Tina closed her laptop and groaned in frustration. Recently she had taken up digital drawing as a hobby. She had always had an interest in art in general. Seeing the things people were able to create in this day and age had led her to want to try it herself.
After many months of practice she was, for the most part, pleased with what she was able to do. She was quite good at creating backgrounds and scenery. However, drawing people was still difficult for her. She particularly struggled drawing hands. No matter how much she practiced she never seemed to get any better at it. Her attempts at drawing hands always ended up looking more like animal paws. Such was how Tina's current project was looking.
Tina looked out the window and saw that the sun was just about to set. With a sigh, Tina decided she had spent enough time inside for one day. She got dressed and exited her apartment to see what was going on downtown. As she was walking she looked around to see if there was anything interesting along the way. It wasn't long before something did catch her eye. Along the sidewalk there was a sign advertising an art show.
Tina figured the art on display there would be quite a bit different from the kind she had been getting into. Still, she figured it couldn't hurt to check it out. Maybe she could get some ideas from what she would see.
Sure enough, when she arrived at the building where the show was being held, what she saw was mostly canvas paintings. They were quite different from the digital pieces that Tina was creating. This did not stop Tina from admiring the skill that went into them. There were landscapes that beautifully depicted various scenery, from city skylines, to ocean shores. There were also abstract paintings that Tina found herself staring at and thinking hard about what they might be depicting.
What really caught Tina's eye were the portraits. None of the artists displaying their works here seemed to have any of the issues Tina had when creating art depicting people. Every detail was amazing, the faces, the clothing, even the hands. Tina wondered if any of the artists were actually there. Even if it was a different medium, she would love to see if they had any advice for her. She would be ecstatic if she could draw people half as well as they were painted here.
Tina's attention was currently fixed on a portrait of a woman in a dark purple dress. She was quite impressed with this one. The details were incredible. The dress looked like smooth fabric instead of oil paint on a canvas. The woman's hair seemed as if each strand was painted on with a microscopic brush. The shading of her skin was so detailed that if Tina didn't know better, she would think she was looking at an actual woman. Tina wanted to pick the brain of whoever created this.
As soon as Tina finished that thought, a voice spoke to her.
"Glad to see someone likes my work."
Tina was startled at suddenly being spoken to. She turned to find a young man smiling at her. Apparently this was the artist of the painting she was looking at. Despite Tina's surprise at suddenly being spoken to, he seemed friendly enough. Asking him about his art would probably be worthwhile. Since he was right here, she figured she might as well. He was clearly talented if he had indeed painted the portrait Tina had been looking at. There likely was plenty she could gain from finding out how he does it.
"I don't see how anyone wouldn't." Tina replied politely. "It's very well done."
"Oh, I've done better ones than this, I appreciate the compliment though." He said, barely looking at his painting.
If this guy had better paintings than this, then Tina definitely wanted to see them.
"Is this the only painting you have here, or are there others?" Tina asked.
"Oh there's another one, but it's a bit further back." The artist replied. "It's a bit more risqué though."
Tina was not concerned with that. She just wanted to learn whatever she could.
"I don't mind, I'm actually looking to get some art tips." Tina said.
"Oh, are you a painter too?" He asked curiously.
"No, unfortunately." Tina replied honestly. "I've been working on some digital drawings. I'm not sure if there are any skills that could also apply, but I'm wondering if you can give some advice. When I draw people, I just can't get the eyes and the hands right."
The artist didn't seem bothered by Tina's request. Instead he smiled at her. "I'm not sure if anything I have to say will be useful in a digital form but I'll be happy to show you what I can. My name is Allen by the way."
"I'm Tina, it's great to meet you!" Tina responded politely.
"Well, the other painting I'm showing here is over this way." Allen said, pointing to another area of the hall.
Tina followed Allen to the other side of the hall until he stopped and pointed to one of the paintings on the wall. Tina had to do a double take. Allen wasn't kidding about this one being risqué. This painting also depicted a woman. However, there was no detailed dress on this one. She was completely naked, lying on a pile of pink satin bed sheets. Her anatomy was painted with enough detail to make it look like a photograph.
