The 'Statue Hall' that Ben walked into was scattered about with men and women, dressed and not, all in various states of being solid. He passed by a woman with sharp hair and a dress that came from Jessica Rabbit, red and shimmering in the overhead lights.

She was also crafted of ice.

Some, Ben knew, wanted this transformation. Others had it put upon them. He couldn't tell which.

He stopped and stared in shock. A naked woman with four heads tied to her waist was busy chipping off the head of one of the stone statues, one he recognized as the member of the hostesses with a fetish for bondage.

Why her stone neck was being slowly worn away, he had no idea. It wasn't his business.

Instead, his eye was drawn to a nude statue, one made out of a material that was smooth and white. The woman was posed with her hands on her tilted hips, reaching forward toward her groin. Her long hair scattered about her, the same material as the rest of her body. She wasn't completely nude though, as she wore a purple choker, from which a silver cross hung.

Ben reached out and caressed her cheeks, earning no reaction from her blank eyes. He ran his hand down her body, feeling every last bump and curve of her skin as he pressed into her tit. However much they may have yielded were they flesh, as solid as they were, he could leave no impression.

Her flat stomach didn't resist him, he found as he slid his hand between hers, down to her cunt, which was closed off and sealed by her transformation. Her legs and feet were well placed to prevent her from falling over by accident.

"Hey babe," he said quietly. "I came, like you asked." He patted her on the cheek again. He plucked the rosary from her collar, untying the small chain in the process. "And now I have this," he said. "When you're done putting yourself on display, I'll be waiting in the dining room. Don't bother getting dressed."

He left the statue behind, willing to wait however long it took.

* * *

Hank came to the party like a crook. Or rather, like an escaped prisoner. He wore white and black striped pants and shirt, with a cap of the same over his head. He hadn't shaved in a week to help sell the disguise.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Hank walked right up to the shorter woman whom he did not recognize at all. She was dressed as a cop, though no police officer he knew would be caught dead in a skirt that skimpy, nor that open around her chest. "A copper, come to arrest me?"

She pulled out handcuffs. Not the fluffy ones. "Oh probably," she said. "Give me your hands!" she ordered him. "I'm arresting you!"

Hank obliged, and put out his wrists, whereupon the cop slapped the cuffs around his left arm - and hers. "There," she announced. "You're not going to escape this time!" She showed off the key to the cuffs in her free hand, and then swallowed it. "See? No way to undo the cuffs."

Hank pulled her closer. "Hrm, that is something to worry about," he said as he ran his free hand up her short skirt, discovering her bare pussy. A thought occurred to him, and he went with it. After all, what was the point otherwise.

He pushed a couple of fingers into her pussy. She gasped. "Oh," she said as she spread her legs a little bit. "What's this?"

"This," Hank said as he leaned down a little to better leverage what he was about to do next, "is this!" He shoved his full hand into her! The cop cried out in pain and pleasure lifting one leg on instinct to help her stretch out.

"That's assault!" she said with a red face. "You're going to be punished for that! I'm going to have to send you to jail!"

Hank smirked. "Not yet, copper!" he announced as he thrust his arm into her even more! She arched her back as tightened around his forearm, a wordless cry of desire.

He flexed his wrist and fingers inside the cop, not fer her benefit but for his. Then, he grasped what he wanted, and yanked his arm right back out!

It was covered in fluids, but he had what he wanted. She swallowed the key, so he reached into her and pulled it right out! She collapsed to the floor in a heap from the abuse he had just put her through, and nearly dragged him down with it.

Instead, he unlocked the cuff around his wrist, and picked the cop up. He put her arms behind her, she was unable to resist as she sorted through her violation, then he locked them together. "Say," he said into her ear, "If assault gets me a cop of my own to play with, what will being a cop killer get me? I wonder what's in the dungeons...." he trailed off.

The cop stiffened. "Please don't," she asked, rolling her head back. "I'm only two days away from retirement! If I die, no one gets my pension!" She fiddled with her cuffs, but couldn't get out of them. "I'll do anything you want!" she offered with a grin, "Anything!"

Hank picked her up and threw her over his shoulders, slapping her on her ass. "Oh, don't worry, copper! I have a long list of crimes to check off before the night is done. Assault is done, maybe Battery next?"

"I have a truncheon!" the cop pointed out. "Use that!"

* * *

"Hello!" the guest dressed as a magician announced as she stood behind the small table. "For you all, I'm going to pull a rabbit out of my hat!" She indicated the tophat on the table.

"She totally will!" a guy called out from the audience. "The last rabbit she pulled out was a brunette, had awesome tits, and said she was heading to the kitchen to eat!"

There was laughter at that. The Magician smiled. "Now, I shall say the magic word, and I will call forth the rabbit!" She tapped the rim of the hat. "Ready?"

"Yeah!" the audience answered.

"Alright, here I go!" The woman announced. "Amazing Summon!" She reached into the hat, and then frowned as she reached further and further in until she was up to her shoulder. "Where are you?" she asked as she apparently searched inside the hat for the rabbit she wanted to pull out. "Hello?" she looked down into the hat.

Her arm jerked. "Ow!" she yelped as she jerked it out of the hat.

The arm was missing. "Uh..." she stared in shock at the vanished appendage. "Huh?"

A blue tentacle whipped out of her hat, and wrapped around her neck. It yanked on her, but she was able to slam one hand on the table to try and brace herself. But with only one arm, she could only delay the inevitable.

Which happened far sooner than she, or the audience anticipated when three more tentacles rippled out of her hat. Each went for one of her remaining limbs - arm and both legs. Unable to resist, the woman was lifted up over the hat.

"Oi," a growling voice came from inside her hat, the source of the attacker. "I was gunna eat that rabbit! Now you'se went and taken it? Well, I's gunna eat you instead!"

The magician tried to scream, but the tentacle at her throat killed her voice. Instead, the tentacles pulled her back into her hat, head first. She tried to stop it again, eyes wide in shock but the hat expanded to allow her to be pulled in without any resistance.

Then she was gone, and the hat went back to normal.

Those in the audience who waited for something to happen were rewarded when only a few moments later, the head of the magician was tossed back through the hat. "Feh," the voice said. "Too much bone there! Not 'nuff brains!"