The Day After

The Day After

a Price of a Wish story

by Abbacor

* It is the day after James has been brought to a hospital in central USA. He lies in a private room completely encased in a head to toe glow-in-the-dark cast that only has opening just big enough for medical tubes and wires to pass through, nothing else is exposed. Doctors are at a loss as to what to do and how to handle their patient while reports of the effect of James’ wish begin to crop up from further and further away from where he lay.

In London, England a young woman is about to embark on an adventure that will impact her very life in an unexpected and unfortunate way. Her choice of materials will manage to fulfill the necessary criteria to fall under the now spreading effect that is occurring with any cast that is applied. While the wave of affected people would not reach her part of the world for another four to five days, her own desires and dreams are just as strong as those James holds. Because of this her own creation will ‘come to life’ much earlier than others in her region and she will become the very first non-medical recipient of James’ wish in the world. But due to the differences and timing of her situation her story was lost in the hysteria that quickly erupted. *

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            Joy checked her supplies and nodded in satisfaction, “Looks like I’m ready to get started.”

            Opening the first bottle she pours the contents into a deep wide bucket.

            “Now to add the second part to this along with the slowing agent.”

            Taking a second bottle equal to the first one and a much smaller bottle she pours both into the bucket at the same. Using a power drill with a mixing attachment she turns it on low and runs it through the mixture for about a minute to mix it thoroughly. Then Joy adds in a small can of wood stain to give it the color she wants. Using the mixer again she only runs it for about ten seconds so the stain looks like a big wispy swirl in the almost clear fluid.

            “That looks good. The slowing agent will give me a lot of extra time to work, but I don’t want to dawdle now.”

            Pulling over a box she pulls on a pair of long rubber gloves and starts dropping rolls of cloth into the fluid in the bucket. She makes sure that the rolls are completely submerged and keeps going until the box is empty and all the rolls are soaking in the semi-thick fluid.

            Stripping off the gloves and tossing them into a waiting garbage can Joy strips off the few clothes she is wearing leaving only an old, tatty bra on and sits down on a stool next to the bucket. On her other side is a short table with a lot more rolls of cloth and fabric, rubber exam gloves, some sealed plastic bags, tubing, and a large bottle with a lid that had one end of the tubing attached to it. Grabbing two plain white t-shirts off the table she puts them both on.

            “No need to make a mess of my own clothes, but I’m sure I will need these to protect my skin.”

Joy puts on a pair of the exam gloves and taking one of the sealed bags marked Catheter Insertion Kit, opens it, and removes a plastic tray which holds several items along with a catheter. She quickly preps her genitals, connects the external end of the catheter to the drainage tube, and carefully inserts the Foley catheter into her bladder until urine begins to flow out and she inflates the balloon inside her bladder to keep it in place.

“That is always an odd feeling, but I’ll need it by the time I’m done here. Better keep moving before the resin starts to cure.”

Joy removes the gloves and sets the drainage bottle behind her to keep it out of the way and grabs one of the lengths of fabric. Lifting her right foot she begins to unroll the cloth over her foot leaving a short bit hanging past her toes and goes up her leg until she reaches her hip with a small amount of fabric still bunched up. Taking the second matching roll she quickly covers her left leg in the same way. Next she opens a roll of cotton padding and begins to apply a layer around her left foot. She makes sure to fold the loose end of the tubular fabric inside and over her toes and covers them with the cotton. When the roll runs out she grabs another and keeps going. Grabbing more rolls as needed she continues to apply the padding until she has applied five layers to both legs.

“That should protect my legs just incase the resin soaks through more than I expect or if it gets too hot.”

Switching from the cotton rolls she picks up a roll of linen bandage and begins to carefully wrap it around her right foot. She enshrouds her entire foot and toes completely while making sure to keep her ankle held at a ninety degree angle this time. Once she is satisfied she continues to wrap on up her shin. As with the cotton rolls, as each linen bandage runs out a new one is picked up and the bandaging continues on up her leg to the very top. Two more layers are applied to her right leg before Joy switches and begins the process on her left leg, ending when three layers have been applied there as well.

“Okay, that’s done. It’s time for the fun part. I hope this works like I think it will.”

Grabbing a new pair of long rubber gloves and donning them, Joy carefully reaches into the bucket and pulls out the first roll she reaches. Squeezing it out and letting the excess resin drip off for a moment she then unrolls it a little bit to inspect it. The stain has soaked into the cloth unevenly making it look old and stained as if by age.

“ Nice, that’s just what I wanted it to look like.”

Lifting her right foot she begins to wrap the resin soaked cloth even more carefully than she wrapped the linen bandages. She follows the same basic pattern she used with the linen and is even more careful to keep her ankle at ninety degrees. Working at a moderate speed so she can be careful how the cloth is wrapped Joy covers her foot and leg with four layers of the resin soaked rolls. When she needs to put her foot down for a quick break or to grab a new roll of cloth she rests her heel on a thick plastic covered pillow placed on the floor underneath the thick drop cloth that is spread out around her.

Inspecting her work Joy sees her leg wrapped in what looks like old bandages that have been lying around for a thousand years if they weren’t wet and glistening. Her ankle is held at a perfect ninety degree angle and her knee is perfectly straight. None of the linen bandages are visible; the new rolls cover them entirely. Only the tubular fabric and a short bit of the cotton padding are visible above the level of the resin soaked wraps. Testing the cloth down around her foot it is still soft and pliable.

“Good so far. That’s the first leg. Time to start on the second leg and then the next step.”

Reaching into the bucket Joy pulls another roll out and begins to wrap her left foot with the same precision and care as she did on her right leg. A little while later and now her left leg matches the right. Both legs are wrapped in four layers of resin soaked rolls of cloth. Again testing the cloth on her right leg with a gentle squeeze at the foot she notes the cloth does not spring back quite as quickly this time but is still easy to manipulate.

“Better get a move on here, it looks like I’m going to reach the limit of my easy working time with this stuff before long.”

Reaching into the bucket again, this time a wider roll is pulled out. Once the excess resin has been removed Joy carefully lifts up both feet and places them together side-by-side. Bending down to reach her feet she has to bend her knees some and also winds up getting the t-shirt over her breasts and tummy on her bandage covered thighs.

“Damn. I knew that was going to happen. Hope I don’t end up sticking too much there,” she says as she peels the t-shirt off her thighs.

Joy wraps the larger roll of cloth around both feet at the same time, pulling the cloth tightly to press her feet together into one limb. She works quickly covering her feet and toes completely again and works on up her legs while tightly wrapping them together and pulling out new rolls as needed. Once she reaches the top she folds over the exposed ends of the tubular cloth she had put over her legs at the start of her session and creates a soft edge with the cotton padding she had also left exposed. The resulting top end comes right up against her crotch in the middle and rises up towards her hips on the sides.

Peering into the bucket, “Still not done. More of the big rolls to go still.”

The next roll Joy pulls out is a bit wider, and she starts down at her feet again with wrapping it in place. Again Joy is pulling tightly on the cloth as she unrolls it. This causes the previous layers to press down together and pulls her legs together even further. Using more of the new size rolls she works up to the top again and pins down the folded over ends of the fabric underneath a couple of turns of the resin bandages.

“Almost done. One more layer to go.”

