#petrification

[saphig-iawn]

I love the chance to take one of my Dolls' kinks and add a new spice or twist to the mix, give them something new to live in their head rent-free. One of my Dolls adores being locked in place, but in a recent play session, I wanted to press some more of her buttons.

She loves that helpless inevitability that comes with some of our sessions, so I changed her lock in place command just a little. I liken it to contagious petrification. First it starts in her toes and begins an ever so slow and even sweeter journey upwards; turning her body into stone. But there was a catch: if she touched a part of her petrified body, that part would begin petrifying too.

I had her touch her stiff and still thigh and sure enough; her finger turned, then her fingers, then her hand, and up it spread. The whole time she was whimpering, and desperately trying to keep her wand in that sweet spot. Then, being the tricksy domme I am, I planted a devious little seed in her head by wondering out loud what would happen if she touched her lips with her petrified hand.

I was greeted by her quivering voice, "I want to b-but, I kn-now what'll happen... I... I want to... but.. but.. I- oh god~ oh gohmmmMMmm mmhhmmmmmMMmmm-".

Curiousity got the better of her.

Her moans were delicious. Hearing them get higher and higher as she got closer, as she became a passenger in her own body.

She managed to cum before she fully petrified, but I left her stew for a little, her wand working away at her clit without a single clue its owner was now a little... absent.

[sshot]

[witchbunmommy]

Imagine just walking around a nice temple. Surrounded by snake motifs and being guided along the halls. Eventually, you find yourself upon a throne, a lamia hums to themselves and hears you approach. Wearing a tight blindfold that they cant take off. You eagerly tell them that you were searching for them and were hoping to get their deepest desire.

They take a moment to think, and agree to these terms, traveling over to you and making you shudder in a little fear, the lamia towers over you and coils you gently. They tell you that they will grant your desire if you take off their cursed blindfold.

Eager to please, you help take it off, afterwards, they smile and give you a kiss on the forehead. They thank you for the kindness, and begin to gently play with your mind when you finally see their eyes... Theyre beautiful.. Gentle swirls and pretty green colors are all you see, and the Lamia gently carresses your cheek. They tell you to take a deep breath... and relax.. They kiss your cheek and let you melt in their coil.

Eventually, your mind starts to sap away, slowly getting drained as it all starts to sink down into your crotch... It begins to grow heavy, your mind and body feel.. so limp and weightless.. but your crotch grows tighter and tighter, your mind draining to your crotch as the Lamia nuzzles you gently. They tell you that they know what you desire... Blissful love.. Praise, and no thinking... They tell you that they'll let you embrace those deep desires...

Eventually, the Lamias eyes grow more intense, going from a green to a purple, and you feel your heart begin to race, without any touching, your crotch begins to surge in pleasure, your body draining all pleasure to it as it tightens more and more, like a cork just stuck, preventing release... The Lamia looks closer, and their spiral eyes swirl faster, and faster..and faster... until..!

You cum, and with each pulse of pleasure, your body freezes up, your legs and hands turn to stone, then your legs and arms.. But the pleasure only intensifies. Your shoulders and hips petrify, your neck and chest petrify, and then, with just one more pleasurable blast, you completely petrify... Unable to move, yet stuck dripping cum like a leaky faucet..

The lamia cheers and smiles. They loved your performance, and loved how good you felt. They nuzzle against you and play with your chest, kissing every part of their newest statue. They look with pride to you and give you all sorts of praises.. Telling you that youre their prettiest statue... youre a work of perfect art.. Youre just so lovely.. and that you deserve to have others worship you as their god.. They snuggle up to you and whisper more and more praises, saying youre so good.. You are an excellent submissive...

You hear it all, and with each compliment, your pleasure builds, and your mind grows foggy with glee... The lamia doesnt stop praising you, enjoying your beautiful thighs, lovely ass, your cute belly and your amazing chest.. Of course, she wants to make sure youre enjoying yourself, and made sure that when your gleeful mind is done being her beautiful statue, you'll be free to go... But until then, She'll stare and watch her beautiful art...

Maybe she'll even bring her friends to show you off.. After all, you're her piece of art. You deserve to be watched and stared at.. adored and admired... loved and worshipped... You just want to have her.. stare.

[azzy-the-furry]

Art stopped working for a bit but hopefully im back in the game for now, starting with smth for todays tf tuesday

[arcanethunder]

Creatures get turned to stone somewhat frequently in FIM. I figure its quite a terrifying experience.

ATG Day 17: Draw a pony scared out of their wits/Draw a pony scared stiff.

[em-mermaid]

The Dungeon is Ready for its Next Victim

Gem taps her foot, the soft sound echoing around the dungeon’s lobby. Hypno’s voice fades as the minecart takes him down, down into the dungeon. He had picked a hard run so she knew he would be a while. 

The runs were longer now. At the beginning they were only ever in there for a few hours, barely able to poke around in the early parts of level one before running back. But now, with their decks filling up with cards and artifacts hidden deeper in the dungeon, it was often days before the hermits would return victorious. Not that it was exactly obvious to those in the lobby, there weren’t any windows after all. 

