Part 3:

She cowered her naked body in fear. "W-w-what do you want from me?" Megan begged.

Mark chuckled calmly, “Nothing. I’m just having fun."

"Has any of it it hurt?” he asked in an almost clinical manner.

Megan took some deep breaths - the sharp outlines of her neck muscles and collarbone being accentuated against her soft skin. "I-I-I…" Megan was at a loss of words.

Her skin took on a wetter appearance, as Mark again took control. He walked up to her squeezing a tit, the imprint of his hand staying. Her body now being entirely clay.

Megan could see as Mark's hand left the imprint in her tit, even though she was not able to move a muscle in her body, now that it was all clay.

Her glasses started to slide thru her ears and nose. Almost simultaneously, both ears and her nose were sliced off her face and fell to the floor, along with her now free-falling glasses. They all smacked into the floor with 3 wet smacks and the clattering and cracking of glass.

Mark, unaware of her sudden disfigurement, circled around her, giving her a hard slap on the ass. Waves of the impact ripples down the would be flesh, then held their form, surrounding the imprint of the hand.

The force caused her to fall forwards, the ground straightening her out, smushing her tits into large flat pancakes and further disfiguring and flattening her face. Her ears each got smashed into a thigh, and her nose lodged into her clit.

Megan could feel a numb but stinging pain as her malleable face and tits pancaked into the floor. With her muscles also clay, she could do nothing to lift herself up or run away. She was a helpless heap of flattening clay in the vague form of a human female.

"Ouch that stings!" she thought. "God this is so humiliating… This can't really be happening to me!"

Mark watched as the soft clay lost its form even further. After a minute her form was almost completely lost into a pink puddle of clay, the only distinguishable part of her body being her ass peaking over the rest of her remains, which Mark pressed his boot onto, accelerating the process.

Megan could feel Mark's boot squishing her once-firm ass - could feel the print pattern of the boot leaving an imprint. Other than her ass, she could not tell which part of her was which all her parts mushed together. Part of her seemed to even enjoy the sensation…

However the other part did not quit appreciate how Mark was literally stepping all over her. "If I ever get that crown, I'm going to make you regret this…" she thought about Mark.

As her ass was finally melting away, Mark decided to give one last insult to injury: he pressed the toe of his boot between her ass cheeks, ramming it into her asshole, just before it joined the rest of the puddle.

At this point Megan couldn't discern much, but she certainly felt herself getting fucked in the ass by Mark's boot. "Ooh!"

Mark pulled his boot out, kicking off the clay, now bored with there only being a puddle, the rest of her ass now gone.

He dropped to his knees next to the shapeless material and began working the pink clay with his bare hands, slowly rebuilding Megan’s body with surprising precision.

Megan, having almost lost herself in the puddle, started feeling life anew as she could feel her body being molded back to shape. Mark's hands running across her clay body to felt rather sensual to her…

After forming her torso, Mark got to work on adding details into her form, mounding two massive lumps of clay into her tits and pinching the tops to form her nipples.

Megan couldn't help but enjoy the feeling of her large breasts being resurrected - and the feeling of Mark's fingers squeezing her newly formed nipples.

Mark then defined her abs and ribs. Megan without a doubt had good musculature, due to the countless hours of hiking and climbing. Mark felt as if he was constructing a masterpiece.

He then used his pinkie knuckle to create the indentation of her belly button.

Megan could do nothing but continue to delight in the feeling of her perfect body regaining its former glory. Mark's hands felt like that of a lover.

He then tugged above her tits, popping her sharp collar bones, and grabbed two small lumps to form her shoulders. He fallowed with one more slightly larger lump to form her defined neck.

He flipped her torso over, running his fingers over her, arching her ribs around her sides and over her back, lightly setting her back down, as to not interfere with his completed work. He then modeled each and every vertebrae, and further defined her hour glass figure by running his hands down her sides, slipping his hands underneath her to be sure he accentuated her hips.

Grabbing one massive chunk of clay in both hands, he set it at the bottom of her figure, molding it into one thick dome. He ran his thumb down from the final vertebrae, creating her ass crack, and used his hands to mold each perky ass cheek to perfection. He finished her ass by inserting his middle finger deep between the two cheeks, recreating the orifice he just recently defiled.

The feeling of Mark's finger forming her hole sent jolts of pleasure throughout her clay form - both through her newly-sculpted torso and through her still puddle parts. This was almost a heaven to her, and she almost wished to stay in this form indefinitely if it meant feeling like this…

Mark returned to the dwindling puddle, constructing her slender yet muscular legs, all the way down to her feet. Holding the two beauties, he returned to the torso flipping it over with the same care as before, and pressed the legs into place.

He looked at his work so far, the smoothness of her crotch becoming very apparent.

Megan felt her legs come back together once again, but still could not lift herself up or move any muscle on her own.

As Mark grabbed her to flip her, she moaned in her floating mind.

He spread her clay legs just enough to where he could fit himself between them, making sure not to snap them off. He then used his fingers, pushing from the the center, to create her labia, separating them slightly.

