This story is placed in some kind of Renaissance time with a fantasy vibe to it. What I am after is a female writer who is willing to work together with me to tell the story about the main character - the statue maker himself and his creations. The exact details we can detail during start of the story.
"In a country far away, a long time ago a nation existed that was on its height of its power. Culture was the forefront of importance, and noble family's and house's ruled supreme over all. The main character is Mason, a statue maker. He was a failure in his trade though as much of the city was concerned, being obsessed with crafting Erotic statues of the female form the likes that would of made even a Roman blush. Yet he could never truly capture that female form, no matter how he tried they always lacked soul and thus no-one was really interested in hiring him for his work.
Then one day, if it was through an accident or if it was on purpose, one of his young female assistants ended up getting splashed with the cement mixture he was using. She panicked and as it started to harden it forced her down from its weight, she could barely manage to catch herself before she hit the floor only to find herself on her hands and knee's trying to pull it off as it hardened. Being the skillful man of trade that he was, he quickly made it to where she could breath but her upper body was set literally in stone. After he calmed himself he couldn't help but to admire her form, that thin layer of stone that covered her face, shoulders hugged her form perfectly.
He could still hear her panic but pushed it from his mind, slowly he worked, splashing more onto her supple flesh and spreading it over her hips, thighs and along her legs, it took little time for it to harden around her. He had finally captured the female form and in the process turning her into a living statue / table (At least for a few days). It was the female form in all its perfection, every detail right down to those pert little nipples and those swollen neither-lips had been captured. That same day he revealed 'her' to the noble family's of the city and the People loved it."
Still here? Ok good. A few so have asked "but who am I to play then"? Good question. The idea was originally that you as a co-player would be the one to play out the victims our statue maker uses. You would play out the horror they experience as the slow process turn them into living statues (well for a while). That was the idea of course if you have better ones how to play it out, please let me know.
(Disclamier: idea and background text from Zoophillian)