#statue transformation

[pswkua2]

Golden Azami

So here's how you can get a special Gold skin for Azami. You go inside an ancient tomb, into the secret chamber. Then purposely try to steal the treasure in it. The trap triggered will turn her into a gold statue! Patreon reward Rat God apr 24

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[sweetie-writer-monika]

This Body of Mine

A short story about someone unhappy with their body and their journey of self realization. Click below to read the full story.

Yet again I found myself on those quiet neighbours, walking by what little stores were still open this late at night. For me, this peaceful night was just right as there were not a single person around to look at me, and I couldn't see myself on reflections such as on stores’ windows. Even then I still wore my face mask and my hoodie, covering as much of my body and face I could. The face mask often made people think I'm sick, which is just great as that means people leave me alone for the most of the time.

And just like that I roamed. Every other night I found myself lost in the asleep neighbour alone with my thoughts. “A smile fits you better, sweetheart” is something I often heard, not surprisingly as I had won a few beauty competitions by now, though not out of my own volition as family and friends insisted I “show off my natural beauty”. Exposing my body in such ways never felt right to me, it always felt as if others only wanted me to be “beautiful” for their own ends. Walking down the catwalk always had me feel as a mere object for others’ pleasure. Each time I showed myself I could feel the piercing gaze of the spectators, and of those near me when I am out of my safe zone, their lust deafening me to all my others senses, blinding me to anything but the unwanted attention and desire. An overwhelming feeling. And as years passed my body only kept developing and things only seemed to worsen. That is why the deep night is one of the only safe places for me.

This week was my 20th anniversary, and I was supposed to find myself some form of gift. Others always give me the bare minimum of outfits - you guessed it: so they can see more of me. Last year all I got were various swimsuits and lingerie, and due to how my body grew they barely fitted. My chest has gotten large enough those outfits squeeze me tightly… It hurts and some even tore apart from the constant pressure… And let me not get started on the bottoms part of such outfits… They often carve against my skin trying to find any form of opening to slip up between my legs… All of that together with the constant need to care for nails, hair, skin, body… It sapped my strength to do just anything else, much to my dismay as I always had… Creative ideas… There has always been many things I want to create but never had the will to… Maybe then people would see me not for my sexual appeal but rather for the things I actually do… If only...

My thoughts were interrupted when I saw a poster on some wall about an upcoming art fair. There they were going to present various new artists, and the best part? It was actually tomorrow! This sounded like the perfect excuse to slip away from my ordinary for a good change of pace. So I took the poster and went back to my small apartment with it in hand. Perhaps one of the only good things about this life is I can afford SOME things, that is when my family isn't trying to suck my income dry with the sorry excuse of “they gave me this life and made this dream reality". Right.

For the art fair I dressed as ordinary as I could with my old oversized hoodie and old baggy pants, my long hair tied into a bun and tucked inside the hood. To be honest, I bought those from a casual attire store for males, why is it we are not allowed those much more comfortable outfits rather than those skin-digging atrocities? At first I just strolled aimlessly looking at the different artworks displayed at the stalls, there were some beautiful works of art as well as many great crafts such as outfits and furnitures, but what truly caught my eyes was this statue of a ballerina on a stone pedestal adorned with a bronze plaquette, there was something written on it… Her name? I couldn't read from here. She was so perfectly sculpted I barely believed she was an actual statue made of cold stone and not a living person posing on a pedestal. With one of her legs held high and the lack of any outfits at all, all of her precious details were laid before everyone else's eyes. I knew this was it, I had to learn more about this outstanding sculptor so I seeked the artist and to my surprise it was a tall lady who was behind this work of art. Honestly I don’t know why the surprised, I don’t know what I was expecting to find.

The sculptor lady and I talked about her artwork for a moment, I was utterly surprised to learn it was her first work with statues at all though she worked on other projects in the past. I wanted to book a visit to her workshop but she seemed to be gaining a lot of attention as all of the following month was already booked. I thought to myself for a moment and decided the wait was worth it. It won't be something happening at the exact day of my birthday but it was something to look forward to. Afterwards I stayed at the fair for a little longer admiring the various artworks, and the ballerina statue some more before returning home for the night. Oddly enough each time I looked at the statue I could feel something clicking in my mind… As if the statue… Squirmed? I must be tired from this brand new adventure, there is simply no way the statue could be alive… Could there? I couldn't help it but to keep looking, staring even, admiring the statue. I could feel my eyes magnetically attracted to each and every part of her body. I was not entirely sure what was happening but there was definitely something with that statue.