They would return, adrenaline still flowing through their veins and shiny new cards in their hand. The brave ones would run again. Others would calm their racing heart and talk through their run. Many would crash, bodies falling slack against their friends in the lobby. Barely able to stay upright long enough to make it to their locker room before passing out for the night.

And yet they always returned.

There was something in the dungeon. Something there, just under the surface, that encouraged them to return. A desperate pull for more runs. For more greed.

So Gem waits.

And waits.

Let it be known that Gem is not a patient hermit. 

The foot tapping turns into bouncing, which then turns to jumping. Jumping turns to elytra gliding and pretty soon she is flying circles around her friends as they chat. Comparing decks and planning out future runs.

And Gem is bored.

She’s up next after all.

She eyes up the walls. It’s not a trapped feeling per say, but the flat ground of the lobby is no longer enough to help her expel the excess energy. To calm the nervous energy that is slowly building in anticipation of her run.

And that’s when she spots it. A hole in the wall, only two blocks up. It’s a small decorative thing shaped by stairs and slabs, but just large enough that she knows she could squeeze in. 

She sets her eyes on the prize and takes a running leap, flying up towards the nook and her fingers catch on the ledge. It takes some effort, but she manages to pull herself up fairly quick and with all the grace of the elf she is. And she’s definitely not out of breath afterwards, thank you very much. 

Finally, she turns to crouch and finds a comfortable position to observe the lobby. Her friends continue to mill about below, some even glancing over to throw her a smile before continuing their conversations. It was just another Gem quirk that she knew they loved. Find the high point and simply observe. Maybe throw out the occasional jab. It was, of course, the second best way to spend her time, only second to sparring.

So she sits, arms resting on bent knees and back hunched to keep her hair from brushing the slab above.

And she watches. 

She knew the little nook wouldn’t be big enough to stand in or even provide enough space to sit completely upright but at least she was pleasantly cozy despite the ever present chill. It calms her down, being up high like this. There is something soothing about being so close to the entrance of the dungeon, shard tucked safely into her pocket and her friends laughing below. 

Her heart rate finally slows and the nerves fade enough for her to relax. Hermits slip in and out of the lobby as she begins to doze. They know she is next and she knows they will respect that, should she doze through Hypno’s exit. 

As she dozes, something begins that she doesn’t notice at first. Something she doesn’t notice for far far too long, because it starts slowly. The blackstone at her feet begins to shift. Lichen pokes through the cracks and begins to crawl, growing up and over her feet.

No one notices when her toes turn black.

No one notices when the stone travels up, covering her legs in vines and ice.

No one sees the creeping vines travel up her back and tangle themselves into her hair.

When Gem finally wakes to the sound of a gong alerting her to Hypno’s successful run, the hermits have moved to the queue room for the evening. She feels stiff from the hunched position and maybe the perch wasn’t the best place to sleep, but it wasn’t anything that couldn’t be solved with a few stretches.

She tries to pull her arms down to push herself out from the nook, but something keeps her there. She can’t move.

Why can’t she move?

Her gaze flicks down towards her arms and her scream comes out muffled, muted. Her arms are covered in blackstone and lichen. Vines knot themselves around her limbs and freeze into place under the thin layer of ice forming around them.

The dungeon doors open and it spits Hypno back into the lobby. He holds his deck of cards and a handful of crowns. He lets out a sigh of relief and she screams. A second muffled noise that makes him glance up, confused until his eyes lock on her and widen with terror.

He only hesitates a moment before dropping everything and running towards her with a strangled shout. “TANGO GET UP HERE!”

[srlgemstone]

Colla Wood Piece - Petrified Wood

[hellopuns]

Presenting Dragonmaker , a 15-page short comic that I've been hammering at recently.

(full res version available on my Patreon)

Stretching some theory muscles here, from writing with few words, to visual storytelling, to colours and digital rendering, to comics theory!

[lizzy-mun]

Getting frozen in BotW is super annoying so I made rant art about it xD

[honestlyobsessed]

Look ik this might be a stretch bc there's petrification glyph...

But what if petrification is a form of collection from the Archivists, and the Collector taught Belos a form of petrification that didn't immediately crumble away.

One could preserve the creature as a statue.

[theonlyren]

Hapless volunteer becomes long term test subject for a practicing, unnamed magic student.

Shenanigans ensue.

Art by @flowersnax

[flashcry]

2 moments when dr stone gave me chills:

W - H - Y

Twelve million eight hundred thousand meters. One second.

[tf-boi]

Quick poll

[vanillayoteart]

Garden Decoration

She shouldn't have broken the other statue. I don't care if she did or not, she needs to be taught a lesson. Enjoy the garden or whatever. You are in the hands of fate for the next century as soon as the last of you is stone. Something spooky for dredgenazula from my weekly streams in October!

[grimewart]

stoned

[fishingforwords]

only history is set in stone

andy goldsworthy || nico j. genes, magnetic reverie || fossil with geodes || jacob riis || wood from petrified forest national park || dictionary, definition of petrification || jorge luis borges || japanese hotel sign || two types of bismuth crystals