Hot men.
Inexorably turning to stone.
All the time…
I am also active on @stregyr53382 at Twitter/X
I am also inactive, with posts on - but currently not posting - at:
@jstregyr at Twitter/X
@jstregyr.bsky.social
“Let’s try this…” as his roomie chanted:
“Massive bod of flesh and bone,
Grow harder still, like living stone!”
The results were glorious! “I’ll hold off the counter spell for a bit” mused the would-be mage, caressing the marble.
“Let’s try this…” as his roomie chanted:
“Massive bod of flesh and bone,
Grow harder still, like living stone!”
The results were glorious! “I’ll hold off the counter spell for a bit” mused the would-be mage, caressing the marble.
“No, but you are…,” giggled the kid. The hunk gasped in alarm, watching his muscular flesh whiten, stiffening into a helpless marble statue.
“I’m the curator,” hissed the tot, “and you’re my prisoner! We’re gonna have SUCH fun!”
“No, but you are…,” giggled the kid. The hunk gasped in alarm, watching his muscular flesh whiten, stiffening into a helpless marble statue.
“I’m the curator,” hissed the tot, “and you’re my prisoner! We’re gonna have SUCH fun!”
“You become one with the stone!”
The hunk felt a chill as his flesh stiffened into white rock, trapping him as an inanimate statue. The two workers lasciviously examined the rigid muscle before taking the sculpture into the exhibit.
“You become one with the stone!”
The hunk felt a chill as his flesh stiffened into white rock, trapping him as an inanimate statue. The two workers lasciviously examined the rigid muscle before taking the sculpture into the exhibit.
“Pity our spells are just for demons,” said one.
“Wait! Aren’t demons just fallen angels?” said the other.
“Yeah! Let’s try.”
They chanted the spell. Sure enough, the hunky seraph froze in place, trapped forever as solid marble.
“Pity our spells are just for demons,” said one.
“Wait! Aren’t demons just fallen angels?” said the other.
“Yeah! Let’s try.”
They chanted the spell. Sure enough, the hunky seraph froze in place, trapped forever as solid marble.
The happy hunk posed under the hot lights. The Medusa circuit activated and he stiffened in place, frozen into gleaming muscular marble: a prisoner in his own rock-hard physique.
Two assistants examined the helpless statue and took it away to have its silver thong removed.
The happy hunk posed under the hot lights. The Medusa circuit activated and he stiffened in place, frozen into gleaming muscular marble: a prisoner in his own rock-hard physique.
Two assistants examined the helpless statue and took it away to have its silver thong removed.
“Sure!” hissed the twins, “Here’s OUR costumes!”
The hunk faltered in fear, then alarm, his flesh solidifying into glistening marble, trapped as a statue.
“Let’s cut off its shorts and have fun with it inside!” said the gorgons, lifting it away.
“Sure!” hissed the twins, “Here’s OUR costumes!”
The hunk faltered in fear, then alarm, his flesh solidifying into glistening marble, trapped as a statue.
“Let’s cut off its shorts and have fun with it inside!” said the gorgons, lifting it away.
“Yes, my friend,” whispered his partner, “you’re my gift to the Earth Lord, to remain here forever for our enjoyment!” The statue’s eyes faded to blank dreaming stone.
“Yes, my friend,” whispered his partner, “you’re my gift to the Earth Lord, to remain here forever for our enjoyment!” The statue’s eyes faded to blank dreaming stone.