Third Bad Wish (Minotaur TFTG, Inanimate TF) (Patreon)

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Sequel to Another Bad Wish & Another Bad Wish 2. Devon & Connie have come to terms with their new lives, but decide to give the lamp to Connie’s old friend, in the hopes that he’ll use it better. Unfortunately, he and his girlfriend set off the weirdest transformations yet.

This is the sequel to Another Bad Wish & Another Bad Wish 2

This story is a set in the same universe as the original One Bad Wish. Patrons also have access to One Bad Wish 2.

Sequel to THIS story here. 

Third Bad Wish

“Well, I guess this is goodbye,” Devon said.

‘Sure is. I’m going to miss this place. Even if I only got half of the regular college experience before, well, you know.’

Devon was standing alone in the college campus field, seemingly talking to himself. He was a musclebound figure with mid-length brown hair and a square jaw, the kind of man most ladies had a thing for. As a matter of fact, they did; Devon’s exploits across campus were the stuff of legend, and there were whispers he’d managed to sleep with every member of the cheer squad. The whispers were right. But while his libido had not receded, and he remained as sexually active as any jock could be, if not more, he had reached the end of an era. It would be his last day here; he’d already graduated, and would be moving across state to play football professionally. Devon and his ‘Lucky Reds’ - the pair of bright red underwear he always wore to every match and even during sex - were now semi-famous, and several teams were already launching bids to get him onto their team. But still, he had returned to the place of so many great and strange memories over the last three years, to say goodbye. And for one other reason.

“Are you sure about this?” Devon asked.

‘I’m sure. We were just stupid. If we explain ourselves properly, at least something good can come out of this stupid lamp.’

Standing on the field as he was, talking to himself, most would think him a little crazy. Looking closely, one would even notice that as he talked, he was occasionally adjusting his pants at his waist, and looking down at the ground. No, at his own short. This was because Devon was talking to someone that nobody remembered ever existed, his best friend Connie. No one remembered her for the same reason that nobody remembered that Devon had once been Denise, a buxom brunette on the cheer squad, instead of a muscular jock who the squad slept with; because they had been given a magic lamp with a mischievous genie who twisted the wish each of them made.

Denise had wanted to have a “sweet manbod” that “made all the other boys jealous.” She had intended the wish to give her a sexy boyfriend, but instead the genie sadistically interpreted the wish as her literally possessing a tough male body that other guys wished they had. Connie, on the other hand, had even greater misfortune, due to an accidental stammer as she tried to wish for her friend to be more supportive and take her “under her” wing. But unfortunately, due to said stammer, she said “underwear” instead, and her fate was sealed. Connie was now a living, sentient, but inanimate pair of red underwear belonging to Denise. It had been a long road for both of them acclimating to their new lives, but after three years of living together, Connie always remaining clean and new enough to wear, they had accepted their new lives. In fact, Connie felt immense pleasure in holding in her friend’s package, and at least three times a week the living underwear enjoyed the deeply pleasurable experience of being vigorously masturbated into by Denise, the smattering of cum against her fabrics making Connie mentally cry out in pleasure in overwhelming orgasm. It was enough to make up for the loss of her independence, and despite the genie’s cruelty, the two of them had remained close friends. Closer than friends, arguably, though Connie enjoyed feeling Devon thrust into a beautiful woman, her own fabrics still wrapped around the base of his cock.

“I’m sorry that Danny doesn’t remember you. Or Lenneth. I know you had a thing for him for a time.”

“Eh, old news. It’s not exactly like I can strike up a conversation with him now, anyway. I’m a living pair of underwear. But I still remember us geeking out over our favourite books and helping each other during study. And he knows Lenneth too.“

“Then let’s give him the lamp. I’ll just say . . . what, that I found it among your things?”

‘No one remembers I exist, remember? Technically, Connie never existed. I’m just Lucky Reds now. Don’t actually call me that.’

“Promise. Well, I’ll figure something out. He liked history, right? I’ll use that. Has he got someone else for the other wish?”

