Master Lantz's Realms of Transformation

Stories about transformation, BDSM and objectification.

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Re-made into his Master’s image (part 3)

Read part 1 HERE. Read part 2 HERE.

But 2 statues resembling him were not enough for Master Lantz’s ego. He wanted a final, third statue to complete the scene.

It took a while to think about the perfect subject for the final statue. And, once it was decided, it took some time for him to accept Master Lantz's invite. He was a good friend of Master Lantz, but he was a gym rat too. He was TOO much into lifting and workout, so it was not easy to see him outside the gym.

By the time his friend came to the garden, Master Lantz had arranged his 2 statues to be on both sides of an empty black marble pedestal. It didn't take much effort to convince his friend to pose between the statues just for some fun, selfies and some pictures. After all, Master Lantz's friend was very active in social networks, always posting pictures of himself flexing and lifting, and he had thousands of followers.

Soon, it started.

This time Master Lantz was not going to transform his friend... his statues would. Master Lantz could see power flowing from the twin, flexing statues toward his muscular friend, whose movements were getting slower and slower without even realizing.

Master Lantz's statues wanted more to join them, more humans to become statues looking like their Master, exalting his power in a perpetual piece of art.

The muscular guy was quieter now too... his mind losing his will and humanity with each passing second. Then, while posing in a very authoritative pose, he stopped for good. He wasn't even blinking, and he was losing color... turning into white marble. But changes were not going to stop there.

His hair style started to change... shorter at the top, and disappearing at the sides of his head, just like Master Lantz's shaved sides. His incipient goatee growing into a full, very dense full beard made of marble hairs... soon he would be another statue resembling Master Lantz. Resembling his new owner... or Would he?

Master Lantz had an idea just then, and stopped the process. He knew that his friend was bigger than him, taller and more muscular than him, and somehow it seemed wrong to make him smaller and weaker to resemble him. So he thought, what if he did the opposite?

Then his friend... or his new statue, started to grow, more and more, reaching the 13 feet tall... but it didn't grow only in height. Master Lantz made his muscles grow too... more than it would be normal in a body that tall, much more, up to grotesque proportions. Instants later the process was done and his gym rat friend had finished transforming into a giant, hyper muscular statue version of Master Lantz, sporting an arm-length erect cock.

Master Lantz looked at his statues now, perfect in their black marble pedestal. Two 'small' statues flexing next to a giant version of himself. He should stop turning others into copies of him, he knew so, but... seeing how nice they looked after the transformation, how could he put an end to it.

Who knows? maybe sometime you'll find 3 muscular statues in a pedestal in a garden, almost identical. You can try and pose next to them, you can be sure they'll receive you with open arms...

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Re-made into his Master’s image (part 2)

