[TF, F->Diamond Jewelry, F->Painting]
[Mild Sexual Depictions]
[Commissioned by sportscarfan18]

"So, this is going to do everything we talked about?"

Caroline Stattum sighed, nodding. "Yes, Joanne. We've gone over it multiple times, and for once, you're not the first person to try this out. Perfectly safe, I assure you."

Joanne laughed and shrugged, standing next to the large hydraulic presses. "I'm not all that worried about safety - you guys wouldn't do this if there was a lot of risk." She shifted from foot to foot, her bare feet feeling a chill through the floor despite the heat of the machine next to her. "No, this is for my roommate's birthday, so I want it to be perfect!"

Caroline shook her head and chuckled. "You know, Joanne, we've had thousands of test subjects come through here at Pro Scientia, and you are by far the most unique one yet. Do you want to get started?"

Joanne nodded, smiling at the scientist who had previously turned her into a glass statue for an extended length of time. In a way this would be a similar change she was testing out, but with a small twist.

"Alright then. We'll be going through this change a little slower to see how everything changes and reacts, ok?"

Joanne nodded. Caroline turned her back to adjust some settings and open the door to the chamber this new experiment. By the time she managed to turn around, Joanne was already inside, and her clothes were a scattered mess outside the opaque walls of the chamber.

“No shame, huh?” She heard a giggle in response from inside the room and shook her head while grinning. “Alright, well I won’t be able to see what is going on, since the walls are lined with the magnets. So after I close the door, get in what pose you want and make sure to hold it!”

The door swung shut, leaving Joanne in near darkness as she stood loosely at attention in the center of the room. A speaker in the ceiling crackled to life, and Caroline’s voice came over the intercom. “Joanne? I won’t be able to hear you, since we can’t get a microphone on you without the procedure breaking, so just listen up.

“You’re going to feel a pressure on you soon. They’re metal woven blankets suspended on thin strings. They’re going to press up against you here in just a moment.”

As if on queue, Joanne felt a soft pressure on all sides of her. She hadn’t realized it at the time, but she had been standing on one of these blankets and it now pushed against the soles of her feet as though to lift her up. A task that would have been easier if there also wasn’t a blanket above her pushing her head down to the floor. Joanne shifted and squirmed, making a last minute impromptu adjustment to her positioning in the cocoon she was becoming trapped in.

“Now that you’re fully covered,” the tinny voice called out, “we have to continue quickly. Subjects have reported that it feels like a long time, but I can assure you - for the sake of your own oxygen supply - this will be over in mere seconds.”

A loud humming filled the room Joanne was in. “That would be the magnets turning on. They’re going to increase in strength so that they push the metal blankets against you evenly. It’ll happen quickly enough that all the carbon in your body will flash crystalize into a solid diamond, with everything else inside your body tucking into the crystal as invisible impurities. Just hang --”

The speaker cut off with a whine. Joanne could only assume the magnetic walls of the room had shorted it out. She could feel the pressure of the blankets against her growing by the seconds. One had wrapped around her rear end and was currently wedging into her ass while also lifting her cheeks. Another blanket was found her chest and was cradling each of her breasts and making them look perfectly perky. Her face was smothered, each contour of her features traced out. Joanne’s eyes went half-lidded as she let out a soft moan as the pressure caressed her.

Seconds passed, and she realized she couldn’t open her eyes. She couldn’t close her mouth either, as it was left in a partial gape. The only sensations flooding her brain was the intense pressure and the warmth it was creating. She felt like she should be crushed, her bones splintering and her body tearing. Instead, every inch of her body remained frozen and preserved in place. The room was dark, and the only noise was the obnoxiously large hum of the magnets embedded into each wall.

Without any senses she couldn’t track her own progress. Was the change done? Almost done? Did she still have a while to go? Caroline had said ‘mere seconds’ but it felt like hours ago she heard that announcement. The pressure reached a boiling point, and Joanne could swear she felt like she would crack apart into dust at any moment… and then it all stopped. The magnets whined as the electricity was drained from their banks, and the blankets all drifted away from her slowly.

Joanne found herself on her back, laying on the blanket attached to the floor. The lights flickered on, and the room seemed uncomfortably bigger than she remembered it being. The door swung open, and Caroline slowly tiptoed into the room. She looked like a giant to Joanne, and it took Caroline walking closer to reveal the true extent of the size difference. Joanne’s frozen gaze was angled slightly upward, and Caroline rapidly filled that view.

