Carrie woke up to the salty scent of cum. opening his eyes he saw cum dripping from the ceiling. he quickly covered his eyes to avoid it falling into them. That's when he noticed his hands. looking at them he could tell they were not human.
they looked like the furry male hands of a beast. each finger tipped with a hoof-like nail. he rose up and looked around. his room was now covered in cum splatters. the culprit was a soft cock between his legs.
he got off his bed and took stock of himself. the strangest thing wasn't his new mythical body but his calmness. he should have been freaking out or calling someone. instead, he felt the same. it was like he was always like this.
he could feel his tail swish back and forth. he proceeded to go to the bathroom as a familiar/unfamiliar feeling was felt. he found the clop of his hoofs oddly calming. arriving at the bathroom he opened the door. he was shocked he was able to do so without breaking it.
soon he found the shock of it fading away. he approached the toilet and aimed. his cock let the golden liquid release into the porcelain object. he realized he hadn't even attempted to do it like a woman. once he was done he went to wash his hands.
As he did so he glanced towards the mirror. he stared at the Minotaur in the reflection like it was supposed to be there. his eyes were still green, they were the only thing to tell who he once was. he then noticed the amulet on his chest. before it had hung down to his naval.
he soon realized this was what his aunt Kate had meant. additionally, he realized he was covered in his own cum. he then entered his shower and turned on the water. when he scrubbed his cock he felt immense pleasure. it soon rose to his chest.
he felt like this happened a lot so he grabbed it. each stroke sent electricity to his brain. he soon cumed onto the wall as the water drained it away. he heard a knock at his front door. he dried off and grabbed his old bathrobe and tied it around him like a kilt. he soon approached the door and opened it.