Clinking keys shattered the otherwise total silence of the apartment. Two consecutive turns, and the door opened. However, before going in, Nora turned around and stood in the frame. Arms stretched and hips cocked to the side, mustering her smuggest look and shooting it at Silvia.

- Now, will you enter my parlour, dear?

The woman giggled at her antics, but she took up the challenge nonetheless. The blonde bombshell closed the small distance, and not missing a beat, Nora eased her in. Ever since she had first shown up in the club, she had caught her attention. So full of herself, and of her beauty. And with good reason! She strutted around with little care and all of the confidence, making sure her pace was as bouncy and alluring as possible. The flowing golden mane she possessed, tied in a playful and long ponytail, bobbed with each step, and so did her generous assets.

She was mesmerising to watch at the club, be it having a drink by herself or dancing her worries away on the dance floor. An unparalleled beauty, clad in the most revealing and form-fitting outfits… all by herself. She stopped by time and again, always lonely, always without company of any kind. Such delectable eye-candy, and she could have it all for herself.

Approaching had been easy, showing the tiniest hint of interest had her eating from the palm of her hand. It had also been heartwrenching. Sure, she wasn’t what one would call a saint, but she was no monster. And seeing this lovely woman try time and again to strike some lady’s fancy, only to return home empty handed no matter what didn’t sit well with her. Maybe she could try to play matchmaker, as she had done so in the past. And with spectacular results at that.

But she would be politely declined time and again. She smiled sweetly, but inside she was furious. She was such a lovely thing, and there were many that she could couple her with! Those with whom she would be so happy, and that would remain by her side forever. She would make sure of that. It had been one of those times, when a buxom vixen walked away, that the woman had commented about her statuesque looks.

Odd wording. And after scratching a bit it all came clear. This lovely thing was passionate about art, sculpture, for more details. And also for women. Joy, oh joy. Gorgeous looks, into statuary and swinging to the side she liked. Check. Check. Check. Jackpot didn’t quite do her justice, now did it?

From there it had been easy earning her full trust, leading her to the lair she loved so very much. And if all her previous talks were anything to go by, she would too. One could say Nora was rather fond of sculpture. In fact, that would be quite the significant understatement. She loved statues, so it was no wonder she had her apartment decorated with plenty of them. She also loved women, so no surprise that all of them depicted gorgeous ladies in all sorts of poses.

And it worked like a charm.

- Eeeeee! -She had to hold back a gleeful squeal of her own as she saw her dear companion gasp and react like a schoolgirl at the sight of her collection.

Full size glass statues dotted her flat, all of them with their own sheen and colour. Not that mattered much, but she enjoyed that no colour repeated itself, with the exception of a couple of statues, a matching set of two. Besides that, her dear guest took no time to notice that they were all very nude, their beauty in full display, and in all sorts of… dynamic poses. And she wouldn’t have them any other way.

- Ohmygosh ohmygosh ohmygosh! They are beautiful! Gorgeous!

- You can keep repeating that. -Nora chuckled, making her way to the kitchen.- What would you like to drink?

- I… uh… I’m gonna leave that up to you. You are much more familiar with them.

“Excellent.” Nora thought as she watched Silvia, approach another statue.

Rendered in crimson crystal was a gorgeous female figure, completely nude with the exception of the high heels she wore. Her body was bent forward, doting her ass with an incredible roundness and displaying her womanhood. She was looking behind her, past her immense tits that hung freely, giving whoever gazed at her a loving smile. And what she loved most about her, the long and straight mane, fell in thick locks, almost like a theatre’s curtain.

And Silvia was almost matching her pose, bent forward and the outfit of the woman clinging to dear life to keep her decency in one piece. A doubtful hand stretched towards her ass, but never quite took the plunge. And even if she only saw her back, she could imagine her expression, a mix of eager anticipation and restraint.

- Feel free to touch. I’m sure she’ll love it.

