A taste of Minos’s beast

by Jacked Garland   

Felix and his friend Orson drink some minotaur cum together. They know it can make you grow, but they get much, much more than they bargained for.

“I’ve got the goods, my dude.”

Orson had barely closed the door behind him before he procured a small plastic bag from his pocket and showed it off with the widest, and frankly stupidest grin on his face. Felix leaned against the kitchen counter and just raised an eyebrow at his friend.

“Have you now, ‘my dude’,” Felix said, putting extra emphasis on the last part. Orson was clearly in a silly mood, which usually meant some kind of shenanigans were going on. And that also meant that, whatever the ‘something’ was this time, it was bound to be intriguing.

Felix pushed off the counter with his hip and went to give Orson a hug. Felix was so glad whenever he received a hug from Orson. It was always with arms fully wrapped around him, a firm, comfortable squeeze, and always perfectly timed: not too long and not too short. It had none of the awkwardness of those short, rather limp side-hugs, or the insufferably impersonal three-taps-on-the-back. It was always so genuine and friendly, and so easy to reciprocate. Once in a while, usually if Felix was in a slightly mischievous mood, he would try an initiate a ‘squeeze-off’ with Orson, seeing which of them could hug the tightest before the other gave in. Whenever Felix won—which he did most of the time—Orson would always complain with ‘well it’s unfair since you’re taller than me’ (by like, a couple of centimeters) or ‘you started so you have the upper hand’ or ‘I wasn’t even ready!’. It was fun.

“So,” Felix said, letting go of Orson and walking back to the kitchen. The kettle clicked off and Felix poured the water into a teapot. “What are these ‘goods’ then?” he asked.

“So you do wanna know, huh?” Orson said. Felix was focused on pouring and didn’t look up.

“Of course,” Felix said. “But it better be good with all this stalling you’re doing’.” The kettle now empty, he put the little lid back on the teapot, waiting for the tea to steep. Orson was sitting on the sofa. He hadn’t opened the little bag yet, but just put it on the table in front of him.

“Come sit and I’ll show you,” Orson said, still grinning widely and practically jittering with excitement.

“Can’t you just tell me?” Felix asked. He sat himself down in the armchair, facing Orson, the table with the little plastic bag between them. Without saying a word, Orson made a show of rubbing his hands together and gingerly opening the bag. He took out a small, dark bottle. The glass was tinted brown, and it reminded Felix of those bottles with chemicals or medicine inside. It had no label on it, and neither did the plastic bag. Felix looked at Orson.

“Okay really, what is this?” He asked, not overly concerned, but still trying to pull Orson down from his hype. He didn’t succeed.

“You will not believe how easy it was to get this,” Orson said, picking up the bottle and staring at it like it was some mythical relic. “Like, it took a little bit of effort to get a link that worked, but after I got that, it was literally just click-and-buy.” He turned the bottle slowly from side to side, still mesmerized by it.

“I mean, it wasn’t cheap, of course, but that wasn’t really surprising,” he put the bottle back down on the table. “But it arrived much quicker than I thought.”

“Are you done?” Felix said. He leaned back, crossing his arms in a relaxed manner. “Or did you just come to deliver a suspicious bottle and an ominous speech?”

“It’s minotaur cum,” Orson said, excitement sparkling in his eyes.

“What?” Felix’ eyes went wide. He was unable to look away from Orson’s gaze. He wasn’t necessarily shocked or scared, just very surprised. This was far from anything he had expected. No wonder none of it was labeled. He briefly glanced back at the bottle, then back at Orson. Felix gave a small chuckle.

“Good one, Sunny,” he said. Surely this was a joke of some sorts. Either that, or Orson had been scammed. Minotaur cum wasn’t something to come by so easily. Was it?

“It’s not a joke, dude,” Orson said. “It’s the real deal!”

“I think you just got scammed, Sunny,” Felix said. “How would you know? Have you tasted it before?”

“I mean,” Orson began. “I haven’t... But that doesn’t mean it’s not authentic!”

From Orson’s expression it was clear to see that he hadn’t doubted anything about the whole ordeal until now. Had Orson been so excited by something like this that he would have recklessly thrown money at it? He had known Orson for years now, yet he had never seen him being interested in other genera before. At least not to a degree that would drive him to this. And then minotaur cum of all things.

