The Goblin Master [Man to Bimbo TG]

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An arrogant wizard tries to make a potion that will make him irresistible to women only for this goblin servant to make a few changes and turn him into a horny bimbo who wants northing more than for the servant to become master. 

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Antanon, the self-proclaimed master of all magical arts, was deep in thought. His fingers traced the arcane symbols on the scroll with a wide, cold smile on his face. He muttered to himself, eyes gleaming with a mixture of arrogance and fervour. Next to the scroll, a potion bubbled away over his burner. For all his skills in the arcane arts, he was not happy. 

What use was power without somebody to admire and love him? None of the witches he had worked with were interesting enough, and none of the commoner women had taken his offered hand either. It was madness that not even the buxom milkmaid thought she was above him. She could barely read, and yet she spurred him? Well, not for long. Soon, they would all be begging for him. He just needed the last few ingredients. 

“Gunnor!” Antanon bellowed.

The goblin, who had been crouching in the corner, glancing nervously at a pile of dusty books, snapped to attention. He was small, green, with beady yellow eyes and a scruffy, tattered tunic. His ears twitched as he quickly scurried over to his master’s side.

“Yes, Master Antanon?” Gunnor squeaked, bowing low, his hands wringing together in nervous anticipation.

Antanon didn’t look up from his scroll, but he waved one slender hand dismissively as though he were speaking to a mere insect. 

“Retrieve the wyvern claws.”

“Of course, but…do we have any left, you have been experimenting a lot-”

“If we do not have any, you will get more!” Antanon snapped. “Now hurry, time is of the essence.”

Antanon looked down at the creature with a sneer. Gunnar had served Antanon for years, fetching ingredients, running errands, and keeping the wizard’s experiments in motion. He’d rescued the goblin from poachers years ago, and yet he still questioned his new master even though Antanon kept him clothed, fed and paid. Most wizards wouldn’t bother to pay a goblin, but Antanon was just that kind. 

“Hurry, go on!”

He watched as Gunnar scrambled across the room, grabbed the nearly empty jar of needed ingredients, and returned. Antanon snatched the jar and sprinkled the talons into the boiling substance, and watched them dissolve. Gunnar leaned over the table and scanned the scroll. 

“Master, are you trying to make a love potion? I thought that was impossible.”

“It is, fool. You think I don't know that?”

“Then what-?”

“Lust, of course.” Antanon grinned. “A few sips of this, and no woman will be able to resist me!”

“Master isn't that…a little immoral.”

“What’s immoral is that I have to resort to this to get what I deserve. Now, do not question me again!”

The goblin continued to murmur to himself, but Antanon ignored him. What did he know about magic? Nothing! Maybe he should make a potion of silence that might teach Gunnar to know his place. It would have to wait, though. Quickly, he turned to look out the window of his tower, down at the village just an hour away. Soon, he would have his pick of horny women throwing themselves at him. He was so consumed in his daydream that Antanon didn’t even notice Gunnar adding a few extra ingredients to the potion. 

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Antanon stormed back toward the tower with blood pounding in his ears. He’d left a few hours ago filled with excitement after consuming the potion that should have made him irresistible. Woman should have been wet and wanting within seconds of seeing him, thanks to the spell, but instead, they all spurred him as usual, calling him a creep. 

Something had gone wrong; it must have been Gunnar’s fault; he handed him the wrong ingredient at some point. The only other explanation was that he’d made a mistake while brewing and that was impossible. 

“I’ll give that goblin a piece of my mind.” He muttered. “That damn, idiotic, sexy Gob-wait what?”

He shook his head; he was more stressed than he thought to accidentally call his goblin servant sexy! Well, Gunnar was a young, virile male of his kind, but he was still a goblin. Some people found goblin’s green skin alluring, but Antanon wasn’t one of them. Though, he did have to admit it was nice to look at. 

Now that it was on his mind, it was hard to shake his thoughts from it. He kept imagining the muscles in Gunnar’s back as he reached up to grab things from the high shelf. How had he never noticed just how muscular he was despite his smaller frame? 

“What is wrong with me…why do I feel so hot all of a sudden?”

His breath was coming faster, and arousal coiled in his belly as he took the final steps up to the tower. He paused as he reached for the brass doorknob and peered at his hand. He’d always been on the pale side, but his skin seemed different somehow. Smooth and soft, even his palm. The roughness and scars from years of paper cuts were somehow gone. His fingers seemed more delicate, too, and his nails were.

“Something is definitely wrong-agh!”

His stomach suddenly cramped, it was odd, it almost felt like his insides were moving around. There was a strange suction between his legs, and Antanon fell against the door in shock. 

“T-this can’t be…I feel like my penis is disappearing.”

No matter how much he wanted to deny it, it was true. Antanon could feel his cock slowly being sucked up into his body, all manliness being wiped away, and the length left a hollowness in its place. Hollow was the right word; there was an emptiness left in its place that felt wrong. The hole inside him longed to be filled, and instantly, Antanon felt wetness start to flow down his new passage. 

“F-fuck, I am so turned on…”

He shook his head and forced the Tower door open. 

“Something must have gone wrong with the potion; I have to fix it before it’s too late!”

