The Minotaur Djinn: Wishing Ring (Commission)

A commission for Kayllik.

The magic ring fit on Cameron’s finger, but just barely. However, nothing happened when he slipped it on. He had been expecting the gem to glow or a breeze to kick up in his living room. At least a little tingle of static electricity would have been enough, but there was nothing. It was only a simple gold ring with an emerald gem, an ordinary antique. Just when he started to believe that he had been scammed, he heard floorboards creak behind him. Annoyed, thinking that his roommate had come home early from his party, he ignored the sound at first. A pungent musk filled the air, a barnyard smell. Then, he heard a snort from behind him, unmistakably the exhalation of a large mammal.

Cameron spun around and nearly screamed when he saw the minotaur standing behind the couch, its flaring nostrils looming above him, horns nearly scraping the ceiling. After the initial shock from the beast’s sudden presence in his apartment, Cameron calmed himself. He looked it over, naked aside from a leathery loincloth, looking like a bull stood upright with the posture of a man. Just its sheer size and strength would have been intimidating enough, but it held in its hoof-like hands an enormous wooden club, its surface worn smooth apparently by endless years of use.

The minotaur just stood there, staring at Cameron, breathing, clutching its club. Waiting.

Cameron did his best to seem confident. “You are Len?” he said, hoping to confirm that his research had led him to the correct ring.

The minotaur, Len, responded with a subtle nod.

“You are a djinn?”

Again, the beast nodded.

Cameron felt his fear subside. At the very least, he had his research to fall back on for support. “I wear your ring,” he said, lifting his hand, showing it off. “You must obey me. I am your master now.”

A rumbling sound came from deep within Len’s throat, like a growl or an extended grunt.

Cameron did not let his fear show. “I command you to speak,” he said. “Tell me that I am your master and you must obey me.”

The beast’s voice was deep but surprisingly soft and articulate. “You speak the truth,” Len said. “You wear the ring, so you are my master. I must obey.”

Cameron smiled. “Will you grant my wishes with your magic?”

“The magic I work is powerful, able to shape the world at a thought,” Len confirmed. “And, yes, I am bound to follow your commands, but beware. While I must obey my master, I need not satisfy you.”

Cameron was so deep in thought, considering what to wish for, that he all but ignored the djinn’s subtle threat. Cameron’s mind turned again to his roommate, thinking about how Kevin got all the girls. He was the fun one, the handsome one, the life of the party. If only Cameron were more like Kevin… Or, if only Kevin were more to Cameron’s liking…

“Len,” he said. “My roommate Kevin… Could you transform him into a sexy girlfriend for me?”

Again, there was a growling grunt. “You would have me enslave this man to your will, twist his body and mind to your whims?”

“I just…” Cameron struggled to side-step his own shame. “I was only asking a question.”

Len lifted his club with one hand and pointed it at Cameron. “Listen to my words,” the beast said. “I could reshape him as you please, but his mind, same as his soul, is his own possession. If this Kevin were willing, I might broker a deal with him, earn his consent for you to reshape his mind in return for some boon I might owe him later. This is possible, but I urge you to think. Would he agree to this deal for any reward?”

Cameron considered it and shook his head.

Len lowered his club and said, “Then, he would look as you wish, but he would never feel for you as you wish.”

Cameron sighed. “It’s not fair,” he said. “He gets whatever he wants, whoever he wants. All the girls love him. I get ignored. I’ve never had… If only… I wish… I wish…”

“You wish you were more attractive to women?”

“Yeah,” Cameron said. “I just wish that they would not be turned off by me. Women think Kevin is cute. I wish they thought I was cute.”

Len shut his eyes and declared, “Your wish shall be made true.”

Cameron felt himself begin to shrink. At first, he thought that he was only losing weight, which was a welcome change as he had a surplus of it. However, he soon realized he was becoming shorter as well. “Wait,” Cameron said. “What’s happening?” His voice cracked up an octave as he spoke.

Len did not respond, his eyes remained shut in concentration.

Cameron shrank below five feet tall. At which point, it became clear to him that he was not only getting smaller but younger too. All his body hair thinned away and what little muscle he had slimmed to nothing. His increasingly oversized clothes hung from him, pants slipping down his waist, t-shirt draped on him like a dress. Just when he feared that he might end up a baby, the rejuvenation ended, leaving him with the body of a preschool boy.

“What the hell?” his flute-like voice squeaked. “I didn’t want this.”

Cameron looked over to where the minotaur had been, seeing no sign of the beast anywhere. He spun around, frantic to find Len, fearful that he had been stranded in the body of a child, but he was alone. Without the beast in there, the empty living room seemed disturbingly large from his reduced perspective. Just as he came to believe that the djinn had abandoned him, he noticed that the ring was no longer on his finger. He searched the floor at his little feet and found it lying on the carpet under the coffee table, having fallen off his skinny finger as he regressed.