Felix had heard what minotaur cum did to humans when they drank it. He was aware that much of it was very likely exaggerated as some sort of scare-tactic. But still, some of it was probably true or based in truth. Sure, he had heard of its revitalizing effects and how it stimulated muscle-growth in a way that was more natural than other substances. Though, ‘natural’ was doing some heavy lifting in that sentence; from what he had heard through gossip, the speed at which muscles grew when drinking minotaur cum did not at all sound ‘natural’ to him. Not natural, but that didn’t mean it was anything bad. Maybe, just maybe, it was even a little exciting? Being able to see muscles grow significantly in the span of a few days was intriguing. Felix also wondered what it would feel like. Would it hurt? He assumed that the fibers would tear if they grew too quickly, but he could be wrong. On the other hand, the idea of his body changing in more serious ways was much less appealing. The rumors of humans turning into something resembling a minotaur wasn’t exactly appealing. Not that Felix didn’t find minotaurs appealing, far from it if he were being honest, but still.

“All right,” Felix said. “Let’s say this is genuine minotaur cum.”

“Because it is,” Orson said, slightly defiantly.

“Sure,” Felix retorted. “Why have you brought it with you, then? Like, why are you showing me this?”

Orson stared at Felix. It was obvious the question had caught him slightly off guard. Just by asking it, Felix immediately knew the answer. Why would anyone bring something like this to one of their closest friends?

“I dunno,” Orson said, shrugging “It just seemed kind boring to do alone, I guess?”.

It was clearly an invitation. Orson was extending an invitation to share it. Felix was willing to share many things with his friend, but this was different. This wasn’t really something to be shared. Was it?

It wasn’t without risk, drinking minotaur cum, this much Felix knew for sure. But it wasn’t the risk of becoming more minotaur-like that deterred him. It was the idea of his body, his self becoming something else. And even if that didn’t happen, how would he control the growth, could he even control it? Not to mention the addictiveness. Minotaur cum was said to be incredibly addictive to humans. So if he did share this bottle—this little, seemingly innocent bottle—with Orson, would that be enough? Would a tiny amount like this be enough to drive him mad?

Felix felt blood rush toward his cheeks and his groin. He could stall his mind with thoughts of all the risks and dangers, but the thing that filled his thoughts was what it could do to his cock. It would grow, for sure, but how big? Was there even a limit? And how would it feel when it grew? Painful? Pleasurable? Something in between? Felix’ mind was invaded by images of his own cock growing as he was stroking it, his balls expanding as they filled up with incredible amounts of cum. Would that change as well? Maybe it would become thicker, milkier, tastier.

“Felix?” The sound of Orson’s voice pulled him back to reality. His cock was pushing so hard against the fabric of his underwear, Felix was afraid it would rip a seam. Trying to be as subtle as possible, he glanced down to see how visible it was. He wasn’t sure, so he just hoped Orson wouldn’t notice anything.

“Yeah?” He replied, trying to sound as casual as possible.

“You okay, buddy?” Orson said. Felix stared into Orson’s beady eyes. A look concern for a friend was the first thing Felix saw, but somehow it seemed to him as if they were pleading, begging. Orson’s expression seemed to say ‘tell me what to do, please’. But that was all in his mind. It was all in Felix’ mind. It had to be.

“Look,” Felix said. “I wanna make it clear that I really don’t believe this is real minotaur cum. I really think you just got scammed,”

“But?” Orson said.

“But,” Felix continue. “The easiest way to find out is just to open it up and taste it, right?”

Without even waiting for Orson to reply, Felix got up from the chair—quickly, so Orson wouldn’t notice his hard-on—and went toward the kitchen. He realized he had forgotten all about the tea, but that didn’t really matter anymore. He got a couple of shot-glasses and returned to the living room area. The bottle was small, so there couldn’t be much liquid in it. Besides, taking it as a shot seemed somehow right. Get it over with quick, or something.

With the two shot-glasses in front of them, Orson opened the bottle. Immediately, the whole room, probably the whole apartment, was filled with a heavy odor. Felix’ nose was assaulted by the smell: earthy and moist, it reminded him of the smell of a sauna. That is, if he had stuck his whole face in someone’s hairy armpit, absolutely drenched with sweat and sauna-steam, and then inhaled, filling his lungs with the smell. There was also this underlying sweet note that was difficult to describe. Felix could almost taste it, but only almost. It intrigued him, and he felt like he needed to know exactly what that sweetness was.

