"There, finished," Misty said as she examined the statue that was formerly Johnathan. He was now a perfectly smooth, wax boy. His small frame now held a muscular physique. His chest was smooth, bold and thick. His torso was small, rounded like a cylinder. His short arms were flexed, with thick hard biceps. Johnathan had been posed in the position of the famous Shepard's Boy statue. The thick black wax held him firm, his hair plastered against his face, but with the wax, he was bald. Misty then started to spray paint him silver.
"There, a new statue for the exhibit." she said before carting the finished statue to the holding area. She placed Johnathan right next to his brother. "It's unfortunate I didn't get to sculpt this one in wax," she said to Johnathan as she rubbed her hands against Ryan's muscular body. "I would have enjoyed molding him. Oh well."
Misty left the three boys and returned to the machine to find Arwin in the process of coating Sei in wax. Mike was unconscious on the floor. Misty walked over to the unconscious boy and stripped him of his clothing. When she was done, she heard the tell tale sound of the machine finishing coating it's victim and pulled Sei out. Arwin then went to place Mike in. Within two hours, Misty was acquired two more statues.
"Time to take them to the museum," Misty said before having Arwin cart them into the truck.
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The Manor Museum was a magnificent and wonderful museum in Graytown. It brought many to it's doors. Many of it's exhibits contains statues, some stone, others plaster or wax. Some statues were clothed, some not. Some statues were of people, but there were some of animals like dogs, cats, turtles, birds, ect. Besides the statues, the museum held paintings and vases. People came from all over the world to look at Misty's beautiful art work. She was a true artistic genius.
"If only they knew the truth." Misty thought to herself as she watched. A young woman came over and began conversing with her. They laughed and politely conversed. Then her cell started to ring. Excusing herself, she went to a corner and picked it up. "Yes?"
"Misty. There is another group of boys in the manor. Four of them this time."
"Very well, you know what to do." She said before hanging up and returning to her exhibit. As she did, she met with an old friend.
"Misty, how are you?"
"Akila, it's been so long." the two women hugged and blew air kisses. Akila had once been an artist who helped Misty before her museum. Now Akila owned a very unique and erotic museum two towns over.
"Misty, I was wondering if you are inclined for a business proposal."
"Oh? Of what kind?" Misty asked.
"Well, I'm getting older by the minute and with the arthritis, it's getting harder to sculpt. so I was wondering if you could sell or even sculpt some 'special' statues that a few clients have requested."
"Why of course, anything for an old friend. In fact, you could say that I was just about to get to work on four new ones. I'll be glad to donate them to." Misty said. Excited, Akila began to tell Misty about the specifications for the statues.