A new roll is removed and this is wider yet again from the previous layer; this one appearing to be about six inches wide. This layer takes a bit longer to wrap in place for a couple of reasons. First, she is now using a figure-eight pattern going from her toes all the way up her legs. This takes more time to wrap so she gets the exact look she wants. Second, the previous layers already applied are thick enough, and the resin on her legs is now beginning to cure so that it has gotten very sticky, that her legs are getting noticeably stiff and Joy is trying to not bend her knees so she does not get creases or a bend left in her work.

After a bit of a struggle Joy completes the last layer. She had to work some at pressing her knees straight again without causing an indentation on the bandages which is difficult but she manages to accomplish it successfully, leaving only a barely detectable bend at the knees.

Looking down at her t-shirts,”Yep, ruined. Glad I bought these cheap just for this. At least my skin is clean. Well mostly,” she says looking at her arms.

Stripping off the rubber gloves and tossing them in the trash they are quickly followed by the t-shirts.

“Oooh, my back is not happy with all the bending over I’ve been doing. Ouch. It’ll just have to get over it though. I need to try and help this resin set quicker now.”

Grabbing a hairdryer from under the table Joy turns it on to a high setting and begins to blow the hot air back and forth over her now encased legs. As she works the heat over the resin she does lean back some and stretches her back with her other hand.

About fifteen minutes later, “Mmmm, that heat is starting to get through. Feels good, but I better back off so it doesn’t get too hot in there.”

After more than an hour of carefully adjusting the distance the hairdryer is from her legs and the level of heat she is running, joy gingerly touches the outer bandages with a fingertip and pulls it back dry.

“There we go. Just a tiny bit tacky still but good enough for me to start trying to clean up a little bit here. At least the best I can now. That looks really good.”

Taking a minute to look at her work, Joy’s legs have lost all definition with fifteen layers of various thick bandages wrapped around them. There is simply a single foot shaped base that bends at ninety degrees and continues up in a gently widening column to her hips. The wood stain she used has colored the wrappings and as the resin dried it darkened them even more so that now they resemble bandages that are over a thousand years old. From the tips of her toes right up to her hips Joy looks like a mummy that has been pulled from its tomb in the desert sands.

Trying to move her legs Joy is brought up short.

“Um, yea. My legs are supposed to be stiff, but dang that is still surprising. How much can I move them in there I wonder?”

She flexes her thighs to bend her knees and feels only a tiny bit of movement; mostly it is just her muscles tensing up. Moving down to the ankles she tries again with the same result, barely any movement at all. Even trying to wiggle her toes Joy is only able to move any part of her that is inside the resin hardened bandages surrounding her legs the tiniest bit.

“Wow. I guess the resin did soak down into the linen bandages from the fiberglass cloth rolls I prepared like I thought it might. And pulling the outer layers tight really packed everything together too so there is practically no room left to move inside. Too bad I can still wiggle a little bit in there, but I guess that is to be expected with having to bend my knees like I did. But,” she tries to wiggle everything again, “it does not feel like there are any odd pressure points so the cast padding I used did the trick it seems.”

Joy sits up then tries to lift her legs with just her leg and hips, but finds she needs to use her hands and arms to help lift them up.

“That’s heavier than I thought it would be. Maybe I should have gone with the lighter cloth, but I wanted to make it solid.” She knocks on her thigh getting a solid sounding thump. “And solid it is.”

Turning back to all of her supplies and equipment she rearranges the leftover items on the small table into more organized piles of like items. Reaching around the bucket of resin she manages to grab a lid that she presses on to the top of the bucket until it snaps in place.

“Shoot. I was planning on letting that fully cure before dumping the leftover, but I wanted to get it out of the way. Guess that will have to wait.”

Dropping down onto the floor, Joy is able to gather up the plastic drop cloth and get it into the trash. Then, making sure to keep her drainage bottle close, she drags herself over to the side with some difficulty and gets a box that she takes back over and stores the leftover items in it and drags the box back over to the corner she took it from.

Looking up at the time, she crawls over to her couch and picks up her cell phone from the coffee table and dials a number.

“Hi Jessica! ... Yea, I did it. ... It worked out great! ... You should see it, my legs look just like an Egyptian mummy! ... Well, with the resin they are super rigid now. ... Yea, I could use a little help. ... Sure. Come on over. .. Great, see you soon. ... Bye.”

“I’m glad that girl has the same interests I do in mummification, and she’s a good friend. She’ll flip when she sees this.”

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Joy continues to work at tidying up her mess until a knock on the door announces the arrival of Jessica.

“Come on in,” she calls out.

The sound of the door opening and closing is followed by Jessica appearing around the corner and stopping to stare.

“Well, what do you think? Cool isn’t it!”

“Joy, that is simply ... AWESOME!”

“I know, right?”

“Your legs look like they came off a real mummy! And I love the pattern going down your legs all the way to just before the toes like that. How’d you do it? A figure-eight wrap?”

“That’s it. I did the last layer with the widest rolls and did a figure-eight so the wraps crossed over in front from bottom to top as far as I could take it.”

“Well you did a damn good job of it. They aren’t even all shiny like I expected from the resin.”

“Yea, the resin really soaked into the cloth instead of staying on top. It even soaked down into the linen bandages underneath too I’m pretty sure.”

“Oh, really? Did it get to your skin too?”

“No. I was careful and have protection under there.”

“Oh good. What all did you use?”

“I started with some stockinette like they use for casts, then I used several layers of cotton cast padding, about five I think, before I started rolling on the linen bandages. I used three layers of those on each leg.

“Next I started using the fiberglass cloth I found. It was a bit thicker than some, but the price was a good bit lower so it was worth it. Cutting up that cloth took me several days to get enough rolls of various sizes for the amount I wanted.

“I wrapped my legs separately still in narrow rolls for about four layers then brought them together to start binding them into one limb using wider rolls. All told I have around fifteen layers of bandages on me. Although the last layer is double thick because of the way I did the wrapping to get this pattern, so technically it’s like sixteen layers.”

“What about the resin? What did you use?” Jessica asked.

“That was a two part resin I found that I had to mix together. The place I got it from was able to provide a slowing agent that made the resin cure and set a lot slower than normal, about five times slower they said, and also thinned out the resin a good bit so it would soak into the fiberglass cloth more. It worked really well and I had plenty of time to let the rolls soak and then work with them.

“I got most of the color from a standard wood stain that I barely mixed in so it was patchy and colored the cloth unevenly. When the resin dried it darkened a bit too and there it is.”

“Very cool. So, what’s it feel like? Can you move your legs any?””

“Nope. Well, not really. I’ve got just a tiny bit of wiggle because I couldn’t help having to bend my knees while I was working on my feet each time I started a new layer. But it’s so close to totally no movement it doesn’t really count as far as I’m concerned! The resin has set up most of the way now and it’s rock hard. Here, knock on it.

“See? Solid. The instructions said the resin could be cured faster by baking it or applying heat with a heat gun, so I used a hairdryer for over an hour to help cure the resin enough so that it would not stick to everything when I started trying to move around. But it’s actually a lot more solid than I thought it would be.”

“Really?”

“Oh yea. As I was wrapping on the layers to bind my legs together I made sure to pull the rolls tight which compacted all the bandages underneath. That made it nice and tight from toe tip to crotch.”

“How’d you get the cath in? The fiberglass looks like it is pressing up into your crotch pretty good there.”

“It is. I put the cath in first before I started. I’ve been dragging the bottle around with me as I try to straighten up in here.”

