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Chapter #4
part of her 'art' YUM
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So I went to the 'artists' studio, as she liked to call it, and she explained that she was doing an exhibition about food. she had painted several and shrunk people already and put them to dry in a different room. I got to look at the shrunked little guys and they looked fantastic. One guy was painted to look like a banana and he actually did. Another kind of chubby guy actually had been changed into a tomato, one into a baked and served turkey and so on. They all looked terrified. Wednesday explained how they hadn't exactly volunteered.
She asked me to get undressed so she could start shaving me. I didn't want to be shaved, but she was one of my best friends and good actor would do almost everything for his part, so I got undressed in front Wednesday. You're underwear too, Wednesday blushed. My god, was this going to be a totally nude one? She said that after she painted me I would get to wear a string, but she had to paint me first. So I undressed and then she took me to a shower. She shaved me from top to bottom and not one hair was left on my body. Not a single one. I was smooth all over and actually getting quite excited because of it. Wednesday saw my nude and blushed, smiling she looked away but didn't say a thing. I had to shower but she only had cold water, after I dried myself I went back into her studio.
She finally told me her plan. She was going to paint me into a hotdog. I have seen some things like that before so I guessed I had to curl up and Wednesday would paint the bread and the sausage on my back, but that was not his plan. She told me I would be painted like a sausage and put in a bread that would fit a sausage my size. I was amazed that she would make bread that big just for this occasion, especially if she was going to shrink me, but I guess I was wrong there. So she put me in place and started painting.Wednesday's strong yet soft hands were all over me, while she painted me all over. her brush went over over and over again and making me hotdog-brown all over. It took her quite a while to cover my entire body, but then finally she said she was finished and put me in the room with the other art subjects to dry. I was her last piece and tomorrow the exhibition would start. Tomorrow? I asked, but then I discovered that I couldn't move my body anymore. Hey Wednesday, what has happened to me? I can't move.
That's normal, she said. She needed the time and that's why she put something in the paint to make me and the others incapable of moving, because she couldn't do it just in the morning and have us on display in the evening. She than sprinkled some sort of dust on me and I started to shrink. Pretty soon I was staring up at my giant friend. She than smiled, turned and left
So I just stood there in a dark corner, watching all the other boys.
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