"Chaz, you'd better get up on that pedestal, I'll help you out of your clothes," Brent says taking your arm and leading you toward the fountain.
You are confused and flushed. Your brief anger has been replaced by confusion as Brett guides you by your elbow toward the fountain. You feel a hand lift your knee. You step up on the wall of the fountain. Brett's your buddy, you trust him. Your limbs feel so heavy. Brett guides you on to the stepping stones in the fountain toward the pedestal in the center of the fountain. You are soon standing at the base of the pedestal in the center of the fountain.
"Okay, big guy, up on the pedestal. You can do it," Brett says as he gets down on his knees to help lift you on to the pedestal. You're having trouble bending your knees.
"What's happening to me?" you ask as Brett joins you on the pedestal.
Brett unbuttons your single buttoned button. Then he removes your belt, and begins unbuttoning your jeans.
"Hey, what are you doing with my pants?" you ask in concern.
"You're right, Chaz, I should remove your shoes and socks first," Brett says stooping to quickly pull off one shoe, and then the other. You rest your hand on his back to balance. For some reason you cannot resist Brett's actions.
"Now let's get you properly positioned," Brett says stepping back to the edge of the pedestal with your black boxer briefs in his hand, and your jeans and shirt draped over his arm.
You feel so weak. Your body doesn't want to move, you feel so heavy. You glance down at your hands and notice that your tan is darkening as if you were coated with bronzer like those bodybuilders put on.
Brett jams your foot on to an open pipe sticking out of the pedestal. There's no blood, but the four inch pipe is buried in your foot up to your ankle. You feel your muscles and bones moving as if they were liquid. Then you feel the pipe seeming to grow rapidly inside you. The pipe snakes up the inside of your leg bending inside your knee. Brett is turning your body to face the park entrance. Your legs are positioned the way he wants and you cannot move them now. He's adjusting your arms, and you find that they remain at rest as positioned. You concentrate trying to move them, but he told you not to move them, and you feel as though you must obey even though you don't want to obey. You feel the pipe inside your torso. It bends, as Brett grabs your cock. He aims your flaccid cock which seems strangely harder than when its erect, and the pipe burrows through your flesh and down your penis. The pipe now seems to have narrowed. You realize that Brett has aimed you cock so that it's pointed at the water pooling inside the fountain.
"Oh, you're almost solid, I'd better work on your face," Brett says, "Smile, Chaz." Brett's hands slam your open jaw shut. Brett's thumbs work the corners of your mouth. "That's it, Chaz."
Brett hops down from the pedestal and back across the stepping stones. He walks around the edge of the fountain examining you. He disappears from your field of vision, as you cannot turn your head, and reappears on the opposite side. He's walked around the fountain inspecting you.
"Looking good, Chaz, really good. Sorry, it came to this, buddy, but we all have to make choices," Brett said walking across the stepping stones to you again. He climbs up on the pedestal. He adjusts your cock's angle by a quarter of an inch, and says, "There that's perfect."
Brett reaches up to your necklace, and holding the crystal by the silver chain, he dangles the glowing crystal in front of your face, and grins broadly.
"See this stud?" Brett says, "I know how you like shiny things. Heh, heh, now you're becoming one. This little gem is rewriting reality, pal. It's improving my life on so many levels, but it required a sacrifice. However, only you and I will know the way things were. No one will remember you existing. Instead of being the second most valuable player and runner up valedictorian, I'll be the MVP and valedictorian. I'll get the full scholarship that you were going to get. Oh, and I'm getting your girlfriend out of this too. It's interesting how ready you were to abandon Kelly for your secret admirer, then again, maybe you thought this gem was from her."
He drops the gem back against your chest. You're startled to hear a clink, as the stone hits your chest. Brett knocks on your right pec and there's a metallic echo. "You're not out of the picture completely, Chaz, you're the new fountain statue. Just the way you always said you'd like to be - well, almost, you're not on an exotic beach- you're naked eternally youthful, muscular, bronzed all over, and able to be out in the sun all day doing nothing. Of course, you'll be naked all night too, and unable to move." He shrugs, and turns away. then adds, "Of course, it'll be hell if you start to itch."
He laughs. He was always good at getting to you. You notice a tickle, and it becomes more incessant. It's now an itch, and there's nothing you can do about it. Brett stoops by the bushes and does something. You hear the sound running water, and feel cool liquid coursing upward through the pipe in your leg and suddenly water explodes from the end of your penis. The stream of clear water flows into the pool beneath you. You're part of the fountain now.
Brett stands with his hands on his hips looking up proudly at his handiwork.