The three weren't sure what had just happened, but they were damn
curious about those cannisters. So Eric led the way down the metal
ladder that descended from the catwalk to the factory floor. It looked
more like a fire escape than a conventional ladder. Sei and Mike
followed. The each made a loud thud as they dropped from the ladder to
the floor. They didn't notice the hiss of odorless gas being pumped
into the room. Their unseen observer adjusted his gas mask to make
sure his oxygen tanks were working properly.
The gas was both subtle and potent. He smiled as he watched the three
young men's crotches bulge. The first side effect made Viagra look
like Skittles. The second one - he grinned and watched.
Eric went over to the first cannister of white resin. He picked up a
stick and tapped it hard. There was a cracking sound, and several
chunks broke away.
"You shouldn't have done that," whispered Sei.
"Shush. Let's see what was making all that noise," Eric said. "Mike,
help me with this."
They lifted out a couple of large chunks leaving a resin human head
visible.
"Sheet, it looks like Ryan!" gasped Sei.
"Let's get him out of there," Mike said.
He and Eric wrestled the heavy drum/cannister to the floor with an
even louder thud, and cracking sound. The resin on the skin seemed
different than the stuff that had surrounded it. It must have bonded
to Ryan's skin, and created a stone like substance. The stuff that
didn't bond remained mostly like plaster, so it was easy to separate.
The substance seemed to have the opposite effect on cotton that it had
on flesh and leather. Ryan's shoes were rock hard, but his cutoffs
and t-shirt literally disintegrated like cobwebs revealing his smooth
plasterized body.
"Looks like Ryan enjoys being a statue," Sei said.
Mike looked at him like he was crazy.
"I mean look at his boner."
All three pairs of eyes were transfixed on Ryan's stele.
The unseen watcher grinned steaming up his gas mask. The second side
effect was taking hold. The young men's inhibitions were dissolving,
and their sex drive was shifting into overdrive. It didn't matter
whether it was male or female, it only mattered that they were hornier
than they had ever been or would ever be again. Judgment was out the
window. In true villain fashion, the watcher absentmindedly began to
rub his gloved hands together in evil anticipation.
Ryan had regained consciousness. He wasn't dead yet. He was however
totally immobile. He could hear muffled sounds through the resin
filling his ears. He had no idea that the chemical had seeped deep
within his tissues to convert him to living statue. The resin was
highly oxygenated and contained several additives originally developed
for NASA and prolonged space missions. It suspended animation for
years, but NASA had dropped it as it didn't suspend mental activity.
Sure you didn't need water, air or food for the astronauts on decades
long journeys to other stars, but they would be totally conscious for
the entire trip, and in a completely sensory deprived state. After a
few months in the trials, madness ensued. No one wanted to consider
what a hundred years in waking stasis might produce.
Ryan's transformation wasn't complete yet. His feet were still flesh.
The leather shoes were like stone, but his socks served as a dusty
sort of insulation. His toes could still move. The only part of him
that told him he was still alive.
Mike and Eric hefted Ryan's encased body up on a table, and one of the
shoes shifted. The thick sock had dissolved, and using a conveniently
placed hammer the right shoe was now shattered and it exposed the
cobwebby remnants of Ryan's sock as his real live foot.
Ryan didn't know who or what was tickling his foot, but he desperately
wanted it to stop. They examined the ankle which was solid resin all
the way up, but seemed to be working its way down into Ryan's foot
slowly.
"He's still alive."
They rotated him over so that his butt was up in the air.
"What's that?"
"That's why he had a boner! It's a vibrator. Probably the reason for
some of the noises we heard. It looks like it's silicone, maybe it'll
just slide out."
He grabbed it and pulled it straight out. It made a loud popping
sound. All three noses crinkled up as Ryan's bowel odor filled the
room. The resin butt cheeks and anus did not spring back to close the
plasterized chute.
"Man, that looks fuckable?" whispered Eric, shocked at his own words.
From the looks on the other two's faces, they were thinking the same
thing.
"I've got some condoms," Sei said softly taking out his wallet.