Her guest almost jumped out of her skin, immediately standing and trying to hide her blush. Nora chuckled, bringing out two tall and lean glasses and several bottles. A tall dark blue one stood in contrast with the rest, a pink liquid along with an orange one and two transparent ones.

- Ooh. That looks promising~

- You won’t forget this one, I promise.

She got to work, mixing and shaking, while Silvia approached another two statues. Two couches occupied the living room, one facing a large tv and another the ample windows that formed the wall. And the latter one was perpetually occupied by The Pinkies. Two buxom beauties, laying on it while the hands of the one below clawed the body of the one on top, her face a mix of emotions and staring elsewhere, howling in silence. As for the one above… she laid on top, on all fours, while sucking one of the nipples of her lover.

- They look amazing. -Said Silvia, gently running a finger along their crystalline forms.

- The result of a night of passion.

- Sounds like a good time.

- A lovely one. -She sighed, remembering that night.- They certainly knew how to move in the bed.

- That good, huh?

- Mhm. -She answered, moving bottles and pouring drinks.

The blonde walked around the apartment, mesmerised by the decoration. And something else too, as she could see the arousal growing in her. Slight shaking, breathing a bit too hard, that permanent blush…

- Ooh, what’s with Miss Kitty-cat over here?

Unlike the previous ones, the crouching green glass woman had a slightly more serene pose, being by a couple of colourful glass plants. Until one took a closer look, that was. Two triangular ears stood on top of her shoulder-length curly hair, and the lack of a tail was something that would remain a thorn on her side forever. But she looked great regardless, crouching and slightly hunched forward. With her hands -or one of them at least- on the floor. Whether she had intended to look like a guardian or not could be up for debate, but watching Silvia, the woman quickly found her true nature.

- Naughty kitty~

“Naughty kitty indeed… Rather fitting for a cougar.” Nora sighed and smiled, watching the woman crouch and caress the glass statue, teasingly going down her arm all the way down to her crotch. She had no way in, but that did not stop her from giving it a teasing caress that circled twice around the crystalline hand, fingers buried deep within her.

The drinks she served released a delightful aroma, a sweetness that blended on the way up. Silvia’s drink darkened a bit, mixing and swirling with a melodic clinking, taking a lovely dusky orange colour. Her own was simpler, but nonetheless alluring. A dark blue that seemed like a distilled night sky, twinkling a bit under the lights as if it had stars of its own. Still missing a couple of things, though.

- How is it going? Do you need help?

- Not at all. I manage quite well on my own, and it’s a delight to see someone appreciate my work.

- You made these?

“Damn it. Careful.” She thought.

- You could say that. -She smiled, sheepishly.- I’m… rather fond of statues.

Her blonde guest closed the distance almost in a blink, leaning forward and looking her dead in the eye. It was almost scary how quickly she could walk with those heels, but her stare was a mix of… well everything, really. Amazement, bewilderment, arousal, curiosity that quickly became genuine interest… even a slight touch of confusion. All of it complemented by those hazel eyes of hers.

-  How?

- Trade secret.

- Aw… No chance you let me in on your secret technique? -she pouted, only to switch tactics. Silvia leaned forward, making sure her melons were in full display and fluttering her eyelids.- I can be very convincing~

The gears of Nora’s mind turned. It was being too easy, and how could she deny such a request from someone with such amazing… eagerness? This lovely woman shared all of her tastes, so of course she would cede. “A keeper, definitely.” She chuckled at the thought.

- What’s so funny?

- I have never met someone with such a passion for art.

- Now you have~

The blonde bounced off, wandering across the flat and towards two statues she had yet to fondle. An excellent chance to add the secret ingredients to the mix, as she opened two small bottles and carefully added their content.

An ensemble of two, formed by chance. One of them was kneeling while she pleasured herself, her curvy beauty in full display. She gleamed with golden light, almost like it came from within her. Her lean figure was for the daring to touch and caress, something that Silvia gladly gave into. She knelt by her hands gently and lovingly following her shape upwards and teasing playfully her erogenous zones. And as much as she would have loved to taste her gleaming golden lips, forever pursed in a kiss, they already had a lover.

