As Alex watched letters carved themselves into the stone block that was Miranda: ALEX TOTALLY F*CKED.
"What th--?" Alex gagged as his tongue reshaped into a long cock, a pair of hefty testicles dangled out of his mouth from the end of his former tongue. Worse yet he felt something growing in his anus, and now everything seemed to be growing bigger. He was shrinking.
"Don't talk with your mouth full, Alex. I've been trying to think of a way to get even with you for turning me down, and when Miranda told me about the Chronivac, I knew exactly what to do. You and Miranda are going to be my entry in the campus art show. No one will recognize Miranda as a concrete block, but I've programmed the device to make you into a three subject statue. And the guy taking it up both ends will be cleary recognizable as you, but in case anyone isn't sure, the title makes it pretty clear. Oh, and the guy growing out of your mouth," Sarah said nodding toward the muscular torso dangling from Alex's mouth, "is a likeness of Brent Rossiter, the starting quarterback, and the guy growing out of your backside is the tackle Lionel Pinder."
"Mmphy? Plfffsdon!"
"Pinder, Queer, Rossiter....PQR. Clever, don't you think. Oh, and if you think this is bad, after you harden into stone, you will be totally aware, and in perpetual orgasm for the next two weeks."
The color drained from Alex's flesh, as he began white marble with fine gray lines.