The models got distributed and everyone set to work. Some had ready ideas about what to sculpt their model into but others were pondering still about what to do. Trav was among those ones. It was hard to choose and truth be told, imagination had never been his forte.His first idea had been to sculpt himself "one hot chick" as he had put it but with Clay as a model, the idea didn't seem very appealing. He was not really friends with Clay, but to change him into a chick he'd like to have sex with... This sort of disturbing situation was not at all appealing, least of all sexually appealing. It would be fun to watch Clay's reaction, a lot of fun, even, but it would not last long. In fact, this was an ideal opportunity. A golden occasion to get rid of Clay for good. Trav had always been jealous of Clay, who without fail managed to outshine him ion the football team. Trav could get rid of this pesky competition for good. And he could humiliate him, and incredibly so. Trav looked around, so as to see if he could gather ideas from the other sculptors. One was sculpting his model into a unicorn and another into a woman. So Trav immediately thought about making Clay female. That would bring down his ego and popularity quite a bit! But a female of what species? That was the question. So many humiliating possibilities... What would bring him on the wrong side of virility? Then Trav grinned evilly. He knew! He'd make Clay into a female gorilla, fertile and nubile and impossible to resist to males.
After a few hours of work during which time seemed to fly for Trav, the young sculptor was very happy of his work. Clay was now a young gorilla just past the right age to mate and devoid of any testosterone. She was short and young still but her nubile appearance would make het a magnet to any gorilla male. A real gorgeous beauty by ape standards. Her chest was flat but once pregnant, her breast would spurt incredible amounts of milk and her vulva was most sensitive, with thick labia full of bundles of nerves and clitoris ready to tingle at the slightest stimulation. Her vaginal muscles would happily clench around any gorilla penis and her fertility would awe any zoologist. The smell from her vagina would drive males crazy and the easy arousal of Clay would drive his libido forward and search to satisfy it at all costs. Her womb was spacious and soft as velvet, quite perfect to hold babies and once pregnant, she'd be submerged with mothering instincts. Coupled to her new sexual urges and being so receptive to males and future mates, Trav knew some male gorillas would soon be very, very lucky. As the instructor congratulated each sculptor personally and employees wheeled the subjects out of the room and into their new lives, Trav felt very proud of himself. Alas for him, this would not last. As he sipped on the offered cocktails, he was not aware that it had been laced with a potion destined top punish or reward the sculptors, binding their future new life with their model. If they had been kind in the transformation they had inflicted upon the model, then they would go off easy. Conversely, they'd soon regret having been thoughtless and inconsiderate. And more often than not, the sculptors were just mean, humiliating their models just for the fun of it. Trav was no exception and the potion in his drink would make a monkey out him indeed...