Read part 1 HERE. Read part 3 HERE. Master Lantz loved his latest statue, one that resembled him, a statue of himself, or rather, a guy he had transformed into a statue of himself. At first he thought he would get bored of looking a statue like that, but soon he was very used to it... so used to it that he wanted more, and he knew that was not hard to get at all. An old friend of Master Lantz was visiting the town, and he knew the guy had always had a thing for Master Lantz, eyeing his body whenever he thought noone was noticing. So when Master Lantz told him he owned a statue that looked just like him, his friend just NEEDED to see it. Soon they were at Master Lantz’s garden, and his friend just couldn’t believe it. The statue was a perfect image of Master Lantz, but it looked even better... more perfect to his eyes. Master Lantz decided to stay quiet and let the guy lust over his statue, and his friend didn’t dissapoint him. Soon he was touching the statue’s face... pecs... arms. It was time. “You like it, right?” Master Lantz asked. “W-what? ... Yes, it’s very well made” “You know?” Master Lantz asked again, pretending to ponder about the situation. “I think you resemble me a bit too, why don’t you pose like the statue at its side, just for fun”. Master’s friend didn’t know what to say, but he was not going to lose the oportunity to try to look good to Master Lantz’s eyes. Soon he took off his clothes, posed in a mirrored pose of the statue’s, and tried to be very still. “Yes, you really look like me... more than I thought.” Master Lantz said in a very imperative tone. His friend knew he didn’t look that much like Master Lantz. He tried, of course. He was using a similar hair style, and was working hard at the gym to get some muscles, but was not yet there. “Only some differences here and there... but, you know? I can fix that, now stay still, don’t move a muscle.” Master Lantz said, again in a that peculiar tone, and his friend noticed he couldn’t move anymore... anything but breathing was actually impossible for him. He couldn’t even blink or move his eyes. “Yeah... you need more muscles... a more defined jawline... bigger hands...” As Master Lantz kept numbering the small differences, he used his hands to modify, enlarge or even erase what he wanted, while his friend was perfectly still, but noticing his own body changing. Changing to become just like Master Lantz’s. Or, to be precise, just like the statue next to him. “There, perfect match.” Master Lantz said, looking at his statue and his friend posing next to it. “Only something left”. Master Lantz then moved in front of his friend’s head, so his fixed eyes could see him. He put his hands in each side of his friend’s face, and looked directly on his eyes. “From now on, you are mine... but don’t worry, you have never felt as good as you will now.” With those words, his friend started to panick, but soon he felt something was abandoning his body. A green shining substance escaped from his eyes , and was inhaled by Master Lantz. What was that? What did Master Lantz meant with...? Who cared? He was Master Lantz’s possession, nothing else. He didn’t need to worry about anything or anyone, because he was oned and taken care of, as the owned object he was. With that realization, Master Lantz’s friend lost the last of his willpower, which was replaced by an intense wave of pleasure that seemed to never end and grow more and more. He had not even noticed that his own body had changed. No more human flesh and organs, but a solid form of marble, matching his... its twin statue.

[lantzskytower]

Re-made into his Master’s image

Read part 2 HERE. Read part 3 HERE. How much time had passed since he was turned into a statue? He had submitted himself, willingly, to be a permanent statue in Master Lantz Skytower's art collection. Had it been days? months? years? he couldn't be sure, days and nights were the same to him. He couldn't feel cold or heat the way he used to, so he couldn't judge seasons.

He had no regrets, anyway. Being a permanent statue meant being in constant bliss, experiencing a permanent climax that, if anything, went more powerful each passing day, even if slighty... and getting pleasure rushes each time someone touched his surface, no matter where.

But then something changed. His Master, his Owner, came to the garden and stood in front to him. Master Lantz put a hand on the statue's chest. The statue thought he was going to feel the usual pleasure rush, but this time it was different. It came with a nice, warm feeling, and suddenly the statue could see himself from outside, like a ghost seeing its own body, floating in a nearby distance, unable to go further or closer to his body, and still able to feel all his body's sensations, including his Master's touch.

Curious, and unable to do anything else, the statue decided to look closer. He could see Master Lantz's energy flowing from his hand to the statue's chest, and the statue's body started to change. It got taller, with more defined muscles. The hair got dense but cut short, shaved sides. Marble hairs grew on his face, becoming a virile, short, full beard in seconds. The statue's cock started to change too, mostly in details than in length.

Soon the statue realized what was happening. He couldn't believe it! He was being transformed into a spitting image of his Master! It was all there, even to the smallest detail. If anything, he looked like a more handsome version of his Master. That was... AWESOME! But, then, what about him? about his own form? noone would ever recognize him... would he be forgotten? what about...

But then his "ghost" returned to the statue's body, and his Master’s power hit his mind.

It started with a huge bliss rush. More powerful than any other pleasure he had ever felt, either as a human or as a statue. It was too much, his mind was overhelmed, and it collapsed. Memories started to dissapear, replaced by pleasure. His thoughts became slippery until they went away, replaced by pleasure. His personality, likes and dislikes were gone, replaced by pleasure. Until there was nothing left, but pleasure. Only one single thought or idea remained: he existed only as a piece of art resembling his Master... and to feel pleasure.

He didn't care anymore about time, seasons or his life. But he wouldn't, even if he could.

