Nothing like a good, old-fashioned A.S.F.R. fantasy

Friendly tentacles
Into the vortex

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As the projector’s strange light bathed her body from above, Anne felt a cold tingling spreading rapidly upwards from her feet. A crackling filled the air, and behind the tingling her skin felt cold and hard. She realized she was growing stiff, and she looked over her shoulder just as the tingling line of petrification reached her perfect breasts. ‘Oh, what’s happen–‘ was all she had time to say before her surprised face was a silent image in stone. The projector clicked off, and a lifelike statue was all that was left of Anne.

The image is reblogged from this 29 March 2015 post at Infernal Wonders. It’s deeper provenance appears to run back to the tumblr of rastatue.