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Petrifying Poke (Statue/Golem TF)
🕑 Added 2025-06-22 21:00:03 +0000 UTCpokes your stomach
You feel your midsection rumble.
Shift.
Harden.
You notice that where I touched is now solid stone, slowly creeping in all directions—
Ripping your clothes along the way, revealing everything.
It creeps upward, slowly,
Over your breasts.
From just below them—
Across your sensitive spots—
Then completely over, turning them to solid rock.
It continues up your collar,
Engulfing your entire torso.
Your ability to move is now severely limited.
Next, you feel it creeping down—
From your belly, toward your... yes.
Covering it. Solidifying it.
Wrapping around to make sure your ass petrifies too.
Then your hips.
Locked in stone.
Your legs, virtually immobile.
But it’s not over.
It spreads—
Down your thighs.
Over your knees.
Along your legs.
And finally your feet.
A small stone platform appears beneath you—
Maybe part of your feet, maybe not.
But definitely connected to you.
By now, you’ve also noticed it creeping over your shoulders,
Making arm movement almost impossible.
It slides slowly down your upper arms,
Aaaaall the way to your elbows,
Then down your lower arms.
Each finger stiffens—
Individually, perfectly.
You’re a statue through and through—
At least up to your neck.
But you know this isn’t the end.
A few little adjustments are still needed.
As if pulled by invisible strings,
Your body moves—
Not by your own will, mind you. Oh no.
By mine.
Your heels rise off the ground.
Your petrified shoes reshape into elegant high heels.
Your legs are forced together.
Knees locked.
Back straightens—
Though it still curves just a bit.
...Was your butt bigger?
Hard to tell.
In any case, you’re standing straighter than you ever have before.
Your left hand twitches—
Moves slightly—
Outward, then in, resting on your definitely-improved hips.
Locked in place, like the rest of you.
Your right hand... rises.
Higher.
Higher.
Stretching your stone body as it points straight up—
In the most perfect, straight line you’ve ever seen.
Then it bends.
Fingers lock.
A perfect salute.
You look embarrassed.
Maybe a little scared.
And way too aroused.
I think that face is perfect for you.
So I tug gently at the sides of your lips—
Pulling them into a smile that’s somewhere between happy, horny, and terrified.
And then... your lips petrify.
You can no longer move them.
You can no longer change them.
Your cheeks follow—
Petrifying into a deep, permanent blush—
Accented with ruby dust.
Then your eyes—
Replaced with heart-shaped rubies instead of your regular ones.
They tint your entire vision into the shape of a heart.
Adorable.
And finally—
All at once—
Your hair freezes in stone.
From root to tip.
You are frozen.
Completely.
Frozen in stone.
But then…
Something shifts again
The joints
Your elbows
Your knees
Your hips
They all become joints again
Still made of stone
Still locked in their perfect places
But now… flexible
Under the right command
A soft glow starts to shimmer in your belly
A single point of red light
and then—
crack
A ruby crystal pushes out from your midsection
Warm
Pulsing
Alive
Embedded deep within you like a beating heart turned to gemstone
You try to move
but can’t
Not by yourself
but I can
I place a single finger on your chin
and you nod
Slowly
Deliberately
Not because you want to
But because I want you to
I grin
and step back
and speak for the first time since all this began
“Who are you?”
Your lips part, obediently
Your voice is smooth like polished marble
soft
yet firm
echoing with magic
“I am a stone golem bodyguard serving you, Mistress.
I shall salute like this until I am needed—
and obey when I am called upon.”
I giggle
Like I can’t help it
So cute
So perfect
So mine
I reach up and pat your head
Fingers brushing against frozen hair
cool and flawless
You don’t flinch
You don’t move
You don’t need to
You were well and truly mine now.
