[TF, F > Statue/Fountain Inanimate]
[CW: Non-Con / Dub-Con]
[Commissioned by sportscarfan18]

Joanne was enjoying the scenery in the nearby park. It was a beautiful day, with a warm sun and cool breeze making her morning jog a pleasant affair. She noticed a path heading into the brush, one that she has never noticed up to that point.

Between the bright sunshine and Joanne's own sunny disposition, the idea of a new path to explore seemed great. Besides, she had recently spent the holidays as an inanimate Christmas tree topper and left like that through most of March. She needed some exercise, and the idea of a new path opening up after the winter thaw seemed reasonable.

So off Joanne jogged, heading down the new path. It wasn't immediately obvious to the girl, but the path was leading her away from the public areas of the park, driving her into private property via a winding path. The path was getting muddier and muddier as she went, which Joanne figured was from the runoff of the recent snowfall. The mud started to splash about, getting into her shoes.

Joanne groaned, shaking her head. Her feet were already muddy now, and she didn't want to ruin her best pair of jogging shoes. She pulled them off and tried to shake off what she could, before she shoved them into her sports backpack next to her water bottle. Her feet slipped into the muck as it squished between her toes. She sighed, feeling strangely relaxed by the situation 

As she kept jogging, Joanne noticed the 'mud' splashed and kicked up along her legs. She frowned, noticing that it was getting harder and harder to shake off, and that it seemed to be creating a thin and even layer over her skin. She couldn't help but also notice that it was weighing her down more than regular mud would have. But ever the optimist, it didn't seem like much of a problem; besides, it gave Joanne a bit of a thrill as her ankle and toes were slowly becoming too stiff to flex and bend while running. The idea of being an athletic statue drifted into her mind, given the pose her feet were taking as she continued to try to run through the viscous muck.

It wasn't easy to keep up the strenuous activity though, and Joanne's jog slowed first to a brisk walk, then a casual stroll, and finally to a monumental effort just to take each step. The woman was left panting as she finally stood in place, her exercise minishorts and sports bra drenched from her exertion. She tried to wriggle her toes and had to bite her lip to suppress the rising sexual trill she felt as she couldn't move them.

Panting, Joanne stopped in an open clearing. She looked around, mildly confused. There was a playground, but no one was around. In fact, Joanne swore that she couldn’t hear anyone else at all even from the park she had just left. She stepped through the muck to get to the equipment, looking it over. It was in marvelous condition, and very clean despite the messy conditions around it.

The centerpiece of this park was a slide. It was easily twice as tall as Joanne, with a long spiral into the ground. She ran her hand along the surface. It was smooth, not like the check metal or plastic some children's equipment had, but a surface that her fingers ran over like silk. In that instant, Joanne knew she had to go down it. There was one issue: The slide emptied out onto a large patch of mud.

Joanne looked around. There was nobody for seemingly ages, and the hose nearby seemed like a good idea to clean up afterwards. It would ruin her clothes to soak into the mud, but she would be able to rinse off her skin. Besides, as a nudist at heart, the idea of stripping down on a beautiful spring day sounded exhilarating. It didn't take much effort to strip off the sports bra and minishorts Joanne had been jogging in moments before, her flawless skin glistening from the sweat of her exercise moments earlier. She climbed up the ladder to the top of the slide, her muck covered feet feeling almost numb and distant as they pressed against the steps.

Joanne sat at the top of the slide and took a deep breath.

Then she started to slide.

Her hair widely flew about her face as she whipped through the spirals of the slide. It was almost dizzying, trying to watch the scenery spinning around her, the slide seemingly stretching longer than she remembered it. Joanne clenched her eyes shut, and within moments found herself crashing into the mud more forcefully than a children's slide should allow.

A groan of discomfort escaped her lips, as Joanne realized a moment too late that her face was still submerged into the thick slime. Gagging and gasping, Joanne flailed as some of the material filled into her lungs and stomach. It dawned on her that it wasn't just covering her face:

She was entirely submerged.

Joanne also realized that she couldn't move her face very much, and her fingers were getting stiff. The idea that this was just like the mud she had run through brought the sexual thrill back to mind. She could feel her body freezing solid through the medium, as though…

Concrete!

