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Id: 56769
Posted: 2017-11-26 22:26:06
by MultiLimbedXeno
Size: 3600x2444
Source: chronorin.deviantart.com/art/The-Mud-Master-182393218
Rating: Questionable
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MultiLimbedXeno
>> #214119

Posted on 2017-11-26 22:26:33
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Based on a story by Zoe-the-Pink-Ranger: The gentle crashing of the waves against the shore roused me from my slumber. My head swam, and my lungs still burned from... from what?
I struggled to remember precisely what had blocked off my mouth and nose to make me black out. Whatever it was had obviously gone now as I could breathe. I tasted the salty air. The sounds and smells told me that I was near the ocean. I felt soft ground and a cool breeze against my skin, bringing the sudden realisation that I was naked.
Afraid of what I might see, I tentatively opened my eyes.

Beneath me I saw the ground looked soft an squidgy, like wet sand or mud. That was a point in favour of the beach theory, but as I looked up and around, I saw that I was in fact in some kind of cave. Some kind of growths on the walls provided minimal light. There was a pool of water gently lapping at the ground a few feet away. After a moment, I saw that it continued all the way to the cave mouth where it joined the ocean.

"Sea cave then" I murmured, pushing against the muddy ground and bringing myself upright with my legs folded beneath me.
"How did I get here?"

"Do you really not remember, Maria?" a deep voice asked mockingly from deeper in the cave.
"The people of Miami really do have short attention spans. Please come closer"

I shook my head, not trusting the voice. A vague memory came forth as my mind made a connection. This mud that I was sitting in felt just like what had engulfed my face back at my apartment... but that was impossible. Mud didn't have hands!

As if to prove my mental reasoning wrong, the mud began to churn, and two faceless feminine figures rose up, one on either side of me. They took hold of my arms before I could react and lifted me up.
I screamed at them to stop, but they gave no reaction. Within moments, they had fully-formed bodies. They carried me deeper into the cave, and though I struggled against them with all the strength I could muster, it made no difference.

The mud-women dragged me to a chamber that was much better lit. The walls were adorned with burning torches and what looked like sculpted busts of women, all with surprised expressions.
The floor of the chamber looked to be made of viscous wet mud, and in the centre of the room, atop an ornate clay throne, there sat a man.

"Hello, Maria" he said, smiling.
"Allow me to introduce myself. I am the Mud Master"
Of his normal features, only his head could be seen. He had pale skin, black hair, and a black goatee beard. His expression suggested amusement and confidence. His body was... different. It appeared to be sculpted from the same clay that made up his throne, boasting the incredibly toned physique of some legendary hero.

I felt very self-conscious in his presence, and tried to cover myself. The grip of the mud women put a stop to that.
"Why... why am I here?" I stammered, unable to think of any wholesome possibilities.

"I apologise for the means by which you were conveyed here" the Mud Master said aimiably.
"You see, I used to be a sculpter. I moulded statues of the most beautiful women in the world. I had it all, and then... there was an accident. I could no longer perform my craft, no longer create stunning works of art. I grew lonely and depressed, but then I discovered power over clay and similar materials. I could sculpt again, but no-one would come to model for me. I had to resort to more esoteric methods of bringing models to me"

As he spoke, a third faceless mud woman brought in a large case filled with a bubbling white clay. It was easily big enough to completely enclose a human being.
"You want me to model for you?" I ask incredulously. It seemed utterly ridiculous, like something out of a weird dream.

The Mud Master nodded.
"Yes I do. Now, with my powers and my servants, I could do this by force, but I don't like doing that. Willing subjects produce much better art"

I looked around at the busts on the walls. What I had taken for expressions of surprise could just as easily be shock or horror.
"They didn't volunteer" I murmured, my mind racing to figure out why not.
"If I agree to do this, you'll let me go?"

He smiled and nodded.
"Of course I will, Maria" he said kindly.
"I'm not one of those maniacs that need to be brought to justice by Cat Girl or the police. I'm just a physically damaged artist trying to produce things of beauty again"

I swallowed hard. The floor was made of clay, he had mud-women and some kind of power. If I tried to trick him and make a break for it, I wouldn't stand a chance. I'd have to take a leap of faith.
"I'll do it" I declared, which made him smile.
A moment later, the mud-women released me. [i]

[i]"You don't know how happy you've made me, Maria" he said, grinning.
"All you need to do is walk up to the case, take a deep breath, and then lower your face and breasts into the clay. My power will do the rest. You'll be able to see the results in no time at all"

Something about that grin made me uncomfortable, but I set my doubts aside. I walked forward, the muddy ground squelching beneath my feet with every step. I reached the case without anything creepy happening.
"Ok" I breathed, taking a firm grip on the sides of the case with both hands "Deep breath, then in I go"

Trying to ignore the expectant look on the Mud Master's face, I took the deep breath, and leaned over. Time to be immortalised in clay. Lowering myself into it, I was surprised by the smoothness of it against my breasts. I closed my eyes and my face followed. It felt incredible. A moment later, the clay began to move. I could feel it flowing around my head and over my shoulders onto my back. I couldn't see or hear anything, but I just hoped that it would be done before I couldn't hold my breath any more.

The seconds ticked past very slowly. One... two... three... four... five...
Something changed. For some reason, I felt an irresistable compulsion to open my mouth. Against my will, I did so, and thick clay surged down my throat like water. Unable to scream, I tried to struggle. My body wouldn't respond. I could feel the clay as it passed through me, changing me. My last thought was that I should never have volunteered...

The Mud Master laughed maniacally as the transforming clay did its work.
Within a minute, the woman Maria was a muddy puppet under his command.
He mentally bade her to rise from the clay, which she did. Her whole body, including her head was now featureless mud, shaped in the ideal feminine form. In her hands, she held a bust. The bust showed her former face, screaming.
Another one for his collection.

The End?
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