I close the door to my apartment shut, maybe a bit too hard, as the slam echoes down the hallway. Tossing the keys aside, as they land on the ashtray with a solid clink. Ha, score one. Jacket, purse that looks like a pocket dimension, shoes… all of it, away for some time. And with each thing set aside, my spirit lifts higher and higher. Finally, two whole weeks for myself. And I know exactly the perfect way to kick off the vacation. In fact, I have been preparing for it for some time. No obligations, no compromises, nothing to worry about. At least for the next several days.

Maybe I should have something nice before it. A beer, or the like. It sounds tempting, and tonight I celebrate. The apartment is kinda cramped, so the way to the kitchen is pretty much a matter of a few steps, but by the time I make it to the fridge, the mood is gone. Sure, it sounds tempting but… can’t delay, not after knowing what’s next. Oh well.

The hallway is dark, but by now I know it like the back of my hand. It would be embarrassing to get lost in… what, five metres top? And besides, the glow of the streetlights does its job well enough, bathing the whole thing in a dim light. There is this stillness in the air, and the wood groans under the carpet, but the moment I turn on the light of my room, it goes away. The warm tones of the walls and the wooden furniture give the place some rustic charm, even if it does not fully mask the age that shows here and there. Some scratches that were never fixed, or the round edges of aged wood. But, back to what matters, I fix my gaze on the bed, or rather what lies on top.

Almost like it’s patiently waiting, I pick up the laptop in my hands, booting it up as the screen comes to life. All black, with “Updating” on white. Of course. Ok, fine, whatever. I set it down again, taking the chance to take off all of my clothes and toss them to the ground. Not like there’s anyone coming,  so no worries. Still, the air is a bit chilly, maybe I should turn on the heat for a bit… I glance at the screen again.

“Updating… 65%”

Might as well.

Once again towards the kitchen, the chilliness makes every hair stand up. The carpet fends off the cool floor, but that is a no go against the tiles of the kitchen, and man are they cold. Nothing unbearable or the like, but man, is it cold. The heater is set for 30 minutes, and the effects are almost immediate. Probably my mind is playing tricks, but the humming makes the cold go away, even if it’s just the tiniest bit. Making sure the heater has the timer on -that’s one thing I do NOT want to repeat- I switch off the light and make my way back.

Actually, hold it a sec there. I make my way back, which is three or four steps, but enough to peer into the living room. The biggest room in the flat, plenty of space I could use should I need it. Maybe I could make it a bit more special that I had originally planned. Yeah, moving from the bedroom to the living room in a single person apartment, wow, big change Ana. But still, it can be fun, a bigger light, a comfortable couch… yeah, that should do it.

Each step I take makes me bounce a bit, less of a walk and more of a prance, and I can’t help but chuckle at my own antics. Look at you Ana, giddy like a schoolgirl. And that excitement does nothing but soar the moment I lay eyes on the laptop again. The dark plastic is now lit up by the screen, a simple picture of lush greenery taking all of it, while files and folders line up in orderly columns to the left of it.

Finally.

Picking the computer in my arms, a notification pops up while I make my way back to the living room. “The OS has been successfully updated.” Wonderful, switching the lights on and moving the coffee table to the side. Great, plenty of room in the middle with the carpet beneath… just in case. The couch groans a bit as I sit down, it feels chilly, especially down there, but between my body and the heater, it will warm up in no time.

The moment the browsers boots up I click on an icon. It has no name on the bookmark bar, save for a single dot. Not that I need one though. The screen loads for a moment, before I’m greeted by a disclaimer. Yeah, yeah, I know how it goes. Cam on for pics and location on. My data is already on the web anyway, and this remains here. Made sure of it after scouring the web in search for the slightest hint of what went down. The moment I click accept, there’s a sight I love.

A screen of black, with a title of white letters on the very top of it. “Gorgon AI” it reads, the o’s having a snake-like green pupil within. Beneath there’s two choices, the letter font being like carvings on marble slabs. “Gallery” and “Fate”. But my eyes quickly look to the right, where Silvia is. The so-called secretary of the place, and welcome committee for anyone that might swing by. As gorgeous as always, posed sitting cross legged on a pedestal  with her hands on her knees. Despite being buck naked, she has this tranquil expression on her face, displaying her lean body with a confident smile.

