How To Make A Minion

“Alright, that should do it,” Bertio said after the purple glow surrounding his fingers had dulled to a mere sheen. “Now I should taste like a fruity beverage similar to apple cider.”

Narder wasn’t the brightest student at mage school—Bertio often wondered how he was accepted in the first place. Probably nepotism, he thought. Although attractive in that corn-fed, boy-next-door kind of way, Narder didn’t have the cutthroat attitude that was the hallmark of every mage. 

Not like Bertio. He recognized a good minion right away. A few passable dates and a few good charm spells, and he had Narder wrapped around his glowing fingers. Just one final step and Narder would be his loyal pawn—and fucktoy—forevermore. 

“I love cider!” Narder’s round face beamed. Bertio almost felt sorry for the boy, but then figured that he’d probably enjoy what was to happen next—if he’d even remember.

“I figured you might,” Bertio mumbled as he theatrically whipped open his mage’s robes. The spell he’d cast already had him unnaturally, fearsomely erect, his foreskin fully retracted revealing a purple helmet already slick with pre-cum. “Go on then—have your fill.” 

Narder didn’t need to be told twice. This was hardly their first sexual encounter, and just like the previous ones, Narder dropped to his knees and eagerly planted his lips around Bertio’s cock. Despite his length and girth, Narder did quick work, his chubby cheeks stuffed full and his throat already bulging with the effort of deep-throating his companion. 

Gods, he’s good, Bertio thought, already feeling himself losing control. Normally, he’d want to draw out his release, but Narder’s innate skill and the spell he’d cast already had him feeling close to bursting. He grabbed Narder’s head as he felt his balls rise, and then gave a brief gasp before he began to fill his companion’s mouth with jizz. 

To his credit, Bertio’s cum did taste like apple cider. Narder first made a muffled sound of surprise, then delight as he began to slurp down Bertio’s cider-flavored load. The mage looked down to watch Narder’s look of complete adoration—and then the lights in those eyes suddenly dimmed as the spell took hold. 

“That’s a good boy,” Bertio said. “Keep sucking it down. By the time you’re done, you’ll be mine—body and soul.”

The spell Bertio had cast did indeed enhance the flavor of his emissions, but it also contained a powerful transmogrification spell tied directly to the caster’s will. And what Bertio willed was a completely obedient minion, with no thoughts other than the commands he issued. He also wanted his minions to be powerful enough to overcome any physical obstacle. An ogre, he decided. Dim-witted, but immensely strong. 

The light in Narder’s eyes dimmed further as he sucked and sucked, and as he did, his features began to change. His brow furled and protruded as his forehead sloped backward and his chin jutted forth, growing thick and wide. Then the muscles on his neck and shoulders bulged obscenely, ripping the boy’s tunic as they rapidly gained strength. Rippling muscles bulked out what was once a soft and doughy body as thick fat was suddenly underlaid with primal power.

And as Narder’s body changed, it grew. Not just with girth, but height and length. Bertio could feel his cock slip out of an expanding throat to instead pump seed into an increasingly spacious mouth, a thick tongue lapping at each jet he pumped into the changing face. His back grew impossibly broad as his spine lengthened, forcing Narder to shuffle his feet backward, then change his posture as his arms and legs extended before billowing outward like inflating balloons. Once they’d more than doubled in thickness, Bertio watched the skin slowly change from a ruddy pink to a dull grey, a shade that began to spread over Narder’s expanding body slowly.

The brutish head that continued to suckle on Bertio’s cum was now much larger than it had been originally. Narder’s cherubic, boyish features had been replaced by something bordering on monstrous, with a bulbous nose, sunken, beady eyes, and a mouth so large Bertio’s member was like a sausage being lapped by a dog. The suction Narder’s flabby lips could achieve was becoming uncomfortably strong, but Bertio endured; he wanted his minion to be huge. 

A loud ‘thud’ interrupted Bertio's cranial observations. He assumed it was Narder's rounded stomach stretching large enough to strike the ground, but bending around his growing minion’s bulk revealed to the mage a stupendously large organ made of thick, wrinkly skin and oozing a white miasma. Narder’s now ogrish manhood looked as large and heavy as a hog, its sudden thunderous expansion was what made the noise. It soon began to lengthen and thicken with dumb, bestial arousal, the white miasma now flowing freely to coat the floor in a growing layer of ogrish precum. 

So distracted by his minion’s cock, Bertio failed to notice the gray, pachydermal skin encompass what was once Narder, his new hide growing coarse hairs that quickly became a dense coat that extended from his shoulders down his back to encompass his arms, legs, hands, and feet. Tusks extended outward to bracket his mouth (and Bertio’s still-spurting dick) in ivory, and Narder's nose extended into something like an animal’s snout. 

Finally, Bertio felt the spell fade and his unnatural stamina wane. As his penis sputtered and stopped its cider-cum concoction, the beast that was Narder grunted in satisfaction and stood. He was truly an ogre now—not a single thought could be seen behind those beady black eyes. Eyes that Bertio had to crane his neck to observe at their great height.

But the rest of him was truly impressive. His arms and legs rippled with veiny musculature, and his imposing bulk nearly filled the room. And his cock… even at half-mast it was nearly as large as Bertio himself.  He held out a tentative hand and felt the bestial thing leap at his touch, obviously excited to please his new master.

Bertio was certainly pleased. But he had to test his hold over his new minion. 

“Cum for me, minion,” Bertio commanded. “Fill this room with your rank seed.”

The ogre grunted, its fetid breath mixing with the smell of its arousal. It reached over its hulking belly to grasp its manhood in two gigantic paws, pulling back the wrinkled skin to reveal a reddish helmet strangely smooth and taut given the excessive flesh covering the rest of him. He thrust his gigantic hips, fucking his grasp in barrel-like hands, the flesh being pulled taut as the inhuman cock grew to its true and terrifying size. It was like a third elephantine leg, one that was spurting yellowish precum like a tapped keg. 

And then as commanded, the beast came. A few pig-like grunts preceded a bellowing roar, and Bertio was blasted in thick slime. Several explosive bursts coated the walls, the ceilings, and the floors. The room reeked of animal husbandry. Bertio stood there, dumbfounded. 

Once done, his minion stood motionless, awaiting his next command. 

Wiping the cum from his face, Bertio saw the obedience in his new minion and smiled.