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"Do you know what we do here, Son?" The old man asked Alex as they walked down the ornate hall. The roof was held aloft by dozens of marble pillars, most of the normal design apart from a few that had sculptures of naked women acting as Atlas and holding up the building. "Y-yes, sir," Alex stammered, not knowing if he was about to lose his job or not. "Then tell me," the man turned to him, "Why is it that you have yet to turn a profitable quarter?" Alex stopped in his tracks, "I- uh- I don't know, sir," he scrambled for words, being pushed into a corner, "But I do other stuff around the place. Stuff that others would say is helpful." "I see," the man retorted, lighting a cigar, "And I pay you for this 'stuff' and not to sell? Is that it? Are you my damn handyman now?" Anger filled the man's eyes as he approached Alex, forcing the boy to retreat a little until his back hit a normal-looking pillar. "N-no, sir," he faltered, his voice losing what little confidence it had, "I'm sorry. If you'd just give me another chance, I swear I will make up for it. Please, just don't fire me." "Fire you?" The man scoffed, "I won't be doing any such thing. In fact, I am changing your official title to 'Support Staff'. I think it's a little more your speed." Before Alex could even ask what that meant, the man pushed him into the pillar, forcing his body into the stone structure.

The cold texture of the stone immediately caused Alex to wince as he fell further into the object. Instead of the hard, immovable surface one would expect of rock, it felt almost liquid, welcoming his body. He tried to wiggle free, but the gray pillar held him tight, its surface seeping over his skin, changing it. Panic set in as Alex lost autonomy, his body being forced into whatever position the stone willed it to be. He felt his arms reach up, grasping the top as if holding it over his head. His legs below his knees disappeared into the rock, acting as if he had always been a part of it.

The man smiled as he watched Alex's body change in a different way. His chest started to heat up in contrast to the cool rock surrounding him as fat built up on it. Pleasure and confusion scratched at his mind as a pair of breasts spouted from his body, jiggling freely in the air. His waist caved inwards, forcing all the mass downwards, as if he was a toothpaste tube being squeezed, and into his widening hips and ass until he had the silhouette of a bombshell. His hair flowed down his back, tickling his new curves as it extended until it tied itself into a cutesy hairstyle. A whimper was all he could muster as his sex inverted, leaving him with the smooth groin of a woman.

The man reached out, stroking Alex's tits before it was too late. The transformation marched onward, the new woman's skin turning to the very same stone that trapped her. The soft flesh of her assets became cold and unyielding as they were converted into marble. A tear escaped her eye right before her face become stuck in a perpetual look of sorrow as her face turned from flesh to rock. The man wiped the tear from Alex's breast as it rolled down her cleavage, flicking it away and smiling at the new pillar. "I do think this position is much better suited for you," he smirked before turning and leaving the girl to her new eternity.