Miguel was enjoying the steam when he felt a painful prick on his lower back. He yelped, standing up and looking back in time to see what looked like a spider scuttle off. He stared at the creature, his eyes widening. He wasn't sure if he should panic or not. He didn't know a lot about spider bites, but he knew they could be dangerous.
He didn't realize he was starting to sweat a lot more. His muscled body was glistening with his own sweat. He panted and turned for the door. His reflexes grew slow. He noticed everything seemed blurry, and then everything around him seemed to move at a snail's pace. He could actually see the steam around him moving vividly in front of him.
From behind the mirror, his audience member watched as his body started to get affected by the venom that had been injected into his system by the spider. His entire body was begining to move slowly. His body was being coated in a layer of his own sweat, which was slowly being converted into a special waxy substance. It was clear so you could see his entire body, but it reflected off the light like plastic. She grinned, watching as his body was locked in position. She stood up and walked out the room.
Miguel didn't know what was going on. He couldn't move. He could hear, breath, and see, but he couldn't move. His body was locked with his right arm stretched out, reaching for the door. He groaned. His glasses started to fog over, condensation covering them. He heard the door open and saw a foggy, blurred shape entering. At first, he thought that it was one of the guys. However, the shape seemed...off.
There was a sudden breeze and he heard the towel hit the floor. However was in front of him took off his glasses and then picked him up. He was taken out the room and dragged down the hall. He cried asking what was going on, but he couldn't get a word out. What was going on?
Miguel found himself in a dark room with a metal table in the middle of it. The person effortlessly put him on the table. He felt their hands practically groping him. They fondled his ass, rubbed their fingers around his shaft. He let out a small gasp at their cold hands messaging his smaller head. Then the hands rubbed his biceps and pecs. His glasses were put on his face again and he saw a woman standing in front of him.
She was not someone he expected. She was a tall, amazoness. She was wearing a tang top and sweat pants, showing off her four pack stomach and broad shoulders. He let out a gasp. He was laying on a metal table, naked, in front of a muscle woman. And he couldn't move!
"hmm, you seemed surprised. Not all artists are models you know. Do you expect all women to be skinny little tooth picks? Hmm?"
She put on some elastic gloves and then picked up a jar.
"Maybe I'll lather you up with this special cream and see what I can change you into. Or maybe I could have some fun first."
Miguel's eyes widened. Fun? Change? He started sweating again, which only further prevented his movements. Then she descended.