As you kneel before the two minotaurs, you can't help but feel like a small animal trapped by predators. They tower above you, their horns look like they'd scrape the ceiling. Their lower bodies are strong, powerful legs, covered in black and brown fur. It's course to the touch, but it's thick and you can easily grasp handfuls without hurting them. However your eyes aren't focusing on any of that, no, what has drawn your full attention are the two cocks just above your head. Your hands gently stroke them as they harden. They're hot, thick, you can't quite wrap a hand around them. Slowly, they go from soft to hard under your dillegent care. They drip precum onto you, but you don't really mind. You know you'll need to clean up after this anyway. Tearing your hand away from one of them, you wrap it around the other. You squeeze with both and pull upward, a thick rope of precum drips out and onto your chest. You smile, and do the same thing to the other. The two men grunt in pleasure They're about the same size, two fists stacked covers most of the shaft, but another fist length is still exposed, and the flat head flares out just a little bit wider than the rest of it. You look up to the human faces gazing down at you. Stroking both of them again, you say, "If you're not taking turns, then the smaller one needs to use my mouth." You think it's reasonable, you can't possibly take both of them at the same time in the same hole. So the smaller of the two will have use your throat. Though, it doesn't mean much considering how big they are. They look at each other. Then one hand each grabs your head and pulls it between the two swinging members. Without thinking, you stop stroking and begin to massage their enormous balls. They're heavy and feel so full. Your tongue switches between the two of them, licking what little it can reach as they gently thrust against your head. It's hard to hear anything but the sound of skin rubbing against skin, and it's even harder to see their faces. But the two half-bovine men seem to be talking, perhaps discussing what you said. Their voices get louder, but no more understandable. Then suddenly, both hands release. You sit back on your knees and are about to speak, when the one on the right growls something at the other. He squares himself, tenses his muscles and before your eyes, his already huge cock swells. It bounces upward as blood is forced into it, the tip no longer lazily pointing outward, it stands up straighter now. You're shocked, you thought they were hard already. But that's when you notice that wasn't the only thing to change. His balls are bigger too, they hang lower and sway like water balloons. His arms and legs look more muscular as well, though that could just be a trick of the light.
The other one looks down at his friend's cock and scowls. He tenses up as well, muscle straining. And his cock swells, though it points lower now, the head dipping toward your face more. You can't tell how much bigger they are, but it's still pretty even. The second grower stops as suddenly as he began. Both cocks are throbbing still, and you reach up to them again, they're not that much bigger, or at least you think they aren't. Until your hand wraps around them. Your fingers don't even come close to touching and there's easily another half fist length on both.
But once again cutting off your words, they tense again. Simultaneously this time. You watch in shock and horror as your finger tips spread even further apart and the flat heads move further away from their bodies. You let go by instinct as they continue to swell before your eyes. You can see both men sweating. At first, it's just sweat beading on their foreheads, then it becomes a sheen coating their bodies. Their breath gets more and more ragged as they grow. Minutes pass and they're both nearly out of breath, panting and groaning. They're both unstable, they sway in front of you and it only makes the still increasing behemoth's bob and sway erratically. Precum drips from them in a constantly stream, splattering you and the floor as they try to keep balance. You tear your eyes away from their cocks and are stunned to see their balls hanging nearly to their knees. No, not hanging, so engorged that the skin is taut. You swear you can hear a gurgling, but that can't be. It must be their raspy breath and annoyed growls.