“Eugh!” Orson exclaimed loudly. “That smells fucking rank!” He pinched his nose and made a gagging noise as he quickly poured the liquid into the two shot-glasses and screwed the lid back on. He clearly wanted to get it over with as fast as possible. Felix was surprised by the liquid, it didn’t really look like cum to him. The consistency wasn’t goopy or gelatinous at all, and the color was more evenly white. More than anything, it reminded Felix of heavy whipping cream, if just a little thicker.

Felix and Orson each took their shot-glass of the strong-smelling minotaur cum. Orson was still pinching his nose, and now, bringing it closer to his face, he squinted his eyes, like when cutting onions. Felix looked at Orson, caught his gaze and raised his glass. Orson raised his as well, making a small clink sound as the glasses touched. Felix brought the glass to his lips, and in a smooth motion he threw his head back, letting the creamy liquid fall into and down his throat. As it touched his tongue he felt a shiver run across his whole body. Blood rushed from his extremities and toward his head and his crotch. He was still hard from before, but now he was leaking precum, although ‘leaking’ was probably an understatement, considering how fast the wet spot in his underwear was spreading.

Reflexively he stuck his tongue out to scoop up all the cum that clung to the sides of the shot-glass. The taste was incredible, and he just wanted more. Maybe there was some left in the bottle? He would probably have to water it down to get the rest out, but that was fine. Orson hadn’t seemed to like the smell, so maybe he didn’t like the taste either? If Orson didn’t drink it all Felix would happily drink the left-overs. Maybe Orson hadn’t even swallowed it, and if he was quick enough, he could just go over and get it from Orson’s mouth. He wouldn’t really be kissing him, he would just be doing him a favor, ridding him of the foul, foul liquid. It didn’t matter how, he just needed to get more.

And then the feeling began to fade away. Felix came back to his sense, somewhat at least, and saw Orson make a face, treating the minotaur cum like strong, cheap liquor. The smell still hung in the air, but even that had dissipated a lot since the bottle was opened. For a moment the whole apartment was silent, except for Orson continuously clearing his throat. Felix went and got water for both of them. Orson drank it eagerly.

“That was absolutely nasty,” Orson said after chugging his second tall glass of water. “I think you were right, this can’t possibly have been genuine. Tasted like sour milk, but like, ten-year-old sour milk, or something. I don’t even know, but it was fucking gross. Eugh!”

Felix just listened to Orson complain about the taste, and afterward, the smell. He didn’t voice any complaints himself. He didn’t really have any. The feelings already seemed so far away, but all of it had been incredible. Somewhere in his mind, he still heard a voice yelling ‘more! more!’, but it was distant and muffled now. It would go away before he knew it, he thought. However, he didn’t want to tell Orson just how intoxicating it had been. He felt a bit embarrassed about it, or perhaps guilty? Plus, with Orson complaining so much about it, it was difficult to admit to liking it. Maybe even loving it.

Neither of them discussed the event further, and just continued hanging out for the rest of the day. It wasn’t so much that they didn’t want to talk about it, but more that they didn’t really know how to talk about it. It was obvious to Felix that Orson had also had some kind of experience with it, but for all he knew, it wasn’t very good. And if so, he wondered, how bad would it have to have been for Orson to not want to talk about it at all? And if it were that bad, it might come off as somewhat insensitive toward him, if Felix were to go on and on about just how good, how right it had made him feel. Wouldn’t that put unnecessary pressure on Orson? Felix’ thoughts circled around like this in the back of his mind even after Orson had left. At last, Felix shrugged it off as something unimportant that didn’t change anything, really, and prepared for sleep.

But Felix couldn’t sleep. No matter how hard he tried, sleep just wouldn’t come. Every position was uncomfortable, and he felt feverishly hot, even though the thermometer kept telling him his body was fine. He had pushed the covers off a long time ago and opened the window as much as possible. Whatever cooling breeze entered the room felt amazing on his skin, which was rapidly becoming damp with sweat. He swore he could see steam faintly rising from his arm when he stuck it out the window. It wasn’t cold outside. It was late summer/early autumn, so evenings were getting cooler, but this was definitely out of the ordinary.