He slipped the ring back on his finger, taking care to hold his hand up to keep it from falling off again. As soon as he was wearing it again, the minotaur reappeared right where he had been, seeming even more intimidatingly enormous than before.

“You,” Cameron said, his fury overpowering his fear. He pointed an accusing finger at the beast and nearly dropped the ring again. “You didn’t grant my wish right.”

“How so?” Len said, smirking.

“I wanted girls to be attracted to me,” Cameron whined. “No girl’s going to want to date a little kid.”

“You wished for women to think you cute. To accomplish that, I made you what you wished for, as fully as can be. Cuteness personified. After all, what is more cute to a woman than an adorable child?”

“You knew what I wanted.”

“I obeyed your command, exactly as you worded it.”

Cameron groaned in impotent frustration. “You need to fix this.”

“Are you sure you want to try again?” Len asked, sounding genuinely concerned. “Why assume that another attempt would go any better? Maybe leave well enough alone. In time, you will return to the age you were before. You would likely be wiser about your choices while growing up again.”

“No,” Cameron said. “I want you to turn me back, now.”

Len sighed. “Very well,” he said, disappointed but not surprised. “Make your wish.”

“I wish I wasn’t a little boy. I wish I was the same age as I was before… only better looking,” Cameron said, adding the last part after a moment of inspiration.

Once more, Len shut his eyes and declared, “Your wish shall be made true.”

Cameron felt himself begin to grow. The sensation of getting older was satisfying. Quite the opposite of the discomfort of regressing. Limbs lengthened, weight increased, and strength returned. However, as puberty approached, he noticed some unexpected changes. His weight was accumulating more around his hips and butt than his stomach. Then, it began to form into a pair of mounds on his chest.

“What’s going on?” he asked, hearing his voice sounding high and soft still, even as he entered his teens. Just as he came to realize that he was growing breasts, his hair grew down past his eyes, bleaching blond as it covered his face. He parted the curtains of hair to see his breasts swelling absurdly big, stretching his t-shirt tight. “Stop!” he cried.

The magic continued, forcing him into an absurdly sexy female body. His bare butt became bigger and rounder. His tits hung heavily from his chest. His hair stretched down to his lower back. His fingernails grew long and manicured. Then, once the magic had achieved maximum feminization, the changes were complete.

“Oh, God!” Cameron said, almost cupping his massive tits. “Why am I a chick? This is not what I wished for at all.”

“This is everything you wished for,” Len explained with much satisfaction. “Not a boy, not even male. The age you were before, not little but mature and well-grown. And, by your own standards, no doubt, better looking, a stunning beauty.”

Cameron peeked over his shoulder at his round butt cheeks, then back in front of him at his massive tits. Wanting to see the extent of the damage, his curiosity compelled him to remove his shirt, giving him a clear view of his sizable nipples. What perfect tits! If only he could see them from another perspective… “I can’t believe it,” he said. “You turned me into a total bimbo.”

“Exactly your type, yes?” Len confirmed, smirking.

“I want to fuck a girl like this,” Cameron replied, “not be her.”

“I trust you are aware of ways for you to pleasure yourself now,” the beast suggested. “You can fuck yourself in this girl’s body as much and as often as you desire.”

Cameron groaned in frustration. “I’ve done more than enough of that already. I want to be fucking someone else. Understand?”

Len nodded.

“You’re going to fix this,” Cameron said, brushing his hair out of his face again. “Just give me a moment to figure out another wish.”

Len sighed. “Again, I caution you. Stop now while you can.”

“Shut up!” Cameron said. “I’m your master and you are going to give me what I want!”

The minotaur, seeming annoyed and a little saddened, responded with another rumbling grunt.

“Listen,” Cameron said, having figured out the perfect way to fix himself. “I wish I was not a woman, but keep me sexy and attractive.”

Eyes shut, Len declared, “Once more, your wish shall be made true.”

Cameron felt himself changing, but nothing was growing or shrinking or reshaping in any way. Instead, he felt something strange happening inside, his body slowly stiffening up, losing vitality. His heart ceased to beat as his lungs seized up, and their conspicuous absence worried him. However, he felt no distress from the cessation of these essential biological functions. He remained conscious, being able to think and feel as usual. Bones became plastic and metal. Skin, muscle, and fat were replaced by various plastics and silicone. Panic filled him at the same time that his facial expression relaxed. He tried to move, tried to speak, to beg for the transformation to stop, but he had no control over his body now. He could not even twitch a finger. He stood there as immobile as a statue, helpless to do anything at all but exist.

Then, something tipped Cameron off balance. Maybe the air conditioning had blown against him with just enough force to start him falling backwards. He feared that he might fall to the floor, but he ended up landing on the recliner behind him, where gravity and the shape of the furniture forced his body to crumple, coming to rest in a relaxed pose as if he had simply sat down. And, there he would stay until something else moved him.