Finally, the one on the right falters. He has to brace himself against the wall. You think his growth is slowing, but it's so hard to tell. They're both gargantuan now. You dare not touch them, the giants before you are locked in a heated struggle and you fear disrupting it. But you feel like you must, they're already both far too large for you. Tentatively, you call out, only to have the words catch in your throat. A pitiful croak is all that escapes, and certainly does not reach their ears. You push one hand out to the nearest swaying thing before you. It's the one on the left. It's hanging lower than the other and is easiest to reach. You grab hold of it, tightly. The owner twitches and his gaze snaps down to you. You try to speak again, but all that slips out is "please". You meant to say, "please stop", but he just grins. He thinks he's won and you're begging him to fuck you. But the other one takes the lapse in concentration to spring ahead in the race. With one last loud growl, he clenches every muscle he can and wills himself to grow larger. It's not like the slow, constant growth that been occurring until now. It seems to shrink for a second, or perhaps he pulls his hips back, but when he thrusts them forward again with a guttural cry you see it jump in size. There is no doubt, he's won the contest. It's easily several inches longer and so much thicker than the one you're currently holding on to. He too, tries to summon the last of his strength, but can't compare.
And so, the contest over, both of them pick you up and carry you to the bed. You almost forgot what they were fighting over. Pushing you down on all fours, they take position behind and in front of you. The front works his cock under you and you watch as it disappears beneath you. It reaches down to your chest with ease. The one behind squeezes his member between your legs and you feel how far up it reaches. You're pretty sure you can feel it bumping into the other guy. They'll never fit, they're each so much bigger than anyone you've ever seen.
But they don't care. The man in front grabs your jaw with one hand and forces it open. He skillfully guides the flared head to your lips and attempts to push inside. You resist at first, but the feeling of his strong hands, and the smell of both of them, so close to you now, weakens your resolve. Slowly, he presses it deeper and deeper and soon you're watching as inches disappear into you. He moves with a steady pressure, and soon your eyes are rolling backward. You don't even know how much is left, and you're starting to not care. You can't help but want more. When you regain control of your eyes, it's at the same second that he presses you into the soft fur above his crotch. He grips your neck on each side and squeezes forcefully. It's just enough to slow your brain to a crawl, right before you feel movement at the back.
You can feel him drag it backwards, somehow managing to press it perfectly into your clit and send shivers up your spine as he moves. He draws the length of it against your clit and by the time the he reaches the end, your knees are shaking, ready to give. Then be begins to slide forward. Over and over again he forces it against your increasingly sensitive clit. By the 5th or 6th pass, your knees give out. He grabs your hips and with one final pull that has you squirming in his grasp, he positions the dripping head at your entrance. You can feel the warmth of it, the slickness from yourself and the precum. With his thumbs, he spreads your lips and at the same time, pressed the head into you. It doesn't fit, the head too swollen. But he keeps pushing and pushing. You can almost feel the head flexing against you, a soft tip forming. And then with a sudden thrust, the first few inches force their way in. It feels like your hips are being pushes part, he's so thick. But it feels so good, you can't believe it, but you want it all. You try to lean back, but the grip on your neck only tightens and pulls you forward. You moan as the flared heads drag against you from both ends. With a growl you feel more than hear, the one behind pushes deeper. He is not gentle, he pushes and shoves himself against you, each thrust moving him deeper inside. Just when you think you can't take any more, he stops. You catch your breath, or at least try to breathe around the thing in your throat. It's hard, and mixed with the slowed blood flow, your head is spinning. Your body shakes and you try desperately to get your knees and arms under you, but they don't respond. While you struggle to stand under your own strength, you can feel the one behind shifting. He doesn't push deeper, and he's not all the way in. You can't feel the fur on his legs or even the his body heat. And just as your mind begins to really wonder what he's doing, with one insanely powerful push, he rams the remaining length into you. You can feel his balls slap your thighs so hard it stings. It shocks you and you try to gasp, but at the same moment, the one in front starts thrusting. You can't catch your breath, only short gasps as if you're in stormy waters. It's barely enough, you aren't sure you can survive if this keeps up. Somehow though, you do. They don't slow or change their pace, and you get into the rhythm of it. As one pulls back, the other pushes forward. Over and over again they slam into you, their balls slapping and smacking into you painfully, their cocks pressing so deep inside you'd never believe it if wasn't happening.
Before long, your whole body goes limp, supported only by their iron grips and their cocks.
