Millah's heart was hammering in her chest as she lay naked on the luxurious, thick carpet, her four breasts pooled on her chest. She smiled up at Melanie, the humantaur artist, and ran her foot along the humantaur's flank. Melanie, still perched half on the bed smirked back fondly. Millah stretched her arms above her head and tried her best to look sexy.
If Millah was being honest, she was feeling quite nervous. Melanie was several years older than her, more sexually experienced, and a well established artist. And a humantaur! Millah was still an art student, a raw, unproven talent and not someone who had ever had a one night stand before, let alone one with a glamorous humantaur! Even her transformation, a choice to duplicate her bust had been done only recently and was, Millah felt, gazing up at the radiant quadruped looking down at her playfully, much less courageous than she had thought. She wasn't quite sure what Melanie saw in her, but Millah was focused on trying to enjoy the experience.
She just had to make sure she didn't puke.
"Mmmm," Melanie purred, looking suddenly thoughtful, "I think you should come to my gallery tomorrow."
"What?" Millah said, surprised. "I mean, I'd love to, but..."
Melanie smiled, "You're cute when you're flustered." Millah blushed, somehow embarrassed and pleased at once. "I want to see what you think of my work."
"That's... really cool. But, demons, um, why?" Millah tried her best for a roguish smile, "I mean, I'm kind of a nobody."
Melanie gave her a serious look. "No. You're just inexperienced, relatively untrained. Which means you have an untainted perspective. And I value hearing what fresh, talented eyes see in my artwork."
"You think I'm talented!?"
"Of course," Melanie said in a husky voice, guiding Millah back to lay on the stairs. "I've seen your artwork, you have a lot of potential. Why do you think I wanted to have sex with you?" Melanie leaned forward and brought her lips to Millah's sodden cunt and gently ran her tongue along her clit.
Millah found herself nearly as nervous the next day standing at the reception area of Melanie's gallery. She had her best clothes on: the white blouse, black skirt, tights, and the simple flats she wore to her waitressing gig, but that somehow felt inadequate for the large, minimalist space and very trendy neighbourhood of the gallery. Millah knew she was definitely not cool enough to be standing there. And then there was the intellectual aspect of the visit: what insight could she possibly offer? Millah was proud of her work, certainly, but she was nowhere as experienced or urbane as the kind of collectors, critics, and established artists who visited Melanie's space. Besides, Millah knew virtually nothing about the work Melanie did, only knew that she was successful in some area of sculpture. Millah had barely had time following their tryst to shower and change before rushing to the gallery and hadn't had time to do any research. She worried she was going to look like such an idiot.
At least, thought Millah blushing a little, the sex had been fun.
And now it was too late because Melanie was coming to meet her. The humantaur artist was wearing thickly framed, severe glasses, a black turtle neck with a kind of tunic front that covered her forecrotch, an exaggerated pencil skirt that clung along her second torso and rear, and dark hose on all of her legs. She was wearing two pairs of the most expensive, and awesome ankle boots Millah had ever seen. Looking at how stylish and sexy Melanie looked, Millah knew with a tinge of shame that she was definitely underdressed.
This fact did not seem to bother the Melanie, who smiled brightly when she saw Millah. The humantaur artist stepped forward with a smooth grace and hugged the shorter woman. "I'm so glad you came! I would have been heartbroken if you hadn't."
"Of course," Millah stammered.
Melanie gave Millah a peck on the lips and stepped back, her arms resting on Millah's shoulders. "Before we go further, I'm going to explain my art a bit to you since I didn't give you time to look into it." Millah blushed. "It's better this way!" Melanie continued, "I want fresh eyes! I wouldn't tell you any more, but I work in a nonstandard medium, and there are some rules. I'm an alchemical body sculpture, Millah. I transform models into living sculpture and in return they agree to be displayed for certain hours of the day. I of course pay them for their time." She took a breath. "I make money from commissions mostly, designing bodies for wealthy patrons, sometimes for them, more often for a lover or volunteer they intend to keep as art. But these pieces in the gallery, these are the sculptures I do for me, that express my vision and what I want to show potential clients and, more importantly, other artists. Like you." Melanie looked into Millah's eyes for a long moment. "Okay?"
"Okay." Millah said.
