The Minotaur Djinn: Goo Girlfriend (Commission) - Ch 2

A commission for Kayllik.

Later on, Leonard walked yawning into the living room. “What time is it?” he inquired, taking a seat beside Brooke on the couch.

“Almost 9 now, I think,” she replied.

“You… okay?” he asked, awkwardly.

“Yeah,” she said. “I think so. It’s just a lot to get used to, all of these changes. I feel really… different. It’s sort of scary.”

He nodded. “I know what you mean. It’s all so overwhelming. I don’t know what’s happening to me. I feel these… urges. This… hunger.”

“Do you need me to make you more food?” she asked, feeling open to shed some of her excess weight.

He shrugged with a sheepish grin on his beastly face. “Kinda,” he admitted.

Brooke felt her belly begin to expand again. “Just a moment,” she said, surprised by how fast she was getting used to this weirdness.

“Thank you,” he said, trying not to drool.

***

Brooke drifted into a dream that night. She was standing in a vast desert, atop a tall sand dune. Seeing a palm tree oasis and the light of a small campfire beside a pond, she made her way down the dune past the trees to the fire.

“Welcome, Brooke,” said a man sitting by the fire, who she recognized as the djinn, Len. He wore purple garments that hung from him loosely and comfortably. His club rested on the sand beside the fire and leaned against his shoulder.

“It’s you,” Brooke said, taking a seat beside him at the fire. “I didn’t think I would see you again.”

“Well,” Len said, “this is not an actual meeting. You are dreaming, and I am somewhere far away, still.”

Brooke looked down at her body, seeing that she appeared human again. A part of her was relieved to no longer be made of green goo. Another part of her surprised her by feeling disappointed to have lost her new body.

“You are troubled,” Len said.

“I don’t know what to make of your ‘gift,’” she admitted. “I’m not ungrateful, but I’m… confused about how this benefits me. Why did you do this to me?”

“Your gift is one that you share with each other,” he explained. “What you give is given back to you. Leonard’s love for you and your love for him will be a source of joy for you both. Trust in each other, and you will understand in time.”

Brooke nodded. “I’ll try,” she said, staring into the fire. “I have some more questions, though.” She turned to look at him again and realized that she was alone now in the oasis. Len had disappeared.

Brooke stood up and saw the moon reflected in the water of the pond. The water rippled in the breeze, breaking up the reflection into countless sparkling shards of light. Then, the oasis disappeared and the light scattered into the darkness like stars.

***

The next morning, Brooke woke up, feeling ready to face the strangeness of another day as a goo girl. She fed Leonard again, bringing her down below her normal size again but not too small. Then, he got dressed in some of his new clothes and headed out to work, hoping that no one there would care that he was a different species all of a sudden. Brooke did not have to work until tomorrow, but after a look around the apartment, she realized that the place was in need of some work. There was dust to be cleaned and an accumulation of scattered lion fur shed by Leonard. As wild as things had become, it would seem that there was still a need to take care of everyday things.

As she worked, her goo slowly accumulated a layer of dusty filth that she wanted to clean off. When she tried wiping it away, it remained stuck to her. She realized that she would need to visit a sink or maybe the shower to wash it off. Still, she had reservations about getting wet now that her body was mostly liquid. She was unsure if the water would run over her surface or if it would dissolve her. She turned on a faucet in the bathroom and tested getting the back of her left hand wet. The dirt washed off, and her goo maintained its integrity. She let out a sigh of relief and went back to cleaning.

When the apartment was clean, she started the shower and rinsed her whole body clean, glad to find that she no longer needed any soap or shampoo. It turned out that her goo was slightly hydrophobic, meaning the final droplets rolled off of her once the shower head was turned off. A towel was no longer necessary. She stepped over to the sink to do more freshening up, but she realized that was unnecessary as well. She had no hair to dry. She had no teeth to brush. She had no body odor to deodorize. Being made of goo did make cleaning up very simple.

Brooke took a seat to watch some TV and ponder her new existence. Already, she had discovered some new benefits to this body. She wondered what other secrets it held. Thinking of the times that Leonard had transformed her to meet his needs, she wondered if she might be able to control how her body changed on her own. She shut the TV off and tried to get into a meditative state, with the idea that she might be able to direct her power with a focused mind. However, she no longer had eyelids to shut, and breathing appeared to be optional for her now. She could just sit there like an inanimate lump of goo for countless minutes. Eventually, she zoned out to the point that she fell asleep, sitting there on the couch.

“Brooke?” Leonard said, waking her up from a long nap. “Are you asleep?”

“Um,” she said, blinking her useless eyelids and she regained consciousness. “I was just trying to do a little meditating. I must have drifted off.”

“Weird,” he said, taking a seat on the recliner. “You were so still, not even breathing. If I hadn’t known better, I could have sworn you were a mannequin or some kind of doll.”

Brooke smirked. “A doll?”

Leonard had a sheepish look on his lion face. “Well,” he said. “You know. There are certain dolls… Grown up dolls.”

“Have you done much research on these… dolls?” she asked, amused by his embarrassment.

