The following morning, Joce walked out and stared at her muscular
statue.
“You’re so beautiful… It’s just a pity you’re outside…” she thought.
“I’ll need to put you inside!”
Suddenly, the stone started to fade as it turned to flesh. The statue
of Peter began to move, and Peter was alive again.
“Hi!” Peter said, as he straightened out from his pose, after
spending the night as a statue in the lawn. Peter jumped off the
plinth and landed before Joce, kissing her on her cheek. “I missed
you…”
“Did you have fun, spending the night as a statue?” she asked him.
“Absolutely….” He replied.
“Want to do it again tonight?” she asked.
“Whatever you want, my love…”
“Let’s go inside, then…” Joce suggested.
The two walked inside, and Joce led him to her bedroom. There, she
placed a small stool before a thick, wooden table made of oak wood.
The table looked sturdy and strong. The top of the table was flat,
and there was nothing on it.
“Peter, step on the stool and then I want you to stand on the table,
please…” Joce instructed.
“Sure… But, why?” he said, as he got on the stool and then stepped on
the top of the table. He was completely naked.
“I want to make a bust out of you!” Joce grinned. “Want to try?”
“I guess…” he shrugged. “Whatever you want…. You got the power to do
whatever you like!”
Suddenly, Peter felt his legs shrinking! The rest of his body
remained the same, but his legs were getting shorter and shorter!
His waist was dropping and lowering, as his legs retracted inside of
him. Finally, his feet pulled inside of his groin, and the bottom of
his waist was completely flat! His legs had completely disappeared!
His cock was almost resting on the top of the table. He no longer had
feet or legs.
“Ohmygosh! My legs are gone!” Peter gasped, as he looked down.
“Yes, and you’re a living bust, now…” Joce grinned. “I like it!”
Peter was completely stuck, standing on the table. He only had his
torso and his arms and his head.