I took a nervous breath as I stepped into the art studio– volunteering to be a nude model was one thing, actually doing it was another. Especially when being said model involved being fucking petrified. Luckily no one else was here yet, just the supervisor, but the butterflies in my stomach were already fluttering around like crazy. I wasn’t sure why I’d signed up for this, I wasn’t ugly but I wasn’t exactly hot either, just painfully average, with just enough curves on my body to make me look like a girl and some just barely handful-sized boobs. I did have some nice collarbones, though. I was really proud of those– I just wished that I had something else to complement them.

I’d chosen to wear a simple white dress today– I was going to be wearing nothing soon enough, so I didn’t really see a point in putting on anything extra– no underwear either. But I did take the time to do my hair and put on some light makeup, I didn’t want the artists to think I was a slob or something. I straightened out a few loose curls as I walked over to the supervisor, clearing my throat as I approached.

“H-Hello, I’m here for the, um, nude art thing?” I cringed inwardly as my voice warbled. Fuck, as if I wasn’t already embarrassing myself, now I had to go and make myself sound insecure.

The supervisor’s eyes widened in recognition as he turned around and shook my hand. “Oh, you must be Brooke! Thanks for coming, this is a real big help for us. I know it’s a bit daunting to show off your body to complete strangers, but I promise you none of us are here to perv on you.”

“N-No problem.” Hearing him say that made me feel a tiny bit better about agreeing to do this to myself. “So what, do I just strip and stand there?” I pointed at the square of cardboard that was in the middle of the room, grabbing the shoulder strap of my dress as I started to walk over.

“Yes, that’s exactly right. Decided on a pose yet?” The supervisor asked, a friendly smile on his face as he started to set up easels around me.

I nodded as my dress slipped away from my body, the hairs on my skin prickling as a gust of cold air blew around my neck. “Yeah.”

The butterflies in my stomach raged as I took a small step forward with my left leg, crossing it ever so slightly over my right leg as I raised my ankle so that my heel was off the ground. I tried not to think about how exposed my pussy was as I arched my back slightly, feeling a little lightheaded as I jutted my boobs forward. Fuck, this was embarrassing. I did my best to compose myself, putting on a mysterious, confident grin that absolutely didn’t match the way I felt internally, internally cringing as my nipples stiffened, trying to ignore the throbbing feeling as I splayed my arms behind me.

“Oh, that’s a fun pose, very ballet inspired. I like it. The students are going to have a great time drawing you! Ready?”

I hesitated for a moment as the supervisor set a bucket of rock dust in front of me, gulping as he put on a pair of latex gloves. I couldn’t really back out now, could I? I nodded and braced myself, holding myself as still as possible as the supervisor dipped his hands into the bucket and started to cover me in dust.

My skin tingled as the supervisor rubbed me down– I could feel the dust sinking into my skin, converting my flesh into inanimate stone. He started with my feet, sticking his fingers between my toes before massaging my soles, moving his way up to my ankles as my feet went numb. I let out an embarrassing whimper as his hands glided up my calves and over my knees, blushing as he firmly squeezed my thighs.

My lower body was pretty firmly set in place now– I could still feel a little warmth deep in my legs, but for the most part, everything below my waist was solid, inanimate, lifeless stone.

“Feeling alright so far?” The supervisor curiously asked as he re-dipped his hands.



“Yesss… Keep going…” I breathlessly panted as I completely lost feeling in my legs. Fuck, this was weird.



I gasped as the supervisor’s fingers pressed against my labia, blushing as he pried apart my lower lips and swirled his fingers around my snatch. I shuddered as I lost all feeling in my crotch, noticing that my pussy remained open even after the supervisor took his fingers out of it. As he caressed my hips, moving his way up to my stomach, I couldn’t help but stare at my gaping cunt– I could see my clit peeking out from my hood, the curve of my labia as they elegantly framed my gray, stiff folds… It was… weirdly beautiful.

I continued to admire my pussy as the supervisor teased my belly button, finally looking away as his hands crawled up my chest and over my breasts. My already stiff nipples hardened even further as the dust seeped into my skin, proudly standing out of my chest. My areolas turned a darker shade of gray as the petrification sank into my torso– I felt my chest seize up as the supervisor rubbed my shoulders, working his way around my collarbones. I felt a little surge of pride as he hummed approvingly and worked his way down my arms, my shoulders freezing in place with my collarbones on full display. I started to feel dizzy and lightheaded as his fingers danced around my palms, wheezing as my chest started to tingle. I tried to stay focused, holding my smile as my chest tightened again.

The supervisor gave me a sympathetic look as he reapplied the dust again, quickly bringing his hands up to my neck as he apologetically murmured. “Sorry. Your major organs are turning into stone, so it's not going to feel all that great for a few minutes. But once I get your head, you’ll be fine. Any last words while you still have some air left in you?”

“N-Noothingggg…”



“Alright! Have a fun month, then!

I would’ve said thank you, but my neck was already solid stone. Everything felt so numb… I barely realized that my face had frozen into the smile I’d chosen, everything was coming at me through a foggy haze. My vision blurred as the supervisor’s fingers gently traced a circle around my eyes, going dark as his fingers danced around my scalp. I could feel… my hair hardening… each strand… turning… to… stone… as my…. brain… began…… to…… stone……dark…….

The supervisor stepped away from Brooke, peeling off the gloves and tossing them into the wastebin as he capped the bucket and lugged it back into the closet. He dusted off his hands, admiring his work– Brooke turned out really well. She had the type of perfect, slim body that worked out perfectly for teaching skin anatomy– the way her muscles lightly ran beneath the surface of her skin, her well-defined bones… all of it was great. She’d picked out a great pose as well, full of action and plenty of opportunities to practice drawing muscles. He really couldn't ask for anything else, she was exactly what he had been looking for.

All he had to do now was wait for his first class to show up.