The Minotaur Djinn: Goo Girlfriend (Commission) - Ch 1

A commission for Kayllik.

Len, the djinn, stood there with a dumbfounded look on his bullish face, staring down at the woman who wore his ring and her man. The couple appeared earnest, but over the centuries he had learned to distrust humans.

In a soft but rumbling deep voice, he requested, “Please, repeat that for me again. Did you say you would free me?”

Brooke, the woman, replied, “That is correct.”

Being an enormous minotaur clutching a hefty club in his hands, Len tended to intimidate most humans, even though he was incorporeal. This woman, however, did not seem intimidated, which made Len even more suspicious of her. “Is this a trick?” he asked.

“No trick,” Brooke said. “We will wish you free, if you promise not to hurt us or curse us or whatever. We don’t want to force you to grant us wishes. We believe no one should be kept a slave. So… Do you agree?”

Len spent a long moment in deep thought, still not willing to accept that what they were offering was true.

“What’s he doing?” Leonard, her man, asked, as he was unable to see Len without wearing the ring as she was.

“He’s thinking,” Brooke explained.

“My answer,” Len said, after careful consideration, “is I will agree to your terms. You will wish me free of my imprisonment. In return, I will cause you no harm. You will not be hurt or cursed. If you do as you say, then I will not wrong either of you in any way.”

Brooke smiled and turned to Leonard, “He has agreed to it.”

“Alright,” Leonard said, excitedly. “Do it. Wish him free.”

Brook turned to the minotaur and said, “Len, I wish you free from the ring. You will no longer be forced to serve humans.”

Len smiled, the first true smile he had done since time immemorial. His spiritual form felt untethered at last from the confinement of the ring. With that curse lifted, his physical form returned in a burst of brilliant light.

Leonard gasped. “I can see him!”

“It worked!” Brooke said.

“Free,” Len said, looking down at himself. “I am… free.”

Leonard and Brooke held hands and smiled at him.

Len looked at the couple and set down his club. Then, on heavy hooves he stepped over to them, and embraced them both in a hug. “My kind friends!” he said. “Thank you! Thank you both.”

“You’re welcome,” Leonard replied, his voice a bit wheezy from the tightness of the hug.

Hearing Leonard’s discomfort, Len let him go. “Forgive me,” he said. “I have not been corporeal for centuries. I forget my strength. My gratitude knows no bounds, though. Never in all my years have I met two such as yourselves, so kind and selfless.”

“Aw,” Brooke said, waving away his compliment. “Thank you. It’s nothing, really.”

“It’s everything to me,” Len said. “Allow me to grant you a wish each, good wishes. No tricks. No curses. You will both receive exactly what you desire with a guarantee of your satisfaction.”

“Really?” Leonard asked. “You know, you don’t have to?”

“It is my wish to reward you both for your generosity,” Len said. “Will you grant this wish for me?”

Leonard and Brooke checked with each other and smiled.

“Sure,” Brooke said. “Let’s do it.”

Len asked, “What do you wish, Brooke?”

“I don’t know,” she said, glancing at Leonard. “Maybe you could make me everything Leonard could want me to be, an ideal body for him.”

“You already are my ideal,” Leonard said, lifting her hand to his lips to kiss it.

“Hmm,” Len grunted, intrigued. “And you, Leonard?”

“I suppose I want the same for Brooke,” he said. “Give me a body that will drive her wild.”

“A gift for each other,” Len said, nodding. After a moment’s thought, he said, “I know exactly what to grant you both.”

Len picked up his club again and held it up before him as though he were saluting them with a sword. Then, he shut his eyes in concentration, summoning up the ancient power of his kind, voluntarily for the first time in eons.

Brooke and Leonard felt their bodies begin to change. At first, they expected some sort of enhancement to their appearances, but what they saw surprised them.