"Great! I knew you would be alright with this," Melanie said, gently tracing the swell of Millah's double bust with her hands as she stepped back. "There are just two rules you also need to follow. You may not touch the artwork, and you are not to speak to the sculptures. They are not allowed to answer, and they are here to let their bodies, my artwork, speak for itself. Do you understand?"
"Yeah... of course." Millah replied.
"Excellent!" Melanie said, taking Millah's hand and leading her into the gallery.
The gallery was broken up into a series of small room enclosures. The first room had a simple wooden floor and bare white walls with a single sculptue inside. Sitting in a softly lit chair, leaning back, was a mostly ordinary looking woman. Except, Millah saw, she had a large pair of lips on each breast instead of nipples. She had her head tilted way back and was slowly and methodically applying bright red lipstick to her left lipple. A bright red lipstick that matched her other lipple, the lips of her mouth, and the colour of her stockings. The woman continued to lay their, serenly painting and repainting her lipples with red lipstick.
"What do you think?" asked Melanie, looking at Millah carefully.
Millah felt her pulse raise. What did she think? It was a rather tame transformation, far more normal than she was expecting after Melanie's explanation. But then again, the subtly of the change was probably a point of emphasis, a statement being made. Millah realised that despite the unorthodox medium of living people, Melanie's artwork was really a kind of modern art. Which meant that Millah kind of knew how to understand it. And to her surprise, Millah knew what she wanted to say.
Millah took a deep breath. "I think.... that this piece is making a statement about the way non-sexual... or at least not explicitly sexual bodyparts are sexualized in advertising and commerce. Lipstick as a cosmetic is designed to evoke sex, to insinuate the blush of inflamed vulva, but in a way that is subtle enough to pass in a society that still censors nudity and sexuality. By transforming the model's... sorry, the sculpture's nipples to become lips and having the sculpture perform lipstick application to her bare breasts challenges that barrier and, by making the implicitly sexual into the explicitly sexual, it interrogates the hypocrisy of that division."
Melanie, seeing Millah had finished, nodded. "Thank you," she said quite seriously.
Melanie led Millah to the next gallery room. This room was much darker, with black walls on three sides, and a tiled, slightly reflective wall on the other. In front of the tiled wall, lit from the opposite side, was the next sculpture laying on a table. Again the model was still broadly human, although this time the red-headed woman had a pussy on her face instead of a mouth or nose. Much like the last sculpture, Millah thought the staging was important. The model chosen for this sculpture looked young and girlish, but based on the generous swell of her breasts and fullness of her hips was obviously a mature woman. The sculpture was was also wearing white pearls, had white nail polish, and was holding a stem of roses to her face as if she were going to smell it. Or since she had a pussy instead of a mouth, Millah thought, maybe as if she were going to insert it into her facial vagina.
Melanie watched Millah expectantly as she paced a little, trying to see the sculpture from more angles. Millah felt the statement being made here was fairly straight forward, but that it was being done in an interesting and stylish way. She just needed to organise her thoughts.
"I think," Millah finally said, "that this piece is commenting on virginity. The flowers, the pearls, the young looking body, and the centrality of the vagina to this sculpture are all trappings of this cultural construct. And yet the sculpture is naked, sexually mature, and posed as if waiting for a lover. Demons, she has a glistening cunt for a mouth. This sculpture screams sex! Virginity is often held up as pure ideal, and yet, sex is healthy. Most people want their lovers to enjoy and want sex. Most young virgins, women virgins, actively want to have sex and are sexual. There is a tension, maybe a hypocrisy there... and I think this sculpture captures some of that." Milllah thought about how to say the next part. "This sculpture also, I think, gets at how the question of virginity can undervalue a woman. How whether or not a woman is a virgin or sexual can supersede her personality or intelligence or whatever. Since the sole transformation of this sculpture is making her mouth into a cunt, this transformation makes the state of her pussy the focal point of this work. It in a quite literal sense, silences this sculpture as a person and makes her into an object."
"Thank you," Melanie said.
The next room in the gallery was completely white and very evenly lit. Just off to one side of the room was a white upholstered table, something like an examination or massage table. Leaning against it, posed, was the next sculpture. This piece of artwork had undergone a more significant transformation, Millah thought. From the waist up the sculpture was a fit human woman, but from the waist down she was the same woman again from the waist up. It was as if the woman were two upper torsos fused together at the waist, like a Queen on a playing card. The top-facing torso had her arms resting on the table and was facing Millah and panting. The lower torso had her arms braced below their body to hold them up and was facing the floor. Her ribcage was also rising and falling with laboured breath. The sculpture watched Millah move around to look at it, slightly turning her head and biting her lip in a look of pained arousal.