They seem to go for hours, though you have no way of knowing. You're nothing more than a toy for these two. Some holes to use as they see fit. It's only when they start thrusting at the same time do you start to come back to yourself. It feels like they're close. Their breathing is ragged, worse than it was during their insane contest. Their grunts and groans reverberate around the room, deafening you to everything else. Even your own thoughts are drowned out by the wet sounds of your holes being abused and the men's sounds of pleasure.
You thought they were close, but they keep going longer than anyone you've ever been with. When you finally feel their thrusting become erratic, you only dimly register it. What you do register vividly, is when they both slam into you at once and let out something like a bellow and a yell. Like a bull getting ready to charge mixed with a warrior's battlecry. And then you feel their cocks swell inside you, and a second later they unless a torrent. Their cocks slide back and forth mere inches as they climax. But with each passing second you can feel them forcing rope after rope into you. If the one in front wasn't already down your throat, it's a sure thing you'd never be able to swallow it all.
Even as their hips stop moving, you can still feel their cocks spasming and twitches inside you, the last of their seed pulsing down their cocks and into you. The one in front is the first to pull out. Even with how abused your throat is, you can't help but love the feeling of it sliding out. Impossibly, you almost cum just from that feeling alone. When the head finally pops out of your mouth, he briefly holds onto your shoulders for balance. His still mostly hard cock splatters a couple final ropes against your face. And then he drops you, your face sinking into the mattress, and a pool of spit and sweat that formed between his knees. With the sudden access to air and the blood allowed to flow normally, you can feel strength returning to your arms. You attempt to push yourself up, but something feels odd. Before you can understand what, the one behind you starts to pull out. With all support gone, you fall flat on the bed and the head yanks out of you. As your hips sink slowly to the bed, you can feel his seed pouring out of you, forming an enormous puddle on the bed.
You manage to turn your head in time to see him open the door, his cock still hard, but not standing nearly as tall as it did. You hear indistinct voices and the sound of the water running, glasses moving moved. You try to push yourself up again, but can't summon the strength. You lose consciousness, but it doesn't seem for very long. When you come to, the larger of the two, you can tell by his slightly reddish hair and curled horns, has flipped you onto your back and is handing you a glass of water. You gratefully accept, but quickly realize you can't gulp it down. You're still too full, you feel bloated and can hear your stomach sloshing like you just drank a liter of water. You sip it though, thankful for the break. He stands and walks to the other room, where you hear more voices and the chatter of the tv. Maybe 10 minutes pass before the same one enters and helps you to your feet. He guides you to the bathroom where he hands you a towel. You nod weakly to the tub, he scoops you up and sets you on the edge. You turn on the faucet and soon the room is filled with steam, and the tub with soothing hot water. Dipping yourself in, you can feel all the tension ease. You lie there for a long time, draining and refilling the tub with hot water two or three times before you decide to get out.
As the last of the water slips away, and you're drying off, the door opens suddenly. You instinctively try to cover yourself, but it doesn't really matter. It's him again, the really big one. He smirks at your shyness. You try to shuffle past him, but he fills the doorway. He steps forward and you immediately retreat. Closing the door, he yanks the towel out of your hands. You can't believe it, he's so brutish and pushy, but somewhere in the back of your mind, you know you're getting wet again. It's not until he strips off his pants that you start to feel the wetness build. It's soft, but the bulge in his underwear is incredible. He drops them and kicks the pile of clothes to the side. You step back again, but your legs are still weak. You stumble and fall backwards, and once again, he towers over you. His cock rests heavily on his still swollen balls. The head still leaks a little. You catch yourself licking your lips. And looking up again, you see that smirk again. He's in total control and knows it. He lunges forward and grabs your head, pressing it into him. Your body moves under his wordless command without you thinking. Immediately you begin to work on getting him hard again. One hand fondling his balls, though one is hardly enough for the task. The other begins to stroke the shaft, and soon you feel it growing under your touch. Your lips find any skin they can and you worship him. The scent of his body and the heat from the room overwhelm your reason. You release his shaft, letting it flop onto your face, as both hands work their way around his balls. The scent grows stronger and soon your head dips down too. Licking, kissing, sucking, your mind is bent entirely to the huge things hanging in front of you. You know their minotaurs, but even these could dwarf a bulls'. Both hands don't come close to cupping one of them, and despite trying your hardest, your mouth can only over so much area. Still, you try and try. As the scent grows stronger and stronger, your attentions become needy, then desperate, and finally with total abandon you begin to beg him. You're not sure what for, but you want him to do something, anything.