This wasn't 'mud' she had been slogging through all morning, she'd been slowly coating herself in wet concrete! Her visions of becoming statuesque drifted back to her, and she managed to relax. The concerns regarding how she would be found and why a pool of concrete would be at the end of a child's slide and if this was a trap specifically for her all melted from her mind. They were too numerous and too fast moving for Joanne to process.

Unbeknownst to her, this was an intentional part of the process. The special formulation of concrete that Joanne was submerged in was designed to keep her alive. The thick fluid had more than forced into Joanne's mouth, as all her holes had been flooded on her decent into the pit. The cement had seeped into the tissues of her body, permeating through her soft organs including her brain. While it would keep her alive, it would convert her into a stone like substance, slowing her mind.

This slowed state of mind betrayed her sense of time; Joanne was being winched out of the pit and she had no clue how long she had been soaking. Her eyes were stuck shut, and there weren't any sounds she could hear. All she had was a vague sense of movement and the pressure against her body, though this was heavily dampened.

Her body pressed against a hard and flat surface - a dramatic change from when she had been floating in the pool of cement. She could feel a pair of hands moving her limbs, vague sensations of pressure that guided her into a cross-legged shape. She was tilted into a sitting position - only determinable by the flat and even pressure against her bottom - and her hands were placed flat on her thighs, palms down. Vaguely Joanne recognized the position as that of a yoga pose, such as in meditation. As the mysterious foreign hands moved her hair around to form it so that it looked regularly styled, she relaxed and let them do their work. Clearly whoever had let her drop into this pool of special cement had a plan and we're taking the time to make sure she looked amazing.

Time passed indistinctly for Joanne, and occasionally she felt jostled or shifted. She did notice when the pair of hands reappeared on her still-wet surface, readjusting the fine position of her limbs and hair. She especially noticed when a large round object was forcibly inserted into her anus, her cheeks being padded back into shape around it gently. It should have hurt, such a large bulb displacing many of her internal organs, but she didn't feel the pain, only that it was there and her semi-fleshy semi-stoney insides had formed tightly around it in response, as though they had been mated together permanently.

The hands that had delicately sculpted Joanne had stopped touching her, and time started to slow down again without stimulus. That didn't last for long as Joanne started to notice that everything was getting hot. The cement had been consistently cool both inside and outside of her body, so this heat was new.

Quickly it started to become unbearable, the heat making her body firm up. While she had been unable to move of her own volition up to this point, Joanne had been moved by outside forces. Now she doubted she could even be moved by anyone, the stone solidifying inside and out for her. Her hands seemed almost welded to her thighs, and her hair became styled into different clumps instead of individual strands. There was a stillness that washed over Joanne as the kiln slowly baked her into her new existence, and it wasn't very difficult for her to slip into a deep meditation.

So deep that she hardly noticed when she had been removed from the kiln, or that the hands were touching her smooth surface. Her relaxed state of mind was barely aware that a surface polisher had been run over every detail of her nude body. It wasn't until the drill started to work its way through Joanne's torso that she came to enough to wonder what was happening. The sensation felt like it was coming from her navel, except it was going through her navel until it punched into an empty chamber inside her - probably some of her intestines she mused in a dazed state.

She was resurfaced again, and this time Joanne got to pay attention to the touch of the machine over her surface. The hole drilled through her belly button didn't hurt, in fact she couldn't even feel any change there. One of the effects of being hard stone, she supposed. The attention seemed to fade away again, and Joanne drifted back off into her meditation that wasn't quite sleep.

By the time she 'woke' again, she still couldn't hear or see. Or move at all, for that matter. Faintly Joanne could sense something nothing through her, rushing along the inside track of her stomach. A liquid started to rush forward from her lips, as well as trickling out of the hole in her abdomen. It left a cold sensation over her were it ran along her stone skin, and the small pool that collected at her lap become a distant chill.

 ===

Chris woke up and walked to her bedroom window, looking outside at the garden. She was mildly concerned about Joanne; Chris's significant other had been missing for a few days, but at the same time it wasn't unusual for her to be missing. For her to be missing over Chris's birthday, however, was a bit more unusual. It wasn't a hard mystery to solve though, considering the sight out in the garden.