His breathing had started to become faster, trying to get rid of more heat, and tiny beads of sweat began to form on his body. Felix could feel each and every one of them. Whenever one got too heavy and began sliding down across his skin, it felt like the caress of someone’s finger. More and more beads formed and fell, and a myriad of hands were touching Felix all over. It was electrifying. He couldn’t get his underwear off too quickly, yanking it down and tossing it with one foot. He needed to give those sweat-drop hands access to all of him.

He had gotten hard quite a while ago, but hadn’t been able to concentrate on jerking off, let alone touch it. It throbbed aggressively, but his immediate attention was drawn to his slick skin. He joined in, sliding his hands across his body, feeling everything. He grabbed his chest, pressing in on his pecs, massaging them, giving his nipples a light pinch and twist. He took turns feeling up his arms, squeezing, flexing, tracing the curves and the shadowy lines cast by the musculature underneath the skin. He sat down, giving the same treatment to his legs, entranced by the hefty thighs and cupping the round calves.

He lay down, letting his hands glide up towards his head. With his fingertips he touched his neck and face, like he was exploring it for the first time. He mapped every bone, every hair, every wrinkle. He smiled, he frowned, each time feeling which exact muscles were contracting or relaxing. He savored every second that passed as he groped his own body. Satisfied for now, he looked down, unable to ignore his cock any longer.

The amount of precum he was leaking was quite a surprise to Felix. Of course, it was a much welcome surprise. When he laid down, a small pool had begun to form right above his crotch. The tiny pool had overflown a bit, and a thin stream had made its way over the side of his hip. Slowly, but steadily it pooled on the sheet, clinging to his side. With two fingers he touched the precum-pool. It was clear like water, so he was surprised at how sticky it was. As he withdrew his hand, a long string of precum formed. Felix was pulling the string up toward his face, and the string kept holding, but drooped in the middle, reaching for his stomach.

His cock kept leaking, the pool of precum growing larger and thus overflowing even more. Without hesitation, he grabbed some with his fingers and stuffed them into his mouth. His tongue was struck with such sweetness he almost thought he had eaten a spoonful of honey or sugar-syrup. Of course, it wasn’t either of those, it was much better. For once he wished he had been more flexible so he could suck this delicious nectar directly from the source. He made a mental note of doing more yoga, in case this wasn’t just a one-time occurrence.

Felix closed his eyes and his mind filled with images of himself. He was sucking his own cock; he was sucking the cock of a separate version of himself, a doppelganger, a clone perhaps; he was bending back, letting his entire face be covered in precum; he was collecting the precum in jars and filling bathtubs with it. He opened his eyes, looked down and saw the mess he was making. He didn’t care. He wrapped his hand around his cock (was it bigger than before?) and started stroking. The copious amount of precum served as the perfect lube. With his other hand he reached for his balls and began to massage them gently. They felt large and heavy and full, which made sense given the present circumstance. There was a certain tightness, like whatever liquid inside was pushing against the walls containing it. It didn’t hurt, Felix thought, but felt good. Really good.

The tightness grew stronger, and before Felix noticed, he was shooting his cum all across his body. The first time he hit his face he felt the orgasmic wave crashing, and every single muscle began a cycle of tension and release. Even if he wanted to, he was fully unable to hold his moaning in. Arching his back, throwing his head backwards, hitting the soft mattress, Felix felt like he was screaming. Every exhale became a moan of deep pleasure, only quenched when some of his cum landed in his open mouth, forcing him to swallow it so as not to choke on it.

And then orgasm dissipated, leaving Felix out of breath and wet with sweat and cum. He just stared at the ceiling, trying to process what had just happened. It felt like hours had gone by, but looking at the clock he saw that not even half an hour had passed from when he got up to open the window.

Felix knew exactly what had happened and why it had happened, but he was in no position to even begin facing it. He just couldn’t. And so, after calming down and catching his breath, he cleared his mind and dealt with the practicalities caused by his intense session. First things first was the bed. He removed the sheets to assess the mattress itself. It had some wet patches, but perhaps due to the dense nature of the liquids, they hadn’t really soaked through very much. Still, he made attempts at drying it. The collected sheets were thrown in the laundry basked. Felix then went to the bathroom and took a long shower, cleaning of the various fluids.