Right before her, there was another statue. A latter addition, but Nora kept quiet about it. A gorgeous buxom beauty, her body twisted in pleasure and pose. Her peachy rear, rounded even more so on purpose, was being kissed by the golden lady, while her face was a mix of ecstasy and surprise. One hand before her mouth, for a dramatic flare, and another squeezing one of her immense breasts.

They formed quite the delightful sight, and with Silvia exploring every tiny part of them with wild abandon, they were even better. Hell, maybe she would have joined by just asking…  “Oh crap!” Her poker face never broke, but she pulled back the bottles. She had definitely gone overboard with it… nothing to worry about probably, but boy was her lovely guest a sight to look at.

- Tell you what -she picked the drinks, laying the groundwork and making her way towards her- I will let you in, but on one condition.

- Anything, sweetie~

- You will let me make a statue of you. -She smiled warmly and lovingly, offering the dusk orange drink- Deal?

- Deal.

Silvia took the drink eagerly, a light clink filling the room as they toasted and drank. She had planned to sip the drink away gradually, but Silvia swallowed it all in one go. Nora lowered her own glass, her guest following soon after, panting and slightly flustered, but with a satisfied look on her face.

- You didn’t need to do that, you know?

- I wanted to show you I’m willing to commit. -She smiled, her lips glossy from the drink.- It’s delicious.

- Thank you!

Nora basked in the attention and praise, sipping her drink quietly and patiently. The effects on Silvia were apparent, her breathing growing heavy and the redness in her cheeks brighter. Her eyes darted from one statue to another, her lips curling into a grin that only grew wider by the minute.

- Do you have a favourite?

- Eh?

- Any favourites?

- I… -she looked around again, quietly eyeing the glass statues- I… can’t decide over one. They are all just so beautiful.

- What do you like about them most? -Asked Nora- Honest question?

Silvia giggled at the question, beaming at her host. Arousal was building up way faster than usual, but then again, she had downed the whole thing in a single go. So it wasn’t surprising, at all.

- What’s not to like? Look at them, they are all gorgeous, I would have loved to meet their models. -Silvia gasped- But it’s not just that. Their forms, from their hourglass curves to the roundness of their tits and their asses… How did you manage that? Wouldn’t the glass shatter?

- I have my ways. -Nora said, sipping her drink.

- I’m so looking forward to modelling for you. -More giggles.- Their detail is incredible, from the expressions on their faces, to their… Well, everything! Their eyelashes, their hair! It’s like it was made from individual strands, and merged together into this perfect mass. The one bent and looking behind? Her’s looks amazing!

Nora merely smiled and drank, not saying a word.

- And the two pink ones on the couch? They are incredible! Their detail is incredible! How their bodies adopt and sink under the clawing fingers, I had only seen that in marble before! -She licked her lips- And their poses…

- Yes?

- They are perfect. I can almost imagine all of them moaning and hollering in bliss. -She caressed her bust, looking around at the glass collection- I can only hope I look as good as they do.

Silvia was bursting with arousal, her shaky hands unsure of where to stop. She looked torn between clawing off her clothes and giving in, or wandering off and getting to know some of the statues intimately. She could fantasise over and over with the possible results, and the images made her heartbeat hasten. Either would be lovely, but she was shorter on time than usual.She finished her drink and set the glass down.

- Let’s get to it then.

- Wh-what? -Silvia’s eyes widened as she watched Nora take off her blouse, her bra following suit.- Nora?

- We have a deal, right? Then you will do as told.

Silvia watched mesmerised as the woman easily stepped off her skirt and panties, all while keeping her high-heels on. But Nora’s green eyes were fixed on her, closing the distance with a strut. Each step she took cocked her hips, and each one slightly bounced her generous rack. She completely surrendered herself to her touch, a single finger sliding around her shoulders enough to have her gasp in pleasure.