"Well, it certainly captures the human form." Tina said awkwardly. "Did you have someone model for this?"
"Oh yeah, I don't think I could have done one like this using only my imagination." Allen responded nonchalantly.
"Hard to imagine anyone lying naked in front of another person you aren't dating." Tina said. "Doesn't it get awkward, seeing someone like.....that?
"It's no big deal as long as you're professional about it." Allen replied.
"I guess I'll take your word for it." Tina said skeptically. "I have to admit, the result is impressive, though." Tina continued, looking at the painting again.
"There's plenty more I could show you. I rent a warehouse a few blocks away from here that I use as my studio and gallery. Care to take a look?" Allen asked eagerly.
"Do more of them show people in the nude?" Tina asked jokingly.
"Some do, some don't." Allen replied.
Tina considered the offer for a moment. However, it didn't take long for her to want to study the work of a good artist.
"Alright, lead the way." Tina said.
A while later, Allen was turning the key to the warehouse door. He opened the door and held it so Tina could walk inside. She walked a few steps in before Allen turned on the lights. Tina nearly gasped in surprise at what she saw. Hanging on the walls were what had to be hundreds of paintings. All of them seemed to be of women. They were painted in various outfits, from dresses, to casual clothes, to swimsuits. There were also plenty of them that had no clothes at all. Every one of them was just as detailed as the ones at the art show.
"How did you have time to do all of these? Did you really get all of these women to model for you?" Tina was amazed. She really wanted to know his secrets now.
"It really doesn't take long once you get going on one." Allen answered. "And yes, most of these had someone model for them."
"Unreal..." Tina said, admiring a few of the closest ones.
"How would you like to model for one?" Allen asked.
Tina was surprised by the sudden request. "Whoa, we just met, I'm not posing naked for you!"
Allen laughed. "I wouldn't expect you to. All I really need is for you to stand in front of me while I paint. No need to take anything off."
Tina considered the offer for a moment. She had wanted to learn more about how Allen creates his art. So, what better way than to see him in the act of painting?
"Okay, I guess it couldn't hurt. Let me know what I have to do." Tina said.
"Great, let me show you to the studio!" Allen said brightly.
Tina followed him up a flight of stairs to a smaller room. Once inside Tina saw an easel and art supplies piled on one side of the room. A large mirror covered the wall facing the easel. There were also blank canvases stacked against one wall. Next to the stack were a few paintings that appeared to be works in progress. Like the ones in the gallery, these featured women. However, in these unfinished paintings, the women depicted were the only thing on the canvas. Tina found the lack of backgrounds somewhat jarring, but figured it was just his creative process. The only other noticeable thing in the room was a white circle that was painted in the middle of the floor.
"So this is where these are all created, huh?" Tina asked.
"Yeah, I have it all set up in here. Are you ready to get started?" Allen replied.
"Might as well." Tina agreed. "What do you need me to do?"
"Just stand in the circle in the middle of the room." Allen instructed.
Tina did as she was asked and walked over to the circle. She stood in the middle of the circle feeling a little awkward. Allen took a seat in front of the easel.
"Well, do you want me to strike a pose or something?" Tina asked.
"Oh no, as long as you stay in that circle you don't have to do anything else." Allen replied.
With that, he picked up a paintbrush. Without even dipping it in any paint, he stroked it across the bottom of the blank canvas. As soon as he brush crossed the canvas, the circle surrounding Tina began to glow with a bright blue light. Tina would have jumped from shock at the sudden brightness. However, as soon as the light appeared, she found herself unable to move. A few seconds later, she found herself being lifted into the air by some unseen force. Tina wanted to ask if Allen had done this, but she found that she also couldn't speak. Allen didn't seem the least bit surprised or concerned about what was going on, all but confirming he was behind it.
"Now, you said you were struggling to draw hands? Here's how I do it." Said Allen in a bored tone.