“No. No. Never. But… you know… I did always wonder what it might be like.”

Brooke began to chuckle but stopped when she felt her body changing again. However, instead of melting into liquid, she felt her goo flesh become more solid, like rubber or silicone. Moments later, she stiffened up until she was unable to move at all. She could only sit there, smiling… like a doll.

“Wow,” Leonard said, standing up and approaching her lifeless body. “I didn’t expect that to happen.” He lifted her arm and it stayed extended where he moved it. He then tilted her chin upwards, and her smiling face gazed up at his, involuntarily. Feeling bolder, he placed his hand paws on her knees and gently spread her legs apart.

“If you don’t want to do this,” he said, “then I want you to turn back to normal again, right now. I mean it. Whatever magic is doing this, listen to me. I don’t want her forced into anything she does not want.”

Brooke could not respond, but she was just as curious as he was. She trusted him completely. If she could speak, she would have consented enthusiastically.

“Okay,” Leonard said. “Let’s give this a go.”

Leonard removed his clothes. Then, he crouched low to get his hips on her level and leaned forward on top of her, gently sliding himself inside. She sat there, unmoving, forced to take what he gave her. Normally, she would be calling shots or getting on top to control the tempo. Now, she was at his mercy, feeling him penetrate her, rapidly thrusting deep into her. It was jarring and a little frightening. She felt helpless under his ferocious humping, so overpowering, so unstoppable.

However, there was no despair in her, despite how degrading the whole situation was. If anything, she felt thrilled. She had become an object with a single purpose, and here she was fulfilling it, perfectly. She was the world’s greatest fuck-doll, and her man was appreciating her to the fullest possible degree. In that moment, she wanted nothing more than to remain his toy, to let him use her any way he pleased.

More than just being an observer, Brooke could feel everything, all that stimulation bringing her close to her own climax. Before she was ready, though, Leonard finished, filling her crotch with his warmth. Sounding exhausted, he collapsed on her as he caught his breath. She felt a bit crushed under his weight, but there was no pain or discomfort, just a feeling of pressure. When he had caught his breath and calmed down a little, he stood up from her and stared at her, a hungry look in his eyes.

“More,” he growled.

Brooke would have cheered if she were able to.

Leonard roughly lifted her from the couch and draped her body over his shoulder before hauling her off into the bedroom and dumping her onto the bed. This time, he positioned her with her ass up and took her from behind, like an animal. What a magnificent beast! And, how beastly he made her feel. She was sure she would orgasm this time. Unfortunately, he finished much more quickly this time, but he was ready to go again soon after.

Next, he positioned her with her mouth at the level of his crotch while he knelt in front of her and guided her to fellatiate him. As she had sensed his touch before and felt the pleasure from his stimulation, she tasted him now, so musky and pungent. Sweaty and slicked over with the remnants of his last couple of ejaculations. Although there was something repulsive about it, she felt no disgust. If she had wanted to vomit, she would have no way of doing it, no organs existed that could do it. Instead, she just accepted him befouling her mouth with his filthy lion cock. Her throat became his cum dumpster, swallowing down his semen like a creamy dessert but warm and salty and nutty. The flavor lingered a while before his cum dissolved inside of her, becoming a part of her, turning her even more into the product of his cock.

Leonard used his new sex doll in this way for the remainder of the evening, until his hunger finally overcame his lust, and he carried her back to the living room, depositing her back on the couch where he had found her. Brooke sank heavily into the cushions, her body having become thick and bloated from all of the loads he had deposited in her. She could only wonder what she looked like now, but she was sure she must look quite chunky. She had never been even a little pudgy before. Being this huge felt funny, her body having become so massive and lumpy, with so many new curves and crevices.

As she sat there, she noticed that the curtains and blinds were open, meaning she was visible to anyone that happened to look in their windows. She felt so exposed, being left on display to the public like this. What would people think, seeing her so obese and immobile? Something about that sense of embarrassment and dread thrilled her, making her wish someone would see her and gawk at her in disgust. No one took any notice of her, though, to her disappointment.

“I ordered a pizza,” Leonard said. “Should be here soon.”

Brooke wondered if the delivery worker would get to see her like this and hoped that she would be stared at.

Leonard walked over to her and smiled down at her. “Look at you,” he said. “My big beautiful babe. I have enjoyed my fuck doll a lot today. I bet you’ve been enjoying me as well.”

Brooke would have nodded if she could.

“I think I want my girlfriend back now,” he said. “As lovely as it is to use you like this, you’re not much good for conversation, and I’m feeling a bit lonely.”

Brooke felt her body soften, as if her muscles had gone from being fully tensed to fully relaxed all at once. She took a breath, her first voluntary action since she had last spoken to him. It felt strange to be alive again. Suddenly, she was responsible for her own body, having lost the freedom of just existing as an object in his possession.

“Welcome back,” he said.

She sighed and replied, “Thank you.”

“What’s the matter?” he asked, concerned. “Did you dislike being a doll? I was very clear to the magic that if you didn’t want-”

“No. That’s not the problem,” she said, interrupting him. “I did want it.”