‘Geez, I can’t even see anymore and I’ve got the distraction of your big stiff dick against me, and even I know that he and Lenneth are an item. She’s nice, though a little self-obsessed.”

“Well, that’ll be the last thing we do. Give him the lamp, give him the instructions so he won’t muck it up like we did. Then we can enjoy the move.”

‘You better wear me on that long drive. I don’t want to be stuffed in a box somewhere.’

Devon chuckled, and gingerly adjusted his crotch in his pants. He knew it drove his friend wild. “Don’t worry, Conn. You’ll be right in the seat with me. On me, in fact. Besides, we can stop at a couple of gas station bathrooms, maybe have a little fun, let you absorb a bit of my seed.”

‘Mhhmm tasty . . . sounds like a plan.’

***

Danny was a nerdy young man who still had one year left on his computing course. He had met his girlfriend, Lenneth, a year earlier, and the two had hit it off splendidly. While he wasn’t incredibly attractive - Danny had slight acne still, and his blonde hair was often wiry and stuck up despite every attempt to stick it down. But he had an undeniable ‘cuteness’ with his look, an almost pretty-boy nerdiness that made him attractive to some. In contrast, Lenneth was a beauty, with a mix of Mediterranean and Middle-Eastern heritage that left her with olive skin and long dark hair. She had a strong kinky side, and was always a little disappointed that Danny was a bit vanilla in that regard. Still, he did know how to treat a lady, and saw her as a person, often having long conversations about her own interests. They shared a love of reading and classic film, though it was clear that Danny was more of a nerd, with his anime and manga collection. Unfortunately, the two had been spinning wheels for some time; Lenneth wanted to be adventurous and travel the world with her boyfriend, while Danny preferred to stay where he was, spending perhaps a little too much time privately masturbating, even when Lenneth was in the mood.

The two were together, enjoying a walk across campus but feeling a little tension in their relationship, when the famous Devon Harrison approached them.

“Hey Danny, hey Lenneth!” he said, looking a little awkward.

Danny felt awkward too. He’d never really chatted to Devon, and part of him had always been jealous that the muscle-bound jock had slept with just about every hottie on campus except Lenneth. He could sense, beside him, that even she was a little attracted.

“Uh, hi Devon,” Danny replied. “What’s up?”

“Yeah, hi Devon.” Lenneth’s voice was a little more pleased by his presence.

“Well, I’m heading interstate to play football, you know. Bit of an adventure ahead of me.”

“Imagine that, Danny,” Len said sarcastically, crossing her arms, “an adventure.”

Danny ignored his girlfriend, not wanting to seem belittled in front of the campus’ former star quarterback.

“Well, congratulations. Um, can we help you or something?”

“Yes, I’m getting to that,” Devon snapped, though it oddly seemed like he was snapping at himself, or someone else not present. He awkwardly fumbled with something in his back, and brought it out before them. It was a golden, jewel-encrusted lamp.

“A friend thought you might be interested in this. She said it has a wish-granting genie that can grant a wish to two people that unlock it; only that you have to be very, very careful with your wishes, or else the genie will twist them. Got it? Very careful.”

He passed it to Danny’s hands, who took it, admiring the craftsmanship. Whoever Devon’s friend was had been right, he was interested. It looked ancient and well-preserved. He could even make money of it.

“Well, that’s a fascinating legen-”

“Not a legend. This friend . . . let’s just say you should believe her.”

“Who is she?”

“You wouldn’t recognise her anymore. The lamp . . . sorta changed her. It changed me. Anyway, I leave it to you two to figure out. But remember, be careful with your wishes.”

And with that, Devon left the campus for good, leaving Danny and Lenneth standing there, very confused and slightly intrigued.

***

They were back in Danny’s apartment, and still a little weirded out by the whole exchange. Danny was already thinking of what calls to make to see if the lamp was sellable, but Lenneth was pestering him to try it.

“C’mon, just like Devon said, be more adventurous!” She draped her olive-skinned arms around her boyfriend. “Pretty please? For me?”