Leonard’s clothes became uncomfortably tight, as his body grew larger and fur spread over his skin. Power surged through his swelling muscles. His hair became a shaggy mane that covered him down his neck to his shoulders. Claws burst free of his shoes and extended from his fingertips. Then, his pants split open allowing a tail to snake free from his backside. A deepening growl rumbled from his throat as his face stretched into a thick snout, his mouth filling with sharp teeth. When his clothes finally gave in, tearing off his beastly body, the changes reached their conclusion. Leonard looked down at his lion-man body in amazement.

As Leonard was becoming an anthropomorphic beast, Brooke was experiencing her own full-body transformation. While her body remained the same size, she immediately noticed a change to the surface of her skin. Every blemish and hair on her body smoothed out and took on a sheen, like polished plastic. She lifted her hands and watched as her fingerprints were erased. Then, her body lost its opacity, turning clear, like icicles, but taking on a green color, like a gelatin dessert. She flexed her bone-less transparent fingers, finding them just as dexterous as before, only see-through now. She squeezed one hand with the fingers of another, finding it somewhat squishy with an odd texture, not quite slippery and not quite sticky, sort of… gooey. There was a worrying sense of impermanence to her body now, as if she were just a fluid pretending to be semi-solid and human-shaped.

With their transformations now complete, the two of them turned their attention to each other and gasped.

“L-leonard?” Brooke asked the lion-man beside her with a watery voice.

“Brooke?” Leonard grumble-growled in response, looking straight through the face of his goo girlfriend.

“W-what happened to us?” Brooke asked, looking back down at her hands. “Djinn?” she said, turning to address the minotaur. However, they were now alone in the room. Len had vanished just as suddenly as he had appeared.

“Where did he go?” Leonard asked, scanning around and instinctually sniffing the air.

“He promised,” Brooke said, feeling outraged and wronged. “He promised he would not harm us. How could he do this to us? He said he would grant our wishes right. He said we would be satisfied.”

Leonard growled and said, “I’m sorry I suggested it. This is all my fault.”

“No,” Brooke replied. “I thought it was a good idea too. We both agreed on it. Don’t blame yourself. Blame that tricky bull.”

Leonard sighed, looking down at his naked lion body. “What am I going to do for clothes now,” he wondered. “I’m too big for anything I own. I wish I could just cover up a little.”

Brooke felt an odd sensation, her body seemed to be melting away. “Leonard,” she cried as she collapsed to the ground into a formless puddle, leaking out of her own clothes as she did. Then, she felt herself flow across the floor to Leonard’s paws and begin to cascade up his fur, like a waterfall in reverse.

“Brooke!” he cried as he felt his girlfriend’s liquified body spread over his fur, covering his whole body except for his paws, his forearms, his neck, and his head. Her body then took on the texture of fabric, blue denim on his lower half and white jersey fabric on top. When the transformation was complete, Leonard appeared to be dressed in a white t-shirt and jeans, although he knew it was actually Brooke he was wearing.

“Brooke?” he said, hoping that she was still conscious, despite having become clothing.

“This feels so strange,” her watery voice said from out of nowhere. “I can feel you. Inside of me. I can feel your chest expanding when you breathe. I feel your heart beating. I’m… containing you. So weird.”

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Well,” she said. “Considering that I’m no longer human and I’ve been turned into a casual outfit, I’m okay, I guess.”

“Why did this happen? This doesn’t make sense.”

“What was it you said just before I melted?”

“I said… something like ‘I wish I could cover up,’” he replied, and then it made sense to him. “Oh!”

“Yeah,” she said. “Looks like you got your wish.”

“How do I… you know, undo it?”

“Maybe wish me back to normal?”

“Sure,” he said, and then cleared his throat. “I wish Brooke was back in her normal body.”

They waited quietly for half a minute, hoping that something would happen, but Brooke remained his clothing.

“Well, that didn’t work,” she said and sighed.

“Sorry,” Leonard said.

“What now?” Brooke asked.

Neither of them had an answer.