The following days were spent doing my usual routine. Sneaking out for a breather whenever I had the chance and saving money for the upcoming appointment with the sculptor lady whenever I was not pinned against my "duty" to my family. As well as thinking about that most particular statue and her perfectly sculpted slender body. I somehow found myself often daydreaming- or rather: "night dreaming" about her in various outfits… Outfits handcrafted by… Is this how someone feels when dressing up a mannequin? No, this can't be right? But not only did I imagine the statue dressed up I also imagined the actual outfits, many different outfits, it was as if an inspiration rush had took over my mind as I planned all of them in my thoughts, it's a real shame I couldn't put those ideas in practice just yet. But still I dreamt on. With a body like hers it must be much easier fitting outfits to her… Without such… Disproportions, or so to speak…

With so much in my mind I often found myself scribbling my thoughts down on my journal. Quickly it found all of its pages covered in doodles of my ideas… My… Inspiration… Even if this would lead me nowhere it still felt liberating to have some form of… Past time. Yes, thinking about the marvelous statue and her possible outfits were merely a way to pass time… To occupy myself amidst the living hell that was my daily routine. When my outfits squeezed my body I scribbled about baggy outfits instead. When my garments carved against my skin I doodled breathable clothes. I tinkered with different designs and themes. Office wear. Casual wear. Delicate wear... Anything that, even for just a moment, distract me from the catwalk. Although not all concepts felt right I figured some were still worth my free time… When I least expected it I found myself at the sculptor lady's workshop.

"Welcome dear" She greeted me.

"Shall we have some tea while we chat?"

"Th-hank you…" I responded, feeling a bit shy at first.

I followed her inside her workshop as she went to prepare the tea. I sat by a free table and took a moment to look at my surroundings. As I somewhat expected, her place was quite a mess, with many tools and materials around, I could easily tell she really has been busy with her craft. Around the area there were some pedestals as well, each unique in a little way, each of them waiting for their statues to come. One in particular stood out to me: it was made of stone, and instead of having a name plaquette adorned on it, it had a carving near it's base. It was a very humble pedestal, perhaps for an equally humble statue? Speaking of statues, there was one statue adorning the sculptor lady's workshop. It looked very similar to the statue I saw back at the art fair… Her face… Her body… Everything about her looked exactly the same, just this time she had a different pose… Both of her feet were firmly on her pedestal now and her legs were flexed a little bit, with her arms on front of her it looked like she was ready to embrace her dance partner. I couldn't help but instinctively ask:

"Are they… The same model?"

"Why, yes, dear!" The sculptor lady answered, as she bought with her a tray with tea cups.

"She is my apprentice, and I just love to model her, she always makes for a very beautiful statue, doesn't she?"

"She truly is… I couldn't help but admire her slender beauty during the art fair." I said trying to face away while sipping the tea.

"And she made me proud during the art fair, I really couldn't ask for a better model, and I am sure she couldn't be happier modelling for me like this."

As I heard the sculptor lady talking about her apprentice a wave of… Feelings rushed through my body. With a soft sigh words seemed to come out by themselves, revealing myself to my host…

"What wouldn't I do… To make someone proud for once…"

And with that I explained… I told the sculptor lady about my story, about how my family and relatives abused me for my body, about how I was seen as ungrateful for not submitting wholly to them, about how they kept trying to manipulate my income… And she listened… Patiently and carefully, she did not say a word until I was done… I must admit I was surprised, in a good way. After listening to me she then asked me a question that hit right through my heart…

"What would you rather be doing then, dear?"

And all I could do in response was gather what strength I had to stand up and mutter weakly:

"Clo-…-thes…"

"You want to sew clothes!" The sculptor lady exclaimed.

"That is just too adorable, dear. Oh, you know, why don't you come visit more often? Then you could begin making clothes and try them out on my statues, like mannequins."

Wait, what? Just like that?! It couldn't possibly be this simple… According to my family I'm just an ungrateful child so surely I didn't deserve all of this good attention, so in a fear of rebuke I tried to protest but the sculptor lady reassured me she had a plan to fool them: if I had trouble with my outfits then learning to make my own would be "beneficial" because then I would make outfits I myself approved of… I couldn't really argue with such login so I decided I had no choice but to give it a go. WIth all of that decided, the sculptor lady prepared a letter and instructed me to hand it to my parents and with it in hand she sent me off back home. I was really nervous about all of this, I just knew that my life would certainly change in almost unspeakable ways… And the thought of seeing that statue again… Seeing her slender figure… In contrast to mine…

