The Minotaur Djinn: Goo Girlfriend (Commission) - Ch 3

A commission for Kayllik.

Leonard thoroughly savored Brooke’s sausages, munching them down one after another. Meanwhile, Brooke sat at his feet, wagging her tail and attentively waiting for her master. When Leonard had eaten the last one, he stood there, licking his chops and the tips of his paw hands to taste just a little more of that sausage flavor. Even after he had finished licking up the remainder of the sausages, he kept on licking his fur, having given in to his feline instincts.

Feeling somewhat forgotten, Brooke gave him an inquisitive bark.

Leonard paused mid-lick, suddenly aware of what he had been doing.

“Maybe I should take a shower,” he said.

Brooke followed him to the bathroom and sat waiting as he stripped down to his fur and stepped into the shower. She lay on the rug and began dozing off as he cleaned up.

When he was done, Leonard shut the water off and grabbed a towel. Then, he grabbed another towel. Grunting in frustration, he grabbed even more towels.

He growled, “All this fur… How am I supposed to dry off?”

Brook sat up, expectantly.

“You wouldn’t happen to have an extra towel on you?” he asked.

Brooke felt her dog body melt down into a liquid. She formed into a rectangular puddle and then dried out, becoming an oversized fluffy towel, just big enough for a lion man.

“Perfect,” he said, picking her up and wiping her against his wet mane, soaking up the shower water. He then rubbed her all over his body, against his armpits, across his crotch, between his paw toes, finally flossing her between his legs. When he felt properly dried off, he wrapped her around his waist and cinched her in place.

Hanging from him, Brooke felt simultaneously humiliated and proud: humiliated due to being an object used for wiping him off and proud for being useful to him.

Leonard finished brushing his pointy teeth and decided that he was done cleaning up. He walked out of the bathroom, still wearing Brooke around his waist, and spent some time walking around the apartment. He busied himself with little tasks, checking mail, skimming through the news on his tablet, brewing a cup of tea, all the while, wearing nothing but Brooke.

Brooke became aware of two lumps pressing against her. On his backside, his tail was bent down against her. On his frontside, there was a gradual growth happening in his crotch. She wondered what might be exciting him, but she suspected that he just enjoyed the dominance he felt in wearing her around.

“I wonder where Brooke went,” he said, putting on a bad performance. “She was here just a little while ago.”

Imagining that he might have forgotten about her did thrill her a little. She started to fantasize about being trapped as his towel for good. He would use her after every shower, let her soak up the moisture from his fur. Then, he would hang her up to dry, abandoning her until the next time he found her useful. There would be nothing she could do about it. No way to tell him what had happened to her. No way to change her situation at all. She would be just a helpless object for him to use and then ignore. It was a surprisingly enticing fantasy.

“Alright then,” Leonard said, standing up. “I’m getting hungry, and, honestly, I’m missing you.” He uncinched his towel, and Brooke dropped to the floor by his paw feet.

Her towel body melted into liquid and then reformed back into her regular goo-girl body. She felt odd to be human-shaped again after spending so much time being furry and fluffy. It took her a whole minute to remember she could speak again. When she did, she asked him, “What would you like to eat?”

He thought for a moment and replied, “Red meat, rare.”

“Coming right up,” she said as her belly began to swell with meat. This time, she collected a platter from the kitchen and squated above it to deposit a small stack of steaks for his consumption.

She bore the platter over to him, smiling, and set it before him on the coffee table.

Still naked with his mostly dry fur looking a bit ruffled. He thanked her and began munching away at his meal.

Brooke sat down to watch him eat, marveling at his massive mouth, his predator teeth, his rough tongue. He was so powerful, so fierce. Despite being tame, the potential remained for brutality. Were he to lose control…

Leonard swallowed the last scrap of meat and commenced licking the platter clean of whatever greasy streaks remained. He grunted in pleasure and gave a curt “thanks” before he finished licking his chops clean.

“It's strange how much I love watching you eat little bits of me,” Brooke said.

