Transmutation Mistake - Clay TF
Tags: Inanimate, Permanent, Statue TF, Object TF, ASFR, Caption, Objectification, Forced, Squishy, Gender bend, Petrification, MTF, Goo TF, Slime TF
DescriptionIf you want to make a suggestion or have an unique idea join the Discord Server. Some of the other things you can find there are NSFW captions without the censor and giveaways for commissions!'Transmutation Mistake - Clay TFGina stared at her reflection in the studio mirror, twirling her…
Gina stared at her reflection in the studio mirror, twirling her hair with her finger. The pottery classroom was empty now. Everyone had gone home after the evening class. Twenty-five years old and still struggling with basic clay techniques while secretly being a novice witch. The irony wasn't lost on her. "Fuckin' hell," she muttered, wiping clay residue from her fingers. Her transmutation test loomed just days away, and she'd barely cracked open her grimoire. The ancient leather-bound book sat hidden at the bottom of her purse, practically radiating disappointment. The clock read 9:38 PM. The janitor wouldn't arrive until after 11. Perfect. Gina locked the studio door and pulled the blinds. Her heart beat furiously against her chest as she removed her clay stained apron and placed it neatly on a hook. The logical part of her brain screamed warnings... self-transmutation was dangerous and unpredictable. But she had no more time to learn it now, or she would fail the magic exam. Desperate times call for desperate measures! She carefully withdrew the leather grimoire from her purse. Its pages crackled as she thumbed through them. "Temporary self-transmutation," she whispered, running her finger down the yellowed page. "Perfect." Her coven's three elder witches would turn her into a toad if regular humans caught a glimpse of their magic. Their warnings echoed in her memory: "Exposure means punishment. Secrecy is survival." Gina considered her options carefully. Gold? Too dense, she might collapse under her own weight. Water? She'd simply spill across the floor. Plastic? Too synthetic for a beginner spell. Clay. The answer was obvious. She worked with it daily. Understood its properties. Perfect practice for her exam. Standing in the center of the room, Gina closed her eyes and began the incantation. Ancient words tumbled from her lips, syllables older than civilization itself forming patterns in the air. The floor beneath her feet illuminated with runes and arcane letters within circles, runes pulsing with ethereal light. Heat bloomed in her core, spreading outward through her limbs. "Mmmmmm," Gina moaned softly as magic suffused every cell of her body. Her pale skin darkened gradually, first taking on a golden tan, then deepening to a rich brownish hue. "Ohhhhhhh goooooods," she gasped, feeling her insides shifting. Organs melting together, becoming homogeneous. Blood transforming to clay, bones softening, muscles becoming malleable. The sensation was beyond pleasure. It was a full-body orgasm that just kept building. Her curves remained generous breasts, wide hips, thick thighs, but now they felt heavier, denser. Her fingers flexed experimentally, watching how they moved with subtle differences. It's still functional, but it clearly changed. "Haaaaahhhhh," Gina panted, running hands down her transformed body. Success! She was fully clay but still conscious, still mobile. This would definitely earn top marks on her exam. Time to change back. She reached for the grimoire just as voices echoed in the hallway. Footsteps approaching. "Shit shit SHIT!" Panic exploded through her. Discovery meant punishment. Without thinking, Gina frantically whispered a stasis spell, freezing herself completely. The door handle turned. Melissa, her pottery instructor, stepped in, scanning the room. "Left my vase somewhere..." she muttered, flipping on the lights. Gina stood motionless, panic raging inside her immobile clay form. Completely naked, her clay body frozen in a casual standing pose, arms slightly away from her sides, legs shoulder-width apart. Melissa wandered around the tables before spotting Gina. She gasped, approaching slowly. "Holy fuck," Melissa whispered, circling Gina's frozen form. "This is incredible... looks exactly like the newbie Gina!" She pulled out her phone, taking several photos. "The detail is amazing. Even got her big tits right." She reached out, touching Gina's clay shoulder. Inside her frozen form, Gina screamed silently. The touch felt strange... pleasurable even... sensations registering differently through her clay body. "Such a waste of materials though," Melissa continued, examining the statue. "Must be around one hundred kilos of clay at least. Better move it before it hardens completely." Melissa left briefly, returning with a rolling cart and clay tools. "Shame to break this down, but we can't just leave a naked Gina statue standing here." Terror gripped Gina's consciousness as Melissa approached with a wire cutter. "Starting with the arms, I guess," Melissa murmured. The wire sliced through Gina's right shoulder. Instead of pain, an unexpected wave of pleasure rolled through her consciousness. 'Unnnggghhh!' she cried out internally as her arm detached and fell heavily onto the cart. Melissa repeated the process with the left arm. Each cut sent shockwaves of unwanted euphoria through Gina's awareness. Her detached arms felt distant but still connected to her consciousness. Melissa kneade
