Object transformation: The Snowwoman

It was late one snowy night and a group of guys were drinking and playing around in the snow outside their dorm rooms. They did everything from snowball fights to making snow angels, to writing their names in yellow.

Of course, no snow adventure is complete without building a snowman. Of course, a group of horny college guys wasn't going to make normal snowmen, instead, they would compete to see how to make the best snowwoman.

Each of them gave it their best shot, but only one of them succeeded in making his snowwoman actually look feminine. Milo was an expert when it came to this sort of thing, so he knew exactly which snow to use.

Thanks to that not only was he able to give his snowwoman a decent figure, he was able to give it really massive snowballs for breasts. He was deemed the winner, and then each guy took a turn being extremely lewd towards his work, and playing around with it like it was alive.

Once they had their fun the group went to go inside. Milo wanted to get one last look, and perhaps a couple of touches before he left her creation behind, so he stayed behind for a few minutes while everyone else left.

As soon as he was alone, he noticed something hanging on the neck of his snowwoman. He picked it up, and it turned out to be a note written in what looked like crayon, and the words on it were jibberish at best.

Milo was drunk though, so he could convince himself of anything, including that he knew the language on the note and that he could read it. So he read it aloud and once he finished he tossed the note behind him and approached his snowwoman.

He grabbed her breasts and immediately blacked out. She came to sometime later due to the feeling that someone was touching her. To her surprise, it was her friends, and they were all making very strange faces towards her.

She tried to ask them what they were doing, but she found herself unable to speak to them. Then before she could try anything else one of her friends reached his hands out and grabbed something on her chest.

A strange pleasurable sensation was sent through her body, and she tried to beg him to stop, but he didn’t, not until another friend took over. They continued to fondle her, and she was unable to do anything about it, and she still had no idea what was happening.

Then one of them hit her in the face and something came flying off of it. Milo felt a bit of pain, and a strange detached feeling from the thing that fell off. Whatever it was felt it was a part of her body, but it clearly wasn’t connected, so what was it?

Well, she found out when one of her friends picked it up and started playing with it. That’s when Milo noticed it was a carrot. The part of her that fell off was a carrot. What sense did that make? Clearly something wasn’t right.

Someone finally mentioned Milo, asking where he had gone off to. Milo tried once again to tell them that she was right there next to them, but one of them lied and said MIlo had left to go get more beer. They were drunk, so they might not have lied intentionally.

The rest took this as the truth and continued to mess around. One of them pulled out his phone and took a selfie with Milo, that's when she learned the true nature of her predicament. She was somehow the snowwoman now.

That was insane, right? No way something like that was possible. Surly this was all some nightmare brought on by drinking too much, and soon enough she’d wake up with a nasty hangover in her dorm room.

It had to be a dream, after all, what would happen to her when winter ended and the snow melted? Would she die, or turn into a puddle? That would be awful, what then after that? She’d evaporate and go into the sky until she turned back into water.

Endlessly cycling through the phases of water until next year comes and she turns into snow? Maybe with a small chance of becoming a snowman or snowwoman, or worse, being the snow that gets turned yellow.

That could;t happen, she had to try and escape just in case this wasn't a dream. So while her friends continued to fondle her she kept calling to them, and moaning as they continued to pleasure her snow breasts.

Eventually, four in the morning rolled around and MIlo’s friends were starting to leave. With the alcohol running dry, they started to get exhausted. Leaving Milo alone as a snowwoman in the middle of a parking lot.

Now with no one around to even call out to, Milo sat there hopelessly begging to wake up. That is when a mysterious young woman appeared in front of Milo. She was wearing a witch-like robe with a matching hat and had a terrible grin on her face.

She told Milo she looked good as a snowwoman. Then she asked how Milo liked the spell she left for her to use. It was a pretty neat spell that she liked to get humans to cast. Milo had no idea who she was supposed to be, but if she was the reason she was here, then she’d better turn her back now.

The witch looked angry and told Milo not to make demands of her. That shocked Milo, she really didn’t expect the witch to hear her. Now knowing she could, Milo started to beg her to turn her back to her human male form.

The witch said she could do that, but then tricking Milo into becoming an object would have been for nothing. She told Milo that for every human that uses her spell to become an object, she grew stronger, and eventually she’d be able to turn everyone into objects and get her revenge on humans.

She then tried to act as though she wasn’t truly a cruel witch. She said she heard Milo's fears and had decided to be nice and make it so she’d never melt or fall apart. Milo said that would be nice, but not being made of snow would be better.

The witch shrugged saying then she wouldn't cast the spell and Milo could turn into water. Milo panicked and begged her to make it so she didn't melt, and the witch smiled while saying she was happy to oblige.

The witch shot Milo with her magic, and before Milo could see again the witch had taken her leave. Now Milo was stuck there alone with her thoughts. Over the coming months, tons of people would come to play around with her, but it was the first time that she realized something.

The witch didn’t just make it so she wouldn't melt. She made Milo’s body so sensitive that a single touch was enough to simulate several orgasms at once. So when someone was touching her for too long, she basically lost her mind.

When winter ended and spring came around people started to realize she wasn’t melting and she became a tourist attraction. Word spread of a snow woman that wouldn't melt and soon enough people all over the world came to see her.

Due to her popularity, she was donated to a museum by the college to reduce the amount of people cladding their campus. So now Milo lives in her own exhibit to be seen and touched by all who come to see the amazing meltproof snowwoman.

This includes scientists who are still trying to understand how something like her could exist. They’ve still yet to figure out that magic was involved, then again. Anyone who gets close to finding out somehow disappears.