--Tit For Tat --

“Toby look out!” Petra screamed.

Toby took his eyes off Petra’s hardened bosom long enough to swerve his automobile back into his correct lane and out of the path of an oncoming vehicle. “Sorry,” he gasped, trying desperately to keep his eyes on the road and not on his date’s chest.  “Uhm, how about getting a pizza at Pestroni’s in town?  Then we can go catch a flick at the drive-in later, okay?”

Petra, also somewhat distracted with her brand-spanking-new enhanced breasts, agreed while trying to figure out in her mind how she would deal with these weighty problems of hers.  She wasn’t all that self-conscious about Toby staring at her tits, in fact she sort of found it arousing.  It was the fact that her breasts were weighing her down that was causing her to have conniptions not to mention back strain.

Toby pulled into the parking lot and the two young adults walked over to the pizza parlor. It was a minor miracle that Toby hadn’t crashed his car considering how many times he glanced over to peek at her bosom. A number of people began staring at Petra as she passed.  As they took their seats in a booth, Petra noticed more and more glances in her direction.  Nothing like being on center stage, she thought.

As the evening progressed, what began as a distraction, soon became a minor irritation as Petra, accustomed to the stares and attention, wished people weren’t so blatant in staring. It was a mixed blessing now that everyone’s eyes seemed to be on her. At least twice, the pizza delivery boys crashed into doors on their way out as they struggled to get a longer glance at her breasts.  Not to mention the dropped pizza dough being flipped by the pizza chef every time she stood up from her seat to stretch her back.  She liked being the center of people’s attention, yet the need to constantly arch her back and thrust her shoulders back to take some of the weight of the rock hard globes on her chest was beginning to take its toll.  If she didn’t sit with perfect posture she felt like she could fall face-flat onto the table.  Having stone breasts certainly must be doing wonders my chiropractor’s bill, she thought. It’ll get better at the movies, she kept telling herself. At least it will be dark…and I can slouch a little…

At the drive-in Petra and Toby sat watching the R-rated thriller film. For the first couple of minutes the two sat separately, but as the passions smoldered onscreen, the two began to inch closer and closer to each other.  Toby nudged up against Petra’s shoulder and she reciprocated by snuggling up against him.  It wasn’t more than a few moments after the first romantic scene  that  Toby’s hand was around Petra’s shoulder and she edged closer to him as the risque sex scene played on the big screen.  At a particularly passionate moment onscreen, Toby leaned over and kissed Petra, who reciprocated as she leaned towards him.  When they exchanged a passionate kiss Toby’s hands began to slide down Petra’s arms toward  her chest.  Caught up in the moment, Petra didn’t stop his roaming hands before they were under her shirt and firmly planted on her equally firm breasts.  Expecting to cop a feel of soft flesh, Toby drew back in surprise as his hand found not a squeezable melon but a hardened pair of rocks on Petra’s chest.  It wasn’t exactly what he was expecting.

“What the hell?” Toby, jolted, stared at Petra’s chest and then at her astonished, then regretful face.

“Ahm…would you believe silicon implants?” Petra offered sheepishly.

--Petrific-Action --

“Well I hope you’re satisfied!” Petra stormed into Julie’s room.  Julie was sitting on her bed dressed in a robe reading research notes.

“Did Toby get his or should I say YOUR rocks off?” Julie sounded amused.

“Thanks for the great evening!” Petra sarcastically fumed.  “I bet Toby thinks I’m some weirdo now with a pair of tits that are hard as…”

“Those found on a bust?” Julie punned again as she laughed aloud.

“It’s not funny!” Petra tried to make her case as she pulled her t-shirt off and exposed her marble breasts.

“I know, but I think it was poetic justice for you to go out partially petrified after you spent the majority of the day petrifying people. Hmm?  Did we learn a lesson today?” Julie countered.

“Just change them back, okay?” Petra asked sincerely.

“Okay, hold still,” Julie stifled another bout of the giggles as she aimed the red ring at Petra’s marble-enhanced bustline.  “You know the problem with those silicon implants…”

“I’ve heard that one already,” Petra sighed in exasperation.  “Just use the damn ring, okay?!” Petra watched eagerly as her hardened breasts lost their marble whiteness, and  finally, softened into the globes she had come to know and appreciate so well.  “You should have seen Toby’s face when he touched them,” she said as she cupped her tits to make sure all the stoney hardness had been taken away.

