How bad could it be?

You calm yourself as you consider how easy everything has been up until this point. Surely this will be no worse, just another wash, scent, or spa treatment. Your heart still beats in your chest strongly.

She holds what looks to be a small powdery ball of clay, which she shows to you as she saunters over to you. You're now nude and dripping the milky water all over the floor. "The Pygmis clay lets us reshape your flesh..." She coos softly, "we can perform a variety of miracles with it, completely pain free. She presses the clay against your now hairless sack, and gives your shaft a quick squeeze. Her fingers begin to dance across your stiffening flesh, while Silva continues to dry you off with a soft sheet. You grunt softly as she continues her intimate massage. The other girl is still drying you off, but you only pay attention to Lavina as she continues, sometimes firmly, sometimes delicately, but always teasing the most sensitive flesh and nearly bringing you to your knees. She seems content, and gives you a sardonic smile as she squeezes your sack, hard.

You yelp reflexively, but it was more in surprise than it was pain. true to her promise, the clay prevented any pain. The next yelp is a cry of distress as you feel two distinct plops! She quickly retreats leaving you stunned, and silent. Your hand numbly brushes across your softening rod and you grope at the flesh beneath it. Nothing. You skin is soft and smooth, like a powdered ball of dough, but you feel no balls hanging in the sack of skin.

You turn to her in outrage, and distress about to shout at her, but she interrupts you. "We can't have those silly weights undoing all of the hard work we're about to put into your appearance and behavior." She quips. "You weren't going to be using them anyway."
Overcoming your speechlessness you barely stammer. "W-What have you done?! fix this!" You start to raise your arms in an aggressive posture, only to find your hands tied up by the silk sheets Lavina was using to dry you. You growl in frustration and tug against them.

She smiles slyly. "Fix you? I just have!" she winks as she approaches again. "Don't worry, I'm going to give you more..."

You look at her incredulously which changes to a look of dumb hope as she produces two black marbles for you to see. She winks, I'm sure you'll find these much more pleasurable than your previous lumps." Lavina begins. "Especially since so many dominant masters and mistresses love to squeeze and fondle them." Silva concludes.

Just as quickly as your manhood was stolen from you, Lavina slips the two semi-soft balls into your claylike flesh, but rather than stopping, she continues to push them up and into your belly, back where your previous set rested before you became a man. Silva explains "They'll stay there until someone wants to play with them," She giggles and begins to pour an acidic smelling liquid over your groin, washing away the clay and leaving only soft skin behind.