As Caroline squatted down to pick up Joanne, her skirt ruffled and slide about, giving Joanne a view she probably wasn’t meant to see. It would have made her blush, if she could feel her face and her cheeks. Her entire torso fit between Caroline’s index finger and thumb, and she was effortlessly lifted upward in front of the giant’s face.

Caroline cooed at the miniature form of Joanne, carrying her out of the experimental chamber. She held Joanne up in front of a mirror that she kept on her desk, grinning as she dangled the helpless girl.

Joanne stared at her reflection as best she could. She couldn’t be longer than two inches from toes to head at this point, which despite seeming small was impressively sized for being a solid diamond. She marveled at the light catching through her facets. It was like when she was a glass statue, except then the light passed through her effortlessly. Now it bounced around inside of her, making rainbows of color spark to life inside her.

She was tempted for a brief moment to be embarrassed about the pose she chose, and decided against it in the end. Her last minute adjustment she had made in the chamber had been to make would have been a cute little diamond figure of herself into a sexy portrait. Her right hand had snaked up against her chest to hold onto left breast, the soft flesh of her tit appearing to slip between her fingers even though both were made of solid crystal. Her left hand had gone between her legs - originally to provide some privacy, but as the pressure built up her fingers had been forced inside her sex, and could be faintly seen through her transparent crotch.

Combined with her orgasmic face, she looked like the idol of a sex goddess caught in the moment of peak pleasure. She felt proud of herself, and even a little horny seeing her reflection.

“Well! As much as I’d love to marvel at you all day, your instructions were clear!” Caroline’s sudden voice snapped Joanne out of her introspection. “Off to the jeweler’s you go!”

Suddenly Joanne's world was rushing around her as she was carried off to a nearby table. She finally came to a rest on her back, and soft strands of cotton rose up around her in a gentle caress. She had one last glimpse of Caroline's smiling face before the world went dark.

For the second time in the day, time passed slowly for Joanne. She could hardly feel any jostling or motion outside her heavily cushioned box, despite knowing that Caroline would be carrying her to the jewelry store across the street from the laboratory.

Light streamed across Joanne's surface as a man - massive from her perspective - plucked her from her cushion. He examined her from every angle, letting the light sparkle through her. Joanne wasn't able to spot Caroline, and felt an electric thrill that shot through her spine. She was being treated like an object, like a simple crystal to be fitted into jewelry! The fact that this was all carefully planned and orchestrated was irrelevant at the moment as she allowed herself to enjoy the rush of the moment.

The jeweler had sat her down on his workbench and wandered off, a fact that Joanne was only aware of by his sudden return into her vision. She could hear the distinct tinkling of metal on metal, small strips spilling out of his palm onto the surface of the table next to her.

As the craftsman got to work, Joanne yearned to see what he was doing. The sounds of a rubber mallet striking the tiny bits of metal made her strain her immobilized form as though, by sheer will, she could lean over and watch. Helplessly, her gaze was fixed upward at the overly bright worklight that would have dried out her eyes were they not made of diamond.

She could still feel, though, and the vibrations of the workbench carried into her diamond form. Her body seemed to sing, resonating with each action the man took. She also felt the cold bite of the metal pressed against her, though that quickly disappeared as the small bands were worked and formed around her. The strips made a dizzying pattern around her that boggled her to keep track of.

Suddenly, a spike of heat shot through her form, sending the frozen woman into a panic. It faded away, shrinking in size until it was just a distant memory. Before she could fully recover, however, another burst of heat seemed to set her crystalized nerves on fire. Wave after wave of warmth and cooling passed over and through her, sending her mind into a flurry. Unceremoniously she was flipped onto her front, and another burst of heat appeared between her shoulder blades.

Long moments passed, long enough that Joanne wondered if she was still feeling the heat or just remembering the sensation of burning inside her. She was ultimately plucked from the workbench and carried over to a grinder. The water cooling that ran over the abrasive pads pooled in a basin underneath, so while the jeweler worked the angles of the metal smooth she studied herself.

The reason for the numerous loose strands of metal became clear to her. The man had expertly arranged thin bands of rose gold and silver around her body so that it looked like she was wrapped and enveloped in ribbons of the precious metals. The sudden bursts of heat had been from a welder, joining the small bits of metal into a singular piece. She was now held securely in her metal cage, though to the outside observe it looked like she was delicately wrapped in flowing beautiful ribbons.