It's only when he suddenly pulls back do you realize that he's hard again, the tip swinging back and forth far above you. You reach up for it, like a sinner taking the sacrament. His shaft is hot in your hands, the heat instantly warms you, more than warms you. It burns, your body feels like it's ready to combust. Your fingers and toes feel like they're on fire, but the hottest part burns in your belly. An inferno rages there. Even what flows down your thighs is hot. It all burns with a glorious intensity that you can barely stand. But when the tip finally meets your lips, and that first taste meets your tongue, you know what it feels like to be baked ground blanketed with the first rain. The heat doesn't subside, but it's much more manageable.
Something more than a bodily need takes hold of you and soon you open wide and take as much of it as you can. He gladly helps you, gripping your head and pushing deeper and deeper. He quickly pushes past the point his friend hit, and the ecstasy of it empties your mind. Devoted to his pleasure your hands grip his fur, bracing against his thrusts, but it's not enough, you reach for the base of his shaft, sliding fingers underneath and behind the taut skin that supports his sack, you pull with all your might, urging him deeper and deeper until finally you watch with glee as the ruddy fur inches close enough that you can feel it.
You have no issues taking it this time, your body accepts it like a part of itself that's been missing. Tears spring to your eyes, as you think about it. You can feel every inch of it inside, pulsing and twitching with his excitement. And then he begins to move back and forth, hands firmly holding your head in place. Ecstasy floods your body as he slams into you, drawing the entire length out and pushing it back inside. His heavy balls slap against your chest with enough force to hurt, and each thrust pushes you back a little further toward the wall.
When your head finally meets the hard surface, he changes things around. He grips your head by the sides and pushes it against the wall until you can't move. Straddling your body, he fucks your throat with a speed and force only a beast like him could manage. Your brain barely registers this though, as it is too consumed with the pleasure of being used. Never before have you been this excited, this turned on. You feel the wetness sliding down your legs and puddling on the floor as he reaches his climax. With one last thrust he presses you into the wall with his whole weight, your face sinking into his soft belly as he tries to force every bit of it down your throat. And then the torrent begins. It throbs inside you as he cums, but he doesn't thrust. He grinds against you as stream after stream of seed pours down your throat. You gulp it hungrily, your muscles flexing and urging him to keep going. When he finally pulls back, you gaze in wonderment at the enormous, spit covered cock still excitedly pulsing before your eyes. He stumbles back, allowing you a moments rest. You're slow to recover, but when you manage to stand, you look into the mirror and see something that shocks you. Reaching down to your belly, you press against your taut skin, it balloons out and you can feel it slosh when you shift. It looks like you're a few months pregnant, and you stroke your belly, gazing at it with true amazement. You never thought it possible to be this full.
As you gaze at it, your hands continue to move across the stretched skin. You can't help but love the feel of it, the sight of it is still new and strange, but the feeling is wonderful. It's only when you hear his panting that you stop staring into the mirror. It's obviously had an effect on him as well. His cock is throbbing and the veins on it bulge as they swirling around it. Still breathing heavily, you watch as he braces against the wall in a recognizable stance. Your heart flutters between fear and excitement as he forces himself to grow again. Now that your view isn't obscured by swollen balls and dripping cocks, you can tell it's changes his whole body. His muscles tense and don't seem to relax at all, his body grows taller and taller, soon his horns are dangerously close to the ceiling, easily a couple feet taller than he was. His arms are bigger around than your thigh, and his cock. It's gargantuan. Before you can reach out for it though, he grabs your head with one hand. You can feel the tips of his fingers on the each side of your head, as he pulls you closer. His other hand grabs your waist and he lifts you, effortlessly. Turning you to face the mirror, he holds you to his chest. Holding you with one hand and his cock with the other, he presses it against you. The head is so close to your lips, your first thought is to reach out and try to take it into your mouth again. But he just laughs as you struggle against his grip.