The Host’s hands made their way down to her bust, lowering the dress and setting Silvia’s own generous breasts free. Nora caressed and squeezed them, teasing the hardened nipples they bore. And the other woman could only whimper and moan at her mercy. The fingers circled around, fuelling her hunger and her lust, the woman overcome with bliss and unable to choose whether to moan or to gasp.

She stumbled back, and into Nora’s arms, feeling a bit stiff. With great expertise, the host slid the dress downwards, unclasping the bra and dragging the panties along. And while doing so she showered her with a flurry of pecks. Down her neck and back, on her round ass and lean legs. And Silvia relished all of it, cupping her breasts and basking in the rising bliss. Taking two small steps was easy, getting rid of the clothes on the floor for good.

Panting and gasping, the women clung to each other, as the guest’s mind became more and more pleasure driven. Her reach was ravenous, and Nora would gladly provide. Making her way up, she sent her way another hail of kisses, one lovingly planted on the crotch and earning the loveliest moan. A teasing rub and up she went, stopping briefly on the bust to fully savour the roundness of the twin mounds.

Silvia trembled in place, panting and gasping, swallowing and trying to keep a modicum of focus. All in vain, of course, but something to be admired. She looked around the flat, maybe with a new understanding of the statues, but Nora cut that thought.

- See any place you would like to pose?

It was a playful slap on that round butt, but it took the woman’s breath away. Leaving the kitchen, she looked at the living room, taking one shaky step after another. Nora turned off the few lights that were on, and followed suit, loving the sight of such a statuesque woman stumbling around.

- You are such a fantastic addition~

The entrance was occupied by the woman with the round ass and looking behind. The living room had the couple on the couch, and towards the rooms were the gold and silver couple as well as the crouching cat lady. The rooms were too far, and knowing Nora, each probably had their own statue too. Probably was one in the bathroom too.

She turned around, returning to the open kitchen. Her eyes were a crazed blend of arousal and surprise, with maybe a teensy tiny bit of realisation, something that received a knowing smile. However, Nora’s smug smile received a wild grin as an answer, the woman caught by surprise as Silvia barrelled forth and caught her in her embrace. Their busts collided, making them moan while their hands clawed the soft body of the other.

The woman leaned forward, pursing her lips and delivering a passionate kiss. Overtaken at first, Nora swiftly pushed back, the tongues brawling in a crazed back and forth. Their hands ran all over their bodies, fully exploring their curves and the assets they flaunted and were so proud of. They broke the kiss, panting as they squeezed their round busts and rears; pinching their hardened nipples and even teasing their blazing crotches, glistening under the dim light.

But with every minute that went by, Silvia’s movements became jankier, stiffer. To anyone else, she could look sore, but Nora knew better. They kissed again, feeling the potion take effect under her own hands. Under her own lips and tongue. Silvia’s fair skin and golden mane took a different hue, darkening and gleaming in the twilight. Her pants and moans became more and more quiet, her whole body -her whole self- becoming a look of smooth perfection.

A glass statue stood now in Silvia’s place, her eyes half-closed and lips locked in a kiss. One leg slightly forward and between Nora’s own, while her right hand clasped a stiff nipple and the other embraced her. Her figure was spectacular, gleaming in the dim light of the night;  frozen in the midst of the whirlwind of bliss and pleasure, and she would be more than a welcome sight in the kitchen.

- Oooh~

Nora stretched backwards, eyes wide with pleasure herself. It had been such a delight. To feel her squirm and buckle, having slid one hand in her nether lips while she transformed. To touch her body as it hardened into that flawless statue of stained glass. She couldn’t wait to see her gleam in the morning, add that gorgeous orange shine to the mix. And besides, she was in a pose that would have to be complemented by another lady.