Danny sighed. “Fine, but it’s just an ordinary lamp. I have no idea what that dumb jock was going on about, probably just high from all the sex parties.”

“Hey, don’t knock a good sex party. I’ve tried to get you to experiment a bit more with our sex life, but you always want to do boring missionary.”

Danny looked hurt. “There’s nothing boring about that. Besides - look, forget it. Let’s just try the lamp and when it doesn’t work we can just chill, okay?”

Connie was obviously disappointed by his lack of enthusiasm. She liked Danny, but it was easy to see that the relationship was slowly dying away. He was too sedentary and unchanging, and she had a kinky side that he just couldn’t handle. She decided to bit down any retort as he fetched the lamp.

“What do I do then, just rub it?”

“That’s what they do in the stories, isn’t it?” Lenneth answered.

Danny shrugged, and did exactly that. Suddenly, there was an explosion of pink and purple mist that caused him to yell and her to shriek. It cleared quickly even as Danny dropped the lamp, revealing that said lamp was now floating in the air, and pouring out from it was the form of a beautiful woman of Arabic looks, her buxom and scantily clad figure on full display.

“By the sands, it’s good to be summoned again, and so soon! Only a few mortal years after my last arrival on this plane. Thank you, my masters of the lamp. I bestow upon you both a single wish, to be granted after each has made their own. What desires do you have, my masters?”

Danny and Lenneth exchanged a look. Neither of them had closed their jaws across the genie’s entire opening statement. They were too gobsmacked by her presence. What’s more, Danny was unable to look away from her buxom form; he’d always found his girlfriend beautiful, but he was often aroused by the thought of women wearing exotic clothing and serving his every wish. This was like a dream come true for him.

“Oh my God, Devon was speaking the truth! You are a real genie!”

The genie smiled at Lenneth. “Devon? Ah, you mean the brawny man that was once known as Denise. Not that you would remember her. She had quite a change. But not nearly so great a change as her friend, who now lives her life as a living pair of undergarments.”

Danny nearly spluttered. This woman was clearly a being of great power. He needed to word his wishes carefully.

“Honey, Lenneth. We need to be careful here. Make appropriate wishes, like Devon said.”

She nodded in agreement, thinking on what riches, good health, or other fortune she could bring them both. Danny concentrated similarly. And then he had his idea.

“Okay, I have my wish.”

The genie smirked. “Very well, my master, I will hear it.”

“I wish that my girlfriend Lenneth was a sexy genie, very sexy, and able to grant my every wish.”

The genie nodded. “A sensible wish, and well-worded. The power to make new genies can only be called upon once in a hundred years. Fortunately for you, I have not done so in two centuries."

Lenneth gaped at her boyfriend. "Danny, what the actual fuck? Your wish is to turn me into a genie? A sexy one? What, I'm not hot enough for you now?"

Danny gave a sheepish grin. "Sorry honey, but it's a good wish. I promise I'll treat you right as your master."

"Master? Master? I'm out of your league as it is, but I stayed with you because I thought you weren't like other guys, and saw me as a person instead.”

Danny moved to his girlfriend, but she shied back from him. “I do see you as an equal, Lenneth, but this is the best way to live the life that we want.”

At that, Lenneth seemed to reach a decision. She turned to the genie. “Fine, I’m ready to make my wish. If my boyfriend so wishes to ‘live the life that we want’ by making me his little genie in a bottle, then I’ll just have to make him more like I want. I wish that my boyfriend Danny was more adventurous the way I want him to be, including how he makes his wishes.”

The genie grinned widely, her eyes ablaze with glee at the wish.

“Oh yes, master, I can indeed do that. Your wishes shall be both granted, first his, then yours, that you may understand what you have wrought upon one another.”

