Clay Sculpting - TG
Tags: Inanimate, Monster, Statue TF, Object TF, ASFR, Caption, Forced, Demon, Gender bend, Feminization, Petrification, MTF
DescriptionIf you want to make a suggestion or have an unique idea join the Discord ServerClay Sculpting - TGA text notification buzz interrupted my afternoon workout. Sweat dripped down my chest while I checked the message from Mei: "EMERGENCY!!! Studio 413 NOW! Life or death!" My heart skipped. D…
A text notification buzz interrupted my afternoon workout. Sweat dripped down my chest while I checked the message from Mei: "EMERGENCY!!! Studio 413 NOW! Life or death!" My heart skipped. Dating a witch for eight months teaches you that 'emergency' hits differently. Last time, it was accidentally summoning a lust demon in her dorm. Time before that, turning her whole floor invisible. Magic and Mei meant to expect the unexpected. I grabbed my gym bag, not bothering to shower. The arts building loomed ahead, late summer sun glinting off its windows. Taking stairs two at a time, muscles still burning from deadlifts, I reached the fourth floor wheezing slightly. Studio 413 looked empty at first glance. Easels cast long shadows in the afternoon light. Then I spotted her in the back corner, pacing frantically. My cock stirred automatically - even panicked, she was fucking gorgeous. Her small tits bounced beneath the paint-stained apron, black hair falling loose from her messy bun. Dark eyes wild with that particular mix of fear and excitement that always meant magical trouble. "Thank every god you're here." She grabbed my arm with trembling fingers. Up close, I could smell her familiar scent - sandalwood incense and something uniquely Mei. "Remember when I told you about being a witch? Well, I seriously fucked up this time." "What happened?" I pulled her close, feeling her nipples hard through the thin tank top under her apron."Clay assessment is in two hours. Completely ruined my practice batch trying a new enchantment. Supplier's delayed until next week." Her small hands slid up my sweaty chest. "I need you." My cock twitched harder. Every 'magical accident' with Mei somehow turned sexual. Like the tail incident - three days of discovering new erogenous zones. Or the time she gave me temporary telepathy during sex. Mind-blowing doesn't begin to cover it. "Need me how exactly?" My voice came out rough. She pressed closer, breasts crushed against my chest. "I can transmute you into clay. Temporarily! Shape you back before it sets permanently." Her fingers traced my abs. "Please? I'll fail without materials." Fuck. Being completely at her mercy, those skilled hands reshaping me however she wanted... Images from our wildest nights flashed through my mind. The way she could make me cum untouched with just a whispered spell. "How temporary?" I managed. "Five hours max. More than enough time." She stretched up to kiss my neck. "I promise I'll make it worth your while after." "Any risks?" "Minimal. Worst case, might take an extra day to fully change back. But my reversal spells are solid." Her hand slid lower, grazing my cock through my shorts. "Please?" I groaned. "You know I trust you." "Strip," she commanded, eyes gleaming. "Everything off. Now." Soon I stood naked at her workstation, half-hard despite my nerves. Studio air raised goosebumps across my skin. Mei circled me slowly, appreciating the view. Her hands skimmed my chest, abs, ass. "Perfect." She pressed cool lips to my cheek, whispering words that made my ears buzz oddly. The ancient language that set my skin tingling. The transformation began subtly. First my toes felt heavy, skin darkening to rich terracotta brown. Strange numbness crept upward through my feet, ankles, calves. Each body part became immobile before changing color and texture. "Mmmph!" I tried to speak when it reached my knees, but my jaw started to solidify. My brain was screaming to move, while my body refused to respond. Inch by terrifying inch, flesh converted to smooth, moist earth. My cock hardened fully just before the change reached it. Somehow, my consciousness remained intact, hyper-aware of each new sensation. I could feel the air on my clay skin, feel my erection frozen in aroused clay. The transformation kept creeping upward. My thighs turned to solid clay, then my hips. My brain registered every change with crystal clarity. Strangest fucking feeling - like being trapped in a body that's slowly turning to mud. Mei watched intently, biting her lower lip. "You look incredible." Her fingers traced my clay thighs, sending ghost sensations through me. Though my cock was now solid terra cotta, I still felt waves of arousal. The change reached my abs, chest, and shoulders. Finally, my face froze mid-expression. Only my mind remained active, processing everything with terrifying intensity. I stood there, a perfectly detailed clay statue of myself, complete with a rock-hard erection. First, students filtered in for afternoon class. They gathered around, admiring what they thought was Mei's sculpture. "Holy shit, the muscle definition!" "Look at the face - so lifelike!" "Even got the dick right, you perv." Giggles Their appreciative touches sent phantom tingles through my immobile form. Fingers traced my abs, biceps, even brushed my clay cock. Inside, I was going insane with arousal,unable to move or respond. Then, the instructor swept in wearing flowing skirts. "Change of plans today c
