You ogle the statues for some time before realizing it was getting late and you should probably head back.
You try to jump to another pedestal along the path you took to get to this spot, only to fall face first into the water. You struggle to pull your head above the surface and find much to your shock that both your legs are stuck to the pedestal. As much as you lift with all your might your feet are effectively superglued to the spot. You untied your shoes, but this solved nothing your actual feet were stuck to the floor.
You begin to panic, wondering if this was it for you, to starve to death attached to a fountain, or worse. One of the female statues was clutching her leg, desperate to try and lift it, her anger frozen forever.
Was that your fate? To join these beautiful statues for all eternity?
As if in answer your toes suddenly went numb, then your whole foot, you lifted your pants leg and watched white marble creep up your legs like a tide coming in slowly. It felt cold and Uncaring. You called for help, but nobody came.
It traveled up your legs eventually reaching your waist, once it got there your ass gained a tone of mass, making it nice and plump, you run your hands down your hardening waist, moaning as your fingers trailed down your large dairy air. At least your body would be hot like the others. More of your warm flesh was replaced with cold marble. The marble made its way to your stomach, getting rid of all unattractive body fat, giving you a toned paper white midriff. Finally it came to your chest, the stone boobs expanded out right before your eyes, leaving you with modest A cup breasts, you would have preferred D’s. But it was fine.
You struggled and failed to stop the marble from changing your skin. But nothing worked, only thing to do now was pick a sexy pose to do while your arms were still flesh and blood...