Evan saw the minotaur's face begin to move down to his newly formed vagina. As much as Evan desired his new vagina to be touched along with his aching breasts, Evan resisted the urge once more and gave the minotaur a swift kick to the face. The minotaur stumbled back from the blow, giving Evan enough time to retreat through the crawlspace he came through originally.
As Evan made it into the space, he saw the minotaur was now too large to fit into the space, giving Evan a headstart to escape.
"Flee all you want, you are my breeder now! I will find you!" The minotaur roared as he kicked down the door to give chase.
Evan knew he needed to get out, now. The cave guards would be alerted to his presence soon. As Evan began running through the halls, he could hear the guards moving in the distance. It was hard for Evan to move as fast he normally could due to his swinging breasts and wider hips. The fact that he was naked didn't help either, as the cold draft was taking it's toll. Evan realized he was completely unarmed too; if he was corned there was no way he would be able to fight it.
At last Evan made it back to his entry point. Knowing very well that the guards had the place barricaded on lockdown his only escape route would be this small tunnel he discovered on his patrols. Evan tucked himself away into the tunnel, feeling safe knowing the minotaurs would not find him. His new breasts were uncomfortable in this tight tunnel, and would rub up against the walls if Evan wasn't careful. The cold stone on Evan's large nipples was a huge shock, eliciting a gasp from Evan.
When Evan was at the end of the tunnel, his heart sank when he realized he did not plan to exit the cave until sunrise - the fierce blizzard was still going on outside. There would be no way Evan would survive in that cold until the sun rose again - Evan knew this when he planned his mission, knowing he would have to hide in the cave for several hours. However for Evan he had only been in this cave for almost a single hour.
Dejected, Evan slumped down and put his head between his legs, at least as far as he could go before his breasts got in the way. Evan's breasts were so tender and sore; he was still producing milk and the pressure was becoming too great. Evan would need to think of some plan to survive in a cave of alerted minotaurs for 3 more hours. Evan was getting cold and hungry and aroused by waiting - he would need to go back in to fortify himself...and relieve his breasts.