The Mold By Dosman!

Tiena felt the material form around her body and began to panic. It was a frightening experience, almost like being buried alive. She wanted to scream out in pain, but knew better. Instead she lay on her back, on the piece of plastic and let her friend continue her work.

Lying still on the plastic, she watched as the plaster poured down on her from above. Her friend Riere stood over her, holding the bucket and slowly pouring the plaster down onto her. Tiena was very uncomfortable about the whole situation, but refused to abort it. She had promised Riere that she would help her make the plaster mold, and she didn't want to back out now.

Every time the plaster hit a new section of her body, she became more nervous and her imagination wandered even farther. Riere poured the material from 3 feet above her, in a constant flow, and was now reaching her knees. Tiena's legs were pressed tightly together, and the material flowed between them anyway.

Tiena closed her eyes briefly as the semi-liquid coated her thighs and began to wonder about life in plaster. To not be able to move. To be helpless. To be so dependent on those around you that you couldn't even choose when to blink, or eat or wiggle. Fear moved through her again, and her eyes shot open in distress. Riere looked down on her and smiled.

"Are you ok?" she asked.

Of course she was ok. At least, she thought she was. She knew that it would all be over in a couple hours, but her secret fantasies, and her fears were colliding. Did Riere know that she had once dreamed of being a statue? Should she tell her? Had she even admitted it to herself yet? Her mind raced at a thousand thoughts a minute.

Her entire body shuddered as she thought of never escaping Riere's mold. What if she was trapped forever. Being fed through a straw. She realized how impossible it was, how unobtainable it was. Part of her was disappointed, but at the same time another part was relieved.

Why did she feel so torn? It was such an easy thing to see. She could not live life as a statue, or as a plaster-covered object. It just wasn't feasible.

What if my head was free, she thought to herself. I could eat, and talk and be sociable. No, that wouldn't work out. It would have to be all or nothing. Her mouth opened, her voice ready to ask Riere to never release her, but she knew that it would be a disaster. Her mouth closed again, faking a yawn.

The plaster hit Tiena's crotch and shocked her. Although she was wearing a satin panty, the feel of the liquid still drew her attention as it oozed between her legs. Her mind raced at this new stimulus. Suddenly sexual thoughts compounded the problem, clouding her judgment. More of her wanted it to never end, but the part that was wise fought back.

With no family, and only Riere to claim as a friend, it seemed easy to accept life as an object, but she knew that she'd miss out on so much.

Tiena had seen a lot of the world in her 25 years, but hadn't seen it all. There was still so much to see, so much to do. She knew that all of that would be taken away if she was an object. But, something told her it wouldn't matter. Nothing would matter. The whole world would be nothing to you. You'd just have your thoughts, and your beauty as an object.

The secret hidden voice within her was right, the world didn't matter, and the world didn't need her. Tiena didn't even reopen her eyes as the plaster coated her flat stomach. She was beginning to feel more at ease with the coating. She felt Riere spread the material around, and coat her in it. She felt the liquid flow over her hands, which were pressed tightly to her sides. She felt them become bonded to her flesh.

By this point, the quick dry plaster had already turned to stone around her feet and ankles. She could feel it constrict, feel it hold her tightly. She knew that soon she would feel that around her entire body. Her thoughts drifted off as the feeling spread up her legs and the new material flowed onto her breasts and arms.

A few minutes later, Tiena was awakened by a poke at her cheek. She opened her eyes and looked up. Riere stood over her, holding a smaller container, and smiling.

"Ok, your body is done and dried" she told Tiena.

Tiena tried to lift her head to look at herself, but she could not. Riere's word had been confirmed. Tiena tried weakly to move, and found that she could not. Even the plaster on her neck and base of her head was stiff and unyielding.

Tiena smiled as she realized how helpless she was. "Never release me" she whispered to Riere. Her friend nodded as she spoke the final words Tiena would ever hear. "I wasn't planning on it".

With that, she poured more plaster from the smaller container over Tiena's head and face. The plaster quickly sealed her eyes and mouth shut, and began to fill her ears, making her deaf to the world. With in a couple minutes, her head was just as useless as the rest of her body. The only breaks were the two clear plastic straws leading to her nose, which were quickly trimmed to the level of the plaster.

Inside the rock hard prison, Tiena began to realize the true nature of her new life. She would never move, or speak again. She would never see a bright sunny day, or kiss someone. She was nothing now, just a slab of stone in her best friends art gallery. An itch on her leg begged for attention, but there was nothing she could do to relieve it, as there was nothing she could do at all. She just lay there in the dark, wondering why it had come to this. What had driven her to want to be a plaster object?

Her mind wandered off. With no external stimuli, it was hard to keep it under control.

Sometime later, Tiena began to feel a tugging at the shell that covered her body. She began to panic! What was happening to her? Was she being broken? Why would someone disturb her?

Light flooded onto her eyes as the entire slab of plaster was pulled from her in one piece. Tiena blinked her eyes as the light blinded her. She felt as if a huge weight was taken from her, and she watched as 2 men carried the plaster slab to a nearby table, leaving her lying on the floor.

She slowly moved her arms and placed her hands on her stomach. Riere stood over her, looking down. "How do you feel?" she asked.

Tiena looking up and smiled. "That was wonderful" she confessed. She slowly stood up and picked a bathrobe off the hook. "How long was I in there for?" Tiena asked.

"Only 15 minutes. I wanted to get you out in case you were panicking in there"

Tiena wrapped her arms around her friend, giving her a hug of thanks. "It was amazing. My mind just made an entire fantasy of the whole thing. I imagined myself becoming an object, becoming your property, assuming I was never going to be released"

"Well, I knew it would get you worked up if I played along with your little game and told you what you had been hoping to hear. Now remember, next time you have to do it to me." Riere told Tiena.

"I know, I know. Don't worry. I've gotta run now, I've got dinner with my parents. When will the statue be done?"

"I don't know, when can you pose for the back half..."

-Dosman!
December 28, 2000

 
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