The following night I was to return to the workshop. This time the sculptor lady greeted me with some books, all on the subject of outfits making. Over tea she studied with me and soon enough I decided I was ready for my first piece. Even if just a simple shirt did not seem very exciting, I still had to begin somewhere. The following nights I kept on visiting her workshop to continue my studies and work on this first project. At first I had trouble handling my tools such as rulers and scissors, it was hard to draw and cut the patterns and to properly cut the clothes. I felt like I was in a constant fight with my own "well developed" body. Walking by the work desks and balcony was constantly awkward as my chest and hips often hit things off them, and with my chest it was hard to properly sit by the desk to work as it. And because of how my body was I barely seemed to fit on chairs and the desk height felt all wrong. It truly was a struggle to just do what seemed like simple tasks. It all frustrated me so much. This body of mine frustrated me so much. Often I thought of giving up and just submitting to the poor life ahead of me but the sculptor lady was always there. She always had something to say to reassure me. Be it with her own stories of difficult situations or with stories of how things would get better. And before I even noticed it my first shirt was completed. It was just a basic piece made out of black clothes, it didn't really look good but we still went with the original plan and I had the statue try it out. As weird as it may sound it definitely felt like the statue looked back at me when I looked at her… Even if her eyes didn't move at all. I was sure my mind were just playing tricks on me, as some twisted form of coping with what was going on but as I touched the statue and had her wear the shirt I made, I was certain she had squirmed… I could even feel as if she were blushing from having something specially made for her, even if it was some utter garbage… Yes, the shirt I made was pretty bad but she was happy, the statue was happy, right…?

The sculptor lady once again sweetened my mood with her well spoke words: "it's just your first piece, dear, yet look how much you already improved! From having trouble dealing with the materials to actually making a piece someone could wear. I'm proud of you, dear." And wow, what effect did her words had on me. Each time I heard those little magical words I felt my body full of energy ready to work again, so I kept coming back to her workshop each night to persist my studies. Though from time to time there was a different statue of the sculptor's lady apprentice in a different pose… How conveniently posed for me to try out different outfits.

It didn't happen overnight, it didn't happen through a few days. It took time but eventually with time my skills did seem to improve. From making that one shirt to making coats, jackets, sweaters and just anything in between. I lost the count of how many nights I spent under the tutelage of the sculptor lady, and I'm sure if it weren't for her constant support I wouldn't be able to pursue this. The life my family forced me to live didn't weight as much on my shoulders as before now that I had a goal… A purpose… Something to look forward too each day. And with time I moved on to new designs… Pants, gloves, scarves, skirts, dresses… I tried out making a bit of everything, and with time I came to realise that certain outfits weren't exactly bad for being revealing or accentuating body parts but rather because they were simply poorly made, they weren't made to fit MY body per say but rather just whatever. Just goes to show how much they really cared about me if they never took the time to take my measurements for proper clothes. Eventually I began making clothes specifically to fit the apprentice's statue, and I felt as I had took a big step towards understanding everything that has been going on with me. As my skill developed I began making new outfits for myself, but what a struggle it was… Not only did I have to struggle against my body because of its… Proportions, as I had previously so far, but did I also realise how hard it was to fit just anything… It wasn't just any outfit that seemed to fit my shape, as often the designs looked stretched out and deformed. As a model I was used to see people of different body shapes, and I knew that outfits could work even with more… Abundant bodies. But still those refused to work on me. But before my frustated could grow too much, the sculptor lady approached me.

At first we simply talked about my difficulties at my craft due to my body, specially when it came to its size discrepancy to everything else, it was almost as I was too big for this world. Or rather: the world was made too small for me. Then she asked me a most perplexing question:

"Would things be different had you been born under a different body?"

I pondered… Everything I do seems to be centered on my body, from how my relationship with my family is to what profession I have to my hobbies. Thinking back had I not be born the way I am I wouldn't be here seaming outfits with my mentor.

"I think… Yes… Had I been born under a different body my life would be different altogether, and who knows what it would be like… However…" I responded to her.

"Yes? What is it? Tell me what is in your mind, dear."

"Well… And so would it be if I was able to change my body from tonight onwards…"

"Is that so?" She giggled as she asked, and before I could answer she continued 

"Would you like to reshape your body? To something a bit more… Petite?"

Without really giving it much thought to the consequences of what I was doing, I simply nodded to the sculptor lady in agreement and to my surprise she responded by offering her hand, which I took in mine. She then guided me to a different room in her workshop, one with much open space and a work table and chairs. She pulled one of the chairs to the middle of the room and had me sit down on it. Then she stood in front of me and without further ado she produced a small deep blue coloured crystal pendant out of one of her pockets which she began to swing in front of my face.

I could hear her voice instructing me on what to do:

To take deep, slow breathes as I let my mind wander for a second.

To slow down… Forget my worries for a moment… Let myself relax… Relax under her care… Let my mind… Slip away…

With each breath of mine….

Slowly my body stops moving…

There was no need to move on my own…

My mentor would take care of me…

Pose me as she felt fit…

…

…

I trust her…

…

…

I hear the sound of her fingers snapping me awaken.