She clicked her fingers, and there was a puff of pink smoke that extended from the genie’s hand and enveloped Lenneth. She cried out, overcome with strange energies as her boyfriend watched on, cautious and amazed and a little nervous over what she would look like. He imagined her with bigger boobs, and sporting a sexy sari or harem outfit, and maybe with even more exotic looks, like a wild shade of hair. She groaned and grunted within the cloud, almost sounding as if she were copulating, and it made him excited to see the end result.

Lenneth, meanwhile, was overcome with strange pressures all over her body. She clutched herself, trying to breathe properly, trying to scream.

“Wha - what’s happening to m-me!?”

But the genie said nothing, simply observing the results, looking quietly amused. All at once Lenneth’s body seemed to bulk up, the magic seeping into her body, through her nostrils and down her through and forming into new muscle tissue. Bones lengthened and grew, and her loins were afire while her gut lurched. She clenched her teeth, feeling them reforming in her mouth, becoming larger and flatter. She grunted, and it sounded lower somehow. She reached to grab her belly, where muscle was forming, causing her thin waist to widen powerfully, and she was struck by how her fingers were strangely numb. She stared at them in shock as they fused together; the feeling was not painful but it was deeply unsettling.

“H-holy shit!”

Soon her hands were left with two fingers and a thumb each, their digits hardening to become bonelike, making them appear and feel more bovine hooves that retained a good degree of manipulation. And ‘bovine’ was right; at that very moment she began to wail, grabbing her skull as two sharp points forced their way through her skin, rising and rising to become sweeping bull’s horns that curved magnificently. She made a great intake of breath, but as she breathed it out, it came differently; her nostrils were swelling, widening, her entire nose and mouth pushing forwards to form a wide snout. Tears fell from her eyes as it jutted outward, accompanied by a stretching of skin and bone above her ass. With a yelp, a tail exploded out from her rear, pushing out from above her shirt and descending to near the ground, long and ropey and topped with white hairs.

“A tail? I’ve g-got a tail!”

Danny overheard this, and he looked to the genie with confusion.

“I wished her to be a genie I’d find sexy!”

“Ah, my master, but you did not say ‘my genie who is sexy to me,’ simply ‘my genie, who is sexy.’ So she shall indeed be your genie, but one that I find sexy. And let me tell you, a white-furred minotaur with rippling muscles and a bit, heavy manhood is something all genie women lust after in my realm.”

Lenneth overheard that, and her terror mingled with anger at the stupidity of her boyfriend, whose lust had determined the nature of his wish; a wish she was paying for! She buckled under her own weight, with her legs developing powerful calf and thigh muscles to compensate, and she rose taller, extending in height well over six feet. By this point her muscles were developing all over; her hourglass figure had dissipated as she bulked up, and with a mournful cry her breasts receded into her chest, leaving her with powerful pectorals. She stretched, the sensation of her bones extending and tissue growing making her gasp in discomfort. And with each stomp of her feet, they too changed, growing hard and flat, her tones fusing together to become powerful hooves, little dew claws extending out pitifully from higher up. With a snap, her gait adjusted, her ankle bone now much higher.

“So - so much power,” she huffed, her breath now hot and steady. Her face continued to extend, becoming that of a powerful bull’s, though with enough humanity in it to recognise the woman she had been. But even that would change.

A powerful tensing began between her thighs, and the transforming minotaur scratched at her chest as it filled in. To Lenneth’s astonishment, a large appendage began to protrude from her vagina, filling it completely until it was gone, two large balls encased in sack plopping outwards. Her dick expanded, filling her hands as she tried to arrest its growth. It was immense, far bigger than any man’s on earth, and it contained a masculine virility she had never experienced.

“A dick . . . I’m - I’m male.”

Almost as an afterthought, her skin itched all over, and she didn’t even have the will to scratch at it, so overcome with her changes as she was. White fur, thick and matted and smelling of powerful manliness, sprung up all over her being, encasing her. Her clothing had already fallen away, far too small to encompass her body, but to complete her - or rather, his - new look, a brown loincloth formed into place, ringed by a belt. A wooden brace formed around his neck, serving more like an ornamental feature than anything capable of going against his great power. He was so well-muscled and defined that he felt as if he could tear such timber asunder. It was . . . it was strangely exhilarating for Lenneth, even though he knew it was wrong.