His mind still deliberately empty, Felix put new sheets on the bed and lay down again, hoping sleep would catch him and relieve him of any residual or lingering tension. And sleep did catch him. Barely had his head hit the pillow before he was whisked away into a dream. But even though it caught him, it provided no relief for Felix. Instead, it gave him a dream that would change him and his life’s trajectory. Felix would not realize this for a long time, but this was not even the beginning, far from it.

Felix stood naked before a giant mirror, a wall of glass so far and wide that he couldn’t see the end of it in any direction. He slowly raised his hand and let his fingertips touch the cool glass. His eyes were completely focused on the movements of his reflection. There was something odd about it, like the movement was too smooth, or maybe even a millisecond ahead of his own body.

His gaze moved from the reflection’s hand to its eyes. His eyes. Or were they? There was a faint shimmer of gold in the reflection’s eyes, as if the irises had small pieces of gold leaf in them. It was mesmerizing, enchanting, and Felix found it difficult to tear his eyes away from the reflection. The stare from those gilded eyes was intense, and Felix felt not only seen, but deeply perceived by them. His reflection saw him fully; it knew him better than he knew himself. It made Felix very self-conscious, and if he hadn’t been spellbound by the reflection, he would have tried to cover his naked body in some way.

Then his reflection began to smile. Shocked, Felix quickly raised his hands to touch his face—had he begun to smile unknowingly? He hadn’t. And his reflection hadn’t raised its arms either. The person in the mirror was not his reflection, not anymore. Felix looked up at the face of his doppelganger and saw that the smile had become a smirk, regarding him with a condescending look of superiority. There was a brief moment of confusion, because how could a reflection be superior? Weren’t they the same?

No. No, they weren’t the same. It was him, in some kind of way, but it was also distinctly someone else. Someone that could be him, or that he could become. Another version of him. The doppelganger opened its mouth, and even though no sound came out, Felix heard it clearly inside his head; a single word, a name.

“Lee.”

Felix repeated the name, and his doppelganger gave a single, slow nod. Then he saw it. He hadn’t noticed before, but he had been looking slightly upward to meet the eyes of his doppelganger, Lee. He was taller. Not just his height, though; everything about Lee seemed larger. He was bigger, in every way: arms, legs, chest, stomach, even his hands and feet were bigger. Lee’s muscles were also more defined, with lines across his skin showing the borders around them, showing in detail just how big they were.

Felix couldn’t quite believe it, but the more he looked, the bigger Lee appeared to be. It was as if his gaze made Lee grow, slowly but continuously. The warmth within Felix became heat, surging towards his crotch. Lee’s growth quickened, moving in tandem with Felix’ hardening dick. The sensation of blood rushing to fill his dick, and the slight droop of his balls, pulled downward by gravity, was overwhelming. He didn’t dare look down, afraid that he would bust the moment he saw himself.

Instead, his attention was transfixed on Lee’s cock. It was growing just like the rest of his body. More than that, however, were Lee’s balls. They swelled quickly, like balloons being filled with water. It didn’t take long for them to appear out of proportion with his cock. Even without touching them, Felix could sense how heavy they were, how full they were.

Patches of dark hair began to sprout all of Lee’s body, and Felix’s eyes dutifully followed as the hair moved across Lee’s body, like it was alive. From Lee’s ankles, it stretched its way up his legs. At his thighs, the hair circled around and climbed over his ass. Likewise, from his shoulders, it cascaded down his arms like a waterfall. Hair bloomed from the middle of his chest. It enveloped, almost grabbed onto his now firm, round pecs, and then it bled downward, covering his stomach in dark fur. Finally, it reached his crotch and burst into a thick bush.

Felix was lost in the thoughts of Lee’s body and the heat within himself. He was brought back to the present when Lee stepped closer. With how much Lee had grown, Felix now had to bend his neck backwards to look up at him. A thick beard was hugging Lee’s face and neck. All the hair was thick, but none of it looked coarse or like it would be rough to touch. On the contrary, it all looked incredibly soft.

Lee turned his head down and looked at his own hand. He opened it, palm up, and raised it slightly toward Felix. An invitation. Felix looked down at the open, inviting palm. Hesitation. He looked back up at Lee, and all traces of the condescending, patronizing stare were gone. Replaced by something mild and kind. An invitation. Felix had been afraid of his doppelganger, but the more time he spent in Lee’s presence, the calmer and safer he felt. His body was burning up from within. What he initially had thought was fear he now realized was desire.