In front of me nothing but a wall mirror, and reflected on it I found my own self in it's entirety! From toes to hair I could see each part of me, fully exposed! Just what was going on? That is when I realised my body did go stiff. I couldn't move out of my pose, which thankfully was somewhat humble as I simply had a standing pose with my arms to my sides, and to my surprise I was on top of that one stone pedestal I saw on my first night here, it felt almost like an ironic contrast between my certainly not modest body on top of the humble pedestal. For a brief moment my mind almost panicked but then my mentor's words echoed inside my head as I remembered her commands. My mind slowed down and I took a deep breath as I was reminded I was under her care, there was no need to worry, she knows what she is doing. After my mind fully calmed down the truth sank in: my body had been turned to stone similar as her apprentice's statue! Just that myself had a more clay like appearance.

I was right after all… The statue WAS real and it was her apprentice nonetheless. It's no wonder the statue always felt so real and full of life, she was under the absolute care of the one she trusted the most. And the impression I had the statue was happy to be seen and to receive gifts of clothes… She really was happy, wasn't her? Just… How came she had different poses? A wicked feeling told me I was about to find out.

I felt something tickle inside my brain as I heard the command reshape for me, dear. My eyes immediately shut down and I couldn't see anything anymore. I became aware of my whole body as if it was turned into one single blob of clay as my sense of self turn into one singular perception, feeling my mentor's touch over the entirety of me.

I felt her touch me. A gentle touch. It does not hurt.

Rub me. Her hands running through my clay-like being.

Knead me. Forming me beneath her fingers.

Shape me. I'm all hers.

As I felt her handling me the feeling of my own body came back piece by piece. I felt my arms and legs being pulled back into shape and my face caressed into its frame. I felt as myself becoming smaller, as some of me was pulled out of my body. It did not hurt, rather it felt as a weight was plucked out of my shoulders. Then my mind tickled again as the command take form, dear rushed through my brain. I felt my body stiffen for a moment then regain it's usual feel. My vision came back as I opened my eyes letting the light flow in once again. In front of me again the same mirror and in its reflection another person. Their face was somewhat more robust than mine but still seemed delicate with short shoulder-length bangs. Their shoulders were narrow with gentle arms coming out of them. I could tell their touch was tender just from seeing their soft hands and fingers. Their chest and tummy were a simple smooth surface as opposed to my own. Their legs were slender in figure, and between them there was no vulva to be found but rather a petite penis. From the reflection I could tell they were much shorter than me. I kept staring on at this new person for a moment until the realization came to me: this person was me! I Really was reshaped and took form according to my mentor's wishes.

But was I really…?

Could I…?

I struggled to keep my thoughts…

A rush of euphoria took over my senses…

Suddenly I felt my mentor's touch again, just this time it was just her hand feeling me gently. Each time she touched me I felt my skin take back it's vigorous tone again. From my face down to my toes soon my body was back from stone. As I felt my movement come back to me I felt weak on my legs, without being able to resist I fell on my knees and into her open arms. Curling up into her embrace, I just stayed there feeling her arms around my limb body.

Sobbing.

Unable to express my gratitude to her. But it was okay, I knew I didn't have to say anything just now, just like how I trusted her she trusted me, otherwise she wouldn't go through such lengths just for me.

It took me a good while but I finally regained my composure. I stood up and looked at my mentor with newfound resolve.

"Shall we work towards my new outfit?" I asked her.

"Yes, dear, I'll be with you through all of it."

And thus I rushed back to the drawing table to draw new designs under my new measurements. I didn't even care for the fact I was naked for I did not feel any shame in my body in this state. Rather, I felt joy to feel my body feel so light and nimble. I fit into the drawing table much better under my new shorter height and my body didn't push anything anymore. Soon enough I made a new pair of pants and undies as well as a shirt for myself. I made sure to design them with some breathing space in mind so they fit me nicely, I felt I could dance inside this new outfit, I didn't feel it struggling against my body as I did before. As I had many new ideas I wanted to try on myself I decided I stay over at the workshop working on new designs, I wrote a letter home explaining the situation and went back to my craft. I believe my family disowned me as I never got a reply and nobody ever came visit me. My mentor arranged for a room for me to sleep over at some couch and with time we began to sell some of my works, be them with statues or by themselves. With time I also made new outfits for the both of us, as well to the beloved statue. And in particular without my constant discomfort with my body I was able to better appreciate the outfits I made. From the elegance of dresses to the simplicity of pants and skirts to the audacity of swimsuits, one pieces and two pieces alike, even if I didn't need to cover my top necessarily I still felt I should. I was able to better understand my outfits and redesign them with comfort in mind while keeping their functions. Bottoms didn't carve against my skin anymore, tops better embraced my chest. Arms, shoulders and legs had room to breathe and articulate freely. And any time I wanted a good look at myself my mistress would simply turn me back to stone for hours… Days…. Maybe even weeks. Being frozen in place in different poses always offered the perfect view over whichever body part I was focusing on for the next piece of outfit I had in mind. Sometimes my mistress would even turn me back to my old self as I have learnt to not hate or shame it anymore, it's not my body's fault I had issues, but rather my family's poor understanding of my needs. And so I had decided I would also make outfits for those who also had well developed bodies since what they might be missing to feel comfortable in their bodies is just the properly made outfit. But still, whenever we had visitors for any of our works I would don my petite body, it just didn't feel right to expose myself, even if I felt comfort in my body and in various different outfits, I realised I could wear them just for myself, I didn't need anyone's approval.

