The dragon had worked for the museum as a ticket salesperson for almost two years. While it didn't pay all that well, he had heard in secret from some of his coworkers that every few months the museum's founders chose one of the museum's employees to be used as a model for a new exhibit. While it didn't sound like such a great idea at the time, he also learned the model was actually used in the exhibit for an extended period of time, usually put inside a statue or some such situation. The idea of being stuck in a statue, viewed by the unknowing public for a month or so, excited him. That was the main reason he had stayed for so long. All his waiting paid off, though; a week ago, Ben approached him and asked if he would like to model as the basis of a new exhibit going on display soon. Of course, he couldn't say "yes" quickly enough!
Ben walked over to the dragon, walking around him
and looking at him one last time, nodding slightly and checking for any body hair.
Of course, being a dragon, he didn't have any.
"Good, good, we can get started quickly since
we don't have to worry about shaving." Ben looked at the clipboard he held
in his hands, looking back up at the dragon. "Hmm. We have some slight anatomy
problems, but nothing major. Yes, I see why they picked you now. Just a few quick
alterations, and we'll be ready to start!" Ben set his clipboard down on the
floor nearby, and went over to a small portable wooden table set up near the pedestal,
full of materials. He picked up a roll of duct tape, thinking for a moment. "Let's
see. First, you'll need thinner arms and legs, and your snout is a bit too short
and fat. Easily rectifiable, though. If you'd hold your arms out to the side, please?"
The dragon did as he was asked, holding his arms straight out to his sides. Ben began at the base of his left arm, right near his shoulder, wrapping as tightly as he could all the way down to the dragon's wrist. He repeated the procedure with his right arm, then kneeled down, beginning to wrap his right leg starting at its base, near his waist, wrapping it tightly all the way down to his ankle. He did the same for his left leg, and stood back up, wrapping the base of his muzzle tightly. Now all his limbs appeared much thinner than they were before, and his muzzle stuck out a bit further, much narrower now than it was before.
Ben nodded, setting the tape aside and back on the table where it was. "Good, good, we're progressing quite nicely. Just two more things and we'll be finished with the anatomy alterations. Firstly, you've got a little bit of a tummy there, and we can't have that," Ben said with a chuckle. "And I'll hold off on telling you the next part for the time being. I'll tell you why when I'm done." The dragon, unable to speak, nodded to show he understood. Ben took a roll of industrial-strength shrink wrap from the table, wrapping it tightly around the dragon's mid-torso down to his waist, holding it in place with one hand while he reached for a blow dryer on the table, switching it to its hottest setting and heating the shrink wrap with it. The dragon felt the wrap immediately begin to shrink, and he looked down to see his belly being tightly compressed, his chest sticking out a slight bit more to compensate for it. Ben nodded, releasing the shrink wrap which was now held tightly in place.
"Just stare at that wall straight ahead for a while," Ben instructed. The dragon was unsure of what was going to happen next, but did as he was asked. Ben stood nearby, the roll of shrink wrap still in his hands. With nothing else to focus on other than the grey stone walls of the room, the dragon began to think to himself. He had been trying for months to get this position, and he finally got it. He knew what it entailed, but that only helped to drive him to get to where he was now. Even though the process made him extremely horny, with lack of anything better to think of his erect member began to shrink back into its sheath.
Once it was completely limp and had disappeared
from view, Ben quickly wrapped around the dragon's crotch with the shrink wrap,
heating it with the dryer. The dragon looked at him as if to ask "What are
you doing?!"
"Don't worry," Ben explained, "but
part of the description is a genderless dragon. So we can't have that in the final
product, you understand. I couldn't tell you as I found some of my previous subjects
were even more turned on by the thought of not being able to become erect ever again
than the process itself." The dragon nodded, but his eyes suddenly widened.
Never become erect again? Was this going to be permanent? The dragon whined, trying
to voice his complaints, but his muzzle was taped tightly shut, and Ben was busily
working at the materials table, not even taking notice to his cries. The dragon
took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. Maybe Ben just was thinking of
something else, or he misunderstood him. It was just a harmless mistake, he figured.
But he understood why Ben didn't tell him what was going to happen since he could
feel already his cock growing against the tightly shrunk plastic, trying to become
erect again, unable to. He looked down, finding he did indeed look genderless, his
crotch area looking smooth. "The good news is we're done with the main alterations,
and now we can get started with the final procedure!" Ben said. The dragon
would have grinned if he could. This was the part he had been waiting for!
Ben dragged a rather large bucket filled with water over near the dragon, setting it on the tarp. He took a large bag from under the table, opening it and dumping its contents into the bucket, taking a large stick to mix the two together. As he stirred, it became a thick, grey substance. After a few minutes of stirring to make sure it was well mixed, he set the stick down on the tarp and pulled on some thick rubber work gloves, taking a large handful of the goopy substance. "You'll want to close your eyes," Ben instructed. The dragon did so, and Ben smoothed the substance over the dragon's head, taking some more handfuls when it began to spread too thin, and proceeded to coat his entire head except for his nostrils. "Now, all I need you do is to try to hold the pose I'm going to put you in," Ben instructed, "and once this stuff dries, you'll be all done until the detailing!" The dragon could feel Ben begin to move his limbs and body around, putting him into a rather generic mannequin pose: head slightly raised in the air, hands on his hips, weight resting on his right leg, his tail simply draped behind him. "There. Now just hold that pose." The dragon could already feel the substance on his head beginning to dry, becoming rather warm, and Ben began to coat the rest of the dragon's entire body with the mixture. To speed up the process, Ben used the blow dryer to help the mixture dry faster.
As the dragon felt the material begin to harden
and dry, he began to feel a bit panicked. He never really realized how the permanency
of situation would affect him. The substance was almost dry, however, and as the
dragon tried to struggle against it, the most he could do was lift his hands up
away from his hips slightly before the substance dried and the dragon found himself
absolutely unable to move. Ben sighed.
"You weren't supposed to move!" Ben scolded,
unaware that the dragon was still trying with all his effort to move within the
hardened shell. "Ah, well, it's okay. You still look quite nice. Yes, I think
detailing is going to have lots of fun with you!" Ben stood back, cleaning
up most of the materials he used, and turned on the spotlights in the room, which
pointed to the only thing in the room -- the dragon statue. It almost looked real,
a perfect general dragon form except for the lack of features. Ben grinned, looking
at his watch, and walked back over to the dragon. "You look great!" he
said to him. The dragon tried his hardest to move, to make a sound, to do anything,
but he was completely unable to. From the outside, Ben heard and saw no sound and
no movement. "Yes, you make a terrific statue, one of the best I've done in
a long time, that's for sure." The dragon gave up his struggle, seeing he was
permanently encased in the stone statue. "Detailing should be here in a few
hours, seeing as we did finish quite early. You don't mind being alone until then,
do you? Well, it's not really like you have a choice, and you'll have to get used
to it soon enough anyway. After all, you're a permanent statue now, and the museum's
newest exhibit!" The dragon would have gasped and screamed for help in fear
if he could, and with a renewed passion tried as hard as he possibly could to get
out of the statue, but he could feel nothing give even in the slightest. Ben smiled,
and turned around, walking over towards the room's door. "I love my job,"
he said with a grin as he turned out the lights in the room, going to check out
for the day. The dragon would have cried if he could, and let his body relax as
best he could, knowing now that he would never again be anything but a statue...