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Rain in film [16/??]:
THE SOCIAL NETWORK (2010) dir. David Fincher
TOM HOLLAND 2026 | Alex Prager ph. for GQ: Inside the Making of The Odyssey Issue
Jake Manley at the premiere of Find Your Friends (2026)
Transform Royal and Fabian into statues in the archway of the garden.
An anonymous follower has transformed my muse! What transformations would you make??
At first Royal's foot just felt stuck. He was walking into the garden when something took hold of his foot and he suddenly couldn't move it or pick it up from the ground. He tugged at his leg until his foot landed in the wrong (right?) spot, and it, too stuck to the ground. Then the firmness began to stretch up his body, and Royal started to panic. His calves hardened, then his knees locked into position. Royal began to hyperventilate, "Help!" he called out to anyone who might listen.
As the solidifying worked its way up his body, he felt himself pushed into a position very much against his will, like someone had designed a pose for him and his body was obeying. He hips jut forward, and his back arched, making all of his muscles stretch out and press against his skin.
It was as the firmness passed his chest that the other boy appeared, drawn in by his yell. He was gorgeous, and Royal tried to call out a warning to him, but the paralysis had already taken his lungs. So he couldn't make any sound at all, just widen his eyes and flap his chin as the boy walked over a patch on the ground and Royal saw his foot hold fast too.
Fabian suffered the same fate as Royal, his body betraying him as his pose was locked in. Where Royal was bent back gracefully like a dancer, Fabian's body was pressed up against the archway to the garden, body paused like he was mid body-roll. His stomach was flexed and he was forced to hold that pose indefinitely, his torso bent around it. His arms rose upwards and twined above his head in an x, like a stripper mid-gyration. That's where his body froze.
Neither boy could move an inch. They were awake, but frozen. Even their eyes were no longer their own, fixed unblinkingly in one direction. And while they still felt like flesh and bone to anyone who put hands on them, they were now statues.
They stayed that way for weeks. The sun beat down on them by day but they did not get sunburned. They seemed to made of tougher stuff now. The wind and rain lashed at them, and while they became wet, they did not suffer the bone-numbing chill of the cold. Over time their clothes began to disintegrate, being so exposed. Their protection from the elements didn't extend to their clothing it seemed.
So, slowly, their pants and their shirts fell away. It took weeks for the statue-boys to suffer this newest humiliation. Fabian's shirt went first, peeling away from his body in a windy storm. Royal was wearing basketball shorts, and those fell off of him after about two months. Eventually, the two statue boys were completely naked except for their shoes, which were now covered in overgrown grass and plants so that the boys looked like they were growing up for the garden.
Neither boy had planned to live their life as a naked statue, but here they were. Unable to move. Unable to talk. Stuck in their lewd positions as days began to pass. If they weren't okay with being naked in public, well, there was no way to stop it now, was there?
That's about when the people began to visit. They passed right through the archway where the two boys were on display from head to toe. Most people eyed them respectfully, but a few began to touch the boys. And they could feel those touches like they could feel the wind or the rain. But their dicks didn't get hard, because statues weren't supposed to change. But they were available to be fondled...which many patrons chose to do.
And the boys looked on, trapped inside their naked bodies. No longer boys at all, really. They are just garden statues to be appreciated...
Archie Renaux
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The smell of his roommate is like a drug for him
fully clothed dry humping until he’s soaking his pretty little boxers and whining and squirming in overstimulation as i continue <3
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