[art-by-sorachi]

Asha the Shiva Statue

A year ago I had commissioned DeviantArt user Mythkaz a comic of Asha from Monster World IV in the Cave of Wonders from Disney's Aladdin, where she was cursed to become one of the Shiva Statue enemies from the Mega Drive/Genesis game (as both Monster World IV and Aladdin are both Arabian-themed games released on the same platform, I thought it'd be very fitting). I really liked how the comic came out and wanted to have a try at drawing my own take the finished stage of the transformation as a followup to the comic. The comic that tells the story of this picture can be found here. Like the Metal Sonic vs. Sakuya pic, this was another one I had started working on last year, only to finish it a year later due to other things getting in the way. On top of that, I've also made various alts where she is a purple statue as well as non-statue versions. Asha © LAT Shiva statue enemies © Disney

[knightofleo]

Animated scrap metal figures by Guillermo Galetti

[ratpeap]

The story for my prior post, or alt sketches

[pompadourrguy]

D16 WIP

Being a new TF fan and discovering you love to draw machines and their bodies is such a good feeling

I can't stop drawing and studying them!

Also thanks @th3e-m4ng0 for posting a tutorial on how to separate and break down their designs to make sketching easier. It's really helping a lot, make sure to check out his blog!

edit: finished

[starwarrior18]

[smilingdawn]

TRANSFORMERS: ONE STATUES!!! THEY ARE REAL!!!

[wakeup01]

Hold your head still, I’m about to make a perfect seat out of your dopey face. Haha. That surprised expression is picturesque, I think I’ll keep it ‘framed’ just like that once you’re a fully frozen statue. That way, every time I sit on you, pushing your nose between my crack, I can remember the precise moment where you became a basic inanimate piece of furniture. A centrepiece of the room. Your final human act before my huge cheeks became your entire existence and purpose. Eyes stuck staring at my tight arse. Cock forever frozen at the exact moment of climax.

Enough chatter though.

Aaaa, and down I go. Lush…super comfy. Yes, go ahead and squirm, it makes the experience so much more fun. For me at least. Can you feel your body stiffen? Forever posed in that humiliating position. Knees fusing together, the colour draining from your skin. Let it happen, let it consume you from head to toe. Sniff my butt and become a stupid fucking statue.

Fuck, your shiny cold exterior feels so good against my hole.

Huh…guess that’s it then. Wow, you were so quick to surrender your free will. Giving up everything to me. Hell, you barely even struggled…seat. A seat for my sweaty ass. Hope you like rimming, idiot.

[dailyfigures]

Starscream ; Transformers ☆ Kotobukiya

[devilart2199-aibi]

Bishoujo Soundwave my beloved 😔💞

[cybertron-after-dark]

Boulder would lose his fuckin MIND over Minecraft.

The landscapes, the crafting, the critters running around (especially the fact that he can befriend some of them), just exploring the big wide world with no restrictions and having the time of his life.

And then he figures out redstone and starts building particle accelerators and shit.

[sweetie-writer-monika]

What I would do for Her

A short story about a Witch and her apprentice, who would do anything for her Mistress. Click below to read more.

It was just like any other day when it happened.

After I finished my usual chores my mistress invited me for tea, by now I was used to her kindness, as this was one of her ways to express it.

“You know, dear” she said as we enjoyed our tea. “Our garden has been feeling rather empty as of late, don't you think? Perhaps it was time we included a statue or two. You will help me out, right, dear?”

“Yes, Mistress, anything for you.”

At first I didn’t really think much of it, sure my Mistress does say she is a witch but at most she would have me collect herbs for her potions, we make a living by selling medicine. So I figured she only meant for me to help transport the statues.

After we finished the teapot, I offered to wash everything for her before she explained in more detail what my task would be, and she told me once done to meet her at the study.

Once at the study I couldn’t help but notice a new stone pedestal with a blank bronze plaquette. There was no statue nearby or adorning the pedestal, just what did my Mistress have in mind? But before I could ask she instructed me to take a chair and sit down in front of her.

