Clad in red spandex shorts and a matching sports bra that struggled to contain her impressive breasts, Aisha Williams stepped onto the mat and flexed her muscled physique. This earned her a smattering of applause from the forty or so fans in the thousand-seat arena. Yuki Nakamura, her opponent in similar blue attire, rolled her eyes and shook her head.
“This is just sad for a title match. I would have expected at least a hundred to show up for some Black-on-Asian action. At least you got more applause than me.”
“You gotta work it, baby,” Aisha replied, shaking her bubble butt as she sized up her smaller rival. “Wanna forfeit the match and get outta here?”
“Not a chance,” Yuki said with a grin.
The ref blew his whistle and the pair began circling each other, searching for a weakness to exploit. They’d lost count of how often they’d faced off in the Women’s Wrestling League, so weaknesses were hard to come by. The best Aisha could hope for was an ill-timed mistake.
And then it happened. Yuki accidentally stepped on her shoelace, throwing her off-balance momentarily. It was enough.
Aisha struck like a cobra, taking out Yuki’s legs and flipping her onto her back before she knew what was happening. The ref counted off as Aisha pinned her opponent’s shoulders on the mat.
“One… two… three! It’s all over! Red wins!”
Aisha stood, helped Yuki to her feet, and embraced her. The Women’s Wrestling League was tight-knit, so all the ladies knew each other. Everyone also knew the league was struggling, as evidenced by sparse attendance numbers.
“C’mon, Yuki,” Aisha said, slapping the other woman on the butt. “Let’s hit the showers for some real Black-on-Asian action.”
Yuki laughed. “I thought you’d never ask.”
Five minutes later, the two hardbodies sudsed each other up under a steamy cascade of hot water. Yuki squeezed Aisha’s ample ass while Aisha fondled the perky tits and erect nipples of her friend with benefits. Their lips locked as the steam billowed around their nude bodies. Their wayward fingers wandered between each other’s legs and were just about to slip inside when—
“Ahem,” said a woman’s voice from a few feet away. “You two should get a room.”
The wrestlers broke off their kiss and turned to face Zoi Diamandis, the WWL’s new owner. Aisha raised an eyebrow.
“Ms. Diamandis? I thought you were still in Greece.”
Zoi shook her head. “I was in Greece up until this morning. I flew here to take care of some important business.” She turned to the other eighteen women, all still naked after their showers. “It involves all of you, so huddle up.”
Aisha and Yuki quickly rinsed off and opted to air dry, standing naked with the others in a circle around Zoi. The league owner took a minute to appraise the twenty muscular nude bodies before smiling and rubbing her hands together with glee.
“I have good and bad news, ladies,” she said.
“Bad news first, please,” Aisha called out.
“Sure, no problem. The bad news is that the WWL is shutting down effective immediately. It hasn’t gained the traction we had hoped for, so it’s hemorrhaging money like crazy. I can’t keep it going any longer.”
“Shit,” said Yuki. “If that’s the bad news, what’s the good news?”
“The good news,” Zoi began, “is that I have positions lined up for all of you at my new nightclub! Congratulations!”
The women exchanged glances and then looked back at Zoi. Aisha cleared her throat.
“Zoi, what in the world will we do at your nightclub? We’re athletes, not servers or bartenders.”
“That’s the beauty of it,” Zoi replied. “As statues, you won’t have to do anything! You’ll be part of the decor.”
This elicited some confused murmuring among the nude wrestlers before Yuki spoke up.
“That’s not what we signed up for. If I can’t wrestle, I’m out.”
“On the contrary,” replied Zoi, “I’m confident you’re in.” She gazed hungrily at the naked women surrounding her. “All of you are in. Your contracts are crystal clear on that point.”
Aisha raised an eyebrow. “They don’t say anything about becoming statues.”
“That is correct, but they clearly state that you’ve agreed to advance my business interests by any means necessary. The specific means are subject to change at my discretion. Today, I’m exercising that discretion to transform all of you into statues.”
Yuki rolled her eyes. “Our contracts are only for six months. You can’t expect us to remain statues forever.”
“I agree,” replied Zoi, “and you are more than welcome to opt out once your contract ends.”
