Ken quickly found himself powerless to say or do anything. The hours ticked by and he felt strange things happening to him but he couldn't do anything.
Then he overheard a conversation between Alfonse and Tommy.
Alfonse said, "That's not right. Why is he so pale?"
Tommy said, "I switched him out. He's not going to the department store like most of our test subjects. He's going to a sculpture garden."
Alfonse said, "So we don't have to do anything with his cock and balls then."
Tommy said, "Nope. It would look strange for a statue to not have genitals."
Ken couldn't believe his ears. How could his brother put him on display like that for five years? But as much as Ken wanted out of this, there was nothing he could do. He just waited for the hours for him to be turned into a statue and then delivered to a garden.
The day he was set up, it was nice and sunny. Ken had a beautiful view. He was almost looking directly at a beautiful female statue and he wondered whether she was also a test subject.
Ken could also see a few other statues, both male and female. For the first few months, Ken tried to ignore them but as time went on, he grew to appreciate how they all looked good. The whole garden with all the statues was a beautiful place. Many weddings took place there as well as other special occasions and Ken began to feel like he was part of the beauty of the place. He didn't forget his nudity but he began to feel like his nudity graced the weddings held their. Ken convinced himself that his naked presence was helping send couples off to a wonderful life of wedded bliss.
Alfonse and Tommy would visit from time to time. Alfonse was clinical. He'd simply take measurements quietly and leave. But Tommy would talk to his brother.
Tommy admitted, "We're not supposed to talk. The experiment is supposed to determine how you'll react to being treated like an object for five years but I don't think it's going to hurt the experiment to talk to my brother. My brother makes a beautiful statue. Oh, looks like a pigeon splattered your cock. Here, let me clean that off for you."
The days passed. Most days were sunny and beautiful. At first, Ken struggled with boredom but then a serenity overcame him and he no longer felt bored. He didn't really think much at all. He was awake morning and night and did not sleep but unless there was something going on to think about, he mostly just felt peaceful. When he did think, he was free to think beautiful thoughts without interruptions or worries. The only times he was uncomfortable were on days when the weather wasn't so good, but even then he was surprised at how peaceful he could be through the storm. He could feel cold and wet but he didn't feel any pain or freezing.
He stopped caring about time. Then one day, it was time to reanimate him.
Tommy asked, "Alright bro, you should be able to speak now. How are you feeling?"
Ken lay there peacefully.