"Gulp, ah... a good belt of good booze always helps to settle the nerves. Hmm... you know, you do look a bit like a fair friend of mine, I wonder?
Hmm..., maybe by stepping back a bit, oh holy crap, it does look like Nick!
Ha, is it possible that under or inside that marble is or was somebody I knew; ha, wow, look at that boner, if Nick had something that long, that perfect, he would be a real Greek god.
What the..., hold right there statue, don't move, a look closer at..., bah this can't be, it..., a sniff, woo, pungent, almost like the real stuff. Hey statue, your big cock is leaking some goop, smells and glistens like it were cum! Huh, a horny statue with the biggest boner I ever saw and its so real as to stand there leaking out its dic!"
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"Even half drunk you bare an astute eye for detail, the crude and ugly satyr you are so noting as looking like your comrade Nick, is in reality and fact, Nick encased now in my synthetic liquidized marble. The essence of the persona is enhanced by the marble, as does the mastering of molding the final figure by using compressed air to help transform and blend the final form.
For a short time the beginning human form remains alive, if silent, unable to converse with us, he can still see, think, and in the case of this fellow, he having no doubt seen his new form, found it so arousing a tribute, he is then oozing some spent cum out the specially drilled penal air vent.
In time, nothing so perfectly encased can live, as the host shape dies, the eyes often close, ceasing to allure the curious. If, and many a time the realization of impending death helps to keep the eyes still open after all life is vanquished, then with the use of some liquid marble dripped and blown into position, the form of the eye is made as a final part to an excellently perfect statue.
The satyr is your friend Nick, and I assure you he is still alive, and can hear as see us now talking about what will become of him in the certain future."
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"What, so Nick you always wanted a big dic and now as for eternity you got your wish! Ha, ha, ha, ha aw..., who else is here, I heard something, yes, there, it sounds like a nervous person clearing his throat, what are you up to, you are sneaky, creepy, and as well diabolical.
I want my money, you owe me for your latest base forms, all delivered in a group, what more can you ask that I should do?"
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"Danny my boy, do sip your pocket flask, relax and listen as you learn!
My collection as prescribed is finally finished, your dubious work as a Judas goat, leading here those trusting, foolish and wholly unsuspecting individuals have since helped immensely with the making of this very salable collection.
As to your attaining any worth or value from your work as a goat leading those of his own kind to their final doom, well I assure you, you shall receive the real worth you hold to me now; quick, take him, take him to the molding room, I have a perfect reward for one so much capable as is a Judas Goat!"
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"No..., stop this, I did what you asked, did it to the best of my ability, and tried hard to give you what I thought you had a need, you cannot do this to me, no, let go of me, you, you, monsters, no...!"
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"Friends, you who are my creations here, do give ear if you can still hear.
I am so pleased that you have come, your physical bodies grant to me what was made by the will of heaven as near perfect, I, through my special process have done you justice by making you as immortal of beauty. Oh to be true, all, we all do die, and some of us do it in accordance to the will of other, or even me!
As for you, and maybe especially for Nick with his aroused big dic, as prescribed in my ideal collection, there was the thought of adding some Greek gods, and although not a god by right, a satyr is as much a god to those of the human populaces. It is, you are there Nick the essence of sensual perfection to near most of those who thrill at the thought of being what they were not born as, or could ever expect to be their real coma.
Suggesting to you Nick, as the odd ability of the liquid marble acts as a transfer of sensation and feelings into the nervous system and ultimately to the host brain. The caress of a hand to stroking your long dic will do for you what it would for a real satyr, making maybe more than ooze coming out your penis vent, but spitting forth some of the last remaining semen held snug and boiling there in those highly developed new satyr testicles.
Yes, why not, I wonder, if Danny were given the offering, he just might prefer the perverse delight! Suppose he without his pants were to allow his impalement anally and upon this very sensual prong of yours. It would bare some avid interest to see a human male actually infected by some satyr semen. The infection running its due course would give dear Danny friend the physical appearance of becoming then a living real satyr male.
Imagine his worth to me then, as a producer of male and female types, satyrs all, they valued by every pervert on the planet. The idea is one showing my greatness, truly a brilliant thought, say what, Nick, you agree, you would be proud if it be your last thing capable to do and make happen as if granting the world your new heritage, a true magnanimous gift!
I shall leave now, and upon my return, if they who work for me have not begun Danny with the liquid marble, then given the alternative, I would expect him to return with me and let, allow you to give him a piece of your disdain, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.....!"
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In silence and sensual sensation, Nick listens, he can see, can hear, and able to feel the touch of anything to his marbleized body, he is willing and ready to doom Dan to living in a virtual hell. Delighted in caging Dan if from his internment he would sensually doom those given to lust to their preconceived freedom of acting sensually wild. He knows his doom is sure, but nary can or would he stop what is inevitable. The sight of seeing Dan get his true worth increased, if by such a stone forced insemination the finality from it would make Dan a real satyr, then revenge became justified, and they who could hear, see, and while breathing yet, would share praise for what Nick could do with and to Dan.