All of her is a fantastic ruby sheen, polished and gleaming under the light. The surface is smooth and perfectly sculpted, almost like it was a rendered picture or a superb photo manipulation. But I know better. All that visit know. No idea how, but there was only one way that pose, the form of her body, her expression and the bun that tied her hair were so perfectly sculpted. The ruby statue was her.

I’m no longer feeling chilly, quite the opposite, and the sight of her only makes me feel hotter. I fidget in place. This one has been one of her best results, though I really liked that one time she became that wonderful ice statue… and the robot transformation was fun too. It had not happened again, but she somehow managed to set up a chat for both assistance and sexting. I loved this site so much.

With a click I enter the gallery, see what’s new. How many hours have I spent here? Not that I care, but I really enjoyed every single minute of them. Nifty thing about the site is that each time it takes a pic of you if you tempt fate, adding the description of the roll to the picture. Pretty nice to see recurring faces go through different things.

The picture I click on displays a polished amethyst statue. A petite woman, her hair tied in a ponytail, trying to cover her nude figure… and failing at it. She looks at the screen with a bit of a surprised expression, standing slightly sideways in a room with a wardrobe behind her. One of her hands is trying to cover her modest bust, while the other, along her flexed leg, tries its best with her crotch. She did not get lucky though, as one of her nipples ended up over her arm and the other peeking among her fingers. As for her crotch… almost. The hand and the leg were close, but not close enough, her womanhood visible in her precious form.

Liber, your fate is…

You will be stripped completely naked…

You will be turned into an amethyst statue…

You are posed trying but failing to cover yourself modestly…

You will stay that way for the next 6 hours!

I ogle her shiny figure. Lucky girl… She would look so amazing right next to Silvia. I would love to suggest for someone with skill to take several pics and kind of merge them into one, maybe with a museum or a gallery as a background. Shame this thing has no forum though. I would love to ask the creators stuff like how many variations there are for gemstones, stones and metals. Or what’s the oddest option there is.

Scrolling down a tiny bit, I stop at a wonderful sight, one that makes me feel funny down there. A bombshell of a woman, her shoulder length hair cut wonderfully smooth and covering her right eye. The only visible one is a blank orb that looks back, her full lips curled into a sultry smile enough to make me giggle. Her body is curvy and oozes sexiness, the dark brown surface looking even glossier and mouth watering. The shape of her breasts somehow enhanced by the interlocked arms beneath them. Shame that she went with a closeup shot, almost a portrait, because I would kill to see the rest of that marvelous figure.

Chiselle, your fate is…

You will be stripped down to one article of clothing…

You will be turned into a chocolate statue…

You feel playful, giving a flirtatious smile as you transform…

You will stay that way for the next 3 days!

Three whole days! Lucky girl. Scrolling further down, I revisit some of my old rolls. There’s way more people I thought there would be when I first found this place, but I manage to find one. A busty anime girl with vibrant blue hair looks back, her expression hidden behind a mask that covers her lower face while she stands on one leg. The other is flexed and her arms remain close to her body, an odd blend of boxing and kickboxing with that dramatic flare.

BlankNick55, your fate is…

You will be stripped down to one article of clothing…

You feel defiant, but the transformation freezes you before you can act…

You will be turned into a plastic anime doll…

You will stay that way for the next 90 minutes!

Saying it had not been fun would be a big fat lie, as I recalled the description fondly. Seeing my former anime tits on screen was such a turn on. Finally getting to live one of my childhood fantasies, even if it was not as pure as imagined back then. But I wish I got something that lasted longer, something that happened time and again. The longest I had drawn was a whole day. My body shivered a bit at the sight of the photos, shaky hands scrolling down further while ogling the pictures I love so much. Bunch of complete strangers brought together by such a thing, and trusting enough to even do this.

I go back to the main page, looking at Silvia once more. As lovely as she is, time for me to kick off my vacation. I stand up, feeling my crotch a bit sensitive while doing so, but I set the laptop where I have been sitting. Someone to keep the spot warm. I try to shake off my nerves, the thrill of doing it again, the eagerness to find out what I get this time. Done it plenty of times, but my pulse is still shaky each time. I tempt fate once again.

BlankNick55, your fate is…

You will be stripped completely naked…

You will be turned into a bronze statue…

You are posed down on one knee…

You will stay that way permanently!