“How hard is it to move around like that?”

“With it being so rigid I can’t bend or move anything below my hips. And as high as I made it when I sit up straight it presses firmly into my abdomen. And it’s heavy. I can’t lift up my legs unless I use my arms.

“All I can do is drag my legs around like a dead weight so it take me a bit to get around. I have yet to try the stairs.”

“Well what do you need me to do?” Jessica offered.

“Think you could drag that bucket out to the porch? It’s the leftover resin and I don’t want it to stink up the place while it cures and gets hard. Once it’s a solid block I figured on tossing it at the dump.”

“Yea, I can get that out. Anything else?”

“Um, put that box next to the stairs, it goes in my closet up there. It’s the rest of the supplies I got for this and didn’t need to use. Then how about some supper? I haven’t eaten since breakfast when I got up this morning.”

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A simple but healthy meal follows, and the conversation is mostly about other topics although what Joy has done also comes up as well. After the dishes are taken care of by Jessica they sit on the couch and talk more about her now encased legs.

“So, what are you going to do now? How long are you going to stay like this? It’s not like you can go out or even walk with those bandages on you.”

“Not without help, no, I can’t really go anywhere. I planned on that though and I am thinking on keeping this on for the week.”

“The whole week? For real?”

“Yea. I have things setup to make it work and I’m taking some vacation time I have built up at work.”

“Neat. Can you even stand up like that at all?”

“I haven’t had the chance to try yet. Want to help me up and find out?”

Jessica get up off the couch and stands next to Joy who reaches up one hand for Jessica to grab and uses the other hand on the arm of the sofa to lift her up. Together they get Joy upright and she tries to balance on her bound feet.

“Whoa, steady there. Don’t let go of me.”

“I’ve got you.”

Joy wobbles a little bit but they manage to find her balance point where she is able to keep herself standing while holding onto Jessica’s hand for a little added support.

“Okay, there it is. That’s about it.”

“Are you good there? Can you stay up?”

“Yea, I think I’ve got it now.”

Joy reaches down with her free hand and gently squeezes the wrappings on her thigh.

“These bandages are still a tiny bit tacky on the outside. I bet they are still a little soft and if I keep standing up for a bit my weight will flatten out the bottom some and make it easier to stand up.”

“Do you want to stay up for a bit then? Is there something around here I can go grab to put beside you for support?”

Joy looks around, “Um, yea. Think you can drag that bookshelf over here? It comes up to about my armpits and should work. Just yank everything out of it onto the table and put the side of it up against my side.”

“Yep, that’ll be easy. You gonna be good until I get it over here?”

“I think so, but don’t take too long.”

Jessica quickly empties the shelves out onto the dinning table and pulls the structure over next to Joy and gets it situated so that Joy has it against her side with her upper arm laying across the top which giver her plenty of support to remain standing.

“Perfect. Now I won’t fall over and once the bandages fully dry and harden I’ll have a nice flat platform to balance on when standing.”

“Um, Joy, I was wondering, how are you going to get that off? I mean, you are going to keep it on for a week so it’s going to be completely dry and hard long before then. I doubt we could unwrap it even now as it is.”

“I have that covered as well,” Joy says with a laugh. “I’ve got a vibrating power saw upstairs which will cut through the fiberglass.”

“A power saw? Isn’t that dangerous? You’ll cut yourself!”

“No, not at all. It’s a cast saw that I got online. The blade doesn’t spin, it vibrates back and forth really fast so it only cuts the hard cast and not the soft bandages or skin underneath. It’s perfectly safe.”

“Oh, good. You had me worried there for a moment.

“Hey, what about pictures? You’ve got to get pics to show this off!”

“Oh yea, I’ve got something all setup to get some really good shots of this. You’ll need to help get me upstairs and finish setting it up in a little bit.”

“Oh, now I’m curious to see what you got for this. Of course I’ll stick around and help.”

The two women continue to talk for another hour while Joy remains standing. Eventually she reaches down and gives her thigh another squeeze.

“Dang still tacky. I think we’ll have to do something to cover up my legs when I go to bed tonight so I don’t end up sticking to my bedsheets. But I bet I’ve got a good flat bottom now. Let’s check.”

Jessica moves the bookcase aside and Joy remains standing without wobbling. They get her back down on the couch and as she is tipped backwards there is a sticky peeling sound as her feet are pulled up from the hardwood floor.

“Damn, that’s going to be a mess to clean up later. Is the bottom flat?”

“Oh yea, you’ve definitely got a flat spot now.”

“Well at least that worked. Ready to get me upstairs now?”

Jessica gets a big grin,”You know it. I want to see this picture session.”

Joy crawls over to the stairs and slowly pulls herself up each step backwards while keeping her drainage bottle next to her and Jessica lifts up her legs to help with the weight. They get to the top and take a short break from the effort.

“Wow, you weren’t kidding when you said your legs were heavy.”

“I know. I figure by the end of the week I’ll have worked up to moving my legs around a bit easier, but I’m glad you’re here to help tonight.

“Oh, hey. I almost forgot. Go back down and grab my laptop bag while I get into the bedroom. We’re going to need it. And grab the supply box too.”

Jessica retrieves the laptop and box and return upstairs to find Joy sitting on the floor of her bedroom with her back to something where her bed should be located.

“Oh my gods. What is ... Joy! You’ve setup an entire scene for this! It’s amazing!”

“Thank you,” she says with a smile.

“I knew you were working towards the mummy wrappings, but this is simply outstanding! You’ve obviously been planning this for a while haven’t you?”

“I have. It’s been hard to keep it from you too. You almost caught me on a couple occasions when I was working on parts for this, and I almost let the cat out of the bag a few times because I just so wanted to tell you. But I kept it secret and now you get to see the fruits of my labor.”

Jessica wanders around the room taking in all Joy has done to setup a scene for her photo shoot.

Where her bed normally sits is what looks like a stone alter. Checking she finds it to be painted plywood with a lightly padded top for joy to lay on. There are several rolls of bandages places at the corners of the alter as if in preparation to be used. The walls around the alter which used to be painted a very light pale lavender are now covered in wallpaper with Egyptian designs on them. Two small braziers on waist high stands are in each corner of the room by the alter, although with no fires lit within them. Joy’s DSLR camera is setup on the tripod in a perfect location to capture the entire scene.

“Where is your bed?”

“It’s under the alter. Once we’re done it breaks down easily so I can lay in bed to sleep. Go put the box in the closet.” Joy giggles.

Opening the closet door Jessica gives a little shriek. “Holy shit! Joy! You made a sarcophagus!”

“Heh heh. Yep! Put the box on the floor there and pull it out against the wall over there. We’ll use it for some of the shots.”

Joy directs Jessica in what is needed to get her laptop hooked up to the camera so she can setup a timer for some of the shots as well as letting Jessica take the DSLR off the tripod to get other shots she wants. The braziers are pulled away from the walls and a small fire is lit in each one and they get the photo shoot going.

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With Jessica’s help Joy gets pictures of her standing up with her arms held in fake chains “hanging” from the ceiling, then with her lying down on top of the alter from several angles including a few from Joy’s angle of view. Next they manage to get the sarcophagus up on the alter and barely get Joy inside it to get some more pictures of her inside, getting angles looking from both the feet up and the head down as well as from the side. Eventually the photo shoot ends and the fires are immediately put out. The alter is easily pulled apart revealing the bed and Joy gratefully rest herself along with Jessica on the soft blankets and pillows after getting her knee length nightshirt pulled on.

