Lets see. The sleeves of your shirt grew longer until they reach your sock-gloves. The same applies for your jeans legs and your shoes. Both will then shrink down to be formfitting on the inside while remaining as they are on the outside. Your boxers will change form into a helmet that encases your whole head. The only opening will be two eye-holes behind a visor. When all clothes are in place they will merge at there connecting points and therefore encase your whole body. Your cock-sock will fuse with your jeans and that sock-gag does the same with the helmet while hardening. Finally when all is merged the whole piece will turn to undestroyable stone.
Aidans face couldnīt be seen, but Mark could guess that it was horrified with his predicament. Like Mark said Aidan could feel his shoes fuse with his tight socks and his jeans legs. The sock on his cock bend down a bit, letting him whimper in pain, before it merged with the jeans. From outside you couldnīt see that there was anything between his legs anymore.
His shirt fused with his jeans just under his belt, with the sock-gloves on his hands and the base of the helmet, encasing him completely finally. Then it felt like something sucked the air out of the clothes as they shrunk down to a formfitting size. That pushed out all the air in Aidans lungs and before he could even try to breath it all turned to hard, cold stone around him. That let him start to panic for the lack of oxygen. But Mark had already thought about that.
You will no longer need to breath, eat, drink or let out anything out like piss or shit. Your body will life without any needs and never grew older, therefore never die. You canīt go crazy inside your newly formed prison, but arenīt able to make any noise.
Aidan found a little release from his panic as the black spots in his sight vanished and felt no longer a need to breath, but he was unable to move a single muscle inside.
Mark then started to form the stone clothes to look like a mighty knights armor, posing Aidan a little bit to stand tall and proud. When he was finally done with that, he had a last change to make so that he would know Aidan was in a bit of pain and also embarrassed. Now that you are finished you will be moved to the park and replace the statue there. Nobody will notice that the statue looks a bit different. To the world beside the two of us Aidan Starns never existed. Your things will belong to me now. You canīt close your eyes anymore in there and you will be unable to shed tears, but your eyes will never grew dry. Even when you donīt need to breath you will do so to smell on your former boxers and suck a little on your sock-gag to taste them. They will never lose these smell and taste, even increase over time and you will never get used to them, but others wonīt notice. Then you will be always horny in there but not able to cum. Your cock will try to grew fully erect in there, but canīt because the stone wonīt bulge. That will result in pain that never vanishes and like the other things you will never grow used to it. Finally if someone touches the statue you will feel it as if they touch your naked skin and donīt like that feeling. Have a nice life Aidan, goodbye.
Aidan looked horrified through the visor, feeling his eyelids stop moving. The taste in his mouth increased when he sucked for the first time on his old socks while around his nose was the smell of shit and piss combined. Pain shot up from his groin when his cock tried expanding and was denied the needed space.
Before he had realized it he could feel the cold air around him. He looked straight into a reflective surface, seeing his encased body for the first time. Mark had made him a piece of art he would have liked and Aidan just knew that it was also a point to spit Aidan in the face.