“I bet it was priceless,” Julie smiled as she reached across the bed and held up the scrapbook Petra had assembled.  “I’ve been looking through this all night and I think you’re onto a good idea.  We really should document the petrification experiments in some manner.”

“You mean more pictures?  Or like, videotape?” Petra sounded excited again.

“Perhaps, I’ll think about it in the morning,” Julie handed the scrapbook back to Petra.

Petra headed to her room.  “Yes, and I’m thinking it’s about time you got a taste of the ring…” she said under her breath.

--Getting Even—

Julie slipped under her covers and drifted off into a restful sleep.

Petra, in the meantime was hatching some schemes.  Laying in her bed, panty-less, she caressed her body and waited as the hours ticked by.  At 4:00 a.m., unable to sleep and bristling with ideas formulated through the night, Petra snuck into the quiet hallway and slinked down to Julie’s room.  Quietly opening the bedroom door, the mischievous girl silently and stealthily crept to Julie’s dresser.  There as Petra suspected was the jewelry case containing the petrifying/restoring rings.  Petra slipped the rings onto her fingers and slid under Julie’s bed to bide some time.

It seemed like days waiting for the appropriate moment, but Petra willed herself to stay awake.  When Julie’s alarm began buzzing, Petra almost jumped out of her skin.  Did I fall asleep?  Is Julie gone?  No, she could feel Julie tossing up above on the mattress and Petra began her countdown to payback.   Finally the moment arrived as a sleep-deprived Petra watched a dazed Julie crawl out of bed and stagger toward her bathroom.  Julie peeled off her t-shirt nightie, revealing her bare back and white cotton panties.  Petra stared as Julie slid the underwear down her legs and entered the bathroom.  A few seconds later Petra could hear the water running and the shower door being opened and shut again. Here’s my moment…the covert girl thought.

Julie stood in the flow of warm water spraying out from the shower-head.  She let the refreshing liquid cascade down her back, soaking her blond hair and plastering it to the back of her head.  Julie turned around and basked in the delicious fluid striking her naked breasts and trickling down her stomach and rolling down in beads between her legs.  She shook her head slowly, flinging droplets and turned, letting the water strike every inch of her body.  She didn’t even hear the intruder entering the bathroom.

Petra tiptoed closer to the shower.  She could see the silhouette of Julie behind the steamed glass door.  Here it comes, Julie, Petra gloated to herself.  Payback’s a bitch!  Petra grasped the handle of the shower door.  Ready or not…

Julie was in the middle of letting the downpour spray across her face. As she brought her arms up her slick moistened body the shower door suddenly flung open.  Julie gasped as she instinctively spun to see Petra aiming the green ring directly at her!

“Surprise!” Petra screamed at the top of her lungs as she squeezed the activation trigger on the ring. Julie gasped and froze, literally. Instantaneously, the naked woman lost her flesh-tone color and was rendered into a marble nude.  As the water continued to sprinkle down onto the stone statue, Petra could only stare awestruck at the results of using the ring.  Her quarry had been literally ‘quarried’ and was now a motionless figure of stone.  “Oh wow…” Petra mouthed softly as she turned off the spray of water.  The droplets ran down the white-washed body, giving the marble a slicker, shinier look than usual.  The silent statuary she had created stood gloriously naked.  Julie’s petrified right hand was reaching toward her soaked crotch but had been frozen just-so-close-but-yet-so-far from covering her stoney womanhood.  Outstretched marble fingers hoped to cover her dripping pubic hair but had failed when turned to stone just short of their goal.  Similarly, Julie’s left hand stretched to her right breast, but her fanned fingers unsuccessfully covered the erect and hardened nipple protruding between.  Petra reached out and touched the uncovered left breast.  The wet marble stone was slick and Petra’s fingers slid off the moistened stone with a squeak.  “You look sooo good Julie…” Petra licked her lips and explored the helpless petrified woman with her fingertips.  Almost every other time she had petrified someone she was under the pressure of time to restore the victim to normalcy. Now she could linger and stare as long as she wanted in the privacy of her own home.  The tactile sensation of feeling a petrified woman was second only to the feeling of her own body as it was semi-petrified.