He moved the brush across the canvas without dipping it in any paint again. As he did so, Tina felt something brush against her right hand. As Allen moved the brush across the canvas, the mirror on the wall behind him allowed Tina to see it. There was no paint on the brush, but what looked like fingers were appearing on the canvas.
The sensation of something brushing her hand persisted. Tina strained her vision downward to see what it was. She tried to scream again but was still silenced by whatever force was keeping her suspended in midair. The fingers on her right hand were gone. Where they should have been, there was only more of the strange blue light that was coming from the circle. Allen made another stroke with his brush, and the knuckles of Tina's hand were replaced by more of the blue light. In the mirror, Tina saw the fingers that were painted on the canvas gain knuckles above them.
Tina was truly scared now. She didn't know how it was possible, but it seemed some kind of magic was occurring. The glowing circle, the way she was levitating, it couldn't be explained logically. This made what she was seeing between her hand and the canvas all the more alarming. As her hand disappeared into the blue light, more of a hand appeared on the canvas. Allen kept brushing the canvas and the rest of Tina's hand and wrist were consumed by the light. Meanwhile, a full hand and wrist were now painted onto the canvas. It was as if she was becoming the painting.
Even though Tina's hand appeared to be gone from her arm, she could still feel it. She couldn't move it, but then again, she couldn't move the rest of her body either thanks to this magic or whatever it was. Allen continued moving the brush and Tina's arm continued to disappear. Finally, the blue light worked its way under her sleeve and out of Tina's view. Allen continued brushing, not seeming to pay any attention to Tina. She could feel the brushing sensation on her shoulder and assumed that the blue light was continuing to consume her. Sure enough, a bare shoulder soon appeared on the canvas as her sleeve went limp.
When Tina's shoulder fully appeared on the canvas, Allen paused for a few seconds, seeming to examine his work so far. When he resumed, the sensation sent shock through Tina's entire being. The brushing sensation was going over the top of her right breast! Tina's mind was in a frenzy over the mix of emotions and stimulation she was experiencing. She knew what was happening to her even if she didn't know how. Yet, the feeling of the brush was oddly pleasant. She was appalled at the idea that she could enjoy anything about her current situation. However, her sense of touch betrayed her. The brush continued its work, transforming more of Tina's breast into part of the painting. All the while Tina desperately wished she could cry out, not sure if it would be from fear, anger, or pleasure.
A painted breast slowly appeared on the canvas. It was quite clear that the light's effect wasn't also working on Tina's clothes. Finally, it reached her nipple. Tina felt the invisible brush go over it and her mind went blank. It was torture to not be able to make any noise. The circle's magic kept her still and silent as the brush worked on the sensitive flesh. When Tina could focus again she saw that a bare breast was now fully showing on the canvas.
She didn't have time to process this before the process began on her other breast. Tina again was left to silently and motionlessly deal with the feeling of a brush going over one of the most sensitive parts of her body. Her thoughts became a series of moans and cries. By the time Tina regained her senses, her entire chest was showing on the canvas.
Allen didn't give Tina any time to think about this. He continued moving the brush. Tina could now feel it going over her stomach. This produced a tickling sensation that Tina had no way to escape. It was pure torture, yet she wanted to burst out laughing. Her body wanted to pull itself away from the tickling, yet the magical force kept her utterly locked in place. It was at its worst when it reached her navel. She desperately wanted to let out a mixture of a scream and a laugh. The tickling sensation let up a little once it got past her navel, but she still wanted to move her stomach away from it. Through watery eyes she could see almost her entire torso now showing on the canvas.
The brush had finished going over hips. It was now approaching what Tina had been dreading since she realized what was happening. The brush was now making its way to Tina's crotch. She couldn't protest as the brush began going over her vagina. The tickling was gone, replaced by pure pleasure. It was twice as intense as it was when it went over her nipples. Her entire being wanted to let out a moan. Her mind blissfully forgot the danger she currently was in. Every stroke of the brush sent a shockwave of arousal through Tina. She would climax if this kept up.