He tried to convince himself that he was afraid of becoming someone like Lee, of becoming Lee himself. But he couldn’t. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t keep up that lie. He wanted to become more like Lee; he wanted to become Lee.

An invitation. Lee hadn’t moved, his open palm still hovering, waiting for Felix to place his hand in it. Lee’s mouth began to move, and Felix heard the words in his head only after they had been spoken.

“There’s no rush.”—“Take your time.”—“I’ll wait as long as you need.”—“I’m here only for you.”

Felix stood still, letting the soothing words caress his feverish body like cool air. Then he placed his hand in Lee’s. He accepted the invitation.

Lee nodded and took another step closer. Gently he led Felix’s hand towards himself, placing it on the side of his torso. He held it in place, not forcefully, but to reassure Felix that he could touch. Felix didn’t move his hand. He let it linger on the side of the man standing tall before him. Lee’s body didn’t feel warm at all. It wasn’t cold, but cool, like the surface of the mirror he had come from. Fascinated by the exchange of heat, he brought his other hand up to Lee’s other side. It felt equally as cool.

Keeping his hands in place, Felix flexed his fingers, gently gripping onto the other man’s flesh. The softness of his skin stood in contrast with the muscles lying underneath, yearning to flex and harden, becoming like rock. Felix tightened his grip more, squeezing Lee’s side, wanting to find those muscles. Not only did he want to feel them, he wanted to grab them, claim them. He wanted them for himself. A faint moan, not much more than a pleasing sigh, sounded above Felix’ head. It sent shivers down his spine.

Felix felt something brush against his lower stomach. It crept upwards, leaving a trace of something wet and sticky. Lee’s cock was growing, though not in the same manner as before. Lee was getting hard, and with its enormous size, it had managed to reach Felix, moving up along his body as it hardened. A slow, steady flow of precum was left in its wake. Before almost hitting Felix on the chin, it curved backward. It didn’t stop until the tip reached back and nearly touched Lee’s chest.

Lee moaned, but made no indication that he was going to move in any way. He continued standing still, waiting for Felix to keep exploring. Large drops of precum fell from the tip of Lee’s cock and landed at the base. Felix froze. He had known from very early on that he was dreaming. Everything was utterly impossible, so it was fairly obvious. But somehow, the absolutely beautiful yet completely monstrous man—now more a being, a kind of creature—was too much.

His arms left the sides of the other man. His eyes were wide, and his mouth was open. Had this creature been him? Would he, at some point, become this? Felix was burning up inside. Then something snapped. Nothing broke, but something inside him snapped into place, like a single missing piece had just been found, and now the puzzle was complete.

He rushed forward, wrapping his arms around Lee’s enormous cock. His hands scooped as much precum as they could hold, and he began smearing it all across the shaft. He pressed his face into the skin of the cock, opening his mouth and stretching his tongue as far as it would go, and began to lick. Lee, now fully embraced, brought his meaty hands up to his own chest, first rubbing, massaging them, then pinching the nipples with a little twist.

“That’s it,” Lee said, “take it all in, Felix, take all of me in.”

Felix wasn’t listening. His body was made of pure fire and in his mind were no traces of thought, all expelled and replaced by one desire: to please. Who this Lee was or what was happening didn’t matter anymore to him. In this moment, Felix existed only to please, to serve the man in front of him.

Lee was moaning louder and louder, gently rocking his hips forward so his cock was rubbing against all of Felix. The heavy flow of precum from Lee’s massive cock had completely drenched Felix. The slippery liquid made it difficult to not be toppled over by Lee’s cock, so there was nothing to do but grab it even tighter.

“Take my seed, Felix,” Lee said in between moans, “Take it and let it change you, let it set you free, become what you’ve always wanted to be,”

In one swift motion, Lee grabbed his cock, pressing Felix even tighter up against it. Felix’s body appeared weightless as Lee used it to jerk off, running it along the underside of his giant shaft.

Felix was in pure bliss. That one, burning, scorching desire in him was being fulfilled. He was pleasing Lee. He was serving Lee. He was-

“Become me.”