“Joy, that was the most awesome thing we have done yet. There is no topping it.”

“Almost nothing could.”

“What do you mean almost? This was hard work, but there is no way to beat it unless you plan on adding more to your mummification.”

“Speaking of hard work, you’ve been super Jessica. Grab the laptop bag for me would you?”

“Sure.” Jessica reaches over and passes the bag over to Joy. “Here.”

“This is for you,” Joy hands a small envelope over to Jessica. “You deserve it for all you did tonight. Thank you.”

Jessica looks inside. “Wow Joy, are you sure? That’s a lot.”

“Positive. It’s all yours.”

“Thank you.

“Now about that ‘almost’. Just what do you mean?”

“Heh. Yea. Well it’s more of a fantasy really.”

“Oh? Do tell.”

“Okay.

“So, all of this is kinda born from a fantasy scenario I’ve had in my head for a long time now. This doesn’t quite fit what I’ve dreamed up, but it’s good enough for reality.

“Anyways, what I have been dreaming about is a lot more involved and deals with magic curses.”

“Ooo, a magic curse is always good. I assume it’s an ancient Egyptian mummy curse then? Keep going, tell me everything.”

“Remember this?” Joy pulls out a necklace she has been wearing from under her nightshirt.

“Oh yea. That symbol of Anubis you found in that shop one time. It really fit in with the shoot tonight too.”

“Well it’s been my good luck piece I always wear any time I work on or do something with my interest in mummification.

“In my fantasy, it turns out to be a real relic from ancient Egypt and is an actual holy symbol of a high priest of Anubis. For whatever reason I end up getting cursed and the holy symbol has the power to make the curse really happen.

“The curse is one of being slowly mummified alive over a week, well a work week that is not including the weekends, then kept alive indefinitely within my wrappings to suffer; knowing I’m alive and trapped but can’t move or make any sound to try and get free and watching the world go on around me. Nothing I try will stop the bandages from wrapping me up, and I can’t cut them off either. I end up completely mummified in the traditional method with my arms crossed over my chest, my mouth stuffed full so I can’t make any noise, and the bandages over my eyes just thin enough that you can’t see them but I can still see out somewhat. The symbol becomes enshrouded within the wrappings where its power will continue to work and keep me caught in the curse for all time.

“I end up on display in a museum where I can only stand in my sarcophagus and watch all the visitors go by me each day but I can never let them know I’m in there and still alive. Inside my wrappings, my body also withers and ages and eventually mummifies completely while the powers of the holy symbol and the curse keep my soul trapped within my mummiform never to be released.”

“Oh wow Joy. That’s intense. I don’t know if I could handle all of that. The mummified over a week sounds like fun. Even being on display would be cool. But only for a short time, not forever. That would be too much for me. Maybe a day or two, even three or four if there were a way to feed me and take care of the toilet somehow.”

“Yea, that’s the hard part, but that’s my fantasy. There’s a little bit more to it, but it’s really erotic in nature and kinda personal. I even dream about it at night some times. Usually when I’ve done something during the day that focuses a lot on mummification.”

“Like today?” Jess says with a grin.

“Oh yea. Big time like today. I’ll probably have erotic mummification dreams all night tonight,” Joy replies with a giggle.

“So. How are you going to do the bathroom thing this week? Your toilet is rather small up here, will you fit?”

“I doubt my legs will fit in the space for the toilet. I was kinda hoping you’d help me with one more thing tonight for that. You don’t have to since it’s kinda gross and I’d completely understand.”

“I think I know what you need, and I can handle it. You want an enema done, don’t you.”

“Yes I do if you’re sure you’re okay with it.”

“Yes, I’m sure. I’ll be ok as long as you are.”

“Thanks Jessica. The supplies and a bucket are in the bathroom on the toilet. If you had said no I would have figured out another way to get it done. Also, get in the cupboard in there and pull out the box of elastic bandages in there. We can use those to cover up my legs so the resin doesn’t stick to my sheets tonight.”

Jessica goes and gets the bandages and enema supplies and brings them back to the bed. Together they first wrap up Joy’s legs with the bandages so that the still tacky resin will be kept from the bed, then the enema is setup to flush out Joy’s bowels.

After the enema is done Jessica cleans up.

“Here, let me empty your drainage bottle too. It’s over half full already.”

“Thanks. There’s a clamp on the long tubing. Just squeeze it shut while the bottle is disconnected.”

“got it.

“Ok, emptied out and reconnected. Now to get the enema tube out.”

“No, leave that in place. It’s a double balloon to keep it in place and designed to remain inserted for an extended time. There is a clamp you can squeeze on the external opening to keep it from leaking. I was going to wear an extra diaper with it just in case, but I don’t think I can get one on as high as I brought the bandages up on me.”

“It’s getting late, you okay for the night now?”

“I should be. Do you have time to stop by in the morning before you head out to work?”

“Yea, I can get up a bit early and come over.”

“Good. We can get me setup to spend the week up here then. I have a bunch of supplies ready to go that just need to be setup around the room here.”

“Sounds good. I’ll let myself out and lock up and see you early in the morning then.”

“Thanks again Jessica. See you in the morning.”

“Not a problem. This has been truly amazing and I would not have missed it for anything.”

Jessica waves and heads downstairs. A moment later the sound of the door closing and being locked can be heard and Joy is alone in her home again. She shifts her stiff legs around a bit and gets the blankets pulled over top and in a few minutes drifts off to sleep. Her dreams are full of nothing but her fantasy dream as she predicted, and after her self mummification and photoshoot they are especially vivid and detailed.

~~~~~~ *** 0.0 *** ~~~~~~

The early morning light leaks in through the bedroom window and falls across Joy’s face waking her from her slumber. She yawns and stretches and gets a confused look on her face for a moment.

“Why can’t I ...” Then she remembers. “Oh yea, the mummy legs,” she grins.

Pulling the blankets off she looks down and sees her legs enshrouded in tan elastic bandages. Frowning Joy pulls her legs over the side of the bed and her heels land with a hard thump on the floor. She immediately gets hold of the loose end of the top bandage and begins to unwind it. The bandage is sticking to her legs due to the resin as she thought, and she has to pull a bit harder to get it off. But the bandage is not completely stuck and does come of and Joy is able to fully expose all of her legs and feet in their now fully cured and hardened wrappings.

Struggling to get her legs back up on the bed seems to be a bit harder than it was last night.

“Something is different about the bandages this morning. It’s like they are tighter or something.”

Joy tries to wiggle her legs and feet inside the wrappings and there is no movement at all. Her knees and ankle will not move even the tiny bit they could move yesterday at all. Not even her toes are able to wiggle. All she is able to achieve is to tense up her muscles, but nothing will move.

“Interesting, I’m sure I had a little bit of wiggle room yesterday. Maybe when the resin fully cured it caused the fiberglass bandages to shrink a little more. I’m sure that’s it. It’s still not too tight which is good.”

Looking down beside the bed she notes the drainage bottle is less than half full this morning and slightly darker than she thinks it should be.

“Not bad, but I need to make sure I drink enough water to stay hydrated.”

What Joy has noticed subconsciously but not picked up on is that the now hard cast of fiberglass encasing her legs has changed very slightly. The cast has indeed shrunk internally just a bit and become tighter, but it was not due to the final curing of the resin which happened while she slept.

While she was extremely careful when applying the bandages, there was small blemishes that could not be avoided that ended up on and in the cast. Little bumps or folds that were missed, or an overlapping turn of bandage being off set too much or too little making the crisscross pattern she worked on be a little crooked and off. All of these mistakes are now gone. The cast is now perfectly smooth and the pattern it perfectly straight right up the middle of her legs while the ever so slight bend at the knees has now become exactly straight. The flat spot on the bottom of the feet is still there as that was intentionally created, but now it is evenly distributed and creates an even better base for Joy to be balanced upright on.

Joy settles back and waits for Jessica to arrive.

