"I like the way you think kid. She won't stay out long. You watch her while I go. Gotta get some heavier chains, and some other fun stuff." Rumbles the liberated bull-man.
He shuffles away quickly, you're amazed by how easily he has adjusted to the weight of his watermelon sized nuts grazing across the stone floor.
"Dun' have too much fun while I'm gone, her a cunt's supposed to be enchanted or somthin’." Echos the minotaur from down the hall.
As you stare at the amazonian mass of Bessie sprawled out before you, one of your hands drifts down. You take stock of your half-naked self.
While rubbing the sore and stretched skin of your distended scrotum--now taut and bloated by your now grapefruit-sized balls, your stomach begins to knot as your nuts seem to grow heavier. To the touch you can feel them gurgling between your hand and thighs, as more 'man-milk' churns within your monstrous masculinity.
Although it's only been a few minutes since you were liberated from the horrifying milking machine, your vacuum abused member stands harder than Bessie’s horns. You feel like you haven’t been milk--no, that’s not right. Despite skin reddened and swollen from the pumping, your member glistens in your vision, you feel like you haven’t cum in months. An awful realization creeps into your mind despite the increasingly overwhelming arousal: if your libido is this cranked up despite hours of milking---no, cows are milked. If you are this backed up from only a few minutes, how could you possibly live a normal life? Forget finding pants or any kind of career--hell even porn stars don’t get to cum every 5 minutes!
"God damn you Bessie! You bloated milk factory! You took my life away!”
You angrily kick the now empty gallon sized semen-syringe. Your bloated boys send an alien mix of discomfort and pleasure as your leg hefts your sack. The minor tremor of back-pressure and stimulation, makes more of your pre leak out. As the metal cylinder once filled with minotaur seed clatters after bouncing off of Bessie's unconscious form, you feel yourself grow flush with a mix of needs: to milk your udder---no dammit--to cum; and to get proper revenge on this monstrous bitch.