With a click of her fingers, the smoke dispersed, and Danny’s jaw dropped as he took in his girlfriend’s changed form. Before stood a 6’5 tall white-haired minotaur, and not just a minotaur, a very male minotaur, whose own muscles put those of Devon Harrison to shame.

“My God, Lenneth, I - I didn’t mean for this.”

“Shut up!” the minotaur bellowed, Lenneth’s voice now deep and booming. It made Danny snap back.

“But, I don’t understand. I wished for her to be a genie, like you.”

He looked to the genie, who just giggled. “Oh, you did! But genies come in many flavours, and the minotaur genies are most appealing to me. Such mighty cocks, such endless stamina, such intoxicating musks, such drives for dominance. Do you feel that drive already, Lenneth? Or, as your name is now, Len?”

Len examined his body, unbelieving how different he felt. His tail swished behind him, and his hooves shook the ground with each step. He felt so powerful, and not just from the magical genie energies within him; he felt as if he was no longer submissive to Danny, and that perhaps the dynamic should now be reversed. Such was the power of his new instinct, as well as his anger for Danny making him this way.

“And now,” the genie said, “for your wish.”

She clicked her fingers, and Danny felt a strange pulse of energy within him, one that began in his core and rapidly spiralled into his brain, causing his mind to become briefly foggy.

“There, now you shall be more adventurous, just the way that Len wants you to be, and this will always influence what wishes you make. But be warned, Minotaurs are known for having very . . . different ideas when it comes to their desires, and they like to be dominant in their exercise of power. Good luck, Danny boy! This is permanent now, and nothing can change either of you back!”

And with that, the genie disappeared back into her lamp, leaving the hulking male minotaur and his incredibly nervous boyfriend looking at one another. At Danny’s feet, a small brazier had been placed, and Len sensed this was to be his new home when he was not summoned. The new minotaur huffed through his widened nose, infuriated.

“A minotaur. A big fucking minotaur with a giant fucking cock. That’s what you turned me into!” she declared, voice low and brass, echoing through the room.

Danny took a step back. “I didn’t mean for it to go this way, honey!”

She thrust forward a hoof-like finger, jabbing him in the chest.

“But it did happen, master. You made me into a big-dicked minotaur genie, and now I’m stuck like this forever, master. With this giant monster between my legs. I can’t go out in public, I can’t date. I’m too big even to date. And this massive log is already sensitive. I feel - ahh - I feel damn horny, master. This transformation - your damn wish - has given me a minotaur’s libido. You can’t understand it - it’s like I need to fuck something. Anything. Right now.”

Indeed, the fantasy monster’s loincloth rose, revealing an enormous white-furred cock that rose from its sheath, jutting upwards and practically throbbing with need. Already, Len’s mind was flooding with bovine chemicals, her new minotaur mindset requiring pleasuring several times a day.”

Danny took a step back just to avoid the former-female’s large swinging dick, and he couldn’t stop staring at it. He couldn’t believe how badly he had messed up. Despite his earlier selfishness, he felt incredibly guilty.

“I need release!” Len wailed, bucking madly on the spot, pressing her manhood against a couch. “I’m too big! I hate you master!”

“I wish I could help you,” Danny said, and then he felt a compulsion kick into effect in his mind, forcing him to add a further wish. “I wish I could become a big condom to fit you!”

Both paused, shocked at his words. And then Len gave a sadistic minotaur’s grin.

“You wish, master, is my command.”

“Wait - no, that’s not what I meant to say, wait!”

The new minotaur genie clicked his finger-hoofs, and a powerful blast of blue energy cascaded from his form to envelop Danny. The nerdy man cringed as the energy whorled about him, tugging and pressing at his skin, stretching him apart so that his form thinned. His form began rubbery, his bones and organs and muscles melting into the prophylactic nature of his compelled wish.

