching down and being more quiet as I got closer to whatever I was approaching. Hiding behind a tree, I spotted a white-tailed deer, feeling a new, intense sense of bloodlust take me over. My vision narrowed as I jumped towards the defenseless creature with inhuman strength. Knocking it to the ground, I ripped into its throat with my teeth, which had become pointed and far sharper. As the deer cried out in pain, I drank its blood, feeling it flow through me. Unlike the blood from the steaks, this was far thicker and sweeter, and ironically felt more like a cold drink despite its warmth. As it stopped moving, I threw my head back, blood running down my chin and the sides of my face as I stared at the crescent moon. The fresh blood caused far more changes in my body, as my rear and hips expanded greatly with my legs, and the small bumps on my chest grew into large, squishy breasts. My penis, which had been slowly decreasing in size already, shrank down to barely anything, leaving me between two worlds as my hair lengthened and my face became womanly. As the bloodlust began to wear off, I looked back down to see myself covered in blood, like something out of a slasher movie. Shocked by the sight, I ran back to my apartment and locked myself inside.
The fourth week back home was, by far, the worst one yet. Terrified of my increased bloodlust, unfamiliar appearance, and growing lack of control, I forced myself to remain inside of my apartment, away from everyone else. I locked myself away from all possible sources of blood, hoping that if I deprived myself of it, I’d somehow go back to normal. My first day, I had emptied my fridge of all “normal” food items, trying to find anything to satiate my thirst. Three days into my self-imposed quarantine, I got a phone call from work, telling me I had been terminated due to my unexplained absence. Four days in, I was scratching at the walls, being driven mad by the smells coming through the door, windows, and vents. By the sixth day, something unexpected happened. One of my friends, having noticed my absence, had arrived to check on me, knocking on my door and calling out to me. I buried my head between several pillows, trying desperately to try and block out the sound of his voice, but he seemed unwilling to leave things be. Eventually, his scent reached me and I finally lost all control of myself. I ran to my door, ripping it open with my immense strength, before pulling him inside and shutting it. He looked fearfully at me, unable to completely fathom the near-woman that I had become, before I pulled him in and bit into his neck. As his warm, ambrosia-like blood flowed into me, his breathing quickened before becoming shallow. He stopped moving not long afterwards. I continued to suck as his body went limp, feeling his lifeforce becoming one with me. My sizable breasts swelled to an even larger size, about the size of basketballs, as my ass and thighs finally reached their full “girth” as well. The pink hair cascaded down from my scalp, leaving only a few black bangs to link my new form to my old one. And, of course, my genitalia finally finished inverting itself, becoming a virgin slit as my old penis became an engorged clit. My transformation into a blood-sucking monster was now complete.
“My my, you turned out far better than I ever could have expected.” A new, unknown voice spoke as I flipped around to see a man, dressed in a suit and tie staring back at me.
“Who are you?!” I demanded to know, my bloodlust having been satiated for the time being. “Are you some kind of government agent?! A monster hunter or something?”
“No, my dear. Nothing like that.” He smirked, bowing to me in a “prim and proper” type of way. “I am Count Melchior, Head of the Frederick Estate.”
“Count? So I’m guessing you're some kind of vampire like in the movies or something?” I guessed, not genre blind to what had been happening to me.
“Precisely. We’ve already met once before, in the Appalachians.” He confirmed as my mind raced back to that night in the tent. “Sorry about that, dear.”
“You were that bat? You did all this to me?!” I questioned with clear anger, realizing he had been responsible for ruining my life. “Why!? Look what you made me do!”
“A… regrettable loss of life, but not an unexpected one.” He shrugged, not seeming to care much about my old friend. “The first feeding is always dangerous. If you must know, I was looking for a new… pereche. A mate, if you will. Life has become oh so boring in recent years, especially here.”
As he said this, he made direct eye contact with me. I felt myself nod off slightly, slipping into some kind of trance or hypnosis. A strange, even newer sensation shot straight through my loins, causing my whole body to shake and vibrate. I was forced to my knees by these strange feelings, my blood-covered and torn clothes becoming soaked in more cold sweat as my face went completely red.
“Please, I ask you to become my faithful mate. Together, we will carve out our own place in this world, one where we’ll never be hungry ever again.” He offered with another bow, holding out his hand for me to accept. My heart was suddenly racing as my emotions became a complete mess. I was actually falling for him, even after everything.
“T-This is all so sudden, my Count…” I stammered, holding my bloody face as intense heat radiated from my body. “I was a man, after all… would you really want that?”
“My dear, there isn’t another soul on this planet I’d ever extend this offer to.” He reassured, giving me a small wink. “Will you please join me?”
Slowly, I accepted his gesture, feeling his cold hands against my own as he pulled me in, looking even deeping into my eyes. Up close and personal, I began to see how truly handsome he was, and before I knew it, we had abandoned the apartment, heading out far into the mountains to begin our new, eternal lives together. Even after everything I suffered at his hands, I still fell for him just as he planned.