Don't Touch the Statues
One of my first ever flash commissions, a janitor runs afoul of a cursed statue.
I do flash fictions commissions now, down to 1000 words!
It was a rather large job, cleaning an entire university wing by oneself, but when Joe had been tasked with the job to make the old section ready to take on new students he eagerly accepted the chance for overtime. He had been drowning in debt ever since his accident, and with his job as a janitor he was only making enough to get by, much less pay on his bills. Since they wanted the entire thing done in a week it meant a lot of hours to his paycheck, but also a lot of time alone in what had been an abandoned building. Still, it was at least peaceful as he made his way past the old arts and humanities offices. But just as he was finishing up waxing he hear what sounded like someone crying out for help. "What the hell..." the janitor exclaimed, taking out his keys to open the door marked storage, opening it to find a dark room with various statues in it. "Hey, who's there? This wing is off-limits!" "Over... here..." a strained voice said, and to the janitor's surprise it sounded like it was coming from one of the statues. He turned on his flashlight and saw it was a marble figure of a very muscular, very naked man save for a metal helmet on his head. "Please... help..." Though he was blaming fatigue, the janitor could hear the desperation in the voice that prompted him to go over to it. As he did he found himself blushing slightly at seeing the statue was depicted as being fully erect. "Hey, this some kind of prank?" the janitor asked, looking around for some sort of recording device. "No... no prank..." the statue replied, the janitor taking a step back at hearing the voice inside his own head. "I've been... cursed... by the helmet. Take it off... and free me..." Though the janitor didn't like the idea of potentially damaging property, using his flashlight he saw that the helmet did look loose on the statue's head. Despite his reservations, and the potential for another bill, he decided to grab the helmet and pull it off. It was a bit heavy, but when he finally pulled it loose he heard a mental sigh of relief. To his shock he saw the statue starting to change, the marble shifting hue to resemble human flesh as the muscles began to deflate. It really was a curse... but as he continued to watch the transformation in awe he found his hands slowly lifting the helmet up towards him. "Hey, wait a second," the janitor said, his arms starting to shake as he attempted to keep himself from putting on the helmet. "What's going on?! Why... why am I trying... to put this on?" There was no response from the statue, but even as he attempted to drop the helmet he found his body betraying him. For some reason there was a part of him that had to put it on, and it wasn't long before he found the metal slowly slipping over his balding head. The second the metal touched the skin of his forehead it sent an electric tingle down his body, which caused the cursed artifact to slide down the rest of the way. As soon as it settled on his neck the janitor found himself no longer compelled, but when he attempted to take it off it felt like it had glued to his face. "Oh yeah, sorry about that," a familiar voice said, the janitor looking over to see the statue's head had reformed. "But the curse of Baldor doesn't allow you to remove the helmet yourself. I'm also sorry for leaving you like this, but I can't let this chance slip by, and you're going to grow out of those clothes anyway." The janitor tried to tell for the man to help him, but all that came out was a muffled grunt from the helmet. When he was approached he tried to back away, but after the first step his feet started to feel like they were made of lead. As the former statue informed him that he would want to find a stable position to stand in he took off his shoes, revealing the janitor's feet were not only swollen but also had turned a brilliant white with black lines in it. Marble... it was the same marble as the statue, and as his pants and shirt were being pulled off his body he found it increasingly hard for him to move around to try and stop him. Within the matter of a minute he had been stripped down to his underwear, but by that point he couldn't even move another step. A low groan reverberated through his body as his body began to swell and expand, hearing a new voice in his mind declaring him as the vessel of Baldor. Even though the janitor tried to resist his mind was being battered with waves of pleasure, which were reflected by his maleness pushing out the front of his underwear. Patches of marble quickly appeared on his skin that was being stretched out by cords of pure muscle, but with all the strength coursing through his body it was getting harder and harder to even move. Eventually his thighs widened and his cock jutted out enough that his underwear ripped, the waistband snapping and revealing his marble erection while washboard abs pushed out the shiny white flesh above it. As the other man finished dressing and was about to leave the janitor saw him turn back, looking at the rippling muscle of the creature transforming to be the stand-in for him. There was a faint glimmer of hope that perhaps he would try to save him, but instead he just ran forward and snatched his flashlight. Bastard... as the room was plunged into darkness once more it cloaked the naked marble man, his form settling with a haze of pleasure that came from his erection. With no way to pleasure himself the janitor realized that he would be stuck like this, his muscular body on display, until someone took the helmet off of him and the curse with it...