Leonard smiled at her, baring those savage teeth. “And, I enjoy eating you. You always make the most delicious meals.”

She smiled back, not taking her eyes off of his teeth.

“I wouldn’t mind a little dessert,” he added. “Maybe something sweet.”

Brooke stood up and walked over to him. “Care for a taste?” she asked, holding out a hand to him.

He looked at her uncertainly. “Are you sure?”

She nodded.

Gently, he held her hand in his hand paws and gave it a light lick.

Brooke felt his abrasive tongue painlessly strip away a layer of her gooey flesh. Despite feeling him consuming her, she felt no discomfort at all. In fact, it even tickled a little.

Leonard moaned in pleasure. “Lime!” he declared. “You’re lime flavored!”

Somehow, Brooke knew she would be. He licked her hand again, and she giggled a little. He kept licking, swallowing her fingers as she chuckled. Soon, he had removed her entire hand with her laughing the whole time.

He let her arm go, and as she calmed down, she watched as the stump where her hand had been sprouted a new hand from it, shrinking her whole body a little as it did.

Leonard grabbed Brooke by the hips and lifted her into the air. “More!” he cried and laid her down on her back on the floor. He sniffed at her hungrily, spreading her legs as he directed his snout down at her crotch. Then, his tongue got to work again, and he proceeded to literally eat her out. The feeling of his long warm tongue poking deep into her abdomen was immensely pleasurable, even as she could sense him rapidly hallowing her out, licking her gooey body away more and more.

When Leonard pulled out for a moment to take a breath, Brooke’s body shrank again to fill in the emptiness inside of her, making her proportionally smaller. Leonard seemed at least twice as large now as he had been before, which indicated to Brooke that she was maybe only half her regular height now. She found his massive beastly body simultaneously terrifying and exciting. He was so huge, so powerful, so unstoppable, and the feeling of his hungry hot breath blowing across her thrilled her.

“More?” he asked, pronouncing the word as a question this time.

“More,” she replied, her voice sounding squeakier now. “More!”

Leonard grinned, and the sight of his enormous pointy teeth made Brooke shudder with delight. He plunged his snout into her belly and began licking and chewing. She laughed uncontrollably, feeling tickled by the sensation of him devouring her.

Again, when Leonard paused for a moment, Brooke’s body shrank even more, reducing her to the size of a baby doll.

“More!” she begged, squealing in a chipmunk voice.

He lifted her up in his monstrous paw hands, sharp claws curling around her soft gooey body. He licked her cheek, and she giggled. He licked her belly, and she chuckled. He licked her hand off completely, and she laughed, gleefully. She shrank again, growing back her hand, becoming an even smaller doll. He kept licking with his towel-sized tongue, stripping away her flesh, little-by-little, melting away her body as if she were a frozen treat.

When Brooke had shrunk small enough to rest on the pad of Leonard’s right hand paw, he stopped and held her up to his face. Staring down the length of his snout to his loving eyes, she could sense how delicious he found her, how hungry he was to finish his dessert. All it would take was one more bite. He restrained himself, though, and set her down on the carpet just in front of his foot paws.

Brooke gazed up at her mountain of a man, a skyscraper high lion stood above her, each paw big enough to crush her whole body beneath it. Even his tail was thick enough to swat her flat, like a fly.

Leonard looked down at her, lovingly, and asked, “Ready?”

She nodded and gleefully squeaked, “Do it!”

He backed away from her, giving himself space to get down on all fours. Then, crouched low, while still looming high above her, he stalked towards her on silent hunting paws. His massive snout approached her, sniffing the air to take in her alluring scent.

Then, when Leonard was inches away, he lay his massive furry body on the carpet and rested his snout down in front of her. He smiled, showing off the sawtooth sharpness of his teeth. Then, those teeth split apart forming a cave entrance of white stalactites and stalagmites. His breath blew past her like the exhaust of a humid oven. Finally, his long pink tongue extended, the tip of it coming to rest at her feet, like a red carpet, inviting her in.