“And how would you propose we do that?” Aisha asked. “Petrification is permanent and irreversible. We can’t exactly opt out.”
Zoi flashed a devious smile. “Not my problem, Aisha. Besides, look at all of you! Your chiseled physiques were made to be immortalized in marble! It would be a shame not to get turned to stone. The bus is waiting outside to take all of you to PetraTec. You’ll be nude statues, of course, so there’s no need to get dressed.”
After some more murmuring, most of the muscular ladies shrugged, left their clothing behind, and headed outside to the bus. Yuki jabbed Aisha in the ribs.
“Are you just gonna let this happen?” she whispered. “We either need to fight or run like hell. I am not getting petrified today.”
Aisha put her arm around Yuki’s shoulder, taking the opportunity to tweak her nipple.
“I don’t know, Yuki. We did sign those contracts, so Zoi has the legal right to turn us to stone. Besides, if the league is going under, that means no more wrestling. I can’t do anything else, so I might as well stand around looking sexy.” Aisha paused and gazed into Yuki’s eyes. “I’d love to look sexy forever with you, babe.”
Yuki raised an eyebrow. “Really? You and me together in stone? I must admit I like the sound of that.” She thought for a moment and then smiled. “Aww, fuck it! Let’s do this!”
“Now you’re talking!” Aisha replied with a grin. “I’ll catch up with you on the bus.”
Yuki nodded, planted a passionate kiss on Aisha’s lips, and then sauntered out of the locker room. Aisha admired Yuki’s bare ass and then approached Zoi.
“Well played, boss,” Aisha remarked.
“Does that mean you’ll go along with my request?”
Aisha nodded. “As a professional wrestler, I know when I’ve been outmaneuvered. You just pinned all twenty of us.”
“Thank you. I’m thrilled you’re on board with this. I mean it when I say you’ll all make incredibly sexy statues.”
“Oh, I’m sure we will,” Aisha replied with a smile. “Shall we?”
Zoi grinned. “Lead the way, hot stuff.”
The twenty female wrestlers turned a lot of heads when they walked naked into the lobby of PetraTec HQ. Gemma was waiting for them.
“Good afternoon, ladies. You look absolutely stunning today. I’m Gemma Fawkes, PetraTec’s General Counsel. Do you have any questions about your contract terms?”
The former wrestlers shrugged and shook their heads. Gemma smiled.
“Well, in that case, please follow me.”
Gemma led Zoi and the naked wrestlers through the back door, across the courtyard, and into the production facility. Gwen Gordon, PetraTec’s CTO, was running diagnostics on the Perseus cannon when Gemma’s entourage arrived. Her eyes opened wide.
“Oh, my! Gemma, you weren’t kidding about hardbodies. These ladies are freaking ripped!”
Gemma smiled. “Indeed, they are. I dare say they’re destined for marble.”
“Most definitely!” Gwen replied, brushing past Gemma and approaching the wrestlers. “Which one of you sexy specimens would like to go first?”
Aisha and Yuki raised their hands. “We’ll do it,” they said in unison.
“Oh, a tandem statue!” Gwen exclaimed. “Splendid! Right this way, ladies.”
Gwen led Aisha and Yuki to a marble platform sitting twenty feet in front of the Perseus cannon.
“Please stand on that, strike your desired pose, and let me know when you’re ready.”
The two naked women nodded and stepped onto the platform, facing each other, and reprised their earlier shower rendezvous. Yuki squeezed Aisha’s gorgeous bum while Aisha fondled the perky breasts of her best friend. Their lips locked as their wayward fingers wandered between each other’s legs and were just about to slip inside when—
“Ooh, hold right there!” Gwen said. “That is so fucking hot! Just a moment while I immortalize you two.”
Gwen fired the Perseus cannon. Aisha and Yuki gasped but held their tandem pose as their naked bodies absorbed the calibrated dose of energy, which quickly went to work. Their feet transformed into marble, fusing them to the platform. The change ascended their thick calves and impressive quads before cresting their womanhood and the twin globes of their muscular asses.
The transmutation continued over Aisha’s and Yuki’s washboard abs and lower backs, rendering them unyielding stone. Their bare breasts were next to succumb to the calcifying wave, soon becoming smooth marble topped by the erect stone nubs of their nipples. The transformation reached their shoulders and spilled down their arms, forever fusing their fingers.
