The racing, sexual sensations flooding your body from your fading orgasm suddenly spike again and -with shock and some embarrassment- you feel your balls surge once more and continue their climax! You snort, deeply guttural, as you hump your hips up and down, falling fully onto your back and grasping your massive, rock-hard penis with both hands, as you find yourself ejaculating more and more and more of your long, thick, ropes of gooey cum...
The three men walk up around you and quickly make certain that your whole body is bound by their net.
"Wh...what's ... happ...happening...?" you moan in pleasure, unable to stop pumping your seed out over your legs and the short grass of the labyrinth.
"Hey, the beast can still talk..." says one of the swordsmen as he ties off the net at your feet.
"Some of 'em have more will power," responded another, taking out a small vial and uncorking it. "The bigger the minotaur, the more powerful they are..."
He quickly quaffs the blue fluid and looks down at you with a crooked grin as the buxom woman nearby continues to play her flute.
It's a combination of things, you realize, your steady, repeated grunts making you feel more and more tired as your climax extends into ten minutes. Her music made me horny and ... and their net trapped me; trapped me in my climax...!
The man standing over you closes his eyes, then, and begins to change. His muscles, not really very impressive, even under his loosely-fitting tunic, start to grow, getting bigger, harder, and more impressive.
You can't stop climaxing, your cum pouring out of your body in great, massive gouts; your hips humping up and down in the air, your ass smacking against the grass over and over, again.
Growing bigger, now, the huge human looms over you, easily equal to your height and probably a few feet taller, and bends over with an owning grin on his face.
"Let's get him back to town and make some money, people," he says with a laugh.
You still can't stop climaxing, but that doesn't mean you can't at least throw a punch.
While your muscles are still spasming, mostly uncontrollably, you manage to clench your fist and take a swing at the man as he bends over.
The net, though, is stronger than it looks. Despite your huge muscles, you don't tear it at all and -in fact- find yourself even more tightly bound than before.
You struggle against the constricting bindings as best as you can, but soon, find yourself getting out of breath. Your huge urethra has been stretched by the mammoth amounts of seed escaping your body and -now- is getting sore.
You feel yourself getting dizzy as the men chuckle at your predicament.
Only the woman, looking at you from beyond them, seems to have any pity for you, but -still- she plays the flute.
Still, you struggle, your climaxing persisting and making you more and more tired, but -soon- the net has constricted so tightly you can barely wobble.
"We may have to shrink this one down to size if we're gonna put him on the auction block," says the first swordsman.
The giant one of the three, now looming over you at a massive, fifteen- or sixteen-foot height, nods in agreement and bends down to pick up your bound form, effortlessly.
"Yeah, well, we've got plenty of size-altering items to slap this big-boy into shape. For now, though, I think we can just get him back as he is. We'll worry about selling him, later..."