“N-nooo!” he gasped, and soon his mouth had dissipated in the increasingly inanimate form he was taking. His limbs shrivelled, sinking into the rubber, and Danny was subjected to the utterly alien sensation of having his being emptied, becoming hollow, even as his increasingly thin lining rolled in on itself, curling upwards to form an unpackaged but unused condom. His mind raced, still intact even as the world went dark, and he mentally communicated his fear to Len, who drank it in, wanting revenge on his former boyfriend, but even more than that, wanting to dominate and subjugate him, as was a minotaur’s way.

“Yes, Danny, that was a good wish. I can’t wait to fill you up. Is this what it’s like to be male? To have your balls so full that you’re bursting to expel them. I’m glad my master made such a wise wish.”

‘No!’ Danny cried, mentally communicating to Len. ‘Please! I don’t want your cum! I’m sorry Len, I was selfish! We don’t have to do this!’

But even as he screamed this, his new inanimate form shrunk, becoming an extra extra large size condom, far larger than any real size for a human, and fell into the minotaur’s waiting paw. Danny tried to move, tried to do anything to escape, but he didn’t even have limbs. All he could do was feel his minotaur ex-girlfriend close, and worse, somehow smell her, despite lacking nostrils. And then, sight was returned, and for a brief moment Danny thought he was returning to normal.

‘Oh thank God! Oh thank God! Oh thank - Oh God no!’

He wasn’t returning to normal; the pinching and stretching sensation he’d been experiencing wasn’t transformation back, no! It was him being unravelled. Now, Danny had a perfect close up view of a monster cock, white-furred and incredibly erect, as his surface was stretched over it.

‘Lenneth, we don’t - Nngghhh!’

To his shame and embarrassment, Danny was overwhelmed with pleasure as he was stretched tightly over the immense minotaur penis. He gasped - well, he tried to gasp, only to remember he no longer had a mouth of lungs - as his rubbery skin continued to be pulled over Len’s member, and he was astonished by the extent of it. He felt as if he was enveloping it completely, and it muffled his thoughts, as he experienced a kind of arousal and sexual pleasure he’d never felt before.

‘Oohhh - aahhhhhhh - Mmmhhmhm!’

“You like that do you, master?” Len asked, stroking his enormous member and shuddering as well. “Good. Because I’m taking you all the way. It’s not fair that just one of us got transformed by this wish into something strange. Let’s see what having a dick feels like together, shall we?”

And with that, the mighty minotaur began to stroke his throbbing cock. He rubbed and tugged, harder and harder, his strong hoof-hands gripping its shaft tightly, and causing Danny to become wordless. The inanimate victim felt as if he was in heaven and hell at the same time, and together their pleasure rose and rose and rose, the minotaur huffing in great breaths from his broadened face, hot steam jetting from his nostrils.

“So - close. SO CLOSE!”

‘Me t-too!’ Danny managed. ‘I wish you’d c-cum in me!’

‘Mywishisyourcommand!” Len managed, already feeling an enormous male orgasm rip through his form at the same time. There was an immense feeling of release, his balls pressurising as they released what felt like gallons of semen into the large condom. It poured out, white and hot and sticky, and Danny was repulsed and enticed in equal measure, able to ‘taste’ the produce in his own inanimate fashion, finding it sweet, and bringing on his own strange orgams. He shrieked mentally.

‘Aaahhh - Len, that feels s-so good!’

“Excellent, my master!”

‘I wish you could turn me,’ he thought, about to say ‘back to a human,’ but once again the compulsion struck, ‘into a fleshlight! I want to see how that feels!’

The panting minotaur had no choice but to grant his former boyfriend’s wish, and he had no desire not to. He wanted him to suffer and feel pleasure in equal parts, and his minotaur instinct drove him to subjugate her former lover, and make him submissive to the minotaur’s will.

“As you wish.”

