NOT MY ART!

Here's a sketch I got from  Robertge! I wanted to commission something from them for a really long time, and I really love how this turned out! It even inspired me to write a spooky/more horror-ish story than usual! In this story, an imp entraps Jam in a painting! Will he ever get out?! Eh, probably not! But read on to find out. :)

BTW, none of this is canon.

Story:

The art museum is a thing of wonders, a showcase of various artistic talents from across the globe. Of course, art has a way of drawing the viewer in. Whether it's in the metaphorical sense via amazing artistry, or literally through more supernatural means. You see, some paintings are cursed and haunted by demonic forces. They lurk in secret, ready to escape their eternal prisons and entrap helpless souls in their place...


The monkey-scientist, Jam, was visiting one such art museum today. He had no idea what fiendish apparitions lurked within the hallowed halls of the establishment. Jam arrived at the art museum late at night, due to having been caught up in science experiments all day. He needed a break from the toil of being a mad-scientist, so he thought something calm and relaxing like an art museum would be just what he needed! That, and he just really wanted to see some painted titties.


The monkey knuckle-walked on all fours through the museum, his prehensile tail swishing around as he moved along. There wasn't a single person in sight, the place was completely barren! Jam looked at all the paintings and statues he could find, and came to a realization: None of them were as hot as he wanted them to be! "Where's the big tits, the giant hips?! Show me some real art!" Jam shouted out loud in the empty museum.


Just then, Jam heard a ghostly whisper, "If you want big titties, come over here..."


Jam curiously scratched his chin and straightened his unbuttoned lab-coat, "Huh, a weird ghostly voice is beckoning me forward! A lesser monkey would probably run away, but I'm too curious to not check it out,"


Jam followed the ghostly whispers through the museum, driving him further and further into the building. He was eventually lured into a long abandoned wing of the museum, filled with strange and rather spooky paintings. Twisted faces, distorted images, and nightmarish scenarios were all on full display in these cursed paintings! Jam was about to turn back and escape this horrible place, until he spotted a strange and alluring painting.


The painting was a demonic lady with blood-red skin, who was wearing an elegant Victorian dress. She had amazingly massive knockers and wrote some pretty jewellery, including a necklace and pair of golden earrings. She had a distressed look on her face, one of sheer panic. She also had black soulless eyes that appeared to be staring right at Jam! It was unnerving, as if the demonic painting's eyes were fixated on him. Once the painting had locked eyes with Jam, its expression changed from one of fear to one of sheer malicious joy!


The painting then spoke, "Hey, little man! I see you received my summons!"


Jam ogled the demon's tits, "Of course, tits always summon me, my demonic lady!"


The demon laughed, "Actually, I'm a male demon, an imp to be precise! I was cursed into this busty and bloated form you see before you when I was trapped in this painting... At least until I could find someone to take my place!"


Jam gulped and prepared to run away, "Well, it was nice meeting you, I better leave..."


Jam attempted to leave, but his legs wouldn't move! He found himself locked in a stare with the painting, as if it was controlling his every movement. "Why leave so soon? You just got here! Why don't you come inside?" Asked the demon in a strange echo-y voice. Reality then back to distort as the painting grew to giant size! Jam's body remained motionless as the painting began to magically draw him in!


The painting became a black endless void that pulled Jam into it! As he was drawn into the painting, he became to change. His chest began to swell as two large orbs of flesh emerged from it. His body doubled in height, just as his hips widened. His hair grew longer as well! He panicked as his body transformed and became inanimate, making it impossible to move. Just as he was losing the last inch of mobility, the demon appeared before him again. As she stood before him, she began to shrink and transform as well!


She took on the appearance of a male imp, her breasts and hips disappearing. Her (or rather "his") dress was now saggy and barely fit the now tiny creature. He smiled and took off the dress, before approaching the frozen Jam with it, "It's yours now, my imprisoned simian friend!"


As soon as the imp reached Jam with the dress in hand, the reality distortion stopped. The shape-changing and morphing of the world around Jam ceased, yet he felt rather off. He felt flat and 2-dimensional, his skin feeling like dried-out paint. Almost his entire body was inanimate, with the exception of his facial features.


He looked down and saw himself staring at a pair of cartoonishly large breasts! Said massive breasts were contained within a frilly red Victorian dress. The dress appeared to be made out of the most luxurious materials and was expertly stitched together by the finest craftsman! The formal dress tightly hugged Jam's new curves and assets, showing off quite a bit of cleavage in the process.


Jam's pose was almost as elegant as her attire, with her left hand delicately clenched into a half-fist. Her right arm was tightly tucked underneath her massive chest, with her left hand holding onto her right elbow. Fastened around her neck was a golden ruby-encrusted necklace, with matching golden earrings adorning her earlobes.


Jam panicked in her new painted prison, unable to move or do anything about her current predicament! She usually loved being transformed into a woman, but not into one that couldn't move! Worse still, her nose itched something fierce.


It felt so weird to Jam to be a painting, just a flat drawing hidden within a golden frame. She could only see what was in front of the frame, with the frame itself acting as borders blocking out part of her eyesight. Worse still, Jam smelled like old dried paint, something she hated quite a bit! "Let me out of here!" Shouted the trapped monkey. Jam then heard a cackle from outside her current viewpoint.


"I think you'll be in there for quite a while, my painted patsy!" Exclaimed a cackling and mischievous voice. Jam looked and saw the imp from earlier, now clad in Jam's white lab-coat. Jam panicked, "Hey, you stole my lab-coat and gender!"


"I also stole your state of being, don't forget about that,"


"Right, you stole that too! Now give them back!"


The imp shook his head, "I don't think so! I've been trapped in that dusty old painting for decades, hidden away in this abandoned wing of the museum! That was until you foolishly wandered in here, of course. Now I'm free to do what I want, since I now have someone to take my place!"


"What?! You can't leave me like this!"


The imp snickered, "Of course I can! If I were to free you, I'd just be pulled back into the painting. Don't worry, I'm sure someone will visit this part of the museum and take your place... In a decade or two!"


Jam panicked even more, "You're evil!"


"Why thank you! Now, you better choose a better expression, before your face freezes that way!"


If on cue, Jam's face completely froze! The look of embarrassment and panic pasted across her face became permanent, much to Jam's dismay. The only thing she could move now was her eyes. The imp cackled, "Whoops, I spoke too soon! That is a perfect expression for you! I should give this painting you're trapped in a name, how about 'The Distressed Duchess'? It fits you're now expression quite well!"


Jam tried to voice her disapproval, but her lips remained silent. "Knew you'd love it! Enjoy the next few decades of your imprisonment, I'm going to go partake in my newfound freedom!" Exclaimed the imp as he quickly ran away.


Jam was left alone in this creepy part of the museum, trapped in her painting. All she could was wait until the day where someone would foolishly wander into the painting's sight, just as Jam had done mere moments ago. She hoped it wouldn't take too long...