“Revenge is cold dish, isn’t it Julie?  Cold and hard!” Petra crouched to get a look at the tangled petrified pubic hairs between Julie’s thighs.  She reached up hesitatingly up one of the thighs and around the marbled buttocks.  “You look so perfect in stone.  In fact you look so good that you should be placed somewhere where everyone can see you…”

--Fountain Pieced--

“Easy…easy, guys!  Careful!” Petra cautioned as the workers eased the petrified figure of Julie Covington onto the pedestal in the middle of the fountain in the mansion’s front court.  The workermen slowly laid the Julie-statue’s feet square onto a dabbing of quick-drying cement which would hold her immovably in place.  It took an awkward moment of trying to explain how on earth a life-sized statue had ended up in a shower, but Petra figured her explanation of an elaborate practical joke sufficed.  Rich people are probably thought of as eccentric anyway, and the workers were being paid very generously by Petra to do the job most discreetly while the house was mostly deserted.  Only Fifi was inside, and Petra knew she could count on the loyal maid to remain quiet even if she didn’t know quite what was going on.  Petra had the work crew in and off the grounds in a little under five hours, most of which was spent delicately moving the statue of Julie from the upstairs bathroom to the outdoor fountain.  Mounting the statue on the empty capital was the easy part.  Petra always thought the fountain was quite drab, Julie’s
presence certainly brightened it.  Julie was just a much more contemporary version now of the statues which once graced great
fountains.

“She looks pretty good up there,” Petra said to herself as she watched the workers remove the padded ropes which had supported the statue. With the figure firmly cemented in place, Julie wasn’t going to be going anywhere soon.  Not that her stone body would allow her to move anyway…

When the work crew departed, Petra took out her camera and began taking pictures of Julie from all angles.  Zoom in on her face, petrified in fright.  Full-figure shot.  Close-up of the perfect ass.  Another zoom on the breasts.  A little later I can videotape some footage that Julie would be able to use for her ‘research’.  Time enough for that later, after all Julie wasn’t going anywhere now!  “There’s nothing like first-hand experience, is there, Julie?” Petra spoke enticingly.  “Being made of solid stone now you can appreciate the feelings I have about the pure joy, the power of being able to command everyone’s attention.

Standing in the bright sunlight under a blue, cloudless day,  Julie remained stone-silent as Petra continued to snap away.   It was a perfect pose, Petra admitted.  Julie’s shocked and sudden petrification had resulted in a very classical-looking bathing nymph or goddess pose. Trying futilely to protect her modesty with widened sightless eyes and stretched open mouth, Julie was a definite marble masterpiece.

A small robin fluttered out of the sky and landed on Julie’s whitened shoulder.  Petra giggled at Julie’s oblivious marble state to her avian companion as an idea suddenly struck her.  “Have fun Julie, I’ll catch you later!  Don’t move!” Petra waved at the petrified woman as she departed back into the house.

--Hitting the Beach --

“Boy all this hard work has me beat.  I need to take a rest.  Nothing like hitting the beach!” Petra giggled as she headed to her room.  So what if it was a school day.  (I don’t need no stinking classes!)  She took out her pink string bikini, threw it in her beach bag with a towel and suntan lotion, sunglasses, and sandals before stopping by Julie’s room.  Petra swiped the car keys off Julie’s dresser in a deft snatch (she won’t be needing these for awhile I think!) and peeled away from the mansion while blowing the petrified fountain piece a kiss.

Petra drove for about half an hour until she found a pretty secluded spot on the beach.  It was a quiet weekday and there wasn’t anyone around (nobody to see me play hooky!).  A lifeguard tower stood a few hundred yards down the beach, but it didn’t look like it was manned at the moment.  For now, Petra was alone on this sunny day and she was enjoying this peace and solitude.  As she lay in the warm sun her thoughts reflected the past few weeks.  How she had innocently dropped by Julie’s lab that fateful day.  How she was at once amazed and delighted at the invention Julie had concocted.  How she had volunteered herself to be the first person to be turned completely to stone and back. How Julie’s rival, Daphne would become the unwitting second recipient of the petrifying ray. How Petra had petrified numerous coeds that day she swiped the rings.  And that unforgettable night she had played with using the ring upon her own body.  Who could have known the invention of a silly little petrifying ring could turn her life upside down? Who could have predicted how she would learn to relish the ability to turn people to stone and enjoy the feeling of becoming stone herself.  Who woulda thought?