[lantzskytower]

Garden of jade statues (part 1)

He was sitting in the garden, just relaxing in that wonderful, calm place. A smile appeared in his face, then he started to laugth... soft at the beginning, but soon it was like he's remembering a good joke. “You know guys... statues... I just can't believe I could do it. Look at yourselves... 4 men at the best of their youth... tricked to become just human-shaped decoration in a beautiful garden...” He then walked towars the bearded statue in the meditation pose, and put his hand on its bearded cheek.

“You were the first... it was so easy that you gave me courage to try it again and again... I just kept complaining about how empty the pedestals were... because the artist had not finished his statues at the date he promised... you said you wanted to make me smile, and decided to pose for me as if you were a statue at that pedestal... but soon your face froze in the relaxing gesture you were trying so hard to put up for me... I could see the panic in your eyes when you realized you couldn't move your limbs... but soon panic was replaced by pleasure as the jade from the pedestal had started to turn your body in the same material. When you were done, you were a great jade statue in a great pose... but dressed... I was not surprised at all when, after cutting your clothes to pieces, I noticed you had a huge hard-on... I knew you had enjoyed the transformation, but I didn't know that you did that much.“ Then he walked towards another statue, this one sporting a goatee.

He then smiled tenderly. "You were a hard choice... you were like a brother for me, always looking up to me, following my steps, never questioning me. It was so easy. You always had a thing for statues, even if you never said anything about it, I could see how did you look at all statues, male and female... I knew that you had to be one someday... I even decided to give it a try and ask you if you were willing to be a statue in this garden if it was possible. I didn't even have to ask, you sat yourself and replied ‘yes, but just for a while, I bet it's boring’. Well... now you are a statue... for a while... you should have been more precise about how long ’a while’ is... He poked twice at the jade, hard cock. "But I could see you were REALLY hard just by the idea of turning into a statue... there was a huge bulge in your pants before the transformation started and your mind was filled by an eternal orgasm... so I know I did the right choice, and that you would thank me if your bliss-blinded mind could form the though anymore.” Once again, he walked to a different pedestal in the garden, this one occupied by a statue with curly hair. A friend, who everyone nicknamed 'Pup' because of his cheerful and pleasing personality.

“Yours might be the most curious case of the 4 of you, pup. You triggered the transformation by yourself... but that's how your personality is... was... right? Always wanting to please others... to make us happy, choosing our happyness over yours... when I suggested it would be great to have another statue there, you hurried to pose for me... and when I suggested that I would LOVE you to be a statue, you replied that you would if you can... just to make me happy. I asked again and your answer was the same... I keep asking and you keep replying the same... like you were in a loop... in a trance.. but with each answer the jade from the pedestal was spreading more and more on your body... powered only by your force of will... I wonder if you keep replying to my eternal question in your mind, in an eternal loop of pleasing and pleassure. Lastly, he walked towards the last youngest-looking statue in the garden.

“the youngest and most recent of my statues... but not the last, I am sure. Some time ago I would be ashamed of trick you like I did, because, of all the statues here, you are the only one that didn't seem into statues at all... but after all the previous transformations.. who am I kidding, I am not ashamed at all, hahahaha. But I knew you'd enjoy being a statue... it's part of the magic... to make you love your new self, feeling a perpetual orgasm, eternal, living forever in jade... even if destroyed, your mind would survive in your pieces... who wouldn't want that? so I took the decision off of your hands. I tricked you, knocked you out... and you awoke tied , gagged and sitting in the pedestal... the transformation started, and soon your fear turned to bliss. I stopped the magic just at that point, so I could move your limbs and pose you accordingly... then the transformation continued... and just a moment before your face froze, I swear I could see a ‘thank you’ gaze in your eyes... “Soon, this garden will be full of  statues like you... all traped in a perpetual bliss of the hugest orgasms they ever had... you'll survive us all... hell, you'll survive humanity... you'll have to wait for the world's end to stop feeling this good... shit, now I am jealous... maybe when I get old, I'll join you... and enjoy an eternity of pleassure with you all.”