When Jay took that further step into the room, the curtains suddenly seemed to draw tightly shut behind. He looked behind him and noticed the opening had vanished. But when he glanced back at all the naked statues of men and women, he realized this wasn't something that scared him so much as excited him. He had the opportunity to look at these figures with their hot boobs and hard cocks and jack off all he wanted.
Eagerly, he pulled off his jeans and started rubbing his hardness through his underwear. The wax figures stepped towards him, but he could tell their interest in him was not to harm him, but to share his horniness. A female figure approached him, and eagerly pulled off his underwear and slipped his shaft between her pussy lips. He gasped eagerly as she started riding him.
Lying on the cold floor while he fucked one figure, he looked up to see a handsome smiling male figure, and noticed its hard cock in front of his face. Smiling back, he tilted his head so the wax man could shove its penis into his mouth, and he sucked eagerly, surprised how nice it tasted and felt- more like flesh than wax.
Something he had faintly noticed was that his skin seemed more similar to the skin of the figure riding him, as if when their hips slapped together his flesh seemed to give way to wax. He wanted to look at his body, but the wax cock fucking his mouth made this difficult. Once the wax man quickened his pounding and came hard inside Jay's mouth, he got another clue from the odd taste of the cum he swallowed, and the strange texture of his lips.
As he looked down at himself at last, he noticed his skin seemed to be different all over- softer, smoother, free of messy hair or callouses. Any weirdness about fucking the woman of wax riding him had vanished, too, to the point that he pushed her downward and pounded her missionary-style until he came inside her forcefully.
Suddenly he heard her speak. "You're a frisky one," she giggled. "Let's see what it makes of the other side!" All of a sudden, the wax man who had fucked his throat reached behind him and picked him up, its shaft brushing against his testicles and making him shiver. Its hands reached to his chest and cupped it, causing a wave of pleasure that surged in his nipples. It squeezed more and he felt his body form soft flesh there, the nipples feeling more and more sensitive to pleasure. Before he knew it, he had soft full breasts. The female figure then slipped her hands to his crotch, and smoothly pushed his testicles inside him, a sensation he barely felt, and pressed her thumb against the head of his penis and retracted his length swiftly.
As the male figure pushed his cock against his crotch, he- no, SHE- moaned as she felt her body part for him, the hard cock pounding her new pussy feeling so much more amazing than having him fuck her throat. She clung to his wax legs and butt as he fucked her, and the wax girl's occasional ministrations to her new boobs and clitoris felt even more amazing.
Before she knew it, she was cumming hard around a cock, the cock was cumming inside her, and she didn't remember or care about what she had been before she became a wax sex statue.