Brooke hesitated only a moment, realizing that there would be no exiting that mouth if she entered it now. She took a step forward, resting her foot on the saliva-damp roughness of his tongue. The tongue twitched slightly in response, not enough to trip her up, but enough to let her know that Leonard was enjoying what he tasted. She walked forward, down the tongue toward the darkness and wet warmth ahead. Then, she was inside of him, completely at the mercy of his massive jaw. She looked back for a moment, seeing the brightness of the world beyond the silhouette of his teeth, and watched as his tongue drew in and the teeth came together, trapping her in the darkness of his moist mouth.

Saliva flowed in around her in a warm torrent, soaking her all over, like a thick bath. She felt her body soften, felt her flesh melt away as it dissolved into the saliva. The world shook as Leonard purred in delight, relishing in the delicious taste of her as she lost all cohesion, becoming only liquid, and then just a lime taste that he swallowed down his throat, into his belly and, seemingly, oblivion.

***

Leonard sat up, savoring the lime taste for a moment. His animal side had taken over when he had begun eating Brooke, but with his meal done, his human side was asserting itself again. Questions were begging for his attention, such as “What have I done?” and “Is she gone?” He felt as though he ought to be horrified by having eaten his girlfriend or at least a little worried about it. However, those concerns were not evident. In fact, he felt strangely unconcerned, confident even.

Brooke was there with him. Somehow he could sense her presence. Her body was gone, but she was not. Her love lingered like a pleasant scent in the air or an aftertaste in his mouth. She was with him and within him, having given herself to him completely. This sense of total devotion excited him. There was something sexual about having consumed all of her, every last drop of her being. He hardened up, feeling almost unbearably horny all of a sudden, as though Brooke were stimulating him from within. Pleasure built up until he felt ready to burst. Dropping to his knees, he gave his cock a momentary caress, and felt his pleasure peak as an orgasm shook his furry body. “Brooke,” he whimpered.

He came, blowing a load as if he were spurting out ropes of pure joy. His body practically glowed with pleasure. Then, he collapsed to his side with a satisfied smile on his spent-looking face. He lay there, his eyes half-shut looking at the line of splooge he had squirted onto the carpet, pearly white and so fresh that it almost seemed to be moving.

Leonard blinked and saw that his semen on the carpet actually was moving. The creamy fluid flowed in toward the largest glob of it, forming into a single puddle, which rose up into a finger-sized mass. Arms and legs formed out of the figure, and a head took shape on top. Leonard leaned in closer to get a better look as a face formed. “Brooke?” he asked.

Brooke’s eyes opened and she gazed up at Leonard’s massive lion face staring down at her in wonder. She smiled at him and looked down at her semen body, feeling strangely honored to be composed entirely of her lover’s jizz.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

She replied, but her voice was too soft and high for him to hear even with his lion ears. Then, realizing that he could not understand her words, she gave him an exaggerated nod.

Leonard smiled and held out his paw to little Brooke, pointing a claw at her chest. She stepped forward and hugged the claw to her, enjoying the intimacy of each other’s company.

***

It took Leonard many days to grow Brooke large enough to be more human-sized as opposed to doll-sized. Many semen deposits were necessary to increase her mass, but he was up to the job. In the meantime, he took care to see to her every need, although there was not much she needed aside from his help getting lifted onto comparatively giant furniture.

Soon after reforming, her body became transparent green goo again. That only hid the truth that the two of them knew: Brooke was entirely his semen now. They had formed a connection that went beyond their emotions. She was a part of him just as her food had made him a part of her. Love had become as tangible as what fed them and what they gave to feed each other. They felt full and happy and absolutely satisfied with their gift.

Watching this from a place a world away that was also simultaneously and invisibly just outside their window, Len, the freed-djinn smiled to see his handiwork so well appreciated. They had given him an invaluable gift, and he felt assured that he had fully returned the favor. He pulled back from the pair, leaving them to their bliss, and turned his attention to the greater world beyond, wondering what journeys lay ahead for him and what sport he would have in his future encounters with mortals.