Do you bet your **** on it?

Being a nosy party guest you find your way into the host bedroom where you find her altar. She soon finds you and is quite intrigued at your response and calm nature after discovering her secret. You deny the existence of magic and as a matter of fact tell her that shes basically just a weird goth chick. She ask if you are willing to bet your **** on such a statement. She grabs a bundle and chants a spell blowing the smoke into your face. Now the game is on. You find yourself growing hard and hornier. She tells you that you better not *** because once you do thats when the magic will really start kicking. Your confused as you're not even touching yourself but you can feel that ****** is imminent. Boom you've soiled yourself and a wave of pain comes over you. She describes each part of the transformation happening to you, from the growing of breast to the agonizing restructuring of your skeleton. Bye bye **** hello ****. She hands you a new outfit and sends you on your way. Hopefully you've learned your lesson about not mocking things that you know nothing about.