The grinder sent pleasurable vibrations through her; Joanne's mind threatening to unfocus in the haze of a mental orgasm. She nearly missed as the jeweler turned his attention to the large metal spike coming out of her back. This had been the source of the final source of heat. A gently curving bar of surgical steel protruded from her, coming to an ultimate sharp point.

Joanne marveled at her reflection. Her body had been changed from flesh and blood into a metal and diamond piece of body jewelry, and this wasn't even the best of her plan. The man working on smoothing out her welds had finished, and seemed to be inspecting his work. He turned her this way and that, making sure nothing too rough or sharp existed on his miniature work of art. Satisfied, he set her inside the box she came in. The piercing hook nested deep into the soft fibers surrounding her, and she only had a brief moment to reflect on it before the lid to the box was closed.

===

Joanne lost track of the time yet again. She wasn't hand carried this time to her newest destination, instead she knew the laboratory would have used a courier service to deliver her. Days passed, Joanne figured, but it wasn't the first time she had left as an unattended inanimate object for extended periods. Knowing the next step in her plan only made it all the better.

When light finally cascade into her box again, she knew what day it was. Not by some psychic knowledge, or an overly-convenient calendar just in view. No, the day her box would be opened again was planned. The scraps of wrapping paper surrounding her box, the card held above her by a giant that glanced from it to her, Joanne knew exactly when it was.

Today was Chris’s birthday. Chris glanced at the card one last time, taking in the message.

Hey Chris!

I know it sucks that I’m not here for your birthday, but I wanted you to have this present! I’ll be back from my trip in a few weeks - the date is on the calendar. So just make sure to come to the Pro Scientia Labs down the road, and bring your present so I can see it on you!

Remember, even when I’m gone, I’m closer than you think!

Love,
Joanne!

Chris tossed the card aside, and then ran her hand through her brown hair. Unlike Joanne, who kept her hair long and flowing, Chris kept hers in a short spiky mess. Her brown eyes peeked out from uniquely angular glasses and studied the small diamond shaped like her roommate and best friend inside the small jewelry box.

She hoisted out Joanne, unaware of the true nature of what she held, and tilted her head while she bit her lip. Joanne was able to see that her normal attire hadn’t changed, which would be perfect. She was wearing her normal black heavy leather combat boots, and in stark contrast to them her legs were covered in navy blue leggings that would have matched Joanne’s shorts laying in a box somewhere in Pro Scientia.

A black miniskirt ruffled about her hips, providing a touch more modesty than the tights allowed. Her top was a plain white t-shirt that once showed the logo of a band or local bar, though that was long since faded and obscured, and the bottom half of the image had disappeared when Chris tore the shirt to repurpose it into a cute belly shirt. Much like her skirt and leggings, her shirt was covered in a rainbow of colorful splatters, telling a tale of various paintings and projects Chris had worked over the years. Chris looked liked - and carried herself - in a way that screamed that she was an artist that didn’t care about how others looked at her. She would do anything for her art.

Speaking of art, the naval piercing she held between her fingers was breathtaking. As much as she wished her wife was there, she couldn’t deny that this was a beautiful recreation of her. Chris blushed as she studied the intimate detail formed into the crystal. She’d have to ask Joanne how she did it. It looked like this Crystal-Joanne’s fingers were actually inside of her snatch, in the midst of her own mind bending orgasm. The diamond nipples looked hard, and the soft flesh of her breast actually LOOKED soft, despite it being an illusion of the firm material.

Adding on to that the sensual ‘ribbons’ of gold and silver draped around her wife, Chris couldn’t help but feel herself immediately get wet. She again bit her lip, and shook her head. “You’re a crazy girl, Joanne, posing like this for someone to make something like this for me.” Still shaking her head, but now laughing softly, she removed the small and discrete belly ring she had on, and unknowingly replaced it with her own wife.

Joanne hung a little heavy against Chris’s flesh. For a naval piercing she was dramatically large enough to be noticed, and the sexualized woman bounced against the taut pale flesh of the artist. She blushed - given the events of the day, she knew it would catch more attention than usual, and for a moment she was tempted to swap back to her normal piercing. But, since Joanne couldn’t be there for her on her birthday, she’d keep this present with her today.

Joanne jostled and bumped about as she was now helplessly attached to her wife, bouncing in place by the efforts of the surgical steel spike coming out of her back. She had a unique, waist high view of the world. Most of the time Joanne couldn't see over the counters or sinks Chris was using to get ready for her day.

