As A Work of Art

“Please, I just want to go home!” You say dejectedly dropping the jar before stumbling to your feet with your last remaining strength.

“What an excellent idea!” She says catching you off guard. “In fact let’s show everyone my master craftsmanship!”

With a flick of her wrist, a silver ball of energy shoots from her finger hitting you square in the chest, sending you stumbling back. You look down seeing the blast appears like a dry gray mark just below your chest bone. You watch in horror as it begins to bleed down and out from the mark, a cold chill following its spreading path across your body as you struggle to breath from your diaphragm. You realize that you’re turning to stone!

A chill runs over the base of your cock and down your unrelieved sack as you feel your balls become hard as two solid stones. You feel your tiny lance become ice, the head becoming somehow even more sensitive pushing you to the edge but unable to pulse.

You watch as the witch smirks, her own rock hard cock in her hands as she tauntingly strokes herself. You feel the cold chill rush over the rest of your body, leaving you immobile but entirely aware.

“You see, the beautiful thing about this spell is that you only appear to be stone. Your skin,” she says as she puts a finger under your nub, “is still just as sensitive.”

She curls her finger to brush your tiny shaft and frenulum and a pulse shoots through your loins.