Grasping you with both hands, he drags you along the length of it. The thickness is immense and forces your thighs apart. But you can't seem to care, as he moves you back and forth, pressing you down onto the shaft, making sure to spread your lips so he can play with you properly. Like a toy, he pushes and pulls you along his cock, watching as you squirm in his grip. The rough skin is soon coated in a thick layer of your own excitement, but still the stimulation sends you into a frenzy. Over and over again he forces orgasms from you simply by dragging you along his throbbing member. Soon, it's too much. You beg him to stop, to slow down, to let you catch a breath. Your pussy aches from clenching around nothing over and over. But he doesn't stop, and soon you lose yourself in the overstimulation. Your head lolls side to side as he moves you, until something changes. Your fogged brain isn't sure what, until you weakly lift your head and gaze into the mirror. His hips are bucking wildly as he thrusts against you, a thick stream of precum drips from the tip and the veins are bulging more and more as the minutes pass. You're afraid he'll cum soon. You don't want him to. It'd be such a waste to empty such magnificent balls without something to contain it.
You want him inside you so badly it hurts. An ache in the bottom of your heart and the pit of your stomach beg to be filled. And so, you beg. You plead with him to use you, to fill you up. Apparently even in his desperate state he hears you. Hunching down, he lifts you to the tip and starts pushing you down onto his cock. The familiar sensation of the head giving away doesn't come. He's too turned on, and so when he finally slides in, the whole head enters you at once. And he doesn't stop there, he thrusts upward into you as his hands pull you down. You watch in pure joy as he pushes deeper and deeper, his cock leaving a clear outfit as it slides in and out. Soon enough, you can feel him bottoming out, but not even half of it is inside. But you want it all, you need it all. So you pray, you beg the universe to hear you. You've needed nothing more in your life, more than a starving man needs food or a plant sunlight. And miraculously, he begins to inch deeper again. As you watch it, your hands slide down to your clit. It's throbbing and sore, it's probably bright red, but you don't care. You madly grind your fingers against it, and soon you're climaxing again. Your whole body clenches around the thing inside you. You can feel it get harder for him to push deeper, and it seems to excite him. His thrusting becomes more powerful, fighting the orgasm rocking your body. And so you keep rubbing, desperate to feel him fill every inch of you he can. As he pulls you nearer the base, your fingers move in a blur. As the last ounce of strength leaves you, he finally pulls you to the base of his cock. You climax one final time as he stops moving. The force of it is incredible, and you can see on his face how much he loves the feeling of you tightening around him. The outline of his cock is so clear you can see when it throbs, and you're sure he's about to empty himself inside you.