Millah suspected this sculpture played into a similar theme as the others. She collected her thoughts and began: "This sculpture makes me think again of the duality of women. How they are expected to exist as pure mothers and daughters, but also as sexual lovers. If they are virginal they're prudes or spinsters, and yet if they are sexual they are whores and sluts. This sculpture takes a woman and makes her literally a dual being, simultaneously two women. One upward and forward facing, and the other replacing her legs and vagina, a sexual woman. But... am I right this statue has no genitalia? That she can't come?"
Melanie nodded. "No, the sculpture cannot orgasm. But she finds great and intense pleasure in the frustration of it."
Millah thought for a moment, "That must be part of it: that women are sexual. That denying that, being virginal doesn't change that. Holding it in, denial is a kind of sexual repression and without the release..." Millah watched the sculpture who was sweating and trying not to whimper in need. "Well... it's still clearly sexual." Millah gestured that she was done.
Melanie did her serious nod. "Thank you."
Melanie led Millah into a larger gallery room that had two statues. One side of the room was painted in a flat dark grey. On a stool in the middle of this section sat a statue on a black stool. Millah took a breath. This sculpture was more dramatic, and to her eyes, beautiful. The model had four legs, each clad in a knee high stocking. These legs were arranged radially, as if she were sitting into two directions at once. Between each of her legs was the pink gash of a vagina, leaving the sculpture with four cunts. The statues torso was covered in breasts, rows of them that ran all the way around her torso in rings. The sculpture had six, then seven, then eight breasts, 21 breasts in all. And, Millah realized, no arms at all. The model, finally, had a very tall neck and an expressive face that was watching Millah examine her. Millah felt her breath catch and her body respond. She found this sculpture very attractive.
The other side of this gallery room was more birghtly lit and was painted a much lighter grey. The sculpture here was merely holding herself off the floor. This statue had six limbs and two torsos. But, unlike Melanie who was a humantaur, this model was given four arms, and a second torso that grew out of the shoulders of the lower one. The top torso was essentially normal, a very toned, very fit looking woman from the waist up. This torso, held vertically, blended into the second torso which was horizontal to the floor and held up arms with hands placed flat on the floor. This torso had six very large breasts growing from it which hung heavily toward the floor. The sculpture ended in a pair of very long, very toned legs that were kneeling on the floor and wearing dramatic heels. The most startling change on this sculpture, though, was the enormous penis growing from between these shapely legs. This erect, human cock was as thick as a tree trunk and was as long as the statues lower torso. This meant the cock was pressed up between the model's six lower breasts in a downright sexual pose and the glans emerged, bulbous and huge, between the statues lower arms. Millah was staggered by the apparent strength of this scultpure and once again found herself more than a little flustered and aroused.
Millah looked at Melanie who was watching her intensely.
"I think..." Millah paused. "This isn't to say that your other sculptures aren't beautiful, they are. But... to me they are more powerful for their statements than their forms. These two sculptures though, are incredible. Just, like, aesthetically." Millah gestured at the armless woman. "This one in the way it expands the sexual characteristics of the model at the expense of her arms seems to be making a statement of beauty as pure artifice. And since it exaggerates breasts and legs seems to be playing with the idea of women as decorations, as sexual objects. But it's also just a remarkably beautiful form." Millah nodded towards the muscular hermaphrodite with the huge penis. "While this sculpture seems to emphasize beauty in power. The toned body of the model, the sheer size of the cock, the way the cock is thrust through the statues lower breasts, all seem to capture a kind of raw masculine strength. Which to me evokes the idea of male stereotypes of sexual ideals. But again, it's just a staggeringly wonderful form to look at." Millah looked at Melanie, "To place these sculptures together really captures the contrast between these two aesthetic ideas and shows the beauty and limitations of each. It's... really powerful."
"Thank you so much," Melanie said, looking quite touched. "I am so glad you came here. I knew I was right about you."
"What, what do you mean?"
"I must admit that I had somewhat of an ulterior motive for inviting you here today." Melanie smiled a little. "I truly did want to hear your thoughts. But I also wanted to see if you understood me, understood what I was doing here. And I think you do." Melanie gave Millah a very intense, sexual look. "I need you, Millah."