Finally, the stone traveled up Aisha’s and Yuki’s necks and over their mouths and noses. The world became silent as their ears succumbed to marble. Gwen and the Perseus cannon faded to darkness as their eyes became blank orbs of stone. The transformation crested their heads and cascaded down their hair. And with that, it was finished.
Gwen nodded approvingly at the marble nudes. “Hot damn! Those hardbody lovers are so fucking sexy!” She turned to the other naked athletes. “Two down, eighteen to go. Who’s next to get stoned?”
Thirty minutes later, all twenty ladies had been fully rendered in solid marble, their rippling muscles preserved for eternity. Gwen, Gemma, and Zoi had collaborated on selecting a variety of sexy poses, with input from the models, of course. Most of the statues stood, though others were kneeling, on all fours, or lying prone. Two of the standing statues held their right hands outstretched in a classic come-hither gesture—Zoi’s innovative idea.
The three women admired the eclectic line of rock-hard nude wrestlers, entirely satisfied with their collective artistic vision.
“Incredible!” Zoi exclaimed. “Simply stunning! Thank you so much!”
“The pleasure is ours,” Gwen replied with a grin. “I certainly enjoyed ogling the merchandise.”
“Likewise,” Gemma added. “Wonderful doing business with you, Zoi.”
Zoi’s eyes lit up. “Oh, I almost forgot! Your entire staff is invited to the grand opening of my nightclub, Medusa’s Lair, on Friday. I’ll install these lovely ladies by then, so you can see the finished product.”
“I accept!” Gwen exclaimed.
“As do I,” Gemma added. “I could use a break from the legal mumbo jumbo for an evening.”
“Then it’s a date!” Zoi replied. “I’ll see you then.”
On Friday evening, the entire PetraTec staff descended on Medusa’s Lair. The ambiance was exquisite, with female bartenders dressed as Gorgons and a dozen mirrorballs scattering green beams of light all over the room.
Of course, the main attraction was the twenty newly minted nude statues scattered throughout the large establishment. Many patrons, with drinks in hand, chatted as they examined the gorgeous works of art.
Of particular note, from an interior design standpoint, were the two “come hither” statues standing side by side near the entrance with food and drink menus dangling on gold chains from their outstretched hands.
The PetraTec crew wasted no time getting comfortable and having some fun. Erik and Madi tried to keep up with Sarah’s frenetic dance moves. Claudia explained the finer points of dry martinis to Camille and Luisa while Gwen and Naomi felt up every statue.
Gemma sat in a booth with Zoi, surveying the joyous scene. She sipped her Pinot noir and put her arm around the proud proprietor.
“I must hand it to you, Zoi. You pulled it off. Your grand vision is a reality. How does it feel?”
Zoi thought for a moment. “Surreal, to be honest. Having an idea is one thing. Making it happen is another matter entirely.” She raised her margarita glass. “To the wrestlers!”
“To the wrestlers!” Gemma replied. “True hardbodies!”
They made several more toasts in the coming hours as the PetraTec crew stayed until closing and then some. On the other hand, Aisha, Yuki, and the other nude statues stood above the fray on their stone pedestals, silently surveying the scene. Before being petrified, all twenty had agreed it would be the pinnacle of their sporting careers. After years of intense physical training, they would showcase their muscular bodies for the world, undoubtedly inspiring future athletes to follow in their stone footsteps.
Copyright 2025 Olivia Zoe Quinn
Image by Javon Thorpe from Pixabay
Story notes
This fourth installment in my Rise of PetraTec series adds a new location to the story world: the Medusa’s Lair nightclub. This will be a recurring destination as we continue to delve deeper into the story of PetraTec. And props to TheAmberBub for the idea of petrifying female wrestlers!
I’ve introduced about ten characters thus far. I don’t expect readers to keep all of them straight in their minds, so I’ll reintroduce the relevant players each time as I did with Gemma Fawkes and Gwen Gordon in this installment.
I’m still scratching the surface of this story world, so stay tuned for more petrifying adventures!
Article Tags: Female · Nudity · Sci-Fi · Statue · Stone · Volunteer
