Ken could only watch as a swarthy young man came in carrying a painting supplies and a tarp. He looked around at the walls, and shrugs, "What do I care how the twerps paint their rooms. Pity I have to paint over such a nice speciman, though," he smirks as he runs his hand over Ken's chest. He then turns around and begins to ready the room to be painted.
Ken can't move, well almost can't move, he can feel himself getting horny, and would swear that he was getting a hardon.
The painter dosen't appear to notice Ken's growth as he begins painting the wall opposite Ken a light blue color.
Ken tries to shout, or move, but finds himself unable to communicate. He really dosen't want to end up stuck to a wall under a coat of blue enamel paint.
It takes a barely an hour before the other three walls are painted and then the man starts on the wall that has absorbed Ken.