~~~~~~ *** 0.0 *** ~~~~~~

About an hour later Joy hears the front door open up.

“Hey Joy. It’s me,” Jessica calls out from below.

“Come on up Jessica.”

“Hey, how’d you sleep?”

“Pretty good. My dreams were really interesting.”

“Mine too, but not as much as yours I bet,” Jessica replied. “So, what do we need to do?”

“Help me get up here, I want to stand and it’s a bit harder this morning for some reason.”

“I bet your muscles are tired from yesterday.”

“Yea, probably so.”

Joy sits up straight and grunts as the edge of the fiberglass presses deeply into her abdomen.

“Dang, that’s hard. I almost can’t sit straight up. Made it a little taller than I thought.”

They get Joy standing up and she feels a sudden bump as the flat spot lands flat on the floor. “Oh!.”

“What? Are you okay?”

“Heh, just hit the flat part and it startled me. That really worked out well. I think I can hold it on my own here like this, although the hard edge it really pressing up now. Glad I padded it well.

“Ok, there should be some crutches in the closet. Those need to come out so I can have something to help me balance and move around a little bit up here.”

“Here they are. Oh, underarm style.”

“Yea. I like those better for balance. Gives me something to rest on a bit.”

“What’s next?”

“The small table down stairs I was using as my supply table should come up. That will hold all the food and water I’ll keep by the bed since I’ll be staying there most of the time. I also want the enema stuff out here with a bucket. I’ll empty it out with the urine bottle when I need to do so. I can crawl on the floor and reach the toilet handle easy enough for that I believe.”

“Are you going to be able to give yourself an enema like that? Last night I did it all for you.”

“I should. You did a great job of it, but I can reach behind myself and take care of it. I’ll just make sure to use the inflatable bed-bath to sit in when I do just in case.”

“Ok, where do you want the enema bits at?”

“over here on the other side from the food supply.”

“Got it. Those first since they’re closer.”

Jessica retrieves items from the bathroom and the closet as directed and places them on a short folding table she finds in the closet. She also pulls out a rolling beside table that she finds and places some of Joys other hygiene items like a toothbrush and hairbrush with a small mirror on it beside the bed.

Going downstairs she returns with the larger table in question and places it on the opposite side of the bed and asks Joy where to find all of the food and water she is planning to have upstairs. Once she know where in the pantry and laundry room everything Joy wants is at she begins to transport it all upstairs onto or beside the table. Jessica also empties the drainage bottle out, and while it is disconnected Joy has her help with switching the external end of the catheter tube to go down between her legs instead of coming up over the top of her thigh like she originally had it.

About half an hour later everything is setup and Jessica is fussing with making Joy comfortable on her bed again.

“Alright already!” Joy laughs. “I’m fine! Now go before you’re late to work.”

“Okay okay, I’m going. You sure you’re fine like this?”

“Perfectly. I have my laptop, the small telly, several books I’ve been wanting to read, and probably more dry and canned non-cook food and water than I’ll need for two weeks up here. Plus my smart phone. Now get going. And thank you.”

“Heh. You’re welcome. I’ll call you tonight and see how you’re doing. Bye.”

Jessica left and Joy heard the door get locked up again. She looked around and decided to see if she could move around her bedroom for a short bit.

Rolling onto her side Joy drags her legs off the bed to the floor and gets the crutches beside her to use to lever herself up on. Pushing up off the bed with one had while pulling up with the other hand on the top of the crutches Joy struggles for a minute to get herself upright. She finally gets far enough up that she is semi leaning against the edge of the bed with her rigid legs while holding herself up on the crutches with both hands on the crutches. Then she gives a big pull up again and gets her feet to slide closer to the crutches and suddenly tips herself over onto her flat platform and finds she is quite stable now.

Separating the crutches to either side of herself she works at lifting up enough to get her legs to move forwards a little bit and rests in place again while moving the crutches forwards. With a lot of work she gets to the end of her bed and realizes just how much effort she has to make to move a short distance. She get turned around and works back to the place she started from and allows herself to collapse onto the bed again. After taking a short breather she puts the crutches back where she wants them, out of the way but able to be reached, and settles back again.

“Dang, but that tired me out. I’ll have to work on that. But for now it’s book time.”

Grabbing one of her books Joy opens it up and starts reading, grabbing a bottle of water and snacking on some food as she reads.

~~~~~~ *** 0.0 *** ~~~~~~

Several hours later Joy puts her book mark in place and sets the book down.

“That’s a good story so far, but I’m getting hungry now. I need a bit more than just water and chips. Let’s see, which will it be for my first big meal?”

Selecting a box of food and a larger bottle of juice Joy opens it up and proceeds to have a good although small meal. Once she is done the trash is tossed into the waste bin Jessica brought up and Joy sets an alarm on her phone then lies back to take a nap.

~~~~~~ *** 0.0 *** ~~~~~~

Four hours later the alarm goes off waking Joy from her sleep. She looks around and smiles as she shuts off the alarm. Sitting up she is stopped before she can sit up straight, the hard edge of the fiberglass pressing into her abdomen and hitting the front of her hip and pelvic bones.

“What the heck? I know I made that edge tall, but I’m sure it was not this tall before. What’s going on here?”

Trying to sit up Joy is not able to get to a full ninety degrees from her waist to her legs. The closest she can get is about a seventy-five to eighty degree angle which keeps her leaning back a bit.

“Maybe I was mistaken. Not much I can do unless I want to cut it off, which I don’t right now.”

Looking down on the floor she sees the urine bottle is two-thirds full and decides to do a small enema session before emptying out both. Getting the inflatable bed-bath in place underneath her is a struggle, but she manages it by rolling side to side several times while pulling the plastic bath into place. Getting the pre-prepared small enema bag up on the short pole is easily done, and the tube from the bag is connected to the enema tube in her rear. The collection bucket is put in place and fifteen minutes later the enema is done. Joy is pleased to see that she did not miss and covers the top of the bucket with the lid and cleans up.

Getting down on the floor is a bit harder as she cannot seem to bend her waist as much, but the job of emptying the bucket and bottle is accomplished with relatively minimal difficulty and she even perseveres to rinse both out in the bathtub as well. Getting back up on her bed is a real struggle as her legs are useless. They seems to be even weaker than they were this morning so she finds it difficult to even use her thigh muscles to try and push with.