A thunderous roar sounded throughout the empty void as Lee finally reached his orgasm. He let go of his cock, and Felix, and simply let it happen. Cum erupted from his cock, shooting high up into the air only to rain back down. Felix had stumbled and was sitting, leaning back on his forearms. He watched as Lee shot load after load of thick cum. He felt it rain down on him. Everything was being covered in the cum of the titan that stood before him.

As Felix leaned his head back, he caught the ecstatic gaze of Lee, gleaming with approval. Staring up into the endless void, Felix closed his eyes and opened his mouth.

Felix gasped desperately for air. He tumbled out of his bed, completely disoriented. His skin was more than clammy from sweat. His eyes darted around the room. It was his bedroom. Early sunshine peeked in through a crack in the curtains. A single ray of sunshine reflected off a mirror and landed on his hand.

It was morning. He had been asleep. Dreaming, although he didn’t know what it had been. He stood up and looked back towards his bed. The sheets were drenched in sweat. Maybe it had been a nightmare? No, Felix was sure it had been a dream—and a good dream at that.

But something still felt off. He continued to look around, but everything was as it had always been. Right? Everything was where it was supposed to be, there was nothing that seemed to be amiss, but something just felt off. Something just looked off.

He was taller. Felix realized what was off: his perspective. He had no idea how, but he had grown taller. Not too much, but enough to make everything seem a little weird. Confused and shocked, he walked towards his full-length mirror. Sure enough, he was taller than he was yesterday. And more fit too. All over his body, his muscles had become just a bit more defined. And the hair. His legs and chest especially. He had hair on his body before, but it had definitely grown and spread. His legs now sprouted the beginnings of a soft yet thick fur. The hair on his chest had spread out, and it now covered his pecs. It had also spread downwards, creating a thick trail towards his crotch.

Felix was in awe. Instinctively he ran a hand across his own chest. Something inside him remembered that touch. And it responded.

In the blink of an eye, Felix’s cock had become rock-hard and begun to make a small, wet spot on his underwear. His brows furrowed as he realized, and he tore his eyes away from his reflection and looked down at the real deal.

His cock was a bit longer and a lot thicker than it had been last night. His balls were also bigger. A lot bigger. Each of them fit in the palm of his hand, almost like a tennis ball. They felt weirdly heavy and full, even for their increased size. Felix let go of the one he had cupped, and as it fell down into the sack, it pulled at his cock. Felix couldn’t help but moan.

He tore his underwear down to free his throbbing cock. Without hesitation he started fiercely jerking off. To his delight, he had no need for lube, as his cock supplied ample amounts of precum to keep everything nice and slippery.

Felix took a step closer to the mirror and leaned against it. The room was filled by the slick sound of him stroking his cock and the continued loud moaning. Lost in a haze of horniness, he rested his head against the mirror. He looked down at his cock and felt a climax quickly rise. He grabbed his balls and massaged them, swearing he could feel them filling up with cum, just waiting to be emptied out.

He looked back up and caught his own eyes in the mirror. He saw his face smiling back at him in utter pleasure. And then the climax reached the surface.

Felix gasped as his cock let loose the cum that had been stored in his now massive balls. It easily covered the bottom part of the mirror. And then it was over. Although not quite. It wasn’t over. He could still feel the sensation inside. He didn’t have to do much to get hard again. His libido had somehow gone into a sort of constant overdrive.

It wasn’t overpowering, not right now at least. But he was still horny. It was always there, in the back of his mind, the urge to jerk off, to fuck, to spread his seed wherever, to empty his balls into whomever.

Felix had avoided the thought until now, but it had been obvious to him from the get-go, what had caused all this. The minotaur cum he and Orson had shared. Had it had the same effect on him as well? Had Orson grown as well? Was he hairier? Were his muscles bigger? Had his cock grown? And what about his balls?

A short buzzing sound came from Felix’s nightstand. Orson had sent him a message.

“Yo dude, wanna hang out later? I’ve got something to show ya.”

With no hesitation, Felix answered.

“Coffee at 4?”

There was only a few seconds delay before Orson sent a thumbs-up.

Of course he didn’t know what Orson wanted to show him, but Felix hoped it was something like the changes he had just gone through. Maybe he had actually gotten his hands on more minotaur cum they could share. After all, if relatively small changes like this felt that good, then he could only dream about the pleasure he would get from even larger changes. Even more growth.

Felix got hard again. He wanted to grow bigger. He really wanted to grow much, much bigger.

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