I wasn’t exactly the most outgoing person, nor one to make friends and acquaintances easily. Whether this was due to my timid nature, or the shame of the kinks I held carefully hidden was completely irrelevant, as the end result was the same. A loner with an awkward aura that merely seemed to stumble around as I kept going on with no clear goal on my mind. However, I had one close friend, one with whom I shared everything, even to my deepest secrets and desires. And she answered with her own, telling me everything about her, making us both less lonely and close friends, as we were two weirdos that kept minding their own business. We had each other, our kinks and desires, and that was it. Perhaps that was why it was so surprising when she came to me with the weirdest idea yet, even by our standards, but after some vague explanations, I was intrigued.

She had found something very particular, or rather, two things, and she didn’t know which one was more particular. The first was a pedestal, a simple round pedestal made of glossy marble, or so she described it. Not that odd, but the place where she had found it, it was odd. It was in a grotto in a nearby park, one we frequented quite a lot, but not many people did so, making it a quiet and somewhat private place. The second one was someone with our same desires and weird kinks, a third woman for our little crowd. It had been an accidental meeting, the woman entering the grotto after she had stepped in, both standing awkwardly in it as they tried not to eye each other too much. I can’t blame her, since we were good looking, I had to admit.

They had struck conversation, timidly speaking about the placing of the pedestal, its surprisingly good condition despite being in such a place and eventually introducing each other. By a slip of the tongue she thought aloud about both of us coming here and having some fun, strike some poses, take some photos and later retouch them to make us look like statues. It was our common kink, a passion for both good looking women and sculpture, so when her new acquaintance asked if she could join, it caught her completely by surprise. No wonder though, such a thought said aloud, and voila! she just found someone that had that in common with us. Both interested in women, good looking and a statue fetishist. The stars must have aligned for that one and wouldn’t do so in another million years, probably.

So here we were, entering the park on a warm summer night. As expected, there was absolutely no one around, so we could meet without worries. The park at night was calm and quiet, nothing but the occasional sound from some small animal and the flowing sound of waters on the fountains. We made our way to the grotto, and there she was alright, gorgeous like she had said. Taller than both of us, with a lean and sensual body, and two big breasts that I tried my hardest not to ogle. I most likely failed, since she let out a nervous giggle. She was blushing, hard, and we most likely were too, as we stood in silence on the entrance of the grotto. We eventually stepped in, the ambience relaxing as we circled the pedestal. She was right, a pedestal made of white marble, with a stray darker vein here and there. Polished and gleaming in the dim night light, we stared at it, not wanting to be the first to step on it. My friend did so in the end, daring the awkwardness and stepping on it, striking a simple pose as she planted her hands on her hips and smiling at us. Then I went up, putting my hands behind my head, and then I left the pedestal for her, as she posed covering her chest and crotch with her arms. That was the breaking point, as the tension vanished and we started adopting more daring poses. We were having a blast too, as we could finally indulge in our deepest desires and fantasies. We lost track of time, keeping each other company as we went up and down, some photos being snapped for later edition.

As the night progressed, the full moon started appearing in a crevasse on the upper part of the grotto illuminating the pedestal, and it became… different. It seemed to glow with unnatural light, absorbing the moonlight and making it its own. It was beautiful, an enthralling sight to behold, and maybe that’s why we didn’t notice what we were doing. Our new acquittance and I started walking towards the pedestal, both stepping on it. It felt different, as if it welcomed us in a loving embrace. We stood before each other, looking at each other’s eyes, until a warm wave filled us. We moaned, both in pleasure and surprise, leaning on each other to stand up. We trembled in pleasure, as we held each other up. Our skins shivered, both of us having lost our clothing at some point, now standing bare before the other. She was gorgeous, a tall and sexy woman, pale skinned and with a gorgeous long straight dark mane, with a beauty mark on her chin. She hugged me and I hugged back, enjoying her company as my body felt different. I wouldn’t know how to put it, but when we parted I stood as tall as her, with an equal build and an equally big bust. I was good looking before, but now we could pass as twins, very sexy and busty twins, our main difference being her straight hair and my wavy mane, one that covered partially my left eye.

