“And wide awake,” I said, and Mark’s eyes jolted open.
“What… did it work?” he said, groggy. His arms were crossed over his chest, his legs splayed wide as he lay on the couch.
“We’ll find out,” I said. “Can you move?”
He looked concerned, and his body twitched a bit. But his arms remained crossed, his legs open wide.
“No, I… I can’t move, dude!” he said. “You froze me?”
“I’ve done a bunch of things to you,” I said. “Starting with making your body completely rigid.”
“Fuck, man,” he said, his muscles tense and immobile. “I feel rock hard.”
“You are,” I said. “All except your dick. So let’s fix that.”
“Your cock’s getting hard,” I told him. “The tighter your body is, the harder your cock gets. It turns you on to be a statue.”
“Wait, stop it,” he said, but I could see his junk move in his loose athletic shorts. The outline of his big dick began to tent the fabric.
“Harder and harder, a rock hard rigid statue of a cock,” I said, watching him grow more aroused. His face slackened, his mind getting foggy.
“What’s … happening,” he slurred.
“And the hornier you get, the stupider you get,” I said. “All your brains drain away as your cock fills up.”
“Aww man… whaddya doin to me,” he mumbled. I reached over and pulled up the leg of his shorts, and his hard thick cock flopped out. I rubbed it up and down and he moaned. “Ohhh shit, that’s good,” he said.
“You my dumb little statue?” I said, pumping his dick.
“Yeah man,” he said. “I’m stupid and stone.”
And as he said it, I could see his flesh turning grey, transforming from living tissue to marble slab.
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