Stone Cold - Early Access (Tg/Object) (Patreon)

 "Hold that pose, babe," my girlfriend said to me before throwing a ball of light at my feminine body. "W-wha-" I tried to say before it hit me, freezing me in place as gray crept out from the impact site. I could only stand still and wait for the ever-encroaching stone wave to take over my body, covering my soft flesh into solid rock. Once my entire body was nothing but a statue of the woman she turned me into, she stood up and approached me.

 She ran a long, delicate finger down my smooth body causing sensations to flood through me. "I thought you learned your lesson when I turned you into a girl," she said as she caressed my rock-hard nipple through the striped bra she made me wear, "But it seems no matter what they look like, a cheater is a cheater." Had I still possessed blood, it would've run cold, how did she know about my disloyalty?

 The doorbell rang and my girlfriend turned, skipping out of the room happier than ever even after turning her boyfriend, or rather girlfriend, into a statue. The front door opened and words were exchanged before two sets of footsteps returned to our shared bedroom. I was shocked to see my girlfriend leading my mistress through the door where she laughed a bit, "You turned him to stone? That's amazing!"

 Why wasn't she shocked? If anything, she seemed happy to see me this helpless. My thoughts snapped back when my girlfriend turned back to me explaining that the girl I was cheating on her with was actually hired by her to seduce me, and I fell right for it without the slightest bit of hesitation. In my defense, the body she gave me after my first affair was extremely sensitive and she wasn't around to satisfy me so I had to look elsewhere, but seeing the woman I chose chatting to her so calmly made me realize just how screwed I was.

 "You hit him as he was undressing?" The second woman snickered, "And you made him wear those striped panties?" "Yep! He had no idea either so the face you see is candid!" My girlfriend replied with a giggle of her own. "Can I have him?" The other woman said as she ran her hand down my form, tugging at panty straps until it untied, falling down my legs. "Sure, I was probably going to sell him to a gravel company anyway." My heart dropped at that announcement because it confirmed my suspicions that I would never be human again.

 A bit of heavy lifting and a lot of bubble wrap later and I was in the trunk of the woman who had betrayed me as she drove away from my, well ex-girlfriend's house. "You're gonna be quite the attraction!" The woman said over her shoulder towards me, "What are your thoughts on being a touchable piece of art in the museum?" Thinking back to when I was touched by only two people and for no more than a few seconds each, I almost lost myself in pleasure. The thought of being on display was humiliating enough but to also be molested by art snobs was a hell I couldn't have even fathomed until she said that.

 "I'm not hearing a no!" She chuckled, "Guess you're okay with it!" She was either oblivious to my plight or more likely, she didn't care. My screams and shouts of protest never left my stone lips as she kept driving towards the art gallery that would become my home for however long I lasted, which would probably be a number of centuries, or even millennia.