When one of his hands forces yours aside, and he takes control once again. He runs his fingers over your already abuse clit, and forces more orgasms from you, all the while still thrusting upward, battering your cervix again and again. You barely remain conscious as he fucks you, the feeling of his cock in your too sensitive pussy the only thing keeping you awake. Your arms and legs hang limp as he has his way with you. You can't be sure how long he goes on for, all you can be sure of is that he is in control, and you are just his toy. When his grunting turns more savage and deeper, and his thrusts shorter and more erratic, relief washes over you, knowing he'll be done soon. That his massive swaying balls will finally empty their precious contents inside you, completing your duty as his toy. However, it doesn't happen as you imagined. When his climax finally arrives, he grabs you with both hands, pulling down on your legs, and forcing the last couple of inches inside, just as his balls begin to contract upward. You can feel, and see, as his cock swells, the thick seed you've been so desperate to have flows into you in powerful pulsations. One, two, three, and then you see your belly begin to swell, obscuring the outline of his cock. Four, five, six. It's almost completely gone now. Seven, eight, nine. Your belly is swollen like a heavy pregnancy. Ten, eleven, twelve. The pressure is too great, it starts to leak out. Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen. You're still swelling, but the size blocks your view from above and in the mirror. Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen. You watch in mixed horror and glee as it grows outward with each passing second. Nineteen, twenty, twenty one. It's slowing, you can tell, but there's still so much more left. It's now squirting out around the base, down your intertwined legs. That's when he collapses backwards, his back sliding down the wall. You fall backward onto his chest and he weakly thrusts his hips, balls still pulsing. You want him to keep going, but you're too weak. Then, a thought comes to mind. You reach both hands to your enormous belly and slowly stroke it. It's hard to move your arms, but you want him to see. It takes a long time for him to notice, but he does.
Staggering to his feet, he grips you around the chest with both hands. He's side on to the mirror now and you gaze at your distended belly. Your arms still move across the tight skin, but not to encourage him. You stroke your own belly in abject joy. The feeling of being so impossibly full is intoxicating. Your womb is filled so completely with his seed, but you still want more. You need more. And he gladly gives it to you. He growls again, and you feel him start to grow inside you. Soon enough, you can see the head push above the roundness of your belly, it sticks out so clearly. You smile as you watch it disappears and pops back up as his thrusts pick up speed. It transfixes your gaze, and your hands naturally move toward it. They can't possibly wrap around the entire thing, but you squeeze tight around where it protrudes. You can tell it excited him, his thrusts grow even more powerful. Your gaze pulls away from the head popping up and down and you watch in the mirror as his thrusts send ripples through you and force more and more of his seed to spill out the bottom. You're sad to see it wasted like that, but you know he can give you more. And soon. His hips are pumping furiously as you feel him swell once again, and let out another torrent of cum. It continues to flow down your legs, but more fills you than escapes. And again, you're delighted as your belly grows bigger and bigger. He hunches over you, his hips swinging madly as you grow heavier and heavier in his arms. It's not until you feel a cold touch on your belly that you realize just how much he's pumped inside. The wet stickiness of the floor presses more and more against your skin as he continues to climax.
As it finally dies down, several minutes later, you feel him collapse backwards, his hands drag you back with him. The weight of your belly is intense, but most of it feels to be supported by his legs as he leans against the tub. It seems like the leakage has stopped, but you aren't sure if he's actually done coming or not. You can still feel his cock twitching inside you, and you're fairly sure your belly is still swelling, if only a bit. It's huge now, inhumanly so. Perhaps some of his magic has affected you. If that's the case, you want to push the limits of it.
As if he can read your mind, you feel him shifting again. Moving until his back against the messy floor, he sits you upright, your legs pined between his. And then he begins to grow again. You watch over your belly as his legs thicken and grow longer, pushing his feet toward the door, where they eventually press against the doorframe and push his body backward. Turning your head back, you see his shoulder reach the tub, his head supported uncomfortably by the rim, as if someone is about to wash his hair. His torso is easily twice the size it was in the bedroom, and he probably stands about 10 or 11ft now. But the thing you're most excited to see, is the already enormous bulge his cock makes inside you grow yet again.
Leaning back, you let the last few inches settle inside, but soon you feel another growth spurt, however not the one you expected. Once again, his breathing is heavy and loud in your ears, and his already gargantuan body heats up beneath you. Feet braced agains the doorframe, you watch as his legs lengthen, his legs bend as the confined space struggles to contain him. Soon, his knees are nearly eye level, and his hips and torso have grown so much that you can't even straddle him anymore. You lean forward, slowly but surely bending forward, even has your swollen belly protests at being constricted. Cum begins to once again pour out of you as the pressure of your movements forces it out.
