Part 2:

Mark started laughing nervously trying to piece together what just happened, not taking notice to the circlet which mysteriously made its way from his hand to the top of his head.

Megan lurched forward, grabbing at her newly-restored head with both hands. "Ohh my HEAD!" she said, squeezing her eyes shut. "What the hell happened?" she asked.

Mark stood up and stumbled back, the torch on the floor illuminated the two of them. “Y- you fucking died Megan. Like dead dead. Your head was mashed fucking potatoes. I think this…” Mark said, looking down at his hand, now realizing the crown wasn’t there. He stood for a moment in confusion looking around the floor. Finally taking notice it was on his head he pointed at it in a very animated gesture.

“THIS, brought you back to life. Megan.” He said with joy, “ I think we found the real deal.”

For a moment, Megan's eyes lit up and almost seemed to share in the joy Mark felt. However that was quickly replaced by her eyes narrowing in an intent look as she then delivered, "Well then what the hell are you doing wearing it! Hand it over!!"

Mark began to back peddle away from her “Can we just hold on for a moment, we don’t even know what all this thing can do.”

"That's exactly why I can't trust it atop your stupid head! Now hand it OVER!!" she shouted.

Mark, sick of her, shouted back “I said hold on!” In a powerful voice swiping his hand horizontally in front of him, which caused Megan to stop in her tracks. Now completely silent. “Thank you. Looks like I can use this thing to make you shut up at least” he said, taking a deep breath, not realizing the thin red line appearing across her neck.

Megan suddenly took on a shocked expression that replaced the one of anger. She tried to say something, but no sound came out of her mouth besides the clicking of her tongue. Her eyes then took on a look of terror behind her glasses as her head started to tilt back.

Mark watch as her head tipped back behind her shoulders and fell to the ground with a hard smack. Her body stumbled forward a couple feet before collapsing to the ground, the wet spot in her shorts growing even more. He locked eyes with the shocked head, mouth still moving as if to say something to him.

Megan's body twitched randomly, once again without a head to control it. She continued to soil her clothes even more.

Her head saw all this out of the corner of her eye.

Mark saw that she seemed to be mouthing, "Why?"

“Oh my god Megan, I’m so sorry,” Mark said honestly, “I only meant to stop your vocal chords.”

He grabbed her body by its armpits, blood gushing out of her neck and down her bosom, and leaned it up against the pedestal “Don’t worry I’m sure I can fix this.”

Megan's once-again broken glasses laid beside her decapitated head, having been flung off on impact. The glass fragments came back together inside the frames, and the glasses flew back atop Megan's pretty shocked face - eyes beginning to glaze over.

Her head then flew up and landed on top of her neck with a squish. The separation healed in seconds, and Megan breathed life once again.

And, like before, her eyes narrowed. "You IMBECILE!"

Mark responded with laughter as she tumbled forward, head again detaching and rolling to his feet, her body sliding a good couple feet before losing its momentum, ass perked up into the air.

“You really think I’m that stupid?” Mark asked as he lifted up her head, and walked over to the body, shorts now actively dripping, and sat it up. “You know there was a time where it seemed like you actually had some respect for me,” he said setting the head on the neck.

“Then there were times like Tibet.” He said with a chuckle. “Do you remember Tibet, cause I sure do,” giving her a wink, he tenderly ran his thumbs across the cut, healing it as he went. He then stood up and backed away as Megan caught air.

"Cough cough- Stop playing games with my life you sick fuck!" she uttered between labored breaths.

“Stop being a bitch and we might come to a compromise.”

“Come on, stand up, let’s get out of here.”

She looked up at him, staring daggers.

And then, without another word, she rose to her feet.

As she stood, Mark took notice to how soaked her shorts were, “Ah Meg look at yourself.” He said jokingly gesturing towards her nether regions.

Megan looked down at her soaked shorts, then blushed with embarrassment. She muttered some curses against Mark under her breath.

“Let me help you out,” he offered, sounding genuine, he snapped his fingers, causing her shorts to complete disappear, revealing her shaved pussy, bare ass, and the fact that she wasn’t wearing underwear.

“Wow, I promise that was only supposed to be the piss,” he uttered absolutely stunned by the view.

Megan covered up her nether regions with a girly squeak as she turned her legs inward and bent her knees.

"You PERVERT! Give me back my shorts!"

“Hey, it was an accident,” and with another snap her shirt disappeared too leaving her in just a bra and boots.

Mark chuckled in delight, “I promise you I have no idea why this is happening.”

"ACK!" Megan squealed as she further cowered over and used one hand to now cover her bra-covered tits. "I'm gonna KILL you for this!" she screeched through clenched teeth.

“Well while we’re at it,” Mark snapped his fingers one more time, her boots disappeared along with her bra, her massive tits dropped slightly with a satisfying jiggle. Unbeknownst to him he also took away a portion of her mental capacity turning her dumb and horny.

"Unh…" Megan uttered softly through her lips. Her hands that were once covering her tits and pussy started to instead squeeze and fondle respectively. She started swaying her hips back and forth while twisting her head back and forth, stretching her neck this way and that.

Her eyes then met Mark who was absolutely shocked by the display, “Megan, you’re fucking with me, right?”

She then rushed at him, dropping to her knees. He felt her fumbling with his belt and pants freeing his cock which had been growing substantially over the past couple moments . He felt her lips purse over the head of his cock, and follow down his shaft. The warmth of her mouth enveloping him he looked down, feeling her tits brush against his legs, her braid bopping back and forth as she sucked him off, her ass accentuated by her pose.

He was in absolute control of her. He then came to a tragic realization: that it wasn’t fun when he was in complete control.

With a snap of his fingers he returned her brains, while his cock was still deep in her mouth.

Megan's eyes widened and crossed as she stared down the cock, then spitting it up and coughing as she backs her head away.

She spits out on the ground a few times then rises to her feet.

Her eyes narrow. She's had enough. "You sick FUCK! Give me that NOW!" she said as she lunges out towards the crown atop Mark's head.

Before she could take a second step her body turned entirely to glass, which was thankfully caught by Mark.

“From my understanding, even though you have turned to glass, you can hopefully still see, hear and think,” Mark whispered into the statue's ear “and no mater what happens, or what I do, I will make sure you can always do those three things.” He finished with a shove.

Megan's frozen glass body crashed down onto the floor, arms raised up in the air mid-lunge. Her angered expression remained stuck on her face as it quickly rushed towards its imminent impact.

Her body struck the floor tits first. Cracks spreading out from her nipples across her huge globes quickly broken them all apart, before the rest of her torso followed suit smashing into the floor.

Her head smacked down next, completely obliterating her pretty face, her large glasses, and the brain behind her skull.

But despite her brain being destroyed, Megan could still think, hear and see. And she experienced her destruction with full consciousness…

Mark watched as the destruction surged down her abdomen and hips, her shapely ass, exploding into pieces. Her legs followed suit, leaving behind a pile of broken glass.

More and more ideas began to flow into Mark's head, who was quite entertained by the process, and end result, noticing little bits of Megan among the pile. A piece of finger there, pupil here, her belly button cracked but miraculously still together.

Moments later the glass swirled reforming back into Megan in the flesh.

Megan's angered expression that was frozen on her face upon her freezing to glass turned to one of pensive fear as she regained control of her facial muscles. She experienced the whole thing. The feeling of breaking into hundreds of thousands of pieces…

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To be continued…