He rushed for the spiralling staircase that left to the upper levels. If he could just get to the top, maybe he could figure out what went wrong and how he could fix it. With each step he took, more changes were happening. He felt his ass start to bounce after three steps. The sensation got stronger with each stride he took up the curving stairs as his butt cheeks swelled and got heavier. 

“Uh, oh this feels so wrong but so nice at the same time…”

Next was his chest. He bounced on his toes, boots flying off as he skipped up the stairs and with each little jump, he could feel more jiggle. At first, the weight was unpleasant, but then a tingling pleasure started to spread from his nipples, and they brushed against the inside of his robe. Oh, that made him even hornier. 

By the time Antanon reached the top of the stairs, his whole body had shifted and changed. His robes hung off his delicate frame, and he winced as his shoulders and hips clicked. The former were sloping, the latter widening to suit his new bubbly ass. Somehow, he’d been turned into a buxom maiden to give the milkmaid a run for her money! 

“Oh…oh my head!”

Hair was cascading down his back. Long, beautiful tresses that ran through his fingers like water. He pulled at the strands gently, pulling them in front of his eyes and gazing in wonder at the shiny blonde strands.

“So pretty…”

Antanon shook his head; why was he getting distracted? He needed to fix this! He was supposed to be charming the busty women, not becoming one! He grabbed for his spellbooks, trying hard to keep his flowing robes from falling off as he did so. 

“Okay…ummmm…wait, so what does this symbol mean again?”

He was so flustered and horny it was hard to think straight. All the magical words on the page seemed incomprehensible all of a sudden. He’d read this tome of counterspells a hundred times, but for whatever reason, right now, it seemed impossible. 

“Um, okay. Just think Antanon, the key to counter positions is…is…”

It was like he could feel his intellect melting out his ears. Even thinking about something for more than a few seconds was impossible. His mind kept wandering to the shiny amulet on the desk, the sound of birds outside, or the burning need between his thighs. Without thinking, he squeezed them together and moaned. 

“Oh, I need help…”

“What do you need help with?”

The voice sent a shiver down Antanon’s spine. He’d heard that voice say those exact words so many times and yet now they seemed to hold power over him. He turned and saw Gunnar standing there in his usual loincloth, but unlike normal, the sight didn’t make him sneer, it made him wet. 
 Gunnar stepped forward, his muscular frame on full display despite his short stature. He smirked, revealing his sharp teeth, and Antanon's knees almost buckled at the sight. His mind was suddenly filled with an overwhelming desire to be dominated by his former servant. It was as if he was seeing the creature for the first time, seeing him as a man. A mate. 

“Antanon, you look a bit hot in the face,” Gunner smirked. “Did something not go right with your potion?”

Antanon's face flushed with embarrassment and arousal. He couldn't deny his attraction; it was so strong he didn't even correct the goblin to ‘master’ Antanon. He didn't even feel like a master anymore, not with that overwhelming desire to kneel rushing through him. 

“I think something…went wrong.” He said dumbly. “I’m all changed and…oh I can't think straight.”

“Why’s that?” Gunnar asked, stepping forward.

Antanon’s eyes raked over his green-skinned form, taking in the muscles and cursing the loincloth that blocked the view of his manhood. He’d never seen Gunnar naked before, but right now, he wanted nothing more. 

"I want you, Gunnar," he whispered before he could stop himself.

“Want me to do what?” He grinned. 

“H-help me fix this, of course!” Antanon blushed. “I’m having trouble reading the books. I can't seem to remember how to do incan…um, what’s the word? Y’know, spells.”

“Let me have a look.”

Normally, Antanon would never let Gunnar near his spell books, but he couldn’t disobey the command. Obediently, he stepped aside and let Gunnar take his place at the desk, running a sharp nail over the paper. Oh, how he wanted to feel those nails raking down his skin. 

“You seem distracted, Antanon.”

“Oh, um…it’s just hot in here.”

“Then why don't you take off those robes, they seem ready to fall off anyway.”

Antanon sucked in a breath, he had to fight the urge to obey straight away, but it was so hard. In the end, he couldn’t. The robes fell around his ankles, and pleasure pulsed in his pussy; his reward for being a good girl. 

“I don't think you want me to look at these magic books, do you?” Gunnar said after a moment, turning to face the now naked former wizard.

“No…”

With lightning-fast speed, Gunnar grabbed Antanon's wrist, pulling him close. He gasped as the rough, calloused hand encircled his now delicate skin, sending a jolt of pleasure through his body. They stumbled back, and soon Gunnar had pinned him against the cold stone wall, his muscular body pressing into Antanon’s softness. Antanon could feel his hardness against his thigh, and it made him wetter than ever.

"Please," he begged, flush with embarrassment and arousal. "Take me, Gunnar. I want to feel you inside me."

A mischievous glint appeared in Gunnar's eyes as he leaned in close, his hot breath caressing Antanon's neck as he climbed up his body. 

His rough hands travelled up his thighs and caressed his smooth, bare legs. Antanon's breath caught in his throat as he felt his fingers brush against the mound of dark hair there. Gunnar's touch was electric, sending waves of pleasure through his body. It was no use resisting; the potion made it impossible, and he was so horny. 