Straining to look back, his shoulders are well above the rim of the tub now, head held high, and horns nearly scrapping the walls, he smiles at you with what can only be described as sinister. And thats when you feel his cock twitching, then pulsing, and finally you can feel each vein throb as more and more blood flows in. The wide, flat head pushes deeper and deeper until you watch it begins to bulge upward from your belly, nearly easily large enough to fit between your tits, if the angle was right. You think it'll stop soon, but it doesn't and soon you feel your legs uncurling as the incredibly ridged thing begins raising you upward. You struggle and fight against it, trying to shove more of it in, but it's no use, it's simply too large to fit everything inside. And before you know it the monstrous thing ceases its upward growth, and begins its outward expansion. Thicker and thicker until it nearly blocks your view of his legs. Excitement floods through you as you reach forward and wrap your arms around it. The heat is nearly enough to force you to let go, but you're far too absorbed to really care, and soon begin to bounce up and down as best you can, using your entire body to pleasure his behemoth.
It's not long before he reaches out and lofts you with remarkable ease, his hands would wrap completely around your body, if not for the sloshing, distended belly and the girth of his cock. Hugging it even tighter, he lifts you up and, using you like a toy, fucks upward his hips and arms working in unison to slam into with unbelievable force. It's almost enough to shake your grip, but you lock fingers around your arms and hold tight as he continues. You swear it slides a little deeper with everything thrust but if's so hard to tell with all the stimulation. So much, in fact, that you start to black out. Your arms go limp, as soon the rest of your body does too, head lolling side to side with each thrust.
When you finally come back around, you aren't sure how long you've been out, but you are sure what brought you back is the feeling of his muscular abs and thighs pressing against you, off and on as his immeasurable stamina allows him to use pound into for god knows how long. Shocked to sudden awareness of what that means though, you attempt to look around, but can't see anything as it seems the lights have gone out, or that you've been out so long the sun has set. Either way, you can feel as his bucking hips and rough hands abuse your aching body. Where his hands grip you hurts the most, and you're sure there's bruising. Reach hands out blindly, you tough the bulge extending upward from your belly and while you can feel it moving, the tip is so far inside that not even his long arms would be able to pull you off it it right now. Sliding down the jerking thing, you can feel the veins and contours, until your hands once again find your belly. Still swollen, you tace the edges and find that it's much larger than it was before, he must have cum two or three times while you were blacked out.
A sudden pain stabs your eyes as the door swings open, and the other minotaur walks in to the room, still naked and growling something about taking hours, but he stops dead in his tracks when he sees you. Your eyes plead with him to help you, but as you're about to beg him to help, he lunges forward and grips your head as it bops up and down, he forces a finger into your mouth, and then a second as his other hand reaches down and grabs his soft, but still enormous cock. Forcing your jaw open wide, he shoves the head inside and starts stroking the shaft. Soon, he's hard enough to push it further down your throat, silencing any complaints or pleas. Still not fully erect, you feel it sliding deeper and deeper as he gets more turned on. And just when you think it's stopping, his chest begins to heave, and you know whats going to happen next.
He rapidly grows taller and taller, his horns actually gouge holes into the ceiling, but he doesn't stop, he simply leans forward to tower over you. And soon, just like his body, his cock swells to match his size. By the time it's done, you can't even move your head side to side. But still, the one on the floor continues to pump you up and down, but now you're stuck, like a train car stuck between engines. Your hands weakly lift up, you want to push him away, but before they can even reach up to his thighs, they come into contact with his balls, engorged and clearly needing release. You try to work your hands up to his waist, but it's no use, you're body is too weak to move at this point and you have little choice but to let them use your as they see fit until finally satisfied.
They both climax multiple times before finally releasing you. Your belly is beyond swollen, so large and heavy, you can't even stand. You pray that they've had enough and won't take advantage of your immobility, but chances aren't good. Though, as the one laying on the floor shrinks, a merciful amount of seed pours out of you, not enough to help much, but hopefully before they come back for more, you'll be able to stand and at least hobble to somewhere more comfortable before another inevitable round of inflation begins.
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