Speaking of turning people to stone…a group of college-aged kids had entered the picture and set up a volleyball net nearby.  A couple of pretty buff guys in drawstring shorts were challenging a pair of buxom brunettes in flower print and bright yellow bikinis.  Two more girls, a blonde in a colored swirl bikini chatting with an Asian girl dressed in a blue bikini with really long black hair straight down to her butt were standing off-court and rooting for their fellow females.  One more guy wearing sunglasses and a tight black speedo swimsuit stood next to the girls.  They all looked like they were having a lot of fun.  Maybe they’d like to enjoy it forever? Petra smiled.

20--Hardbodies on the Sand--

Oh this is too good an opportunity to let pass by, Petra thought as she sat up and peered over her lowered sunglasses and watched the bronzed bodies jumping, diving and bouncing.  She walked across the beach slowly, trying to mentally figure out the mechanics in her mind.  She stood across -court from the three non-players, about a few yards from the line markers and stared at the players.  They were all physically fit and glistened with sweat.  One of the girls leapt high to spike the ball and Petra couldn’t help but notice the pronounced jiggle as she landed in the sand. As the game continued she slowly walked around the court boundaries.  She stood next to the guy in the speedos and walked slowly around him.  He smiled and watched as Petra seductively walked around him and the two girls, one of which looked like she took offense at this stranger eyeing him.  Petra noticed that she had noticed and smiled back at her as she continued circling the court like a shark hunting her prey.  Finally just behind one corner of the court, next to the Asian girl, she had her angle.  'Just wait for the right opportunity… wait… wait…' Petra thought as one of the female players underhand served the ball.  "Gotcha!"  Petra said aloud as she activated her green petrifying ring and bathed all the players and spectators in one wide beam.  The volleyball seemingly spun in slow motion as the participants all froze in their positions.  The ball landed in the sand untouched as the court was taken over by statues wearing colorful swimwear.

Petra stared at the frozen tableau.  One of the observing girls, the blonde, had turned her head (to glare?) at Petra when she was instantly petrified.  The girl serving the ball was still frozen with her right arm in the position where it made contact with the ball.  Fist clenched, left arm swung behind for balance.  The teammate had her arms up in the air as if ready to block an incoming volley from the male team.  She was extended to her full height, graceful and slim with her gray stoney breasts squeezed together and legs fully straightened.  The two males were crouched and looking up at the ball, ready to pounce and slam it back to the women.  They remained unmoving in stoney perpetuity, waiting forever for that return serve.

Petra promptly stripped off the shorts from the two male players as best she could.  It took a little tearing of fabric to get the clothing past their frozen knees.  She stepped back to admire the pair of Greek Gods in action.  Then Petra reciprocated the strip-off with the bikini-clad female players, who became equally nude Greek Goddesses.  The out-stretched brunette’s breasts remained fixed in their voluminously squeezed position.  The impression of the bikini top was still indented into the now hardened mammaries.  Too bad, Petra pouted, she was otherwise a very nice statue to look at.  Her friend on the other hand, frozen in the act of serving the ball, was beautiful poetry frozen in motion.  Like a marble snapshot.  Petra draped her arm around the frozen player and looked across the court.  The four frozen players made an interesting story.  Petra imagined it could be titled ‘Gods and Goddesses at Play’ if they were in a museum.  She looked at the three onlookers, whose stilled whitened bodies dressed in colorful clothing made them look like modern mannequins in a display.  Petra walked over to the guy who had checked her out earlier.

“Talk about chiseled features,” Petra laughed as she stroked the smooth chest of the statued male onlooker.  She dropped his swimsuit to his ankles and grabbed a handful of petrified crotch.  Petra massaged the rock hard cock and balls in her soft fingers and she playfully pretended to stimulate the hardened penis.  Feeling hot (and not just due to the sun) she peeled down her pink bottom and embraced the marble man. Pressing her soft flesh close and tight to the cold marble body she began moving up and down slowly, letting the petrified genitals stimulate and open her own eager vagina.  “HHmmm…” Petra sang, as she rubbed the stone penis against her body.  If it wasn’t already hard it would have been!  She almost got the feeling it would spring up in an erection due to her energetic motions.  Petra fondled her breasts, pushing them out of her pink bikini top and kneading them with much gusto.

