Mark looked around Aidanīs flat, and spotted a big, empty canvas stood by the side of Aidanīs couch. That gave Mark an idea how to keep Aidan to himself, so he started to grin wide.
Aidan wasnīt sure if Markīs grin was a good sign, at least to him. He was still frozen in place and silenced, so he could only wait.
Mark turned to Aidan, and commented: Aidan, from now on, everything you owned belongs to me. As it canīt belong to someone who is only a painting of a naked man on a big canvas and never existed as a real human. Only the two of us will know the truth. And then Mark watched Aidanīs fate.
Aidanīs eyes widened at Markīs words. He was nothing but a painting? Slowly, Aidan was pulled side-wards, towards the empty canvas to his side. Only when his left hand touched it, he realized why he was pulled that way. Because only seconds after his hand touched the canvas, it sunk into it. That suction continued, pulling his arm in further.
With a panicking look on his face his shoulder was sucked into the canvas, and his left foot was raised up and sucked in next. His sock fell to the ground empty after his foot was inside. Aidan could do nothing as his leg followed his feet, his jeans-leg hanging empty before the canvas.
At the same time his torso had continued to get sucked in as well. Aidan couldnīt breath anymore, his lungs only inside the painted, naked body. But it didnīt bother, as he didnīt need to breath anymore. Soon, his right arm followed his torso, alongside his right leg. His jeans fell to the ground when his leg vanished inside, followed by his right sock. His underwear was stuck inside his sailed down jeans.
Mark laughed at Aidanīs small cock as it was shown proudly in the painting, getting Aidan to redden in embarrassment. When his stomach was sucked in, only Aidanīs head remained outside. But not for long. From the neck up Aidanīs head banged back towards the canvas, slowly sinking in. His hair stood wild on the painting after it was absorbed, and he lost his hearing for a second as his ears were sucked into position. With a horrified face and his mouth open to scream Aidanīs face started to sunk in, tilted from itīs bottom. His mouth closed, showing a confident smile in the picture, his facial features flattening into the painting. When lastly his sky-blue eyes turned into paint, Mark applauded the performance of his newly acquired painting.
That was fun to watch. Now I want to be able to edit the painting when I feel like it, even without my command. Therefore, whenever I touch you with any kind of pen or eraser, the painting will turn into a simpler drawing for me to edit, and turn back afterwards. No one will find it weird when the painting looks different afterwards. But you will remain completely aware and will be able to use all your senses, Aidan. Mark said grinning. Without looking back at Aidan, Mark deleted his comment from the chronivac text input, then started to sort through his new belongings. When he left the flat shortly after, he had filled a suitcase with what he wanted to keep, shrunken down by the chronivac. And within the mess of the suitcase, Aidanīs painting laid shrunken as well, and Aidan felt the pressure of everything around him.