Timmy Selden, 11 years old and rather headstrong, looked up at madame Illusia with a grin. "You'll do anything I want?"
"Indeed, young man. Come up here and show me just how much you can ignore this demon ram."
"NO!" The boy's parents started to grab for him, hoping to save him from his own foolishness.
The witch gestured, silencing and freezing them. Timmy didn't even notice, already intent on showing off in front of this crowd. He climbed up on stage and looked over at the red-eyed ram. "Remember, you gotta do whatever I want, right?"
Illusia raised an eyebrow. "Just go stare at the ram. And then we'll see about what you want."
Tim shrugged and walked over to the black beast, where laughed and looked into the glowing red eyes. "Baa Baa Black Sheep, Have you any wool?"
The audience applauded loudly - this kid had beaten Madame Illsuia's challenge! Thent he applause faded. Why wasn't he moving? Timmy kept staring into the Ram's eyes, making a strange gurgling sound.
It was Madame Illusia's turn to laugh. "Ah, my fine young friend. I think the proper response is "Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full. But in your case, we just have two bags full. Of you!"
Timmy looked confused as his whole body started to sag. A pool of thick white liquid began to form under him, liquid with a heavy musky odor. At the same time, the ram's slick red penis began to drop from its sheath, longer, lower, thicker.
The growing puddle of white spread out until it was partly under the ram, and Timmy was looking like a flesh-colored snowman left out in the sun. He had melted into a barely recognizable shape that managed to gurgle out a singel cry for help. "Mommaaaaaaaa!"
And then the tip of the ram's penis touched the thick pool of liquid. There was a slurping sound, and the rams testicles began to swell. Timmy melted faster now, a glistening lump finished disolving into what the horrified audience realized was a puddle of ram's spunk. The black testicles hung like oranges now, swelling larger as the last of Timmy was sucked into its pulsing cock. FInally, the ram was alone on stage with a pile of clothing and balls the size of grapefruit.
Madame Illusia smiled. "Our young friend didn't like sex, so I have protected him from experiencing it. Now, if he is lucky, our handsome ram will deposit him into a willing ewe and he'll have a new life as a sheep. But if this horny ram gets the urge to masturbate, well, I'm afraid young Timmy will end up squirming into oblivion as a spray of Ram's cum!"