"Need me? For what?"
"Millah, I want to make you into a sculpture. Here. In my gallery."
Millah's blood ran cold and she felt her heart hammer in her chest. Melanie wanted her to become one of her pieces? To become, at least part time, an art object to be observed and commented on and discussed. It was a bold and terrifying idea. But there was something about the proposition that she found interesting if not actively enticing. As an artist, the idea of actually becoming art, as opposed to just doing it, had a kind of power. To her surprise, Millah was finding that she actually liked the idea. And she was certainly flattered that Melanie wanted her to join her personal collection.
Millah knew she also had to consider the practical aspects of this offer as well. Just the time commitment of posing in the gallery would create a substantial burden on her education and her personal life. And that ignored the fact that Melanie was planning to sculpt her, to remake her into something new. Millah had no problem with transformation, she herself had four breasts after all, but Millah had seen how limiting and life changing a more significant change could be. And who knew what Melanie envisioned for her. A milder transformation like the lipple or pussy-faced statues could be easily lived with, but the more extreme statues like the armless multibreasted woman, the powerful hermaphrodite, or the two-headed woman lacking genitals would all, Millah was sure, come with considerable difficulties. Could Millah negotiate life with an extreme transformation? Did she want to? If she was being completely honest, she found the more extreme sculptures the most intriguing, and if she was going to be art, she wanted to be something challenging. More information would help her make a choice... "Can you tell me what I would be? Would I have any feedback?"
Melanie shook her head curtly. "I'm sorry, but I do not work that way. You would be what I make you into."
Millah nodded, that was certainly risky, but she doubted that Melanie approached her body sculpture as collaboration. It certainly made the choice to model for Melanie a lot scarier, but also Millah thought, more interesting. She could live with that lack of power. Millah, she realized, might do it. There was just one more thing bothering her, "Would I still be able to do my own art?"
Melanie smiled, "If you are who I think you are, I doubt I could stop you. Or that you could stop yourself. You obviously cannot create while in the gallery, that time is to be art, not make it. But what you do on your own time? It is not up to me. Most of the sculptures here are artists themselves, and some of them spend their time here thinking about their art." Melanie smiled ruefully and swished her tail, "I only claim some degree of propriety on the body, not the mind."
Millah nodded. Having a job as art would certainly help her make ends meet while she pursued her own art projects. Millah had several young artist friends who were really struggling in menial jobs to pay the bills, work their student debt, and somehow find creative time to work on their projects. To have a reliable steady income for several years would certainly provide Millah with the security she would need to actually be an artist.
Millah felt herself make up her mind, felt somewhere deep in her guts that she wanted to do this. Knew she wanted to do this. She blew out a breath she hand't realized she had been holding and grinned shyly at Melanie. Blushing Millah said, "I would love to be your sculpture."
Melanie's face exploded into a smile and she squealed as she lunged forward, wrapping her arms around Millah in a tight hug. "I'm so excited! You will make such a beautiful piece!"
"W-when are you going to... sculpt me?" Millah asked, a practical part of her mind working on the details she would need to deal with.
"Right now!" Melanie said, tugging on Millah's arm. "I have everything ready in back!"
"B-but, don't you need time to make it?"
"It's all prepared. I knew what I wanted make you into since the moment I first saw you. So everything was prepared just in case." Melanie smiled at Millah encouragingly, "Besides, I am having a special gallery show tonight, and it would be the perfect time to unveil a powerful new sculpture." Some worry crept into Melanie's eyes. "You aren't having second thoughts are you?"
"No! No. I'm actually really excited. Just, uh, nervous is all." Millah closed her eyes. "Tonight is fine."
"Excellent!" Melanie beamed, and took Millah by the hand.
Millah allowed herself to be led to the back.
Eliza was trying to play things as cool as Beth, but she still couldn't believe that they had been invited to an unveiling party at a famous artist's gallery. She craned her neck every which way, gawking at all the shiny people and tiny foodstuffs and in the process she bumped into Beth's cheek. Her body mate, the other independent head and mind on their shared body gave Eliza a reproachful look. "Keep it together L," she quietly hissed.
Eliza and Beth had originally shared a single, conventional body, mind, and personality, but their progenitor, Elizabeth had chosen to have her head and mind split into two. At first the two new women were identical, sharing a common pool of experiences and genetics, but as time went on they started to diverge into distinct people. It had only been a few months, but Eliza could swear that all of the cynicism and composure had ended up in Beth, and all of the gawkiness had remained in her skull. "Sorry B..."