"So wet already," Gunnar purred, his voice a dangerous whisper. "You humans are so eager to please. But I want to see it all."

Antanon's cheeks burned with shame and arousal he couldn't remember the last time he had felt so exposed, yet so desired.

"Even better than I imagined," Gunnar murmured, his breath hot against Antanon’s sensitive skin. "But I want to taste you. I want to know how sweet you are."

Before Antanon could process his words, Gunnar dropped back down to stand at his front and his tongue darting out to lick Antanon’s swollen clit. He gasped, back arching against the wall as his rough tongue teased the sensitive bundle of nerves. Gunnar's tongue was like a skilled weapon, flicking and circling, driving him wild with pleasure.

"Oh, Gunnar!" Antanon cried out, hands gripping the Goblin’s head, "Yes, right there! Don't stop!"

The goblin chuckled, the vibrations of his laughter against Antanon’s sensitive flesh sending shivers down his spine. The goblin continued to feast, his tongue delving deeper, exploring every inch of pussy. Antanon's legs trembled as he sucked on his clit, lips and tongue working in perfect harmony to bring him closer and closer to the edge.

"I... I'm going to cum," he whispered, still slightly ashamed. "Gunnar, I can't hold on much longer!"

Gunnar pulled away, his eyes sparkling with satisfaction. 

"Not yet. I want to feel you climax around my fingers first."

There was a brief moment where Antanon thought he might be able to resist. But if anything, his body ached even more without Gunnar’s touch. Then, the goblin inserted two thick fingers into his wetness, stretching him, filling him in ways he had never experienced before. Any thought of resistance was shattered. 

Antanon cried out, his body trembling as the fingers thrust in and out, hitting all the right spots. Gunnar's other hand reached up to cup an ass cheek, nails sending pain and pleasure coursing through Antanon’s body. 

"Yes, yes, yes!" Antanon chanted as he threw his head back, long hair cascading down his back. "I'm so close, Gunnar. Make me cum!"

The goblin's fingers worked their magic, his thumb rubbing Antanon’s clit in circular motions as he pumped his fingers in and out of the tight hole. Antanon's body tensed, every muscle coiled like a spring, ready to snap. With a final, powerful thrust, Gunnar sent him over the edge.

"Oh my god!" 

His body convulsed as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him. His juices flowed freely, coating Gunnar's hand as he rode out the most intense orgasm of his life.

As his trembling subsided, Gunnar withdrew his fingers, eyes gleaming with satisfaction. Antanon slumped against the wall, legs weak, his entire body buzzing with post-orgasmic bliss. He looked down at the goblin, eyes hazy with desire.

"That was... incredible," he breathed. "I've never felt anything like that before. So much better than magic, and notes and…thinking all the time."

“That’s not all I have for you…”

Antanon's eyes widened as Gunnar removed his loincloth, and he caught a glimpse of his thick, green shaft, already straining against the confines of his underwear. he licked his lips, mouth suddenly dry as anticipation coursed through his veins.

"Now, I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before."

Antanon's heart raced as he imagined what was to come. Obediently he laid down on the stone floor, legs apart, ready for the new master to take his place on top. 

Gunnar grabbed him by the waist and crawled up Antanon’s body to position himself. Antanon's legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, core aligning perfectly with his throbbing cock.

"Please, Gunnar," he whispered, the orgasm hadn't satisfied. He needed more. "I need you inside me. Now."

With a growl that lit a fire inside Antanon, Gunnar positioned his cock at his entrance, teasing him with the tip, making the former wizard squirm with need. Antanon's pussy clenched, desperate for the invasion he craved.

"Beg for it," Gunnar demanded, Antanon could hear the years of frustration in his voice. "Tell me how much you want my cock."

The old Antanon would never beg for anything. Now, though, he didn’t hesitate. 

"I want it, Gunnar. Please, fuck me. I need to feel you deep inside me."

With a savage sound, Gunnar thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt in one powerful stroke. Antanon cried out, body trembling as he felt every inch of the thick shaft stretching him.

Gunnar began to move, his hips pistoning in a relentless rhythm,  balls slapping against the outer lips of Antanon’s pussy with each thrust. 

"Yes, yes, YES!" he chanted, breasts heaving."Fuck me, Gunnar! Harder!"

The goblin complied, and Antanon's pussy clenched around his cock, milking him until the former wizard couldn’t take it anymore. 

"I'm gonna cum again, Gunnar! Oh god, I can't hold it back!"

With a final, powerful thrust, Gunnar drove himself deep, his cock throbbing as he emptied his seed into Antanon’s welcoming warmth.

Antanon's body shook as orgasm consumed him, any thoughts of changing back gone. As their breathing slowed, Gunnar withdrew, his cock sliding out with a wet sound. Antanon slumped against the wall, his legs weak, and body sated yet yearning for more.

"That was... incredible," he whispered.

Antanon smiled, his heart filled with a mixture of satisfaction and anticipation. As he gazed into Gunnar's yellow eyes, he knew that this was just the beginning of their erotic adventure together. He would do anything to please his new goblin master.