The Body Painter
By: Erik
My god, I've got to get out of this mess, I don't know how he has done it but I shouldn't have signed that damn contract. And now I am stuck in here, his huge stomache
Ok gotta stay calm and think over what has happened:
I got here because I was assigned for this job by my agency. The guy from the castingbureau said that it would be a great thing to get more jobs before I would jump into acting without any skills. So he showed me a flyer of an exhibition about art. Bodypainting. They needed a few models that would be painted to look like inanimate things and the painter picked my photo out of the agency's book. He said he could use me for many things, so my agent said it would be alright and discussed it with me. I agreed on the job and signed the contract, but didn't read the small lines at the bottom. Stupid me.
So I went to the artists studio and he explained that he was doing an exhibition about food. he had painted several people already and put them to dry in a different room. I got to look at them and they were beautiful. A gorgeous guy was painted to look like a banana and he actually did. Another guy, kind of chubby guy actually has been changed into a tomato, one into a baked and served turkey and so on. He asked me to get undressed so he could start shaving me. I didn't want to be shaved, but I signed the contract and I guessed a good actor would do almost everything for his part, so I got undressed in front of this guy. You're underwear too, he said. My god, was this going to be a totally nude one? he said that after he painted me I would get to wear a string, but he had to paint me first. So I undressed and then he took me to his shower. He 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. The bodypainter, Trevor, saw my cock getting erected and smiled at me, but didn't say a thing. I had to shower but he only had cold water, so the excitement went away quite easy and after I dried myself I went back into his studio. He told me his plan. He 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 he would paint the bread and the sausage on my back, but that was not his plan. He 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 they would make bread that big just for this occasion, but I guess I was wrong there. So he put me in place and started painting. Again I couldn't help getting an erection again. Trevor was so hot, muscular build and his hands were all over me, while he painted me all over. his brush in my crack, going over my stiff cock over and over again and making me hotdog-brown all over. It took him quite a while to cover my entire body, but then finally he said he was finished and put me in the room with the other artsubjects to dry. I was his last piece and tomorrow the exhibition would start. Tomorrow? I asked, but then I discovered that I couldn't move my body anymore. Hey Trevor, what has happened to me? I can't move.
That's normal, he said. He needed the time and that's why he put something in the paint to make me and the others incapable of moving, because he couldn't do it just in the morning and have us on display in the evening.
So I just stood there in a dark corner, still with a stiff cock watching all the other men. They looked so hot.
The night went by slowly and early in the morning Trevor came into the room and took me from my place. He sprayed something on me and with that I could move again. It was just for a little while, he said, because he had to make sure I could get in my right position just before the exhibition would start.
As soon as the spray would dry I would be frozen again. I just went along with him and he brought me to a table on which was a huge silver plate with an even bigger bread on it. He asked me to lay down on it and so I did. I lay on my side with my back on the outside, cause people weren't supposed to see my face, arms and other bodyfeatures, I had to look like a real hotdog. At least as much as a human like me could look like one. Just when I found the right position the spray started to dry and I couldn't move again. He told me that I looked perfect and then he put the upperpart of the bread on top of me, after he added real ketchup and mustard so I would look right to the visitors. He then moved away from me and placed all the others in the room for display. That morning at 11 a.m. the visitors came and were amazed about the work Trevor had done. Ah's and Oh's were all around me and I could even feel people touch me to see if I was real. They said I even felt like a sausage, which was kind of weird cause I just was human with a little paint and I didn't know they were alowed to touch me. But I could't move or speak anymore, so even the coldest hands didn't get a reaction from me.
The day went by slowly although faster than the night and at 7 p.m. the exhibition was over. Trevor was really happy about how it went and when everybody had left he walked around through the room with his creations and took pictures of me and the other men.
Then he started to move us back in to the room where we had spend the night, because he wanted to clean us from the paint that night and he decided to take me to his studio first.
He took of the toplayer of bread and looked at me. He took some pictures again and said that I looked so much like a hotdog to him that he got hungry, but he would clean me up before he was going to eat.
He whiped off the ketchup and mustad and started to spray me again so I could move myself from the bread, but that's when things went wrong. The spray was not working. I still couldn't move, although I felt like I was moving. Instead it started shrinking me. I was getting smaller and smaller and it seemed like the bread and everything around me got bigger and bigger, even Trevor was getting gigantic. I wanted to scream, but couldn't. He was amazed too. Fuck, I've used the wrong spray again, fuck man, I've used it for an exhibition to make people look like insects in reallife sizes, but this exhibition was ment to be giant food, but now you're just a small sausage. Sorry dude. He went away and started looking for spray to undo the shrinking, but the longer he looked around without success, the more angry he got and he was so hungry that I could hear his stomach rumble even when he was on the other side of the room. He was so mad about this whole thing and then he said, sorry but I've lost my temper, I can't find the fucking antispray and I'm so hungry I can't think. I've got to eat and anything will do, so you will have to become a real hotdog and serve me as food, cause there's not a damn thing left to eat here and the hunger is driving me crazy. With that he picked me up by my feet and put my smooth brown head on his tongue. I was wet with salvia as he shoved me further into the back of his mouth. He is so hungry, I thought, he isn't even going to chew me up, I'm going to suffocate in his stomach. Help me please, but I still couldn't move or speak.
He pushed me further and started swallowing, tasting my hard cock along the way and before I knew it I was upside down and going down on my way to my destiny. I have never expected to become real food, but just after he swallowed me whole I could here him say that I wouldn't have to worry, cause it was all in the contract. I was supposed to help him into becoming as real as food for his exhibition and I became real food. And beside that, I got a nice brown color from the paint and I would become even more brown when he was done with me.
So now I'm here, down in his stomach, finally becoming able to move, because his stomachacid burned the paint from my body and started on digesting my legs and arms already. I could feel Trevor move around, probably letting the other models go home after he cleaned them and none of them would ever suspect he had just swallowed someone while it could have been one of them. The will never know.
I don't know it the agency would go after him because I disappeared, but I guess loosing one wannabe actor from the agency wouldn't mind. there were plenty of wannabe's left, even some who would have the same destiny as I had. Becoming real food.
My air started to ran out and when I felt Trevor getting down to go to sleep I could hear his heartbeat slow down and get into a comforting easy beat to fall asleep with. I closed my eyes and drifted off. But after a few minutes I felt something pull on my legs. I was being dragged into the exit at the bottom of his stomach. This was it, my body hurted a lot and my arms and legs were almost gone. I was about to be digested completely and took my last gasp of air before I was gone. Everything went blank and the last thing I thought of was what he said when I was going down. I'd become more brown then I already was. And the next morning I would be, but this time it would be my natural color.
I was in deep shit and becoming it in the process.
The End (of me)
by Erik (tast_toe2@hotmail.com)