The Caretaker finished mixing his magic wax. He looked into his pot then looked at his paralysed subject then looked back in the pot. He sucked in a breath and looked disappointed.
If Ben wasn't so frightened for his life, he'd have felt a little insulted.
"Im afraid this will have to do for you!" and started to pour the molten wax on the helpless lad. First the sixpack disappeard under the viscous mess then he poured it on his legs down to his feet, then moving back up to his wrists and moving up the arms to the shoulders,then onto the pectorals and up to the neck.
Ben felt every searing surge of pain as the wax came in contact with his bare skin. He closed his eyes as he felt it rise up to his neck around his jaw then...nothing...
"Curses!" Ben heard the Caretaker snap and Ben opened his eyes to see that the madman was trying to shake the large pot like a bottle of sauce, he'd run out of magic wax.
Ben heaved a muffled sigh of relief, he hoped this was good sign.
The Caretaker, grudgingly set the pot down to inspect his partial convert. Ben could no longer move anything below his eyes, he felt heavy but otherwise incredibly sensitive.
The Caretaker ruffled the boy's wild dark ginger hair deciding what to do with the incompletely waxed boy.
"Well let's at least sculpt what I have converted!" he grinned and went to work starting as before with the rather large protrusion in the groin area.