Joy turns on the television and selects a channel with a movie she likes playing, then turns to her food table and pulls out another small meal to eat while she watches the show.

~~~~~~ *** 0.0 *** ~~~~~~

Two hour later the movie ends and Joy puts her trash into the waste bin. Looking down at her legs she smiles again and rubs the outside of her thigh and hip where the fiberglass comes up higher on the side. Then she looks closer.

“Is that taller again? This isn’t possible. It can’t be.”

She tries to sit up and is stopped short, only managing to sit up to about a sixty-five degree angle this time.

“This can’t be real. What is going on here? I know I didn’t make these bandages this dang high up.”

Joy quickly pulls off the nightshirt she has been wearing. Taking a look she can barely see the top of her privates at this point. She tries to reach down and has to force her fingers in between the edge of the fiberglass and her abdomen to get down to her intimate parts and the catheter tube. Reaching around behind she checks and the edge of the cast is now right up against the enema tube in her rear and the connection between the catheter and drainage tubes is up inside the cast along her butt crack leaving just the drainage tube to come out and down to the drainage bottle.

“That’s not possible. I could see and touch myself before. Now I can barely get my fingers down there, and the cath is totally inside the wrappings now when I know it wasn’t before.

“It’s not possible, is it? Am I actually suffering my fantasy curse? Am I being slowly mummified alive?”

Picking up her laptop Joy pulls up the pictures from the photo shoot and compares them to what she is seeing now and without a doubt the bandages have definitely grown higher up on her body.

“Oh my gods. I am. It can’t be, but it’s true! I’m cursed!”

Joy sits in shock for a long time before rousing herself out of it.

“I’ve got to get this off right now, or I’m doomed!”

Joy simply drops down into the floor as quickly as possible and crawls as fast as she is able to her closet. She fails to notice that in her haste she knocked her phone off the bed where it hit hard and badly on a corner of the phone and it tumbled out of sight under her bed and shut down.

The cast saw is in a box she purposely placed on the floor so it would be easy to get to. Grabbing the box she heads over to the nearest power outlet, sets up the saw, and plugs it in. Turning it on gets a loud whine as the blade begins to vibrate. Joy hesitates for just a moment then gets a determined look on her face and presses the blade against the top edge of the fiberglass cast encasing her.

The blade does its job and sinks into the fiber, cutting through quickly. Joy quickly continues to cut away at the cast making a line down her left thigh as she cuts using the in-and-out motion described in the instructions. When she reaches her knee she stops and moves back up to her right hip and starts to cut down the outside of her right thigh as well.

Reaching her right knee Joy turns off the cast saw for a moment and checks the two cuts she has made so far. Looking at her left side she does not see any cut at all, although there is plenty of dust from her earlier cutting on the floor.

“Oh no no no. Please no.”

Looking at the right side the cut is only from her knee up to about mid-thigh. As she watches the cut continues to fill back in going down towards her knee until a minute later it is gone and the cast is once again whole. Looking at the left side again even the fiberglass dust is gone.

“No! Oh gods NO! It’s really true! I’m truly cursed and I can’t even cut the bandages off! I’m doomed!

“Wait! I’m still wearing the amulet!”

Reaching up Joy rips the thin chain of the necklace holding the symbol of Anubis from around her neck and throws the whole thing across the room where it lands on her bed. Once again the saw is turned on and a cut is begun on the left side as before. The blade cuts deep and quickly, but before she even reaches her knee Joy can see that the cut is being filled in again, healing itself as she goes.

Turning off the saw she seems to deflate.

“No,” Joy sobs. “It’s too late. I can’t get free of this.”

She collapses back against the wall behind her and simply stares down at her encased legs.

Several minutes later she sits back up as best she can.

“I’m cursed. I don’t know exactly how I feel about this, it’s my fantasy come true after all. But it also means my permanent captivity and dying alone and unknown.

“Either way I have to do something to show what is happening to me. I probably don’t have too much longer before I won’t be able to sit up at all and move around. I need to move now and try to set something up.”

Joy leaves the saw on the floor and crawls back over to her bed again. It takes her a couple of minutes this time to get back up to the edge of the bed. Looking around she swears when she can’t find her phone and the amulet on the necklace is found instead.

“Dammit, where is my phone! Crap. One less means of possible safety and release then is it you damn curse. So be it.”

Struggling a bit more than last time, Joy gets herself standing up once again and starts to move around the room the best she can with the crutches and dragging the drainage bottle along with her.

~~~~~~ *** 0.0 *** ~~~~~~

It take her over an hour, but she manages to get out her second tripod and get both her DSLR and video cameras setup and pointed at her bed. She also runs the extra long data and control cables from them over to her laptop. She then spends another thirty minutes working on getting the bottle emptied

Dropping down onto the bed she lets the crutches fall to the floor and rests after al her work at getting the cameras setup. After getting her breath back she grabs her laptop and begins to work on it.

“Okay. Let’s see here. Yes, there it is. I can setup a repeatable timer for the DSLR to take pictures every fifteen minutes and store them on the laptop.

“And done. Now what about the vid? What can I do with it?

“Dang. It’s older and not as easily programmed. This will take a bit more work and jury rigging the program some if it will let me.”

A little while later Joy sits back. “That’s the best I can do with it. I can either trigger it manually or set it up to come on for one hour once a day. Until the battery runs out anyways. I’ll set it to start once a day tomorrow morning after I make my first recording here tonight.”

Joy works herself off the bed and drags her legs over to the cast saw and brings it back to the bed again. She gets it plugged in to a near-by outlet then with a good five minutes of struggling she manages to get back up on the bed.

“Dammit, that’s getting harder.”

She types in a command on her laptop and looks up to see the red record indicator on the video camera is on.

“Hello. Jessica if you see this you’ll understand more than anyone else I suspect.

“I am recoding this so someone will hopefully find it and my fate will be known. I admit to being fascinated by mummification. I have done many scenes in the past with attempted self wrapping to various degrees of success or failure. All that experience and research has led up to this last attempt.

“I have, I guess, semi-invented a way to emulate the appearance of the ancient wrappings seen on mummies that have been exhumed from their resting places. The result is pretty good looking if I do say so myself as you can see.” Here she gestures down to her legs in their encasement.

“However, the materials I used are linen and fiberglass cloth soaked in and impregnated with resin over top of several layers of padded bandages to protect my skin. Like a cast in a way, these bandages are now as rigid and hard as rock.” And she knocks solidly on the cast with her knuckles several times.

“Along with this, as any other fetishist would do, I have created a fantast scenario in my head. To keep this relatively short, in my fantasy I am being slowly mummified alive by my bandages by a curse that will trap me forever and never let my soul free. My body will be encased and slowly die becoming the proper mummy while I remain trapped within, always to watch out but never able to make my presence known.

“A singular and possibly horrible fate, I know. But ancient curses are not know for their kindness. Tied to this curse is an inability to be freed prior to my final mummiform being completed. Somehow, this curse is real.

“I am stuck within these bandages and they are slowly growing up my body. I finished the top edge at a level just slightly below my crotch, yet you can see that as of right now it is up to the level of my hips and across my abdomen right now.

I have tried to cut them off and every attempt while seeming to work at first has failed to remove these wrappings from me. I will prove it here on this video right now wit this cast saw.”

Taking up the saw Joy makes a long cut down the middle of her legs. Turning off the saw she tosses it to the floor and waits a moment then points out the cut she made which is distinctly healing itself.

“As you can see, any cut made is healing itself. In just a couple of minutes it will be as if no cut had ever been made. I am afraid of what is happening to me, even though I know what is yet to come. I guess in some way I have brought this down on myself, even though I have no idea how. Maybe that amulet of Anubis I found really was the ancient holy symbol I imagined it to be and it cursed me like this.

