John felt strange, heavy and warm. His thoughts were slow, nd he did not seem to be breathing. This did not worry him as it should, for he felt perfectly content. Awareness started to return slowly. He was standing, and hands were sliding over his skin. Sometimes it felt like part of him was being removed, sometimes like more was being added. Vision faded in, and he realized he was next to the mud bath. Adonis was running his hands all over John's body, pressing, pushing, scraping with his fingers. John could not move. That was curious, but not upsetting. He thought he should be able to move.
Adonis continued working on him, and John realized the boy was sculpting the mud covering John's body. Except... he was taller than John now. The boy finally stepped back and nodded in satisfaction. "You can move now."
And that easily, John was able to move himself. He looked down and saw that he was naked and slender, still covered in mud. it was an even covering that almost looked like it had been painted on. John tried to brush it off, only to have a chunk of his skin slide down as thick paste. Startled, he pulled his fingers away and saw the muddy surface reshape itself.
Adonis chuckled. "You are living mud, a golem magically animated to be my servant.