He worked on his latest acquisition, sculpting wings on the shrunken boy. He had captured the young boy when he tried to break in, looking for his baseball. The teen had fallen victim to knock out gas and taken to the basement, when the caretaker stripped him of his clothing and converted him into wax using his magic wax. After turning him to wax, the caretaker used a new machine he had bought from the black market that shrunk down the boy to the height of 2 feet. After, he used more magic wax and began sculpting. He used his knife to crave wings out of the boy's arms. He gave him a feathered tail and clawed the boy's feet. After an hour, he had a wax eagle with a boy's head. Using more wax, he sculpted a beak out of the boy's mouth, cutting excess wax to give him a bald head. After painting him with latex paint to complete the transformation, he had a wax eagle that was once a fifteen year old boy.
The caretaker used his alchemy to bring the bird to life. It robotically flapped its wings, but made no further movements. Smiling, he set the wax eagle on a pedestal.He smiled. After years of work, he had finally perfected his alchemy. Now not only could he turn humans, people of flesh, into wax statues, but he could now make anything he wanted, bringing the statues to life when he wanted. He had a whole gallery of wax superheores. Another of exotic statues. And now a few animal statues, both anthro and full animal. All he had to do was capture trespassers, milked them for their sexual juices, and mix the semen with his wax, creating a magical wax that would convert flesh to wax.
And he knew he would always get trespassers. This house had an alluring effect that seem to attract those he wanted. Many of his statues used to be young, healthy, fit boys from ages fifteen to twenty five. They were all converted, and the irony, by help of their own cum. Without that vital ingredient, he's simply be pouring hot wax on skin.
Suddenly, the caretaker's alarm system, consisting of bells, came to life. He smiled. More people arrived in his museum. It was unfortunate that they would not be leaving. He walked over to a dark room in his workshop, where the surveillance camera caught sight of the group that entered. They were...