Brad the red anthro kangaroo didn't have legs anymore. Well, he DID, only he couldn't budge them. They were solid stone. Brad felt coldness down there, a coldness that only belongs to lifeless mineral. And this coldness kept creeping, moving into his crotch. His dick quickly grew into a thick rod sticking straight up at attention. He'd never been so turned on in his life, which would be ending very soon. And he knew this to be true. He was going to be a statue. Forever. He couldn't back out now. Even if he wanted to... but being a statue...! "Mmmmmm" he cooed inside, relishing the solid and detached "feeling" washing over him. He'd wanted this! He looked down from his pose, watching as his penis grew just as cold as his legs, the bright red color draining from it into a dull grey. He could feel it petrify - his big kanga cock became literally rock hard. Just a stone pillar now.
He started to get butterflies in his stomach. The reality of it hit him - hard. He couldn't back out! Then the butterflies subsided, not because he came to grips with his fate, but because the coldness overtook his mid-section, and he couldn't twist it. And he tried. It was all grey now. All solid, all stone. It was HAPPENING. He really WAS turning to stone. He'd soon be just a statue of an anthro kangaroo!
The anthro gator watched on the monitor, his toothy grin growing wider as the greyness spread up Brad's chest. He loved seeing the heaving and breathing of the anticipation suddenly freeze - into its final position. This Brad would make a fine addition to his courtyard critters who would never live again. He loved this.
And so did Brad. He was practically all stone now. The grey had just reached the tip of his tail, never to thrash again. His arms in their pose seemed to go more quickly into the coldness, his fingers not moving a bit anymore. He then felt his neck lock into place. He couldn't see it, but he knew it to be a grey lifeless chunk of stone like the rest of his body. This was it. His head would be next!
He wanted to yell out "Fuck Yeah!" but he couldn't. His jaw no longer moved. As his cheeks felt hard and numb and cold, he knew it wouldn't be long now. His vision started to cloud as the grey-cold glazed over his eyes and they were now just blank orbs. He couldn't see! 'wait...' he thought...'what have i done?' He couldn't move at all. His big ears wriggled, though. But not for long. The sounds of the breeze in the trees and chirping birds dropped in volume until he couldn't hear them anymore.
With sudden-ness all too fast, his whole head had turned into solid mineral. He couldn't move. He couldn't see. He couldn't hear. He was a statue. But his consciousness remained. Doomed to be a feral-posed anthro kangaroo statue. Whether he liked it or not.
The gator came into the courtyard to admire his new acquisition first hand. He felt the stiff cock and stroked it. Brad felt nothing. He didn't even know it was happening. He only knew he was a statue now. The gator then placed a small stethoscope-like device onto Brad's heart. Not a beat. How could there be? Brad was a lifeless rock. The gator clicked a button, and said, "You can temporarily hear me, Brad. But you won't be able to reply." He giggled maniacally. "I just wanted to know that you look wonderful. You're a true work of art in my courtyard. You're just an object I possess. You once had a laugh, fears, hopes, a voice, hobbies and had fun, but you don't now. Can't. Won't. Never again. And one of your dreams had been to be a statue. And that's what you are now. An mere object, a work of art in a courtyard. I hope you still want to be. But it doesn't matter. You won't ever be anything else but a statue." With that, the stethoscope-thing plunked off of Brad the grey stone kangaroo statue, leaving him to reel with that fact.