“Now, dear, I am sure you have many questions, but don’t worry, for all of them will soon be answered.” saying this she pulled a small crystal pendant, holding it in front of me she began to slowly swing the crystal.

“Don’t worry, dear, it’s okay to relax now.”

“Breathe slowly…” “Just keep looking at the crystal.”

“Breathe in…” “You don’t have to think about anything anymore.”

“Breathe out…”

“Let me do the thinking for you.”

Her words echoed inside my head, each of her commands made my mind feel… Slower… With each of her words it began hard to even… Think at all… All I could see… Was the little crystal swinging in front of my eyes… And her lips moving…  Relaxing… All I could hear was her voice…. Her words… Her Commands… She tells me to breathe slowly, I do so. She tells me to empty my mind, I do so. She tells me to close my eyes, I do so.

“You don’t have to move anymore…”

“Let Mistress pose you, take care of you…”

“You might feel your muscles stiffening… But that is okay, when I move you, you move so, but by yourself you can’t anymore.”

I could barely tell what was going on anymore, all of her words swirled inside my mind. All I could tell was that my Mistress was touching me, moving me, posing me. I felt her touch on my body, on my shoulders, arms and legs. I felt her touch me with just one hand, and with both hands, and I felt her hands going through my body. My Mistress’ touch rapidly consumed all of my feelings, that is all I could feel, I couldn’t hear anything or see anything anymore, everything was mushed together aside of any and every time she touched me. I don’t know how long it stayed like so, but when I least expected it I heard the snapping of her fingers.

That sound woke me up, but what I saw in front of me was not my Mistress. At first a blurred image, I struggled to make out what I was seeing, the image slowly formed to be a mirror, and in its reflection… I found myself. I was on top of the stone pedestal I saw early, and I was stuck in a pose, try as much as I wanted, I couldn’t move myself, not even a single finger, with my right leg lifted high and my arms on top of my head like a ballerina. Not only that, but I was stripped of all my clothes. The entirety of my body was exposed right before me and all I could do was keep looking, my eyes rolling over my own body. My arms, legs, thighs, belly, fingers, toes, breasts, vulva… Every single part of my body was exposed. And with each of my own gaze, I felt my body burn with multiple feelings. Each part of me that I saw burnt with desire, and each part of me I wasn’t looking at craved the same attention. Overwhelmed by those burning feelings, my lips betrayed me, uttering a groan of pleasure. I couldn’t close my eyes, I didn’t want to, and each time I saw myself unable to move, I groaned again. And again. And again. And again.

I don’t know for how long I stayed like this, but suddenly I heard my Mistress speak to me.

“I was right to pick you for this task, dear, you really will make the perfect statue.”

“...Mistress… Anything… you…” I spoke back, uttering what words I could.

Without saying anything else, my Mistress put the mirror away, for a split second I gasped as I knew that might have been the last time I would see myself again. She then moved me outside the study… Outside our workshop, even, to the garden outside. On the way I noticed a few familiar faces.. My Mistress had her friends visit, and as soon they noticed us they came near us. I was placed near one of the flower beds while my Mistress’ friends gathered, there were three of them, and they all knew me… They kept looking… Staring… And they would talk and giggle between them, were they talking about me? Were they… Admiring me…? The same burning feelings from before quickly built inside me again, as I could do nothing but endure my Mistress’ friends’ gaze upon my fully revealed self. Each time they looked at me I imagined where they would be looking at. Was it at my arms? Perhaps at my legs? Or was it at my breasts and sex? Or perhaps my hair? Or maybe even my belly? But with each passing thought my body burnt inside. With each gaze, the desire for more.

“M-mist-ress…” I uttered weakly. That was when she appeared in front of me with a sly smile on her face. Her friends all sat down at a bench nearby, ready to watch what show my Mistress had in store next. I was still half dizzy when I barely noticed my Mistress lifting her hand towards me and closing her eyes. She whispered words I couldn’t recognize, but nothing really happened at first. I waited for a moment, had even forgotten about my Mistress’ friends when I suddenly felt something weird on my feet… I already couldn’t move any part of my body, but this felt different. I could feel my body stiffening… The feeling of my feet turning cold… Just what was happening to me? But at the same time my body turned cold and rigid, I felt it burn once again. The feeling swelling inside of me as my body slowly turned rigid for real. Not able to help myself I let out a weak groan as the continuous burning forced me into my climax. By now my body was solid and soon my neck and face would be too, I thought to myself “is this how I would meet my end? Completely exposed not only in body but also in mind?” Then finally it happened, my face and head turned solid like stone, but to my surprise I did not die, in fact I didn’t even seem to need to breathe anymore.

