Mason sighed as he closed the car door, hearing the motor of the garage door closer rattle behind him as he took off his shoes and went inside his house. He'd been stuck at work, doing overtime because some dumbass fucked up the spreadsheets, on his birthday, no less. At least his boss had let him go home earlier than the other unfortunate shmucks doing overtime with him. Thank god for that.

Mason stifled a yawn as he got out of his stuffy work clothes, tossing them onto the couch, and leaving him in his undershirt and boxers. Mmm... He could smell cake. Chocolate, to be precise. A smile crept across Mason's face as he walked to the kitchen.

His smile faltered slightly as he found the kitchen empty except for a fresh cake sitting on the counter, with no sign of who made it. Mason's eyes darted around the room, wondering if his wife, Jess, was maybe hiding somewhere to surprise him.

"Jess? Babe?"

Mason frowned as his shouts echoed back at him, walking out of the kitchen and into the living room. He stopped suddenly as he saw his wife, buck naked and posing on a marble pedestal.

"Jess? What the fuck?"

Jess sheepishly glanced up at Mason, nervously smiling as he walked towards her. Her voice shook slightly as she responded, but her body remained unnaturally still.

"H-Hey, honey! Didn't expect you to be home this, um, early."

Mason wasn't sure how to react to the bizarre sight in front of him. A mix of anger, confusion, and arousal churned within him as he drank in the sight of his naked wife, who still hadn't moved an inch since he walked in. He gingerly reached out to grab Jess' shoulder, recoiling slightly as he felt how cold it was. He frowned as he looked back at Jess, taking his hand off her shoulder with a frustrated sigh.

"Alright, Jess. Spill."

"...Promise you won't get mad?"

Mason raised an eyebrow but nodded anyways. He crossed his arms as he waited for his wife to explain herself.

"Ok... you remember my sister, Helen, right?"

"The magic one."

"Y-Yeah. I... um, wanted to surprise you, and I, uh, remember you mentioning that you wanted something to spice up the living room... So, um... I asked Helen to turn me into a statue. Then you came home earlier than I expected, so, uh... yeah."

Mason sighed as he listened to Jess' explanation, rubbing his temples as he watched a golden splotch appear on her stomach. It slowly crept across her skin, spreading outward like a wine stain on a white tablecloth.

"Dammit, Jess. I wanted to spend the rest of my day with you, maybe have some birthday sex. Now I gotta spend my birthday alone."

"S-Sorry. I thought it would be cool... Oooh, fuck, that feels good."

Jess' breaths became shallower as the golden corruption continued to creep across her body, slowly taking over her torso and waist. As it slowly inched towards her pussy, she gulped, biting her lip in anticipation. Mason's annoyance subsided slightly as he stared at his wife's gleaming body and listened to her blissful moans.

"...Well, at least you go with the rest of the room nicely. Thanks for the present, babe."

"Y-You're w-w-welcome -mmmmppphh- H-H-Happy Birthday -aaaaah!- M-Mason."

Jess' eyes rolled up into her head and she whimpered softly as her oozing mound and soft tits succumbed, throwing her head back in a silent scream of ecstasy as her cunt and boobs were consumed and transformed into precious metal. Jess' moans grew quieter, fading away to nothingness as the golden wave accelerated across the remaining parts of Jess' body, freezing her legs and arms, and finally, her head.

The living room fell into an awkward silence as Mason stared at the statue of his wife, feeling his dick harden in his boxers as he took in the sight of Jess' golden body.

Jess glimmered seductively, frozen on her pedestal with her arms crossed below her tits and her legs framing her glistening pussy. Her erect nipples pressed out of her tits, even stiffer now that they were made of gold.

Mason's gaze drifted upwards to his wife's face, an amused smile crossing his face as he saw how she had frozen mid-moan. He caressed her face, feeling her cold metal skin against the warmth of his palm.

Mason stepped closer to his wife, planting a kiss on her frozen lips and caressing her golden curves as his cock throbbed incessantly in his boxers, leaking precum as memories of Jess' petrification flashed through his head.

He groaned and freed his cock from his boxers, wrapping his hands around his throbbing shaft. Mason grabbed his golden wife for support, pumping his engorged shaft furiously as he masturbated to his golden wife. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he neared the point of no return, gritting his teeth as a sudden burst of pleasure overwhelmed him.

Mason loudly grunted as he tipped over the edge, feeling his cock twitch in his hands as it shot sticky ropes of cum onto Jess' belly. Mason's cum slowly trickled down her stomach and onto her thighs as he panted and gasped, pressing a hand against her chest for support as the pleasure of orgasm flowed through his body. With a heavy gasp, he pushed himself off Jess, walking awkwardly to the kitchen as his erection softened.

"Not the worst birthday I've had... but definitely the weirdest."

Mason chuckled to himself as he grabbed his cake and a stack of paper towels, bringing them back to the living room. He wiped his cum off Jess' stomach, tossing the used towel haphazardly to the side as he cozied up in his armchair and turned on the TV.

"Ah shit, she didn't say how long she'd be golden."

Mason groaned briefly, glancing over at Jess, who glimmered innocently. Shrugging, he turned back to the movie, taking a bite of cake as he made up his mind.

"Actually, you know what? That's a problem for future me. Present me is just going to relax and eat this cake instead."

Mason took another bite of cake before carefully balancing his plate on Jess' arms, settling back into the armchair.

"Thanks Jess. Love you."