A click of the hoof hands, and Danny changed again, his form becoming more rigid, sliding off Len’s large penis easily. He wanted to writhe and squirm in response to the sensations, but it was impossible. His exterior became hard plastic, solid and firm, but his interior became more appropriately flesh-like, the rubber of his insides expanding and taking on new pink hues. His insides were cleaned of the white fluid he had just been absorbing, the fluid that somehow tastes so wonderful, and made him want to shiver in anticipation for more. But still, despite the arousal his transformation gave him, he was still terrified.

‘Please, Len. Change me back. We need to figure this out. What we’re going to do!’

Len held the fleshlight, which was also large to take in his excess girth. Despite his powerful instinct, and despite his anger at Danny, he knew his former boyfriend was right. They needed to figure this out, just like Devon evidently had, given that he apparently used to be a woman. But unfortunately for them both, both their wishes had resulted in a recursive loop of compulsion that could only be completed when Len was fully satisfied.

“I’m sorry, Danny. I’m still angry, but I agree we need to figure this out. Unfortunately,” her cock sprang back to life, “this body can go at least two more rounds, judging from the ache in these damned new balls of mine. You’re going to feel quite full in a moment, master.”

And with that, before Danny could protest, she thrust her enormous penis into his flesh-like interior, and his mind almost blanked out with erotic pleasure. She bucked and bucked, filling him over and over again, the two huffing and moaning, until finally Len came again.

They continued like this for some time.

***

It was a month later, and Len and Danny were visiting a stripper club. Thanks to Len’s new instincts, the smell of so many erotic dancers turned him on something fierce, and this made Danny wish that they were there now. The former boyfriend found that this was generally the way of things now; despite the fact that he was meant to be in control of the wishes, really he was only able to wish for things that Len’s new minotaur form desired. Most of them were sexual, though he did at least wish them up a private country estate so that Len could have privacy, and be a proud white-furred minotaur in the open, away from prying eyes. Unfortunately, it was also a place for them to get up to even more kinky and ‘adventurous’ sex, up to and including having Danny turned into a female minotaur with a full-to-bursting udder. It was a form that Len continually enjoyed, and that made Danny compelled to wish for it more often.

Now, the girls were dancing, stripping off their clothing and gyrating before the male crowd. In human form, Len could look either male or female, and right now he appeared like his old self, only sporting snow-white hair that trailed down his back. Even looking female, the minotaur’s mind was still present in him, and he eyed the women with lust, and anticipated what Danny’s own thoughts were.

“Man, I wish people could shove dollar bills in me,” Danny said aloud, looking at the money the girls were making. He sighed even as he said it. The language was awkward, and the shadow of compulsion had made him say something just ambiguous enough for Len to twist.

“Your wish is my command, master,” he said, grinning from ear to ear, savouring how for now, he looked like an ordinary woman out with her boyfriend, visiting a stripclub for reasons that must have appeared kinky to outsiders. He clicked his fingers, and Danny popped out of existence, his form stretching and taking on a fabric skin. He mentally sighed as he was stretched pleasurably around a woman’s perfect hips, the stripper none the wiser that she had just acquired a set of living underwear.

‘Great. Just great. Filled with money, and I bet it’ll feel - Oohh! Nnggggh!’

Men who were turned on by the sexy dancer shoved twenty dollar bills into her stripper thong, applauding her sexy movements as she danced her ass in their faces, swaying her impressive hips from side to side. Danny moaned internally as the fabric of his thin thong form stretched around the dollars, sending jolts of pleasure through his inanimate body. And it made him wonder what ridiculous, ‘adventurous’ wish he would be making next, to satisfy Len’s endless enjoyment.

As for Len, he simply clapped, whooping and cheering and stretching his living toy wide as he stuffed even more bills against the woman’s ass, securing it with the thong strap.

“Enjoy Danny!” he said. “And just you wait till we get back. I’ve got some new wishes for you to make of me, and I can’t wait to get my hoofs all over what you’re going to be next!”

Danny was too overcome with humiliation and unwanted pleasure to even reply. But he knew that he was a helpless master to his genie, and would be for life, through every change to come.

The End

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