Then, right as Tina was about to orgasm, the brush moved on to the top of her right leg. She was left to slowly regain her senses as the brush painted one leg, then the other. Unlike the vivid touch she felt from the brush before, Tina was only vaguely aware of the brush going over her legs. Once Tina had recovered her wits, nearly her entire naked body had been painted on the canvas. All that was missing was her head and her left arm.
Allen swiftly began painting her left arm. Tina was left to silently feel the same brushing sensation she had felt on her right arm when this ordeal was starting. The feeling of the brush on her arm wasn't intense enough to cloud her mind. This gave her plenty of time to dread what would happen once her whole body appeared on the canvas. The brush reached her fingertips, and with that, her left arm was finished. All that was left was her neck and head.
Allen paused for a few seconds. Then he slowly moved the brush above the headless body showing on the canvas. He took his time before resuming, as if taunting Tina. Finally he moved it to the canvas. Instantly, Tina felt as if a large invisible paintbrush had touched her neck. This time the brush produced a terrible itching sensation. As it moved over her neck, it felt as if an extremely rough shirt collar was rubbing against her neck. Tina had no idea how she wasn't suffocating with her chest and now her neck being transformed into paint on a canvas. The brush continued to scratch Tina's neck for a few more seconds.Then it moved to her face and got worse. The bristles poked uncomfortably into Tina's face. She thought she would be blinded when it went over her eyes. It continued to scratch her head relentlessly. Tina could now see the actual bristles of a paintbrush in front of her.
Finally, it stopped. Tina saw Allen's hand holding a paintbrush move away from her. Tina immediately noticed that Allen was now right in front of her. Behind him, she could see the mirror on the wall, and her own reflection. Sure enough, she was now nothing more than paint on a canvas. Her naked form stared motionlessly back at her. Behind the canvas she was now trapped in, the mirror showed her clothes lying in a heap inside the circle. The blue light faded and disappeared.
"Well, that's how I do it. I hope that was informative." Allen said as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
"What did you do?! How is this possible?! Let me out of here?!" Everything Tina wanted to scream at him was racing through her mind. However, the painted image she now was didn't move or make a sound.
"Oh yeah, you did say you didn't want to pose nude. Sorry about that. Let me fix things for you." Allen continued.
He picked up some paint from his art supplies. This time he actually dipped his brush in it. Tina soon felt the brush on her again, this time accompanied by the feel of wet paint.
A few hours later Tina found herself part of a proper painting. The canvas showed her standing in a field of sunflowers wearing a white sundress and straw hat. There was no way to tell that the woman depicted in the painting was actually a trapped person.
"Well thanks for modeling for me. It turned out great!" Allen said in a tone that was a little too cheerful.
Tina continued to try to demand answers, but she was just paint on a canvas now. Moving and speaking was no longer a possibility.
"I think this is definitely good enough to display in the gallery." Allen said.
He picked up the painting containing Tina and carried it out of the studio. He found an empty slot on the wall and placed his new painting there. Tina now found herself surrounded by paintings of women in different outfits and settings. Allen left the warehouse gallery and turned out the lights. Tina was left in her canvas prison, hanging on the wall.
That's where she has been ever since. She quickly lost count of the days she had been hanging there with nothing happening. Tina had not moved at all since she had found herself trapped in the painting. All she could do was silently lament her predicament and wonder about the other paintings. Were all of them real people at some point? Had they all been led here to model only to end up as artwork? Tina had seen a few women walk past with Allen since she had been stuck there. She never saw any of them again but did see Allen bring some new paintings to hang up. It turns out 'Allen' wasn't even his real name. She had heard each of the women address him as something else.
While looking for any sort of hope, Tina would think that all of these women going into the warehouse gallery and not coming out would get the attention of the police. However, if they searched it, all they would find would be the paintings. It was unlikely that they would figure out that the missing women were trapped in those paintings, and even less likely that they would know how to undo whatever magic was responsible. So she would hang there, day after day. With nothing to occupy her, her mind would wander back to the vivid sensations the brush produced while dooming her to this fate. She wondered if she would ever get to feel anything again.