Peter noticed a wicked smile glance across Joce's face.
'I have an idea' Joce said, 'but don't worry, if you're not cool with it we'll stop.'
Immediately both Pete and Joce were out in extensive and neatly kept garden behind the house. Beside them, on the ground was a neat circle a dazzling white marble...an empty plinth.
'All I want you to do is step up on the plinth' said Joce.
Pete had an idea what would happen but trusted Joce and his substantial body lumbered over to the white marble disk.
The sun had been beating down on the marble and it felt warm next to the bear skin of his feet.
'Flex those quads and calves for me will ya' Joce said with a smile.
Pete obliged, flexing hard. However, when he felt he had no more energy to maintain the flex he found he could hold it. He looked down and sure enough everything below his muscular waist was no pure white marble.
Joce went over and stroked one of his massive thighs. To his astonishment he could feel her touch.
'Its OK Pete. You won't be a normal statue...you'll still be able to think, see, hear...and most importantly feel' Just then Joce crouched down and gently encircled his now rock-hard penis with her soft lips. Slowly her lips proceeded up and down the white shaft, her tongue playfully licked the end of the white phallus. She continued to do this, but Pete had lost track of time. He had entered a realm of sexual ecstasy he never knew existed. Being a fully feeling statue from the waist he had reached an orgasmic climax many minutes ago, but could had no way of release.
Just then Joce stopped, and Pete looked down on her with a love he had never felt before.
'I wanted to give you a taster what this could be like, before we go all the way' said Joce, 'I'll turn you back before my parents return on Tuesday, but before then I treat you again and again if you wish.'
'You sure it will only be for a few days.' Pete was nominatively concerned, but he longed for the ecstasy he had felt only a few moments ago.
'You have my word, and besides how would I explain a large statue in their garden, that wasn't there before.'
Pete frowned then grinned back at Joce, 'sure I'll do it.'
Joce beamed back at Pete. 'Great all I want you to do is strike a suitably statuesque pose.'
'Like this', Pete had go into a most-muscular; every muscle in his upper body was now in stark relief from his bullish neck to his cobblestone abs.
'Perfect' she said, 'don't forget to smile'.
The other half of the transformation took longer than the first. Pete could actually feel the wave of immobility crawling up his huge body now. First his trunk ceased all movement and he could feel the unbreakable stiffness creeping into his arms and neck before they too forfeited their ability to move. Just then Pete remembered to smile before his face froze. He wasn't sure it was over, and tried to look around him, but nothing. He couldn't move a single atom of his being now, even if he wanted.
Before Joce stood a magnificent marble statue. 'We're going to have so much fun.'