Moving his hands to the top of the new crevice, he twisted and pulled a small bit of clay to make her clit, spending a bit more time than necessary adjusting it. He then moved back towards the lower portion of the crevices, took his pointer and middle finger, and shoved them deep into the clay, leaving them there for a moment, giving a light wiggle. Then pulled his hand out, pressing the labia back to their natural positions.

If Megan could move surely she would be bucking her hips in ecstasy as Mark fingered her clit and pussy back to life. Maybe all those horrible deaths she suffered so far were worth it if it meant feeling like this…

Only about a tenth of the material remained on the floor next to the sculpture, and from it mark drew two large pieces, rolling them both into long slender tubes. He then cut out the shape of her biceps, triceps, and forearms on each tube. Atop what were now her arms he crafted her dainty hands and nimble fingers, being sure to crease every joint along his way.

Once her arms were complete he attached them to her shoulders, and grabbed the last of the clay. Working strands of red clay into her braid, he also shaped the back of her skull, which under different circumstances would have been a pile of mush on the floor. He then pulled her ears into place, bending and curving them into shape, whispering into one “almost done.”

Megan could sense herself coming back together fully. Her ears appeared functional as should could hear Mark's sensual whisper - and could even feel his breath against her clay face. And even though she could feel her newly reformed arms and hands, she could no move them no matter how she tried.

God what she would do right now if she could move…

Mark gently tugged and pulled her jaw and chin into place, and pushed her cheekbones up as well, finalizing her face shape by smoothing out her forehead into its light arc. He then sculpted her two closed eyes, cute nose, and soft lips. He completed his work by attaching the head to the neck, and setting it on the ground.

He sat there for a moment looking upon his creation. He noticed details that he didn’t remember sculpting, and had never personally seen, like a small mole that sat on the underside of her right breast, light freckles that smattered her arms, and a thin scar running from the top of her right hip down to the top of her thigh.

After a moment longer of admiring her beauty he bent over, pressing his lips against hers, and breathed life into the clay figure.

Megan's color and texture returned to her, starting at her lips and spreading out across her face and then down the rest of her beautiful body.

The red of her hair, the whites of her eyes, the rose of her lips all came back.

And suddenly, from beneath Mark's lips, she took a deep breath. Her generous breasts heaved up on top of her chest, nipples hard as rocks.

Without another thought, her arms wrapped around Mark's back and embraced him. She returned his kiss passionately and deeply.

Mark, unaware of her experience and thinking he turned her stupid again, began snapping his fingers in an attempt to return her to “normal”.

Megan's seductive expression quickly morphed to one of intense dread. She grabbed at her breasts and her gut.

"What is happening to me…"

Mark recoiled back shocked by her sudden anguish, “Wait you were doing that by choice?”

Megan started feeling a burning sensation - all over her body. She winced in pain, shoulders raising, sharp collarbones popping out against her skin. Her tits jiggled with each wince, spread out against her chest as she still lay on the floor.

"GuhhhAAAAA!!" she shouted in agony.

Her skin started to darken. And it seemed like small streams of smoke were pouring off points of her body…

The heat was so intense, Mark had to shield his face with his arms, he felt the hair singeing off his arms, and first degree burns forming.

"AHHHH!! PLEASSEE STOPPP!!!" she screamed.

Her skin continued to darken, now becoming charcoal black.

She slammed her arms down at her side and arched her back in an especially harsh throe of pain. Flakes of black skin fell off her arched back as she did so.

Glowing red cracks started forming all across her body in a random webbing pattern, including across her beautiful face which grimaced in torment.

Mark tried snapping to stop the burning but to no avail, she continued to scream and only got hotter with every passing second causing him to back away. Mark realizing that he couldn’t stop the process snapped again, causing all of her sensory nerves to shut down, hoping to ease the pain.

"AHHHHCC-!" Megan's final scream was silenced upon Mark's snap, which came only moments before her nerves fully carbonized and her vocal chords broke apart.

She lowered her back down to the floor and let her arms lay at her side.

With the pain gone, she now almost seemed resigned to her fate.

Mark, now a good enough distance to be safe from the heat, got a good look at her - solid black with bright orange cracks running down her body, her face now oddly tranquil for the gruesome visage. He could smell the awful scent of burning flesh and hair.

Her head started to break apart first - her face collapsing in on itself. Nose, eyes and mouth all broke apart and fell into pieces at the glowing cracks, caving in around the outer edge of her face. The rest of her skull followed suit, as did her neck.

The collapse continued down her body, chunks sized large and small falling to the floor either intact or breaking down even further on impact.

By some odd luck, cracks fully circled Megan's charcoal tits and did not run across either one. They softly slid down to the floor as her chest collapsed below them.

Her ass, pussy and legs broke apart and collapsed as well, undoing all the work Mark just did sculpting them back to perfection

Mark waited a minute for her to cool down enough for him to approach. Disappointed that he missed out on his opportunity with her, and that all the work he put in was now destroyed, he looked down at the pile of charcoal. Pulling a cigarette out of his jacket, he pressed it against her nipple, and it instantly lit. He laughed softly, taking a drag.

“I don’t know if you can hear me right now, but I’ll give you a bit to cool down, then bring you back good as new, don’t you worry.”

Megan replied only with the soft sound of sizzling.

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To be continued…