βAnd wide awake,β I said, and Markβs eyes jolted open.
βWhatβ¦ did it work?β he said, groggy. His arms were crossed over his chest, his legs splayed wide as he lay on the couch.
βWeβll find out,β I said. βCan you move?β
He looked concerned, and his body twitched a bit. But his arms remained crossed, his legs open wide.
βNo, Iβ¦ I canβt move, dude!β he said. βYou froze me?β
βIβve done a bunch of things to you,β I said. βStarting with making your body completely rigid.β
βFuck, man,β he said, his muscles tense and immobile. βI feel rock hard.β
βYou are,β I said. βAll except your dick. So letβs fix that.β
βYour cockβs getting hard,β I told him. βThe tighter your body is, the harder your cock gets. It turns you on to be a statue.β
βWait, stop it,β 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.
βHarder and harder, a rock hard rigid statue of a cock,β I said, watching him grow more aroused. His face slackened, his mind getting foggy.
βWhatβs β¦ happening,β he slurred.
βAnd the hornier you get, the stupider you get,β I said. βAll your brains drain away as your cock fills up.β
βAww manβ¦ whaddya doin to me,β 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. βOhhh shit, thatβs good,β he said.
βYou my dumb little statue?β I said, pumping his dick.
βYeah man,β he said. βIβm stupid and stone.β
And as he said it, I could see his flesh turning grey, transforming from living tissue to marble slab.
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