***

An hour later, Leonard had made a sandwich and was eating his lunch, trying not to let crumbs fall on Brooke. The two of them experienced the meal in distinctly different ways. Leonard found the ham to be more delicious than any meat he had ever eaten before. Brooke felt the rumbling and gurgling of his stomach as he filled it, and she could tell right away when the sandwich was done that his rumbling belly remained unsatisfied.

Leonard licked the last traces of mustard from his paw and grumbled, “I feel like I could eat five of those, now.”

“If I were human,” Brooke replied. “I would be happy to make you something to eat.”

“I really wish you could,” he said.

Once more, Brooke felt her body melt, turning from cloth to liquid and cascading down Leonard’s fur. She puddled on the floor at his paws where she began to reform, rising up into a human shape again.

She smiled and looked down at her hands, feeling overjoyed just to have hands at all. “I can move again,” she said, hugging herself. “I suppose, you never really appreciate how nice it is to be a person until you aren’t one for a while.”

“But,” Leonard said. “Why did you turn back now?”

“I don’t know,” she said. “Maybe I…” Her thought was interrupted by a strange swelling sensation in her belly. The two of them watched in amazement as something solid formed within her while her belly grew to contain it.

“Is that a…?”

“I hope not,” Brooke replied looking down at her seemingly pregnant belly. The object within her did not appear to be a baby, however. It had limbs and a body, but it was too thick around the middle and seemingly headless to be human. “Oof,” she said, feeling it sliding down within her, “I think it’s coming out.” She squatted down and painlessly birthed an entire roasted turkey from between her legs.

Leonard sniffed the air and licked his drooling chops. Without a word, he pounced on the meat and began ripping skin and flesh from it in ravenous hunger.

Brooke just sat there on the floor, watching in stunned silence as her lion boyfriend devoured the mysterious meat she had somehow produced for him. It was frightening, how ferocious he seemed. The moist squishing sounds his drooling feline mouth made as it bit into the flesh of the bird were obscenely loud, the little grunts in between swallows punctuating the meal. The way the wire-brush texture of his tongue stripped the bones clean terrified her. What if he licked her? Could her gooey flesh survive it? She shivered in fear, while simultaneously staring at him with odd fascination. She could not look away. He was such a beast, so big, so forceful. She felt dwarfed by him.

Brooke looked away a moment and realized that the room seemed bigger as well. She stood up and found that she must have become half a foot shorter.

“Leonard?” she said while he finished licking his chops clean. “I think I’m shrinking.”

For a moment, Leonard just stared down at the remaining pile of bones, wondering if he could break them open and suck the marrow out of them. Then, he gazed at her curiously as he rose to his feet. Indeed, she seemed even more petite than before.

“That's strange,” he said, feeling satisfyingly full of her meat.

“That food that came out of me,” she said. “That mass must have been subtracted from my body. You ate part of me.” She was mildly horrified but not quite angry.

“Sorry,” he grunted and tried to clean some stringy bit of sineu out from between his pointy teeth using his tongue. “Didn’t mean to do it. I just… felt so hungry.”

“Well,” she said. “Let’s go shopping for some food, then. Hopefully, I’ll grow back some of my body when I eat something.”

“You want to go out looking like that?” he asked. “Don’t you think people would freak out seeing us looking like this?”

“I don’t know what the djinn was thinking when he did this to us, but I doubt he would give us bodies that we couldn’t show in public.”

Leonard looked down at his bare fur, “I still feel kind of naked. I wish we had money enough to afford some new clothes for me.”

Brooke’s body melted down again forming into a lump of goo. Again, something solid formed within her, which remained on the floor when she rose up again into her human shape. The two of them stared down at a small pile of cash that rapidly dried as the two of them stared at it in amazement.

“Okay,” she said, feeling a little smaller again. “I guess we have the money now.”

***

Returning home that afternoon, Brooke felt relieved to be back in the privacy of the apartment she shared with Leonard. While it had been a mostly uneventful trip, the whole experience had exhausted her.