“My mummification is supposed to happen over five days. I guess technically day one was yesterday when I wrapped these bandages around my legs, so today was day two. I suspect that by morning my wrappings will have grown high enough that I will not be able to sit up anymore as it is, so I will not be able to even leave my bed after tonight is over.

I have a second still camera setup that is taking pictures every fifteen minutes to document what is happening on my laptop here, and I will turn on a timer program for the video camera that will run for one hour each morning so I can document the progress of my doom the best I can and show my mummification live, even if in small stages.”

Reaching over Joy taps a key which turns off the record on the video, then she enables the video timer to being running. Setting the laptop to the side she lies back only to land on the necklace with the amulet. Pulling it out from under her back, Joy regards the amulet for several minutes before checking the chain and seeing it simply opened up and did not actually break when she yanked it off. With a shrug she secures the necklace around her neck again.

“I’m already damned as it is because of you, might as well keep you where you belong I guess.”

With a final sigh she turns off the lights and tries to sleep as a few tears trickle from her eyes.

~~~~~~ *** 0.0 *** ~~~~~~

The light of pre-dawn is filtering into Joy’s bedroom when she wakes with a small start. After a moment she looks down and groans in resignation.

“It’s definitely higher. Up to my waist and almost to my belly button now.”

Trying to sit up she is held down, her hips completely immobilized and unable to bend now. The best she can get is to bend her back and get her shoulders off the bed.

“That’s it, I’m confined to bed now. And,” she grunts in discomfort trying to move again, “those damn tubes are really uncomfortable now. The catheter feels like it is getting pulled tight and the enema tube feels like it is being pushed up inside further.”

Pushing herself with her arms Joy rolls onto her side and feels along her backside.

“Dammit. No opening at all. The enema is completely on the inside. The drainage tube to the catheter is still extending out from the back, but it is definitely being pulled on hard.

“I’m afraid of what’s coming next down there. Damn me and my fantasy curses.

“What time is it?”

Looking at the clock, “Still an hour before the video comes on for an hour. Well I’ll have something to show for sure it looks like. Let’s see what the DSLR recorded.”

Looking through the pictures in the folder, there is one for every fifteen minutes as the night passed. The changes from one picture to the next are every slight, but viewing them all in a fast paced slide show shows the progression of the fiberglass up over her hips and waist.

Checking the drainage bottle Joy sees it is about half full already.

“I’m not going to be able to empty that thing anymore. That’s going to make an unpleasant mess eventually. And I have no way to give myself an enema either, or release a bowel movement for that matter. That’s going to become a problem.

“Well I’m cursed either way. I’m not going to die of starvation or thirst before I have to. Might as well eat something.”

Joy reaches over to her food table and, taking advantage of the supplies she has sitting there, has a dry breakfast with a bottle of water. Looking up a little later she see’s the record light has come on.

“It’s the next morning. As you can see the fiberglass is now up to my waist and I can’t get out of be now. I can’t move my legs or hips at all. The bandages are quite tight and form fitting around my lower half and as rigid as a fiberglass cast. The still pictures will attest to the fact that I did not get up in the middle of the night and make this thing higher by hand just to play an internet prank, and I don’t have someone else showing up to do it either.

“I really am doomed by a curse and I am being slowly mummified alive.

“I’m scared here. Really scared, but there’s nothing I can do about it. I’ve lost my cell phone somehow and can’t find it, and now I can’t even get out of bed to try to search for it or get to the landline phone downstairs. Not like I could make it down the stairs yesterday as it was, I would have fallen and broken my neck if I’d tried.

“I’m going to stop talking directly to the video now, but it’s going to keep recording for the full hour so maybe you’ll see my wrappings grow a little bit despite how slow it is.”

Joy lay back and simply stared at the ceiling until the video stopped recording. She sighed seeing the camera had turned off.

A short while later Joy feels a pop on the inside and she gets a look of concern on her face.

“What was that?”

Reaching underneath her back she pulled on the drainage tube and grunted as the catheter was yanked on.

“No, not that then. So what just popped?”

A few minutes later she begins to squirm as if she is uncomfortable. Then she recognizes the feeling of something a bit wet and mildly squishy slowly expanding around her butt as she gets a feeling of relief at the same time in her belly.

“Oh hell. The clamp on the enema tube. I just had an accident in this damn shell and I can’t even try to get to it or clean it up.

“that’s not fair,” she begins to gently cry.

A minute later she squirms again.

“What is going on here? Is the enema tube getting stiffer somehow?”

Next her eyes get wide in surprise as she feels something start to press up against her privates.

“Oh no. No not that. That’s not fair! Damn this curse! Why did I have to fantasize being stuffed full there too! Damn my dirty mind and this curse for taking it all as necessary fact!”

She tried to squeeze her hand down the front of the hard fiberglass shell surrounding her belly, but can only manage to reach her fingers in to the top of her knuckles. No where near enough to get to her private region at this point.

For the next hour all Joy can do is to squirm as she is penetrated in two places and filled internally by the ever growing bandages.

* ugh * “Oh damn, that is thick.”  * umph * “Ah! Shit!”  * ohg * “No ... “ * ugh * “ ... more ... “ * guh * “ ... please.”

“Finally.”  * ugh * “I think it’s done.” * gah * “Damn that’s uncomfortable. I thought the bandages were holding me still before, but this is a whole new level with those intruders up inside me like that.

“Gods that wore me out. I need a nap now.”

Joy carefully reaches over and grabs a fresh bottle of water and a bottle of aspirin. Taking two of the pills she drinks down the full bottle then closes her eyes to rest, slowly drifting off to sleep as the pills relieve some of the new discomforts.

~~~~~~ *** 0.0 *** ~~~~~~

Waking several hours later, Joy looks around bleary eyed for a moment. Raising her hand to rub her face she is surprised at what she finds.

“What the ... ?”

Joy lifts her other hand only to see that both hands are now encased in hard fiberglass bandages up to just below her elbows. Looking down she sees that the bandages on her arms match the level of the bandages now encasing her body to just below her breasts. Her hands are held flat with the fingers all pointing straight and bound together within the wrappings. Trying to flex her fingers, hands, or wrists gets no better results than trying to move her legs. The bandages are tight, rigid, and just as thick as the rest of her encasement. The attempt does inform her from the feeling that her fingers seem to be individually bandaged on the inside.

She tries to sit up even a little and can barely manage to get her shoulders off the bed before having to relax and lay down flat again. Looking at her now useless hands, Joy hears a light clatter as something falls to the floor and at the same time feels an unexpected relief from her crotch and backside.

She squirms for a moment, “Nope not that lucky. Still fully impaled on both ends. So what the hell was that?”

Joy uses her arms the best she can to force her ever increasing fiberglass shell to roll over on to her side so she can get a look on the floor. To her surprise she sees the drainage tube lying there on the floor with the catheter still attached to it leaking urine out. Next to that she can just see one end of the enema tube with the retention balloons deflated laying there as well.

“How did those come out? Not part of my curse then are they?

“Well it’s a relief to have those out of me at least since they were getting really uncomfortable with everything else getting pushed up inside. But I can’t see how they came out like that without straight magic. Then again this is an ancient magical curse so I guess that fits.”

She falls back over onto her back again, “Damn. Another mess I can’t do anything about, and now I can’t use my hands at all. I’m so screwed.”