“Now for dessert,” she strode over to the two female onlookers and undid their soft fabric bikinis, leaving them as nude statues on the sand. “She stood in front of the former blonde and kissed the statue’s lips. “Getting jealous of me, huh?” she teased to the sculpture who had her arms crossed and was looking at where Petra was a few minutes ago.  “If only you could see what I just did to your boyfriend!”  Petra bent over and kissed the statue’s nipples tenderly.  She then caressed both the blonde and Asian girls’ marble buttocks (now firmer than they had ever been before) and worked her way up to their petrified crotches.  With a finger tracing the crack between each girl’s legs, Petra slunk into the depths of personal ecstasy.  She imagined her own cunt petrified and almost froze her own pussy into stone when she was interrupted by a figure running across the beach to her.

“What the hell is going on here?” the woman yelled.

“Wha-?” Petra gasped in surprise.

--StatueWatch--

Petra froze.  Somehow she had gotten so carried away in her granite groping that she had not seen nor heard the lifeguard approaching. What a great time to be caught with my pants down, so to speak.

The woman was a stacked (38DD bra-size at minimum), wavy-haired blonde in a tight red one-piece swimsuit and she was carrying one of those floaty thingies just like the girls on that tv show did.  She was shocked, to say the least, to see a semi-nude girl fondling a bunch of nude statues on this isolated stretch of beach.  She stopped about three yards short of Petra and the two nude female statues.  “Would you like to explain what you’re doin-“

Petra turned the lifeguard to stone in an instant.  The woman’s honey brown tan became alabaster white as she became a marble figure. Delighted at a new statue to examine, Petra didn’t hesitate to strip off the red swimsuit from the newly statued lifeguard and fondle those impressive stoney breasts and pert petrified nipples.  The statue’s pubic hair was shaved close into a thin stripe and Petra licked at it like a thirsty dog. “You’re pretty hot for a lifeguard.  Guess the tv show got something right…”  Petra rubbed her bare ass against the statue’s crotch.  The prickly stone follicles scratched Petra’s soft butt like a really rough brillo pad.  “Oooooh!” Petra screamed as she turned and fell to her knees to eagerly taste the stone pussy again and again.

Something about having oral sex with the statues seemed to really turn her on! It was like a horrible addiction she could not resist any longer.  Petra moved to each statue she had created and gingerly probed both the hardened male and female anatomies with her tongue as best she could given their inflexible stoney natures.

After a few more minutes of groping and admiring the all-naked statues, Petra lay on the sand, exhausted.  What was supposed to be a relaxing day at the beach had unintentionally turned into an orgy of delight for her.  Like those old Roman orgies.  Petra suddenly had an idea. Maybe there was some way to spread around the fun…like at a party!  Petra lay in the sun thinking of all the possibilities.  I could throw a party for some special friends at the mansion.  No one else is staying there right now except me and Julie, and grandpa is going on a golfing trip out of state this weekend…and Julie’s a statue right now…and I could dismiss the staff except for Fifi and hire some entertainment, a caterer…then it hit her.  A toga party!  It perfectly fit the theme of polished stone hardbodies displayed about her.

One more bolt of inspiration hit her. Live statues as entertainment! But not in the way they were advertised… Petra hurriedly packed up her stuff as ideas began flooding her mind.  She would need to get everything squared away if she was going to make it all work out in time for the weekend.  Petra grabbed her beach bag and hesitated at the marbled tableau.  Four volleyball players, the three onlookers and the lifeguard stood silently, frozen in time. Together they made a scene, one which would be worthy of remaining on this beach forever to display the perfection of their physical bodies.  Petra considered letting them stay this way, but couldn’t leave the lifeguard here especially when the beach was going to get a lot more crowded in the afternoon. So Petra aimed the red ring at the group and restored them all to normalcy as she ran across the beach to her car.  Guess I have ethics after all, petrifying innocent bystanders notwithstanding.  The surprised former statues found themselves undressed in what seemed like a mere milli-second to their confused senses. The women shrieked and the men gasped as they covered themselves up with as best they could in their state of befuddlement.