As she had expected, no one seemed to make a big deal out of their strangely transformed bodies. While she had worried that someone would scream and run, mostly people paid them no mind. The few that did notice seemed unimpressed by the lion-man and goo-girl.

They found some clothes for Leonard, in the biggest sizes and stretchiest fabrics. The outfit did not fit him well, but he felt more comfortable in human clothes. Brooke strangely felt no desire to be clothed. She tried on a shirt and felt uncomfortable with it sticking to the surface of her gooey flesh. Since no one seemed to mind her being naked, she decided to stay that way. Also, the money Brooke had produced was only enough to afford a few outfits for Leonard.

On the way home, Brooke had suggested they get some food, not wanting to have to birth another meal for Leonard out of fear of how much mass she might lose. Already, she felt worryingly small compared to the other people they encountered. To shrink even more would be a serious problem. Leonard finished his pile of hamburgers in no time. Brooke tried eating her own hamburger but discovered an immediate problem in that she no longer had teeth. Nothing in her body was harder than the food she was attempting to chew. Instead, she just made it soggy. She experimentally stuffed a french fry into her mouth and swallowed it whole, feeling it begin to soften as it sank to her middle. Then, she waited several minutes while watching through her clear stomach as it digested into nothing. The thought of cramming a whole meal into her to watch it turn to mush and dissolve removed any trace of an appetite she had remaining.

“You going to finish that?” Leonard asked.

Brooke shook her head and watched worriedly as Leonard pounced on her food, munching it away in seconds.

***

Back home again, they tried to settle into their regular routine. Normally, they would watch a show on TV around this time in the evening. Leonard took his regular seat on the couch although he had to slouch a bit to get his tail into a comfortable position beneath him.

He grunted and said, “This is kinda annoying. I wish I had a footrest or something, so I could get comfortable.”

Before she had a chance to respond, Brooke’s body melted down again, flowing down beneath his lion paws and lifting them up as she reformed into a soft-topped cylinder. When the transformation was complete, Brooke discovered that she was no longer able to move. Somehow she could hear and see and feel what was going on around her, but she had no way to respond to it. After a few moments, she realized what she had become, an ottoman, a footrest for her boyfriend. It was bad enough to have been transformed into an inanimate piece of furniture, but what made it worse was Leonard’s reaction.

“Ahh,” he sighed in relief. “That’s much better.” She felt him dig his heels into her cushioned top as he started their show on the TV. It would seem that he had all but forgotten her. To him, she was just something on which to rest his furry feet.

There she stood, holding up his paws, unable to do anything but watch and wait and hope that she would be back in her goo body again sometime soon.

***

Hours later, after Leonard had finished watching a whole season of their show, he finally stood up to go use the toilet. Then, at long last, Brooke felt her body become fluid again, reforming into her regular human shape.

She let out a sigh of relief as she stretched her limbs, enjoying the feeling of having regained control of her body. Just being able to move at all felt incredible.

Leonard returned to the room and noticed her there. “Oh,” he said. “You’re back.”

“I never left,” Brooke said, feeling a bit annoyed. “I was busy propping up your furry feet.”

“I… I sort of forgot,” he admitted. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” she said. “You didn’t mean to do that, I’m sure.”

“Let’s do something for you now,” he suggested. “Tell me, what would you like to do?”

Leonard stepped up to her, and she was dumbfounded by how enormous and powerful he seemed as a beast man looking down at her smaller body.

“Would you like to eat something?” he asked. “I know I’m starving again. I wish we could have some more meat.”

As had happened earlier that day, Brooke felt her belly begin to expand.

“No,” she moaned. “Not again.”

Soon, she felt herself “pregnant” once more with some kind of roasted food. Feeling it ready to be “birthed” she squatted down and deposited a whole honeyed ham on the floor, steaming warm. Feeling spent by the experience she took a seat on the floor with the ham between her feet.

Leonard sniffed the ham and leapt on it, noisily ripping it apart with his pointy lion teeth. As he ate, Brooke sat and watched in stunned silence, fascinated by the overpowering ferocity of her man as he rushed through his meal. The whole ham was gone in a couple of minutes.