My mistress pulled that mirror out again, and I was able to see myself once again. As I imagined, I really turned to stone… I was her statue! But now I couldn’t speak or groan, I was left to myself to endure how much my body constantly burnt, it was as if even my feelings were locked in a constant feeling of climax. Putting the mirror away she would reassure me I did a good job for her, and that I made her proud. She was proud to have one of her students be a beautiful statue, but to me the only word I could think of to describe myself was erotic. My mistress then went to join her friends, they sat by and chatted for a while. I couldn’t see them very well so I enjoyed the scenario for the time being… For as much as I could as my mind was constantly flooded by the idea that they were admiring me, checking me out from every possible angle…

“Look at me…” I thought to myself.

“Please… Look at me…”

“... Admire me…”

“... Treasure… Me…”

“... Please…”

“...”

“...”

“...”

Eventually night came, and I was still there. I really had become my Mistress’ statue. One she was proud of. While the fire still blazed inside my mind I was able now to distract myself with the surroundings, as I haven’t seen my Mistress and her friends since I was turned to stone. From what I could see the night sky was starry tonight, there were a few fireflies flying around and I could barely see the flower bed near me, especially because of how dark it was now. Slowly I felt my mind starting to slip, not as in sleeping but as in the stillness of having nobody to look at me. There was no reason to think at all if there was nobody there.

“...”

“...”

“...”

My consciousness returned when I noticed my Mistress in front of me. It was right into the day already and she was wearing light clothes to fit this sunny day.

“You did great yesterday, dear, let me give you a little treat.” She said as she pointed the garden hose to me, spraying me softly with warm water. I was surprised at first as I felt the water slowly wet my body, I thought I would have lost all feelings to my body as I wasn't feeling the wind anymore. As surprising as it was, it was a welcoming one, the warm water running down my body felt refreshing, invigorating, even. For a moment it quelled the constant fire blazing deep in the back of my mind, although it did light something else inside of me. The water made me remember just how much I loved my body, every single part of it. I could feel the water running over my now rigid breasts and my smooth tummy, each getting equal attention from the water’s warm embrace. The water felt like a gentle caressing, stroking my body along the way. For a moment I could feel my Mistress with me, as if it was her actual touch, not just the water. I could feel the water between my legs too, touching me in ways it wasn’t supposed to. The thought it was my Mistress touching me would surely turn my face cheeks bright red were I not a stone statue.

That is when it happened. For a brief moment I felt my body burn again. It was my Mistress, and she was touching me, rubbing her hands against my smooth surface! I could barely tell it from the now overwhelming feeling of being touched by the one I admired for so long, but I realized she had a soap in hand and she was washing me after all. A soft neutral soap, it felt great as she held me with one hand running the other through every part of my body. She acted as if she were simply rubbing soap against me but I could feel it… Her hand… Her fingers… She knew exactly what she was doing, letting those run freely on my exposed body. Her hand would run up all the way from my feet up to my face then back again briefly touching my sex and breasts. If only I could return her caressing… If only she would attend to me more… If only I could speak up, let her know just how much my body desires her… But stuck as a perfectly solid statue I was, and stuck in near climax as well. Every second I felt her fingers on me felt like a blissful eternity, I just wanted my Mistress for myself now. I didn’t want to believe it, but I knew this would only be a moment, and I wasn’t sure if I would ever get this much attention again. After my Mistress was done with coating me in soap, she would spray water all over me, and again with it came the feeling of refreshment, that I could perhaps think straight again, even if for just a moment. It was a sunny day today so I presume my Mistress left me for sun-drying as I hadn’t seen or felt her again.

“I wonder when people will visit me again…” I thought to myself.

“Someone… Cherish me…”

“...”

“...”

Once again I hadn’t noticed the passage of time. It was as if there was no one near me. I simply didn’t exist anymore, merely a lifeless rock. “Perhaps it was for the best this way” I thought to myself. “I wouldn’t manage to endure every little second without anyone around…”.

My thoughts now were almost exclusive about being seen, about being touched or admired. It didn’t even need to be my mistress, just anyone who could tame this fire inside of my body would do… Anyone… Everyone…

“... Look at me…”

I had no notion of time anymore, things were simply “someone is here” and “nobody is here”. And today was a “Mistress is here” day. She had some papers with her, it seems, when she approached me.

“Good news, dear” I heard her say. “We are going to participate in an art fair! It was you, my beautiful work of art, that won me a spot there.” I was happy, even as a statue I continued to serve my Mistress to the best of my abilities.

“Those three friends who visited a few weeks ago spread the word about how beautiful you are, dear.” I felt my stone heart skip a beat when I heard those words. To think I was a work of art not only to my Mistress but to others as well?

