When the Minotaur left the room, you sighed and reluctantly sat down on the dirty mattress. You scrunch your face as you catch another whiff of the mattress’ awful stench. It was covered in various stains from...honestly, you didn’t want to know where they were from.
A few minutes later, you begin to feel an itching sensation on your balls. Reflexively, you reach down to scratch them, but you stop yourself just in time. Even though you didn’t want to follow the Minotaur’s orders, you didn’t exactly want to be killed either. You sigh and put your hands behind you back, trying to resist the urge to scratch.
As time goes on, the smell becomes less revolting and the itching sensation grows much harder to resist. By now, it’s spread all over your groin and a bit on your ass, especially above your tailbone. The pain in your head has increased slightly due to the growth of your horns. You want to scratch your itchy groin so bad. One little scratch can’t hurt..
The Minotaur will never know...right?
You sigh, moving your hands away again. At the rate that this day has been going, you’d be surprised if the Minotaur DIDN’T have a way of knowing if you’d scratched or not.
After what felt like an eternity, you heard the sound of the door opening. You turn to look at the door, and to your “relief”, the Minotaur is back. He closes the door behind him before walking over towards you.
“So human, did you scratch?” the Minotaur asks.
“N-No…” you say quietly.
“Are you lying to me?”
“No…”
The Minotaur leans in close and begins looking up and down your body as if he’s giving you an examination. After a few minutes, he nods and pats you on the head.
“I knew I made a good choice when I gave you my gift,” he says, sitting down on the mattress with you. “You may take off your loincloth now, human.”
Without hesitation, you untie the loincloth and let it come off, only freeze when you see your cock and balls.
For one thing, your equipment is now HUGE. Your dick now has a red color to it. You guesstimate that your dick is now about 10 inches long! Your balls, on the other hand, have grown to the size of baseballs and are now covered in brown hair...no, brown fur.
You stare at your equipment in utter disbelief. “This...this can't be happening…” you say.
The Minotaur laughs. “Oh, but it is!” he says. “You’re going to be a fine bull!”
“N-No!” You shout. “I don’t want to be a Minotaur! I want to be human!” You try to stand up, but a sudden pain in your feet causes you to lose your balance.
“I’m afraid it’s too late for you calf,” the Minotaur says, putting his large hand on your back. “You can’t stop the transformation once it’s started.”
The Minotaur moves his hand down your back before giving your ass a firm squeeze. You let out a yelp of surprise as he does so. The Minotaur then pulls you in close to his muscular furry body. The odor that he gives off reeks of cow, sweat, BO, and cum, but to your surprise, it doesn’t bother you much. In fact, it smells kinda…attractive...