Misty paced around her newest human canvas wondering how to shape the awkwardly posed boy into something more elegant. She came to the conclusion that the boy needed to be posed correctly for what she had finally decided.
Johnny, trapped within, was growing weary of struggling. He had been wondering how he could even still be breathing in the solid wax prison. His wonderings were drawn to an abrupt halt when he felt the wax around his body getting warmer and looser. Excited, he tries to move his arm and it shifts sluggishly only to be grasped by a familiar rough hand. Too tired to resist, Johnny hands are forced to the base of the marble slab upon which he'd been placed, forcing his legs to bend outwards as his rear was forced onto the slab too. To Johnny's dismay the wax on his arms and legs were subject to a jet of ice cold water setting them in place. He wanted to cry, that was probably his last chance of escape and he was too exhausted to take advantage of it.
Misty pushed down on the boy's lower back while gripping the boy's neck holding it in position. His head ended up facing a corner of the ceiling but his eyes still darted in panic. A muffled groan escaping the stilled figure.
Misty brings out her hot knives and starts working around the crouched model. Starting at the base she shaped the disfigured lumps that were Johnny's hands and feet. Johnny could feel the fingers being pressed further together but couldn't look down due to the angle of his frozen head. Satisfied that they were narrow enough, she gouged three grooves into each hand and foot turning them into paws.
Continuing up the arms she skillfully narrowed them down and moved to the chest where she smoothed it down as Arwin pushed the shoulders back and further together. She could then carve a tuft of fur to give him a proud chest. His back was smoothed down as she worked her way towards the buttocks. She poured more molten black wax onto the seated rear making the thighs thicker while Arwin pushed the child's knee painfully so that Misty could round the knees off to make the feet look much longer almost digitigrade.
Johnny felt a warmth in his backside, his fears were confirmed when something long was poked into his hole. A muffled scream came from the statue, but Misty only chuckled sadistically.
Arwin removed the large rounded stick mould leaving a hardened hole.
Misty brought out a preformed tail of blackened wax and applied a concoction of molten wax and a sedative to the tip before inserting it into Johnny's fresh crevice. Johnny could feel the warmth inside him now, his mind slowed down, his eyelids would have drooped shut if they weren't held in place by the wax. He drifted off in a wave of pleasure, no longer caring or fearing what was happening around him.
Misty noticed his eyes glaze over, his muffled protests now silenced to a quiet moan that almost sounded like a contented mewling. She tapered the neck from the shoulders up making it look unnaturally long on a human. Finally she moved to his head.
She picked up the heated rod and plunged it into Johnny's mouth. Too docile on the drug, Johnny hardly flinched and she poured more drug laced wax into the new opening via a tube. She carved sharp teeth over his original teeth and carefully teased out his wax-coated tongue. Freezing the mouth open with a permanently stuck out tongue.
She continued, pushing the cheeks in toward her, it brought the nose upward giving him a cute feline muzzle. She pressed his nose in carving a triangle over it. She picked out some completely blacked out contact lenses and inserted them over his glazed eyes, then she carved with great skill around the eyes to give them a sharp feline appearance.
Melting the excess wax on the back and side of his head, She smoothed it up and brought the excess up to the top of his smoothed head, where she shaped them into two large triangular ears. His original ears still trapped in the smoothed out wax by the side of his head.
She gave the whole piece a thorough polish once the boy hardened and stood back to admire her handiwork.
What was on the marble slab was no longer a slender waif of a child, but a slender cat sitting to attention looking proud.
The drugs finally worked their way out his system and he was aware that he was no longer on the marble slab....