"Why don't you give in and join your friend!" cackled the silver-haired villainess.

"I'll keep my distance, if you don't mind," Cosmic Girl replied as she leapt into the air a good twenty feet.  Her fists clenched, glowing with cosmic energy. 

Just moments before she had seen the villainess Chroma, clad in a sparkling silver one-piece swimsuit-style costume with flowing platinum cape, grab an unprepared Laser Lass by the forearm.  Darlene couldn't even shout a warning as she stared in shock. 

The scantily clad Lass' arm was coated with a rapidly flowing chrome that seemed to emanate directly from Chroma's grasped fingers.  It spread up the startled heroine's arm, across her shoulders and enveloped her voluptuous breasts in quickly hardening silver chrome before rapidly encasing her torso, hips, crotch and slid down her thighs all the way to her boots.  The last expression on Laser Lass' face was frozen in wide-eyed surprise as the chrome coated her face and head, turning her teased out hair into sparkling chromed wires.

Before Cosmic Girl could take another breath her friend, ally and teammate was turned into a silent, motionless statue.  Her body, skimpy costume and all, glistening under a smooth coat of chrome, as if dipped in liquid silver.  Her cape did not flutter, her eyes did not blink.  Her right arm raised in a perpetual but now useless offensive stance.  Her long legs were wide apart and straightened at the knees.  Not a trace of movement could be detected from the silvery sculpture that was Laser Lass.

"But she makes such a lovely trophy," Chroma laughed as she dodged a volley of cosmic energy blasts and rushed towards the descending Cosmic Girl.  "And so will you!"

Cosmic Girl landed in a squat.  Her blue and yellow-trimmed miniskirt flipping up over her bare thighs to flash pure white panties underneath. "Not if I can help it!" She jumped over the pouncing Chroma, performing a flip as she shot a blast of cosmic bolts into the back of her crashing enemy.

"Aarggh!" Chroma rubbed her back as she stumbled onto her feet as Cosmic Girl landed behind her.  "You force me to use my ultimate power now!"  She hissed as her fists began to glow in a weird glittering way.  She opened her palms and created...a marble?  Some sort of chrome ball hovering between her wavering palms.

Cosmic Girl spun around and leaped up into the air again.  Better to stay out of reach of whatever Chroma was doing, she thought.  A good strategy, but she was surprised as Chroma looked up at her opponent, peaking at the pinnacle of her jump and thrust her arms forward as if projecting the ball of chrome out of a pinball launcher.

That globe--It's heading right for me! Cosmic Girl realized too late as the tiny ball struck her bare right thigh.  "AAAIII!!" Darlene screamed in surprise.  My leg's gone numb!  She was descending now, her right leg felt as if were rigid as steel and she fought the conflicting sensations of fire and ice that were so intense.  It was like absolute agony and...ecstasy...shooting through her entire body.

She glanced down and saw her thigh was smooth and metallic.  But it wasn't like the liquid metal that encased Laser Lass.  It wasn't a simple shellacking of metal. This was different!  My thigh! My leg has turned to chrome! Cosmic Girl gasped aloud as she hit the floor.  What has Chroma done to me?!!?  Her concentration was lost as she struggled to her feet, one leg frozen rigid, losing track of the villainess and more centered on the terrifying transformation.

The effect crawled up, under Cosmic Girl's miniskirt, and around the curvature of her buttocks, embracing the pubic mound beneath her panties and changing her to solid chrome.  Her pussy was frozen shut, sealed in shiny chrome as the metallic transformation spread across her hips, up the sides of her torso and engulfed her breasts, changing them into solid globes.  Darlene looked down, the quickest glance, and could see her nipples stiffening hard into what she knew were silver pointed pegs of metal under her costume.  

Darlene was upright but her body was hardening into position rapidly as the chrome overtook her chest, spread across her shoulders, and down her arms all the way through to her finger-tipped gloves.  She lifted her arms, in a vain attempt to stave off the effects of the chrome, but they were now frozen into poses of helpless deflection.

Her face was a mixture of surprise and fear as it was transformed into a solid mask of chrome, mouth open in a gasp of...erotic orgasm or horror?  Her brown locks of hair now waves of solidified chrome hanging aloft in frozen motion. In a literal blink of an eye it's over. 

Cosmic Girl was a statue now.  Her exposed body made of solid chrome peeking out from her costume.

Chroma, panting from the exertion of using her ultimate technique, rose up and smiled. 

"My power has turned you into a chrome sculpture...permanently!" She giggled as she walked triumphantly over to the stiffened figure of chrome.  

The statue was standing erect, with long legs about a meter apart.  Knees slightly bent inward.  Chroma looked up and down her petrfied prize.  "I think my mastery of metal needs to be exposed and displayed for all to see!" She reached up to the cleavage of Cosmic Girl's costume and tore it straight down, splitting her miniskirt in two.

"Sooo much better," Chroma cooed as she brushed aside the open halves to reveal a pair of magnificent chrome breasts, polished as if to perfection, reflecting the villainess' maniacal grin.  The woman touched the hardened metal nipples.  So very solid now. "Are you somehow aware? In some sort of chrome existence? Do you know what I'm doing?"

She stepped back and took hold of Cosmic Girl's costume at the shoulders. A tear here, another there, and the silver-skin statued Cosmic Girl was left wearing only her yellow mask, gloves, boots.

And her panties. 

As if teasing her statue, Chroma slowly rolled the undergarment down the statue's hips, lower and lower, exposing the miles of skin between Darlene's chrome navel and the hint of her chromed sex.  The reveal of plastered chrome pubic hair, trimmed and flattened down into a pad of shiny chrome.  The hint of the cleft of the chromed vagina.  

With one quick yank, the panties were torn off and Cosmic Girl stood stripped.  Statuesque in silver.  "I'll let you wear your mask and gloves and boots..."  Chroma bragged, as if doing the sculptured superheroine a favor.  "The better to preserve your heroic identity! She laughed at that as she stroked around the ass-cheek from behind  all the way to the inner thigh and fingering the stiffened nub of chrome clitoris within every chromed crevice of the solidified lips between Darlene's legs.

"This is such fun," Chroma taunted her statue.  Cosmic Girl, of course, could neither hear nor respond to her captor (sculptor?).  "Perhaps I'll release your friend and do the same to her."

Perhaps she will.