She slipped, gasping and seeing metaphorical stars. Her glistening and wet crotch was firmly pressed against the statue’s leg, trapped between her and the counter. And no matter how hard she tried, she could not lift her body to sit on the counter. She licked her lips, mustering strength for another try, but to no avail.

The gears in her mind spun and turned again. She didn’t feel tired, but heavy. Her body was difficult to move, and the pleasure was driving her mad. Each time she grinded her crotch against the leg she felt in heaven, always up for another bolt of bliss running across her body.

- O… oh…

Her voice barely came out a whisper, her mind quickly piecing everything together. She panted, trying to calm herself. She had not drunk the potion herself, and it had to have lost potency when mixed with the saliva… She was not new to transforming herself, having spent time as a statue once the formula was properly diluted and watered down… But the dose had been way more than usual.

With the heartbeat slowing down, movements feeling sluggish and her body even more dense. “No… no… I… can’t… become… my own… statue…” The words only sounded in her mind, as she tried to climb out of her current pose one last time. Not that it would work. This last failure anchored her to the floor, womanhood firmly planted and grinding against the leg.

“OOOOOOOAAAAAAAHHH~”

Pleasure ravaged her, looking downwards and seeing her body transform. Her immense breasts darkened the view below, but not for long. Her fair skin darkened into what probably was an indigo sheen, taking the same transparency as the other statues that dotted her home.

With the last of her strength, she moved her arms. Left hand on Silvia’s butt cheek, fitting the mark and shape when she had transformed; right between her lover’s legs, nice and cosy. Finally she leaned forward, mouthing some silent words as she completed the kiss once again. The pleasure bloomed into the most wonderful bliss, one that originated from her crotch and spread across her body. It built up in her breasts, her tits and nipples feeling electric at the boob squish. And from there, it reached her head.

The colour of Silvia filled her sight, dimmed by the night, but enough to stand out and even reflect her dark figure. The night light seeped through her, like a warm blanket or the touch of a lover, lulling her into a pleasant stupor. This sluggishness filled her mind, mixing with the bliss to cloud anything but the pleasure that she basked in, few stray thoughts managing to still cross her mind.

Work…

Monday…

Miss…

Silvia…

Bliss…

Silvia…

Statue…

Bliss…

Statue…

Bliss…

Statue…

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It was clear. More and more. It was different, but good. The night was over, and now the day took its place. The sunlight filled the flat, going through the bodies of the statues and bathing everything in a technicolour dance that only grew more and more intense. There were no closed doors, and always a strategically placed mirror here or there.

It was nice.

The light felt… It felt lovely. It was a different type of bliss. The night rendered her slow and dim. But now she felt absolutely fantastic. It reignited the pleasure inside. Having turned into embers during the night, that fiery passion slowly rose again. That blissful warmth started radiating again from her womanhood, spreading all over with a delightful aftertaste behind. And that warm light permeated all of her, speeding the spread.

Steady but unyielding. If the night felt like a warm blanket and the cuddling touch of a lover, this was the opposite. An unstoppable build-up, a rising fire that was to rage on for the whole day. And the light, the lovely light that kissed her body; it felt like the loving caressed of a hundred lovers, all teasing and adding only fuel to the fire. It burned, hotter and hotter, embers turning into flames, and flames into a raging inferno. A firestorm that sent lightnings of sheer bliss through her form, making her think she would shatter due to the pleasure that threatened to overpower her consciousness.

A palette of colours danced and mixed across the flat. Pink, crimson, green, gold, silver and more that managed to sneak out from their place and join in. And now, so did that sunset orange and her midnight blue.

She would remain looking at Silvia, forever entranced by those sunset eyes, even though she already had her attention from long ago. Reflections of her dark sheen could be seen on her form, maybe something all too appropriate. Would she turn back, the effects dampened by Silvia? Or would she remain like this forever? She didn’t know, and she found herself caring less and less. She was happy and content. To join in the dance of sheens; to gaze into the eyes of that woman; as long as she remained like that, even if it meant it would be forever.