Contrary to popular belief vampires cast a reflection just as any
other object does. As she saw herself in the mirror she tried to dress
herself in the clothes that were available to her. Her goth clothes.
She had shredded the plumbers clothes and there was almost literally
nothing he could wear.
She squeezed into a pair of leather pants that pulled up his legs and
split from about the middle of the calf down. His legs weren't too
much bigger than hers but his waist was punctuated by a large
overhang. He put on some 6" stiletto boots and put on a vinyl coat
that left his midsection exposed and he headed out to the goth bar.
His greasy tangled hair looked appropriate for the venue.
He burst into the crowd of young kids posing as the outcasts they
believed themselves to be.
The heels were not quite stable on this top heavy body but her skills
more than made up for the stability. He flew threw the door completely
unlike a man of his size should, his vinyl coat fluttering in his
wake. His female desires headed straight for the muscle man dancing in
skin tight lycra pants and no shirt. As he burst into the crowd that
he was in He looked down into his eyes, towering over him a good 12
inches. The muscle man wasn't a midget but he was short for someone of
his build should be.
Wrapping an arm around him the plumber's vampire strength and
mesmerizing eyes kept the militantly straight muscle man in the
plumbers power.
Soon the two were making out against the wall near the bathrooms. The
plumber pressed the muscle man securely against the wall with his
belly lifting him from the ground with one large meaty paw nestled
under the muscle man's meaty butt. A meaty finger dug through the
lycra creating a hole at his ass that the plumber used to take access
to his ass and work first one then two then all four fingers up the
mans ass. If he hadn't been in the plumbers power he would have fought
off this onslaught. But looking deep in the plumbers eyes he needed
this man.
Not wanting to kill this man, particularly in a crowded room, she dug
her fangs into his neck and sucked and sucked till his pallor was an
ashen grey. She left him in a booth slumped over almost drained of
blood but still alive and with a newfound need for this man and in
some ways other men like him. It was weeks before he was back to
feeling healthy, not that the bed rest did much for his body but he
had to find the plumber, and in his quest found many men similar to
his desire, becoming more and more like his desire.