“So then…”

“I didn’t want it to end,” she explained. “I was really enjoying just being an object for you to use.”

He smirked. “Do you want to do it again?”

She nodded. “The next chance we get. Anytime you want. Take me. Use me. I’m yours.”

Leonard smiled. “Okay,” he said, stroking her cheek with a furry finger. “I’ll be happy to have my toy back again, later.”

Brooke smiled, feeling the warmth of his affection.

Leonard thought for a moment and smirked. “What if I tried some more… demeaning forms for you?”

Intrigued, Brooke smiled even wider. “What do you have in mind?”

“Let me surprise you. If the transformation turns out to be something you do not want to experience at all, then we’ll agree to have you turn back to normal immediately. Deal?”

“Deal,” she replied without a moment of hesitation.

“When do you want to begin?”

“Surprise me,” she said.

Leonard nodded. “I will.”

Brooke tried to stand up and fell back onto the couch, having become unaccustomed to moving on her own. It did not help that Leonard had nearly doubled her weight with all of his fluid deposits into her. She managed to get upright on her next try. Standing there, looking down at her pudgy goo body, she let her hands trace the contours of her rounded belly and lift the massive weight of her breasts. She appreciated the sensations caused by her increased size. There was more of her now; she took up more space, had more weight to throw around, more inertia to prevent anything from slowing her down or pushing her aside. She felt more capable of having her way. Confidently, she walked to the glass door to their apartment balcony and stood there in full view of anyone passing by, feeling gooey and naked and huge. She smiled.

***

The two of them went about their evening as usual. All the while, Brooke waited, wondering when he would transform her again. However, nothing happened that evening. They just went to bed, had a bit of conventional sex, and fell asleep.

The next morning, Brooke woke to find that she was alone in bed. Leonard had gotten up before her. It was a Saturday, so she knew he would not be at work. She slid her bloated body to the edge of the bed and tipped herself onto her feet. After a brief bit of searching she found Leonard in the kitchen, poking around in the fridge.

“Hmm,” he muttered to himself, “Don’t we have anything I can fry up?”

“Good morning,” Brooke said, walking up to him and kissing his furry cheek. “How’s my favorite pet kitty doing? Hungry?”

“Starving,” he said, smiling at her with his pointy teeth. “So, am I a housecat to you now?”

“Just being cutesy,” she said, petting his mane. “You’re my big beautiful beast, and you know it.”

Leonard was silent for a pensive moment and replied, “If I’m the big one, then that would make you MY pet. Wouldn't it?”

“What do you…?” Brooke asked, as she felt that melting sensation again.

Before she could get an explanation, her posture was forced forward to a horizontal orientation, dropping her hands to the floor. Her fingers and toes shortened and reshaped into clawed paws, as a tail sprouted from her backside. Her mouth and nose stretched out into a snout, while her ears grew long and flopped over. Then, her whole body became covered in a thick layer of green fur.

Brooke looked up at Leonard and tried to ask him to explain what he had done, but instead of words, her mouth produced a series of barks and growls.

“Good dog!” Leonard said, petting the top of her furry head.

She barked again, inquisitively.

“To be honest,” he said, “you’re probably a bit too big for a normal dog, like an oversized St. Bernard. Still, I don’t think anyone will be too concerned by seeing a big green puppy like you walking down the street.”

Brooke barked, feeling growing excitement at the idea of going for a walk. Her tail began to wag by its own volition.

“Want to go for a walk?”

She barked again, and her tail went wild.

“Let’s go,” he said, leading her to the door, where he grabbed his keys and pulled a plastic bag out of the closet. Then, he let her out into the hallway.

They hurried downstairs, Brooke panting happily as she led the way to the front door of the apartment building. She waited for him to let her out and she sprinted out onto the sidewalk, where she paused to wait for him to catch up.

“Now,” Leonard said, as he stepped up beside her. “Let’s stretch our legs.”

Brooke trotted happily beside her master as he walked down the sidewalk. They headed for a nearby park and entered it. It was a sunny day, and already there were families setting up to have fun with their kids and grown ups exercising, some jogging and some doing yoga.

When the people in the park spotted Leonard and Brooke approaching, they were delighted to encounter these good-natured beasts. The kids reacted as if they had just discovered the lion pen at a zoo, rushing over to greet the furry couple.

Brooke enjoyed the children petting her, absorbing the warmth of their affection like sunshine. One of the smaller ones even went for a short ride on Brooke’s back as if she were a pony.

Soon, though, Brooke was feeling the need to relieve herself. Leonard walked her over to some bushes where she squatted down and let slip something from her backside.

“Thank you!” said Leondard, picking up what she had left on the grass. “Smells delicious.”

Brooke gave what he was holding a little sniff. It was a sausage, which smelled deliciously savory. Leonard slipped that sausage into a bag. Then, Brooke proceeded to produce a dozen more sausages for him, which he bagged up together.

By the time she felt fully relieved, she had lost enough mass that she appeared to be an average-sized dog.

Leonard took a moment to poke his snout into the bag to smell her sausages. He sighed happily and said, “Let’s go home for some lunch.”

To be continued...