Hardly dressed, due to the privacy fence Chris and Joanne had installed long ago, Chris hurried out to the garden. Sitting on a pedestal in the center of the stone tile was Joanne. Well, if not Joanne, then a super accurate statue of Joanne, but given the intimate detail of her sex - not to mention her love of being turned into some immobile form - odds were likely in Chris's eyes that this was in fact Joanne.

A wave of relief washed over Chris as she stared at her lover, marveling at her beauty frozen on display. The water fountain was a nice effect, and it made her look even more serene. Chris shook her head with a smile as stroked along the hardened surface of Joanne's breasts. She walked away, leaving her frozen wife in place figuring it was all an elaborate birthday gift.

Chris figured someone had to be coming to turn Joanne back, so in the meantime, she had to just enjoy the beautiful decoration she had become. Chris found herself eating every meal in the presence of Joanne, even painting her in her current form. Still though, the days dragged on, and there was no indication that Joanne had someone coming for her.

After a couple months, Chris had enough with waiting. She figured she would rather reach out just to find out there was a plan, than wait without knowing. She reached out to the lab where Joanne often did some of her crazier experiments only to find out that she hadn't contacted them since the last transformation. 

The results were a mix of good news and bad news. The statue was definitely Joanne, but the damage done by converting her into a water spewing fountain would make the conversion back tricky; trickier still, they had no clue how it was performed in the first place. For the time, it seemed as though Chris was short one wife, and up a beautiful statue. She didn’t mind too much now that she had an answer - it was exactly the kind of activities that Joanne would have found herself in anyway. Given the peaceful look on her face, it was easy to imagine that Joanne was enjoying this. So Chris resigned herself to just enjoying the peaceful atmosphere the fountain offered, waiting for the labs to figure out a solution to the strange situation Joanne had gotten herself in.

 ===

“So how’d it feel as they changed you back? It sounded like it might hurt when they described it…”

Joanne leaned in, grinning. She was back to life as a flesh and blood woman, animatedly talking about her time as a fountain to Chris. Her eyes kept glancing at the painting Chris had made of her in her immobilized form, a mix of jealousy and desire creeping in.

“Yeah, it sounds like it, but it was great! Like an amazing massage. Ahh, so they fed me into this big tumbler machine, and it started breaking my body apart into rocks. I could feel each piece even though we weren’t attached, and as each one broke apart or ground off on each other, I could feel that! It was like my muscles were all being stretched and relaxed at the same time!

“At the end I was nothing more than a pile of rock dust! They add some more rocks to the grinder, and I could sort of feel it mixing with all my dust. I couldn’t tell what was me and what wasn’t me, or even what piece went to what part of me! But I guess that was the point. They added a bunch of what, and all of my flecks of rock turned to mud and then after a couple moments I was able to sit up out of the mud!”

Chris smiled, loving watching as her lover excitedly recited her side of the story.

“But,” Joanne continued, “it still feels like they missed something…”

Chris was a little concerned. “Are you ok? Something wrong?”

Joanne nodded, waving off the worry. “Yeah, I’m ok. As in, me, this here. But I feel like there’s more of me out there somewhere…” Right as Joanne trailed off in thought, there was a knock at the front door. The two girls looked at each other in surprise before getting up to answer the door together. There wasn’t anybody outside, save for Joanne.

Rather, a stone bust of Joanne. One suspiciously similar to the statue that had been in their backyard for the previous year, eyes still closed and lips still slightly pursed as if to feed out water. Chris stepped forward, running her fingers over the stone bust’s bust, feeling along the hard curves. She turned back to Joanne, grinning.

“Guess we found your missing part, maybe they filled you in more with stone than you realized. Uh, Joanne, are you ok?”

Joanne hadn’t realized she’d be drooling, her eyes fluttering as she was affected by her wife’s touch on the statue. It was as though she could feel the hand against her own bosom, except she was being dragged back into the meditative state with the slowness of mind she felt as a piece of rock. She blushed as she managed to come to enough after Chris removed her hand.

“Oh… this is going to be fun…” They both whispered in unison.