Eliza saw Melanie see them and begin to make her way over to them. For her opening Melanie seemed to be stitched into a custom black evening gown. The top was daring, all dipping neckline and exposed shoulders and back, which dipped into a hanging skirt in the front that let the humantaur's bare, toned legs swing in and out of view. The ingenious part was how the dress sinched tight again on the humantaurs lower torso before opening into a dramatic, flowing skirt around her rear legs. It was a very flattering statement, that somewho emphasized every stride of Melanies four long, strappy heel shod legs. Eliza, with an internal sigh, thought the humantaur artist was so beautiful and sexy. She had such a crush.
"Eliza! Beth! I am so glad you ladies decided to join me!" Melanie enthused graciously.
"Thank you for having us," Beth said smartly.
"Yeah!" Eliza gushed, "We're so very excited to be here! It's our first real gallery opening!" She blushed as she realized how loud she had been and felt her bodymate staring mental daggers at her as her jaw clenched.
Melanie giggled, "I can remember the first show I saw too! I remember being very excited and earnest." She looked wistful, "I felt very embarassed at the time, but I was told it was quite charming."
"That's a relief," Eliza said, blushing.
"I'll say," said Beth, smiling conspiratorially at Melanie who grinned and winked.
"So tell me," Melanie said, "have you girls seen my newest work? I am unveiling it tonight!" After a double head shake no, Melanie instructed the conjoined girls to close their eyes. She took them by the shoulders and instructed the to open them.
Eliza was confronted by a dramatically reduced scultpure. Overall the statue looked like a woman's body that ended at the waist: long, thin legs clad in stockings, garters hugging a shapely ass, and a kind of garterbelt-hat that rested on the smooth dome of skin that capped the sculpture at her hips. A pair of eyes looked shyly out from the smooth skin of the pieces crotch, right above an enormous, erect penis and balls. "Woah." said Beth.
Melanie smiled, winked, and leaned forward and gently blew a puff of air on the statues erect cock. The sculpture, through a mouth hidden behind her balls, shrieked in pleasure as her body bucked and the cock ejaculated.
"The sculpture has a hair trigger," Beth said, fascinated.
"What do you call it? Her?" Eliza stammered.
"Oh..." Melanie said, "I try not to name my sculptures. I feel that names constrain the art experience of the audience and get in the way. Plus all of my artwork are still people; renaming them seems a bit gauche." Melanie leaned closer to the conjoined girls, slipping back behind them and slipping her face between their heads. Quietly she said, "I just sculpted this piece today, and I'm still having difficulty not thinking about the model as she was before...."
"Wh-who was she?"
"I shouldn't be telling you this," Melanie whispered, "but she was an artstudent named Millah."
Later that night, in Melanie's spacious bathroom, Eliza was floating. Somehow the famous artist had decided she wanted to have sex with her and Beth. And now here she and her bodymate were, perched on the edge of the nicest bathtub she'd ever seen while a ravishing, glamorous humantaur sucked on their tits. Eliza moaned happily.
Melanie paused kissing their breasts for a moment and looked at them seriously. "I think you should come back to my gallery tomorrow."
Eliza groaned, "Of course, whatever you want...."
Beth frowned, "We'd be delighted to, but why? We were there last night..."
Melanie smiled and nipped a nipple playfully. "Yes, but this time it would only be you both and me and the sculptures. A private setting."
"Private sounds nice..." Eliza gasped.
"That..." Beth paused to hiss in pleasure as Melanie took another play bite. "That doesn't explain why."
"I want to see what you think of my work. I value hearing what fresh talented eyes see in my artwork. And I think you are both very talented."
"But we're photographers," Beth said, "student photographers even."
"Then I want to see what my work looks like through your lens!" Melanie said playfully, kissing down their shared stomach. "Bring your cameras. She me what you see in sculptures, show me what you think about my models."
"Beeeethhhhh," Eliza whined. She just wanted her bodymate to shut up so they could go back to fucking. Plus spending another day with this brilliant, beautiful artist would be lovely. "Of course we'll come to a private showing at your gallery! What could possibly go wrong with that?"
Melanie smiled coyly. "What indeed?"
And with that Melanie finally reached Eliza and Beth's cunt and ran her tongue slowly along their labia.