My heart skips a beat, eyes glued to the screen. No way. No fucking way I got a permanent transformation. The screen flashes for a moment and my body moves on its own, bending the knees and locking them in the pose. Left leg down, right flexed and body fully upright. Wait. Wait, wait, wait. Isn’t this too soon? Shouldn’t there be some sort of evolution? Something that feels natural? Days or a week, or even a month? Going straight to this is… is…

A familiar tingling begins to crawl all over my body. My hands shake and my breathing quickens. The transformation begins to make itself known, my fair skin begins to darken, taking a bronze tan that even the most expensive solarium cannot hope to match. The metallic humming fills my mind, making my body shiver in place, almost to the beat of it. It shakes me to my very soul. I have done this a lot of times, but never like this. This time it was for real.

Looking down, I see my breasts, not the biggest nor the roundest, but good enough. They obscure the sight below, and I can barely see anything else besides them and my legs. But that’s enough. Before my very eyes, my breasts darken into a lovely bronze sheen, quickly taking an alluring metallic shine. The humming grows stronger, as my breasts harden into perfectly moulded metal, almost like it was melted and given that specific shape. My form.

I try to moan and gasp, but I can’t. Not even a whisper or a metallic groan. I feel my body stiffen and the pose harden, the motions robotic and stiff. Almost as if I am too sore to move, but I still manage to give my breasts a squeeze. Their form doesn’t change at all, but it feels wonderful, almost enough for my eyes to roll like crazy. And my nipples, forever erect, even with robotic moves I still manage to give them one last pinch. The moan in my mind carries a metallic clang to it, or so I imagine it, as I scream and revel in pleasure. The bliss shakes me fully, almost like an echo that travels through me. And it feels great~

My hands make their way up, across the chest and up the neck. Around my face and reaching for my hair. A shoulder-length wavy cut that barely moves at the motion. But I still manage to bury them within the bronze waves. Oooh~ Even the lightest touch is… too much. It’s too much. It’s getting harder and harder to move, and the pleasure keeps bouncing through me. Through my bronze body, and it feels so… so yummy… and so… sexy~

There is a flash that fills the room, and the one thing that brings me back to my senses. The laptop. The laptop is loading, displaying a photo that gradually gains definition and detail. Oh.. Oh my god. That’s… that’s me. The bronze statue, gleaming in all her glory is me. My hands run through my hair, while I try to transmit the bliss in slightly parted lips and blank eyes. Not that I’m gonna make it justice… My breasts draw my gaze, ogling my own reflection, feeling a light tickle in them as I imagine their shape. Beautiful bronze tears with a solid nipple on top. And then there’s my lower body. Shame I won’t get to see my ass again, because it has to be wonderfully round in this pose… and speaking of which, I spy with my little eye a glistening womanhood. Oooh, maybe someday I’ll be joined by someone, who poses with me, teasing her bronze lover…

That reminds me. The location is active, and the photo just got posted. Is… is someone coming for me? To take me where? Am I going to be on display? God, I hope I get put on display. Or if not, some place of honour in a collection. But what about my… my everything? My job, the rent… everything. Do I have voice on this? Or not? Maybe I shouldn’t have skimmed through that disclaimer.  I would have liked to stick around for a longer time. Not that I dislike this, just… wanted to make it more progressive. From minutes to hours, hours to days, days to weeks… so on and so forth. Now that I think about it, what would happen if there was more than one person in camera when someone rolls? Do both transform, or only the “player”?

Eh… not much I can do about it now, right? Not like there’s a forum for suggestions, or that I can leave one… My eyes go back to the screen. Crap, it’s darkened a bit… best make it count while I can. I look at my figure. I’m a statue, gleaming bronze metal. And now that I think about it, I don’t recall any previous permanent transformations? Is this the first one? What will be the reaction of the rest of the people? Will they pity me? A poor soul lost to her lust and to fate? Or will they envy me? Still, talk of the town for sure.

I go from one thing to another. About where I would end. About a possible future lover. Maybe she’ll be bronze too, so that we match together? Or maybe something different, like stone, for contrast? I can’t wait for it. Or maybe yes, I can. And I will have a gloriously good time while doing so, as I bask in the pleasure and my reflection in the black screen of the laptop. I giggle and moan in my mind, fantasising about my new life, my new self. Oh, the possibilities…