It felt wonderful, both of us blushing and panting in pleasure, despite merely standing together on the pedestal. Then our bodies changed, this time both of us doing so. It started without warning, as a cracking sound filled the grotto. We both moaned, a sound of delight, passion and lust, holding each other as we shivered together. As the cracking became louder, I began to feel different again. I felt sluggish, dense and absolutely wonderful, and if the pants that she let out were anything to go by, she did too. We stood up, looking at each other again and realizing what was happening to us. Our entire selves were taking a glossy white colour, sharing that of the pedestal before it became luminous. Our skins became hard and smooth, rendering our shared sensuality in glossy and gorgeous white marble. I held her close and she held me, both of us smiling at each other before looking to the side. There she was, the third woman of our crowd, watching enthralled with a smile on her face. We turned to each other again, sharing a passionate kiss as our bodies became immobile and stiff. We were now marble statues, and part of the grotto. And we would happily stay that way.

I cannot tell how long it has been, but I do not care. I don’t remember my name, and never bothered to learn hers. But she doesn’t care. We are together now, we are simply white marble statues, and that’s what we will be. We have shared sunny days, basking in the light as we hold our bodies against the other. We feel pleasure, a gentle one in the sun, leaving us in a dizzy stupor; a gentle one in the night, sharing the spotlight in our pedestal under the moonlight. We feel a mischievous pleasure when it rains, the water making its way down our bodies but never eroding our curves, only enhancing us as our wet forms dry later on their own. We felt a wild pleasure in the storms, each thunder resonating through us, and each lighting sending a bolt of pleasure through us both. And, above all, we felt each other, our dear marble lover. The pleasure of one was of the other, travelling where our bodies made contact and resonating in her before returning. We were one, and we would be.

However, as a new night fell, it felt different. Someone had come to visit us. We heard a voice, a feminine one, and shortly we felt our visitor, as her hands touched our bodies all over. Each caress on our curves felt like a dozen, each kiss she gave us was felt a hundred-fold. There was something familiar about her, but we couldn’t quite tell. Her passion and excitement were clear though, and she had shown plenty of eagerness. As the full moon made its way into the crevasse, our bodies felt different, nimbler, softer and mobile. We continued our kiss, now moving and caressing, as I held her shapely rear in my hands and she held mine in hers. We tasted each other’s glossy and smooth marble lips, our delicate tongues intertwining. But it was not about us, it was about her. We stopped our lovemaking, even if reluctantly, and we looked at her. She had already shed the clothing, the woman holding a hand on her crotch and another on her bust as she looked at us, begging with her eyes to let her join. We looked at each other, blank marble eyes meeting, and smiled. She was the one that had found us both, and we would welcome her.

We parted the hug, each welcoming her with an arm, the blonde letting out an excited squeal as she stepped up, taking both our hands. She kissed me, passionately, and I kissed back, never letting go of my lover and using my free hand to caress our new sister and lover. She was smaller at first, but that was rapidly changing, as she grew as tall as us, as sensual as us and as busty as us. Her blonde hair, tied in a ponytail previously, grew longer, a mane coming to be as the ponytail remained untouched and grew equally longer. As she let go of me, only to kiss our lover, the changes finished, as she now stood an equal to us. Not quite, but that would soon change, as the cracking noise began and she let out an excited and lustful moan. She clung to us, and we held her up, helping her all the way as she became one of us. The marble claimed her, the woman moaning in pleasure until she became as silent as us, her body tensing as the transformation finished. As the glow dimmed, signalling the end of our mobility, the stiffness started to come back. I took our new sister and lover, putting an arm around her waist and bringing her close to me as our breasts squeezed each other. I did the same with my other lover, putting an arm around her waist, each hand now resting in each of my sisters’ waists. They mimicked this move, breasts squeezing and hands claiming free spots in each other’s curves. Their hands felt absolutely delightful, and with the stiffness claiming us, I smiled at my first sister, kissing our new lover passionately, while she kissed our new lover’s neck. Our third sister could only receive this, although she did give back, her hands getting a firm hold of both of us as her tongue and mine became intertwined. We answered her grabs with our own, as we froze once more.

We were nothing but marble statues, three women that gave up everything to keep that which had in common. Now we stood together as an unbreakable set, only being able to move when the full moon wished so. But it was plenty. We were lost in pleasure; we were as close to each other as we could be. And maybe, in time, a new sister would join us. We were marble statues, gorgeous and alluring, three marble succubae that inhabited the grotto.