As Leonard licked up what was left, he grunted and said, “Good. Tasty.”

Brooke got to her feet and found that the room seemed to have grown even larger around her, leaving her feeling like a child. She knew what had happened, though. By producing more meat for Leonard, she had lost even more mass from her gooey body, reducing her overall size even more. Now, she had shrunk to just barely over four feet tall.

Leonard rose to stand on his foot paws, and Brooke felt a shiver ripple through her body as she saw how much he towered over her now. She thought of how much of her body mass he had swallowed that day already, and she wondered just how many meals she had left in her before he had devoured her entirely.

A low rumble came from Leonard’s throat. At first, Brooke worried that he was growling at her, but then she realized that he was actually purring. She recognized the lust in his eyes. He rested his giant paw hands on her shoulders and said, “I want you.”

Brooke was speechless, feeling both terrified and excited by the intense attention of this beast.

He crouched down and lifted her up in his powerful arms and carried her to the bedroom. She worried a moment about whether she could handle him being as relatively enormous as he was. When she looked down at her gooey crotch, she realized how silly it was to worry about him fitting. She had just produced a whole ham from her crotch. No doubt, he was not quite that big. Still, she suspected that he would feel a lot bigger than any other man that had been inside her.

Brooke had heard men being described as an animal in bed, but she doubted anyone had experienced it as literally as she did. Tensed muscles covered in rough fur overpowered her. Pointy teeth dripping with saliva and hot breath hovered above her face, hungry for her. He was a predator and she was his prey, and she found herself enjoying it. He finished quickly, and before she could wonder why, he began again. Later on, she would learn that this was typical for lions. Mating was potentially hazardous and, therefore, brief although repetitive.

Little by little, he satiated his lust for her, pushing her to her own orgasms several times after what turned out to be hours of lovemaking.

When both of them were totally spent, they lay in bed together, feeling exhausted but satisfied. Leonard fell asleep and began snoring, loudly. That drove Brooke to get out of bed, but her body felt oddly sluggish. She slid herself to the edge of the bed and swung her feet over to set them on the floor. After standing up, she was shocked to discover just how much bigger she had become.

Brooke was back to her regular height, and it appeared that she had gained some weight beyond what she had before, giving her slightly larger breasts and ass. She cupped her round, water-balloon breasts wondering where all this new mass had come from. She knew she had been losing mass by creating food for Leonard. Had making love with him somehow filled her up again? He had certainly deposited some of his own bodily fluids within her, repeatedly. Was this really… semen mass that had filled her back up to her normal size and then some?

While she appreciated not feeling small anymore, the fact that lion-man semen now made up a significant portion of her overall body mass unsettled her. She could appreciate that there was a certain symmetry to it. She fed Leonard, draining herself, and he used the nutrition from her to produce jism that could fill her back up again. There was a balance there, some kind of symbiosis. She was relieved to have a way of growing back, but the method was a little concerning.

Brooke left Leonard to nap as she walked to the bathroom to get a look at her transformed body. While she liked the appearance of her more shapely figure, she had a hard time coming to terms with her gooey body. It was so odd to be able to see through her own reflection to the wall behind her. She felt oddly insubstantial, having nothing solid within her at all now. Remembering the times she had melted, she realized that being a liquid was more natural for her now. Maintaining her goo-girl form required some artificial force. If that force was removed, then she was sure she would just splash onto the floor as a helpless puddle. Looking down at the sink seeing the drain, old childhood fears of being sucked down into it returned to her. Impossible imagined dangers had become very real now. She wondered what would happen if she actually went down there as a liquid. Would she dissolve into nothing in the sewers? Would she be lost forever? Did she even want to know the answer? Too many doubts and worries weighed on her mind. What was certain now, though, was that her new body would take some time to get used to.

Feeling that her thoughts were getting too deep, Brooke headed for the living room to zone out in front of the TV as the sun set.