Fear and Loathing

Jennifer moved cautiously to pick up the candle on the nightstand. "Now?" she asked.

"Yeah, go ahead" the naked Jamie answered.

Jennifer brought the candle close to Jamie's exposed mound. With a tilt of her hand, the liquid wax started to drip.

Jamie inhaled sharply as the searing heat made contact with her most sensitive parts. In the back of her mind, she thought she remembered something about needing special candles for doing any kind of wax play. It didn't matter now. The magic would protect her and more pain meant more magic. She gritted her teeth and endured it.

Jennifer was surprised as the wax started liquifying faster and faster. Jamie let out a cry and squinted her eyes shut. Tears were beginning to form at the corners of her eyes. She somehow managed to keep her legs open with great effort.

Jennifer looked on with concern as her brave girlfriend's pussy was bombarded with larger and larger splashes of liquid pain. She was about to pull the candle away and check on Jamie when the remainder of the candle liquified all at once. She felt a momentary flash of heat before the living mass escaped her fingers completely.

Jamie arched her back and her mouth hung open. She couldn't utter a sound in this moment. Her entire crotch was enveloped in wax that wouldn't cool or solidify.

"I deserve this" she thought, tears streaming down her face.

As that thought echoed through her mind, the sensations began to change. She knew her body was not being damaged. She gave herself permission to really feel what she was being subjected to.

She saw the signal in her mind's eye, radiating up her nervous system; throbbing. Pain and pleasure were just two sides of the same coin. Just a minor tweak. She decided she wanted to feel this way. She decided it was good.

With that change in perspective suddenly she was in ecstasy. A long gutteral moan escaped her lips. She reached for Jennifer's hand and held it tight.

"Are you okay?" Jennifer asked, returning the vice-like grip.

Jamie just nodded her head as she continued to gasp.

Jamie started to feel movement down below. The wax creature which seemed to have a mind of its own started to press into her folds. However sensitive her vulva had been to the radiant ****, her delicate tunnel was far more so. But she had decided this was going to be a good feeling, and maybe her demon passenger was helping to make that a reality. So into new heights of... maybe not pleasure she admitted to herself... but raw sensation she was thrust.

At the same time all the magic powder surrounding her on the bed started to glow and levitate. Jennifer looked on with amazement, still clutching her lover's hand.

Jamie became lost in a world of throbbing and pulsing. The intruder pushed further into her. She could feel it against her cervix. Pressure; a heat so deep; a giving way.

She had never felt her own womb before. It may as well have been like any other internal organ, like a liver or a spleen. She could feel it now though. She could feel exactly what the shape of it was as this agent of transformation pressed itself into every wall and crevice. Sucking; scraping; folding.

She could feel her belly being pulled inside-out. Bit by bit she was surrendering her girlhood. If it didn't feel real before, it certainly felt real now; visceral even. This was significant.

Jennifer watched with eyes wide as the wax which had disappeared into Jamie's insides now made its reappearance. Jamie's lower lips parted to reveal a perfectly spherical onyx ball pressing itself out into the world.

The ball plopped onto the bed, leaving behind a mound which had completely closed up. Jennifer quickly noted the symbol of Venus engraved on the ball before turning her attention back to dark miracle of Jamie's crotch.

The closed-up former entrance was now wrinkling up into what appeared to be a scrotum. At the same time, Jamie's clit was enlarging and absorbing her urethra. Jamie looked to be in some kind of trance.

Over the course of about 30 seconds, the unmistakable form of the male member had grown to full stature. A pair of balls had also taken up residence in the brand new scrotum. There was no trace left of female anatomy.

The more Jennifer looked at what was happening, the more a certain feeling started to build. What was it exactly? Disgust? Was it really disgust?

She had no idea why she should be feeling disgust. It made no sense. She'd seen penises before, no big deal. But the feeling kept building. She thought back to the panic of her earlier experience in the bathtub. Why that memory?

She had to let go of Jamie's hand. She had to back away. She had to look away.

"Jamie..." she started. "Something's wrong"