It wasn't until she felt the flat strap of a seat belt press against her that she wondered exactly what Chris was getting ready for. She had little time to wonder, though, as the vibration of the car traveled through the soft fabric seat belt pressed against her. She could feel the hum building inside her, wiping her mind blank with bliss for the rest of the drive.

By the time she had recovered fully, she was surrounded by people! Chris had taken her into some kind of convention, or exhibit. She couldn't quite make sense of her surroundings. Strangers were coming up to them, and complimenting Chris on her work. Some were even taking notice of the unique body piercing she had, and we're similarly complimenting her on it, even touching it gently with her permission.

The comments started to make sense to Joanne, and it dawned on her where she was. Chris had her art gallery demonstration today! It was a huge project that she had invested a lot of time into, and would be away touring for. Joanne felt a momentary pang of guilt. She wouldn't be able to wish her love good luck, or be able to hold her before Chris left for this tour. The feeling faded, and Joanne reminded herself she was almost literally attached at the hip to Chris right now. It might just be a longer time as jewelry for her than expected.

Chris was working the crowd, and Joanne couldn't help but be proud of her and the work here. Though, it seemed she was making her way toward a large centerpiece that seemed to be a canvas, though a large sheet obscured it. Joanne couldn't make heads or tails of this, and was lost in her own thoughts until she heard the click of a locking door. She was in the bathroom, and Chris had removed her so that they could look essentially eye to eye.

"So, Joanne… I know you're in there." Joanne hesitated; she hadn't been paying attention so she had no idea how Chris figured it out already. "Some of the guests had heard about my big project tonight. Turns out my friends at the lab are friends with your friends at the lab. They very helpfully informed me that you weren't on a trip, but that you were hanging off my navel."

Something in Chris's tone sounded almost predatory, like Joanne was more trapped as she realized. "So, I'm going to let you in on my plan, sweetie. This big project of mine is inspired by you. I'm going to be turned into that painting there, and everything I wear - you included - will just be art on the canvas with me."

Chris leaned in, whispering to her wife's frozen miniature form. "The best part? We're going to spend two years together. My paint against your paint… I'm looking forward to it, and I hope you are too."

Chris reinserted Joanne and finished preparing herself in the bathroom. Joanne, for her part, was stunned, but exhilarated at the same time. She had been fantasizing about being an object, about being stuck or trapped like this but her rigorously defined present for Chris left little room for the plan to go that far off the rails. She chided herself for being surprised, of course Chris would be the one to actually take her carefully constructed plan and dash it to pieces.

Joanne hardly noticed the stage they were on, or the masses of people staring at Chris. Chris did a slow spin in front of the crowd, soaking in the attention. As she moved, Joanne was able to spy the massive canvas behind her. This was what she had seen earlier; the sheet was now cast aside. The vista on it would have taken away Joanne’s breath if she was still breathing. It was a scenic cliffside view of the ocean, with a gazebo nice and center. The gazebo was adorned with streamers and ribbons of pure white silk. The only unusual detail was the lack of people in the painting. This piece was some of Chris’s best work as an artist, and Joanne couldn’t help but marvel at the lifelike details. The audience, too, was similarly captivated, which allowed some crew members assisting Chris set up some large tubs of what looked like transparent water.

Chris called to attention the room, and everyone fell silent. Without a word, she stepped forward into the liquid, and her foot slowly submerged in. The substance clearly now wasn’t water, despite being just as clear. It was thick and viscous, putting up a fight as Chris forced her foot through to the bottom of the tub. She shuddered, a chill running through her body. The crowd was enraptured. They knew they were in for a performance, though it was strange to see an artist just standing in what could only be described as a vat of clear coat. Chris took another step forward, and stood proudly before everyone once she was firmly planted up to her calves in the thick soup of paint.

She stood expectantly while everyone watched confused. Seconds passed, someone cleared their throat, and another person shuffled noisily on their feet. Chris just kept smiling. Quickly enough though, the audience members in front realized that the volume of clear acrylic paint in the tubs was going down, but seemingly the clear shine was climbing up the artist’s body. It was rapidly ascended, allowing more and more people to see her shiny form, her clothes clinging to her as if she had jumped into a pool moments before.

