Rousing from unconsciousness, brought on by the trauma of this testicles doubling into two complete scrotums by Bessie' the cowtaur's sinister alchemy. “What happened?” The Minotaur says drearily “My balls feel weird”
The shackled minotaur blinks at his doubled endowment. "Bethzatha, I'll admit it to you, this was gods damned fun at first--that milker sure know's how to please a bull right quick." Bessie smiles at hearing her proper name. "Shit Bes...uh.. that growth serum of yours, urgh... bloating my boys up, was--is...oh...hot...guh" Pride gleams in her mad eyes as she strokes the taut sacks of the prostrate minotaur. The four pack of testes fighting for space to lay on the ground, seeming to tense up beneath her ministrations. The minotaur bellows as the milker suckles another load of hot bull cum out of him.
"Fuck!" he pants trying to collect himself. "Uh...but now I got two sacks of --fuckin FOUR watermelon nuts to lug around now!?" Thick chains rattle against the stone floor as he rises up off his hands and knees to grope at his massively distended pair of scrotums.
Stroking at his mutated self, he continues "Just because you catch some Promethean in our maze, doesn't mean you gotta listen to em!"
The angry bull gestures to his duplicated family jewels as they scrape at the ground, fighting for space between his bowed legs, and in direction to yours. "In Zeus' name Bes, you gonna make him suffer the way he tricked you into doin to me?"