With nothing else to do but think, he soon figured out what he had become. He was no mannequin, being too realistic and flexible. Noticing that the only holes remaining on him were between his legs and his mouth, he understood his purpose. He was a thing in the shape of a woman, a toy for lonely grown ups, a realistic sex doll.

Len the minotaur walked around Cameron to stand in front of him where his eyes were looking.

Cameron tried to speak, to beg the beast to make him human again, to command Len's magic once more, but there was no way for the doll he had become to communicate now. No syllable could be uttered by his false lips, so he remained silent.

“This is not what you wanted. I know,” the djinn said. “It is what you wished for, though. Impatient as you were, you let me do this to you.”

Silence.

“Not a woman, not even human, but an object. Something seen as sexy and attractive to the right pair of eyes.”

As if on cue, the lock to the apartment door turned, and Cameron’s drunken roommate, Kevin, stumbled into the room. He made an urgent trip to the bathroom. Once he was done relieving himself, he returned to the living room, intending to watch some TV and clear his head. Despite his stupor, he eventually noticed the unexpected presence of a nude sex doll sitting on the recliner.

“Is that Cameron’s?” Kevin asked himself, circling around the doll, trying to make sense of its presence there. “Why leave it sitting out? Did he leave it here for me to find? A gift?”

Again, Cameron attempted to speak or make any movement at all, so that Kevin would know that he was not just a doll. His body made no sound and did not budge at all.

Had Kevin been sober, he might have thought twice about touching the doll, but he had come home alone, frustrated, having struck out with the women at the party, leaving him yearning for some company. Although not ideal, a silicone bimbo should be sufficient to satisfy him.

“Cameron wouldn’t mind,” Kevin rationalized, running a finger down Cameron’s vinyl cheek, which Cameron felt as if it were real skin. “Just one go.”

Len the minotaur stepped back and watched as Kevin lifted Cameron’s sex doll body. Kevin, showing no sign that he had noticed Len at all, walked past the minotaur to his bedroom, where he deposited Cameron on his bed. Then, Kevin began stripping off his party clothes.

Cameron lay there, knowing what was coming. He held onto some desperate hope that the djinn would show him mercy and save him from Kevin.

“As long as you wear the ring, you are my master,” Len said from somewhere in the room. “I obey my master’s commands. However, if my master cannot command me, then I am obliged to do nothing.”

Kevin spread Cameron’s legs.

“Nothing at all.”

***

Cameron had never wanted to know what it would feel like to have a pussy. He was learning now exactly how it felt. He could feel everything. The weight of Kevin’s muscular body, pressing down on silicone flesh. Kevin’s sweat rubbing off on vinyl skin. Kevin’s fingers fondling fake tits. Kevin’s lips spreading saliva on puffed up doll lips. And, Kevin’s cock, buried deep inside a lube-slickened pretend pussy. Cameron knew now what it felt like to be fucked by a sizable cock.

He wished he could stop feeling it all, not because it was awful, which he had been expecting, but because it was pleasurable, blissful almost. Cameron was enjoying Kevin fucking him. He hated himself for not hating the experience. Before, he had never felt any attraction to a man. Now, the idea of a cock penetrating him felt so natural that he realized he would feel a distinct emptiness within when Kevin was done. This was the worst part of it all, worse than what had been done to him physically. His body was dictating to his mind what it needed, what it was designed to do, and his mind was reacting with satisfaction at being able to fulfill that purpose. Not only was he a sex doll, but a willing sex doll. He was a toy, just wanting to be played with.

When Kevin came, Cameron felt a similar orgasmic surge of pleasure pass through his toy body. The warmth Kevin had deposited within him matched the warmth he felt emotionally from having given Kevin such satisfaction.

“Our time is nearly at an end,” Len said, as Cameron drifted in the calm afterglow of his first female orgasm. “You will decide how long this new existence lasts. When you grow tired of it, your soul is free to travel. How long that will take is at your discretion.”

Kevin pulled out and began to roll from Cameron’s body. Kevin’s hand slid against Cameron’s hand, dislodging the oversized ring, which fell from his finger and rolled onto the floor.

Len had disappeared as soon as Kevin heard the sound of the ring hitting the floorboards. He found it lying beside the bed and picked it up. For a moment, he considered slipping it on. Instead, he set the ring on his dresser and went off to take a shower, leaving Cameron on the bed, with some of Kevin dripping out of him.

***

Days later, Cameron was reported as a missing person. Kevin had the alibi of having been at the party, and there was no clear motive for why he would have harmed Cameron. With Kevin escaping suspicion, there was not much else to go on as the police searched for Cameron. He had simply vanished, leaving behind only two odd clues, a mysterious sex doll, which had been scrupulously cleaned, and an antique ring.

As with the mysterious doll, the ring would be sold at an online auction. Len waited within the ring, biding his time until he was bound to serve another master. Hopefully, the next human would be less stupid, but Len doubted it.