“While the organization team prepares the rest of the location, though, I will have you moved to the hall where the artworks will be displayed. It will be dark but I know you won’t mind it at all. Your mind was fixed not to.” I wasn’t fully aware of it, but I knew deep inside that was my Mistress at work, it makes me happy that she thought of me until the last minute, I must had really made her proud, and I am proud to say she is my Mistress.

Then, for a moment, my Mistress sat down next to me, she would caress my foot gently for a moment in silence. I guess that was her way of saying bye, even if not forever. Then my vision blurred, and then it darkened. Suddenly everything was dark. It was just as my Mistress warned me. But I was not scared. I… just… Wait…

“...”

“...”

“...”

When I came back to be I was in a room full with other people.

There were passersby.

In the corner of my eyes I could see other artworks.

I could. But did not.

In front of me there were two groups of people.

One directly in front of me.

Looking at me.

Admiring me.

Cherishing me.

Some were just looking.

Some were commenting about my features.

Some took pictures.

Some drew sketches.

All their eyes were on me.

The other group was with my Mistress.

She explained things to them I cared not for.

So much attention.

So many eyes on me.

Keep looking at me.

Keep looking.

Keep admiring me.

Keep cherishing me.

I am a work of art.

Keep looking at me. Keep looking. Keep looking. Keep looking. Keep looking. Keep looking. Keep looking. Keep looking keep looking keep looking keep looking looking looking looking looking looking looking this burning blaze inside my mind was ignited again by all of those people here looking at me eating me up with their eyes admiring me as the work of art I am keep admiring me admiring me admiring me admiring admiring admiring admiring this ecstasy feeling quickly overpowered all my sense all I could think of was their eyes on me admiring me looking at me loving me cherishing me appreciating me a beautiful work of art I made my Mistress proud anything for my Mistress anything make her proud keep looking at me looking at me admiring me cherishing me keep loo-

“...”

“...”

“...”

“...”

“...”

“...”

“...”

“...”

“...”

I came back to my senses in a workshop of some form. It was really messy here with pieces of stone laying around and a lot of dust. There were a few work desks with tools on them, and some pedestals similar to mine were placed unordered around the scenario. In the center of the scene I could view was my Mistress. She had a different attire than usual, with an apron, mitts, somewhat thick clothes seemingly made of leather and what seemed like protective glasses. On her hand she had a sculpting spatula, it seems she was working on something…

“You are alive!” She exclaimed as she turned to me.

“Since the art fair I hadn’t really sensed you, I feared I paid a price too great for all the renown you brought me, dear.”

I wasn’t really sure what she was talking about as I was still dizzy from the euphoria I feft. I think… My mind just shut down? Did I… Climax myself to exhaustion…?

“I apologize for letting it happen to you, dear.” she continued talking.

“I should have trained you for a few more delays before letting you attend such a grandiose event, but I am glad that you are here with me”.

I felt her gentle touch delicately caress my leg. I figured this was her way of hugging me, as my body was permanently on the pedestal, far from her reach.

“This is my workshop, you see. After the art fair people were really interested in commissioning all forms of statues from me. This I have you to thank for, dear.”

I am happy. Once again I am making my Mistress proud. I wish to always do so. Even after she parts from this world and my stone breaks from the test of time.

“Even though I wasn’t sure if you were still there… I still got you a few little things, I hope you like it.”

I wasn’t sure what she was talking about, but she quickly left my field of vision but soon enough she turned me around to face a mirror that was set in one of the interior’s walls. She positioned next to me and looked at the mirror as if she was admiring the view with me.

“I bought a handful of adornments for you, my dear. I will let you have a good look at them, you are not leaving the workshop anytime soon. The world had its chance to see you but now you are for my eyes only. Enjoy the view.”

Saying that she left, I assume she went back to her work desk. In the mirror I saw my reflection. I still had the same ballerina pose with my arms above my head and my leg lifted high up but this time I had collars and jewelry on me. They were all made of silver, a nice contrast to my stone surface. The jewelry adorned all parts of my body. From my feet to my legs to my belly and torso to my breast and arms, even my fingers had a few rings from what I could see, my neck had a collar on it and my head was adorned with a jeweled tiara. Such jewels were red in color, it reminded me of my eyes before they turned to stone. The adornments traced my body, as if forming an invisible outfit, outlining various parts of my body. Even my nipples were adorned with silver rings, and a small gem was fixed above my vulva. I hadn’t felt any of them at first but now that my Mistress brought them to my attention I could feel them resting on my body, or piercing for those two specific decorations. Feeling them on me made me think of my Mistress, constantly. It was as if she were always here with me, touching me, giving me some attention but not too much of it.

If I were to stay like this for the rest of my cold life… That would be simply perfect. My Mistress was all that I wanted and making her proud was all I wished for. I am proud to be my Mistress’ finest statue.

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