It hadn’t taken long, really, but after standing still feeling the cold chill of the paint climb over and through her, Chris was ready to get moving. She carefully stepped out of the vats, toward the edge of the stage. The tubs were empty, which made it easier to get out than it had been to enter them, and she stood in front of the crowd with a grin and raised her hands. Wild applause greeted her, though her audience wasn’t sure what exactly they were applauding for. Chris opened her mouth to give her farewell speech she had planned, but found no words came out. She tried again, before realizing that the change had truly taken effect as she was told.

Chris wasn’t very experienced in these sorts of life altering changes, not like Joanne was at least, so she had to take a moment and collect herself, lest the panic set in. At the thought of Joanne, Chris looked down at her navel and ran her hand over her midsection. Despite her hand and stomach being far more squishy than normal, she could feel the distinct shape of her wife against her navel. Chris couldn’t help but grin, and gave the crowd a wink before turning her back on them.

Facing the painting, Chris took a step forward and stopped. She was liquid paint now, she had to remind herself, so the jiggling she felt was supposed to be normal even if it wasn’t normally normal to her. Another step, and another hesitation. From behind, the crowd might have been fortunate to just see her pert bottom bounce on a typical day, but today her entire body was quivering like gelatin. Laboriously Chris worked her way across the stage, the ten feet of distance feeling like a mile with how strenuous it was to focus on moving.

But finally she reached the painting and could relax for a moment. She put her hand out against the woven fibers, and felt herself slip into the painting. It felt like it was pulling her, capillary action dragging her into the painted world like a current. She could hear the gasps behind her, the shocked responses from everyone watching, and it fueled her grin even further. She turned back to face them, half of her body inside the painting as flat art, and the other half as a three dimensional blob of paint. She gave the crowd her grin, let the press and blogs take their pictures of her, and before they could think to move, she winked and slipped into the painting.

Inside the painting, Chris was glad she paid rigorous attention to the perspective. She was able to have some semblance of ‘depth’, even if it wasn’t truly depth, and carefully placed herself inside the gazebo she had crafted. It was strange, residing in the painting. It was a flat world, so even if Chris turned her head, she was limited to the view outside the canvas of the real world. She sighed, sitting down on the gazebo bench, and turning her head to mostly have a full view of the outside world.

From the outside, it looked sluggish and ghostlike as Chris navigated the painting, until she finally stopped moving. The closest observers, now that the stage had been taken over by the crowd, could watch as the paint dried on the art, an activity that - for the first time ever - had captivated their interest. As the paint dried, Chris found it more and more impossible to move until she was finally frozen in place.

The night ended in due time, and the workers got to the final part of the project. Chris struggled to watch as they hammered on a plaque to her frame, nailing in the title of the piece.

The Portrait Paramour
Dedicated to Joanne, with my love

===

Two years later, the crew that had been hired to maintain and display the painting dutifully closed the exhibit with a similar gallery event. The painting, containing Chris and Joanne, was removed from the floor in the early hours of the event and brought over to the labs where both Chris and Joanne had planned their surprises for each other.

The technicians there quickly extracted Chris from the painting, leaving a hazy blur from the spot on the gazebo bench where she had been frozen for the previous years. She staggered to her feet, struggling to orient herself. She quickly pulled Joanne off her midsection and checked to make sure she was alright, and then handed her over to the technicians. She was still recovering with a towel around her when the technicians came back into the room. Chris got anxious, wondering where Joanne was. It was long, answerless moments until Joanne burst through the doors into the changing room, and the technicians left.

“Sweetie!” Joanne rushed at her wife, holding tight. “Oh, that was quite the art exhibit.”

Chris couldn’t help but laugh. “That felt like the longest one yet, and we didn’t even drink anything.” She held Joanne at arms length to look her over. “Hey, hun, why are you naked? And what are you holding?”

Joanne winked, breaking free of Chris’s hold and doing a spin. The long flowing ribbons lifted and twirled around her. “So, there was a complication when restoring me, apparently, they didn't expect the jeweler to actually weld stuff around me to make the piercing for you. So, they had to restore me with the gold and silver bands, but the process stretched them out, and now I have real gold and silver ribbons, as fine as silk!” Joanne wrapped herself in them, grinning at Chris. “Should be suitable to head back to the final gala event of your art project, right?”

Chris laughed, shaking her head and hugging her wife tightly. “Oh, baby, that should be just fine. Now, let’s get out there. I’m sure they’ll die to find out there was actually two people in that painting together!”