Bruno gets called out to handle the spa's business. He never makes it back to the massage room. He was distracted for the rest of the day. He was scheduled for vacation for the whole next week, so he completely forgets about you in the bucket.
Since you are being swaddled by the bucket and unable to move other than gurgling, you fall asleep. You really didn't notice the passing of time much as your metabolism slowed dramatically down. The whole weekend went by without you knowing it.
Early the next week, You were jostled awake. Someone was moving your bucket. Jenny came into Bruno's massage room to borrow his bucket. You gurgled a few bubbles to try to get her attention. Finding your mud body already in the bucket, she thought she could take a shortcut and just use you on her client. But your body's lumpy consistency was not what she wanted, so she added some water and stuck the blender down into you. She turned it on full blast so that she wouldn't be late. You feel yourself turning inside out- your head literally flowing through your ass. The blender mixed and blended all of you, thoroughly confusing you and your sense of self. Your body mixture became completely homogenized, all purely a mudlike substance with none of your former body structure left. Even though Your body was now creamy pudding-like mud, Jenny wasn't happy with it. " I don't know where Bruno got that batch; it just doesn't feel right for a mud treatment. Not grainy enough; and it already smells sweaty/musky like it's already been used. I'll just leave it for Bruno to clean up when he gets back."
Jenny set the bucket of you back in the cabinet and left.
You are now too mixed up to form thoughts, much less to move or gurgle a protest. Your conscience is still swirling in the currents of water flowing through your muddy particles. As you congeal, Your particles began to settle; thus allowing you to think more clearly. You still can't mark time very well; and settle again into a murky slumber.
As you rest, your mud body starts to dry out. It congealed from the mud-like substance back into a foamy flesh. Because you had been so thoroughly blended, you are just one homogenous block of flesh. Your skin is a blemish-free monotone version of your former skin tone. Your body hair floats to the top and starts to sprout all over.
You are awakened a week later when Bruno finally returned from vacation. As Bruno reached in to get his mud bucket ready for his clients, He jumped back, surprised by the bucket of your flesh. He then remembered his massage session gone wrong from the week before.
"Whoa- you're my client from last week. Jeff, was it?! What happened to you?"
You want to respond, but you can't. It was strange that you can hear Bruno; and sense him in the room.
Bruno stuck his hand down into Your body. It presses in like a memory foam mattress, conforming to his hand. When he removed it, You spring back up to shape. You enjoy feeling the warmth of another body again; you hadn't realized how cold you had become.
Bruno turned the bucket over and patted the bottom. You make a slight sucking sound as you slowly slide out of the bucket. You land on the table as a cylinder of flesh that is perfectly bucket-shaped. You sag a bit, much like the consistency of a can of cranberry sauce.
You just sit there, unable to move. You wonder what Bruno would do with you. You are a loner, so nobody had missed you this past week (or rarely ever for that matter).
"What am I going to do with you now?" questioned Bruno. "I guess I need to re-sculpt you so that you can rejoin your life. I wonder if anybody is missing you?"
"Or – I can sculpt you into living art to enter into my new show. Or – you could become my moldable servant – forming you to do whatever I need or desire."