Jennifer waited a painfully long time for Kyle to form his wish. Finally he spoke. "You will transform into a living, pissing stone fountain statue! I'll let you move and walk, but you can never speak, wear clothing, or hold in your bladder. It will always be full, you can never stop!" After a few seconds, he added some more disclaimers. "Oh, and everyone will believe you've always been this way. And it starts right now!" There was a click from the other line. Jennifer didn't even get a chance to curse at him.
"What a crazy bastard! I hope I never see him khhh--" Jennifer got choked up. She felt like there was a stone lodged in her throat and she was short of breath. Even her tongue felt heavy... the transformation couldn't be real, could it? Unfortunately, the answer is yes. Grey stone crept over her lips and spread over her whole face, freezing it into a distressed expression. Her hair followed suit in a second, and soon it was traveling down the rest of her body. At this point, the other part of the curse kicks in and she loses control of her bladder, wetting her panties and the clean carpet!
Now in a horrible panic, Jennifer pulls her soaked panties down and tries to race to the bathroom as fast as she can. The hard stone spreads fast over her chest, tearing her bra and revealing some developed stone breasts. She was incredibly topheavy, causing her to lose balance and drop to her knees, still pissing harder than a racehorse. Her arms and crotch were enveloped in stone, making her even heavier. Even though Kyle allowed her to move, pushing a statue body around is still exhausting work. Feeling utterly defeated, Jennifer sat in her own waste and watched her legs turn to stone down to the tips of her toes, tearing apart her one sock of course. If she could cry, she would, but her face was frozen solid. There was no way to pass back the curse with lips made of stone!
Eventually, Jennifer found the strength to get up on her own two feet and regain her balance. Having stone feet helped a little bit, since they were sturdy enough to hold her up. But all she could do is walk slowly downstairs, pissing on every step, and hoping she doesn't trip and crack into pieces. Better to be a mobile statue than a dead one. When she got to the bottom step, she realized she had to do something with the rest of her day. And not stay at home, she's already caused enough damage to the carpets!