Trying to wiggle inside her bandages again, Joy realizes she is not able to move her leg muscles anymore. She can’t get them to tense up or pull at her joints like she could before.

“Oh gods, I can’t get even the tiniest movement from my legs at all anymore. It’s like I’m paralyzed. So the wasting of my body is already starting? I’m starting to become the mummy already.”

Downstairs she hears her land line ringing, then her answering machine picks up. It is quiet enough that Joy can just barely make out the message her caller leaves on the machine.

“Joy ... Jessica. ....haven’t been able ... reach your cell ... calling your other line. Joy, you ...  believe what’s ... going on. There reports coming ... America ... casts coming alive on ... own. ... people ... getting encased ... casts bigger than ... should be. It’s all true. ... first ... on tabloids, but ... reported on ... news services all over. I ... your mummy bandages ... fall under ... spell ... causing this. ... hope you’re okay.”

Closing her eyes Joy cries herself to sleep in defeat.

~~~~~~ *** 0.0 *** ~~~~~~

The morning sun finds Joy just stirring to awaken. Opening her eyes she tries to move and is not surprised to find she cannot move anything below her neck. She can feel the bandages now cover her from the shoulders down including her arms which are held rigidly at her sides. She is able to raise her head up and peer down along her encased body and do very little else. Looking at the time she sees the video camera has been recording for about fifty minutes already.

Looking into the camera, “It’s day four. As you can see I’m now wrapped up to my neck. I can’t move anything inside here as the fiberglass and resin are as hard and rigid as ever.”

Joy attempts to flex any part of her body inside her shell.

“I’m trying to even flex my muscles and I can’t even do that from about the waist down. It’s like I am paralyzed and have no movement at all. I still seem to be able to feel it all though, at least I think so. It’s hard to tell when I can’t flex my muscles against the hard fiberglass to be sure.

“Last night I got a call from Jessica on my land line and I could only hear about half of her message. But I think she said something about casts coming alive somehow and encasing people. If that’s true then my choice of materials for this may have been what doomed me, not a curse.

“Either way, I’m stuck and going to wind up a mummy here. And the paralysis seems to be more in line with my fantasy curse in my opinion, not some living medical cast thing that’s going on. I can’t really see it clearly, but it kinda looks like the amulet of Anubis is sitting on top of the bandages on my chest here. Maybe you can see it better on the video.

“What ever.”

Joy finishes what she has come to call her daily report and closes her eyes. A few minutes later the recording light on the video camera turns off.

A while later Joy has the feeling something is different, but she isn’t sure what. Raising her head she looks around the best she can and is surprised when she sees the edge of her hands are just up in her view.

“Those weren’t there earlier.”

Watching for several minutes she realizes her hands are moving further up into her view from her sides. Thinking the bandages may have released their hold on her arms she tries to move them on her own, only to be disappointed when they fail to move under her direction. The bandages encasing them are just as hard and restrictive as ever.

“Of course not. Why would I be able to move myself? That might mean I could get free. So what’s going on now?”

Watching a bit longer, her hands are slowly moving up along her belly towards her chest and Joy realizes what it is.

“Time to have my arms properly crossed I guess. I suppose once they reach the right position more bandages will wrap them up even more. Not like I can stop it anyways.”

Over the next couple of hours Joy watches as her arms are pulled up to be crossed at the wrists between her breasts. The amulet to Anubis winds up lying right between her hands on her chest. The entire time any attempt Joy makes to move or alter her arms is defeated. The bandages remain hard and impervious to her direct efforts while moving on their own to reposition her arms and hands on her chest. Once her arms are in place more bandages begin to appear in a slowly increasing layer from below her now bent elbows up to her shoulders, encasing her arms in place and also encasing the amulet and necklace where it lies on her chest.

Joy gives up watching after her arms start to be covered by more resin hardened bandages and falls asleep in a depression fueled exhaustion.

Eventually the layers over her arms are just as thick as they are over the rest of her body, removing any definition that may have remained and making it impossible to tell of the body within is male or female if not for Joy’s head and face still being free of bandages. As she sleeps through the night the bandages continue to rise up the remaining part of her that has not yet been covered.

~~~~~~ *** 0.0 *** ~~~~~~

Waking in the morning Joy finds she can no longer move her head. Giving a wiggle she is able to tell that the bandages now encase her neck completely, and her head is covered from chin to crown and fully around the back leaving only her face yet open and uncovered.

“It’s morning of day five. My final day. I can’t move my head anymore and my face is the only thing that has not been completely covered yet. Everything else from the top of my head to the tips of my toes is fully enclosed within these resin hardened bandages. I’m not even sure if the video camera is recording right now or not, I hope it is so that it can record my final words. When the bandages cover my mouth it will get filled with more bandages to completely silence me.

“For several hours yesterday I could do nothing more than watch as my arms were pulled up in an agonizingly slow process to be crossed over my chest and secured under yet more bandages. I can no longer get any of my muscles to even tense up from my armpits down, and my hands are the same way. I’m completely paralyzed with no movement at all, and it’s probably only a matter of hours before my arms finish losing any movement too.”

Tears begin to fall down the sides of Joy’s face from the corner of her eyes.

“I am afraid to die like this. It may have been my fantasy, but that’s all it was supposed to be. Fantasy. Not real. Now I’m going to be mummified alive and kept like this forever. Alive and wrapped in bandages. Unable to move. Unable to make a sound. Always watching others go past me as I stand alone in my sarcophagus. Never to be free again.”

* sob *

“Someone, help me. Please.”

The video camera, which had turned on just before Joy began her final report, continues to record for the better part of an hour before the battery finally dies and it turned off. It was able to capture the bandages which were wrapped down around under her chin slowly creep up to touch her lower lip before the camera shut off. As the bandages grow they also apparently press her jaw shut to some extent as Joy can be heard moaning but unable to talk clearly as they progress upwards.

As the day continues to progress the bandages cover Joy’s mouth, and once covered press down into her mouth and fill it completely as she had predicted. Once done the wrapping continue up her face over her nose leaving only her eyes left able to be seen. Eventually even that opening begins to shrink from all sides at once and closes up leaving Joy completely enshrouded in her now finished mummiform.

She is unable to move within the bandages, and the unusual paralysis increases until she has absolutely no movement over one-hundred percent of her body. She finds that she is able to see out through the bandages over her eyes, they are somehow thin enough that she has blurry vision for a limited distance.

Joy falls into a random patter of semi-sleep and wakefulness, losing track of the passage of time. She can see the sun rise and fall to a small extent in her room, but cannot tell how many days it has been. An unknown time later Joy realizes she is laying within a sarcophagus, possibly even the one she made herself, by seeing the edges of it in the corner of her limited vision.

In reality, she has been fully mummified for only a day when her sarcophagus appears on the bed with her inside. The DSLR which is connected to the laptop recorded pictures showing the sarcophagus slowly fading into existence around her mummy over an hours time. The next day the series of pictures shows the sarcophagus and Joy’s mummified form slowly fade away and disappear, again over an hours time, leaving an empty bed behind.

The next time that Joy is aware of her surroundings she realizes she is standing up and on display somewhere in some museum. Mentally she sighs, knowing her curse is complete and she will be forever trapped here. In despair her mind retreats in on itself, creating a fantasy where she is free and not confined in a display wrapped in thick layers of bandages. Lost in her own mind, never again to be aware of the passage of time or her surroundings, Joy’s body slowly ages and mummifies completely.