He lay down on the floor and angled his monstrous cock so that its head hung throbbing, high above his face. But he still couldn't engulf the head of his dick, even with his long minotaur arms and hands, because it was so far out from his body. He wondered if he pulled his penis against his chest, maybe then he could reach his cockhead.. With one arm he pulled the huge shaft up against his muzzle, and the pungent cheesy odour of his penis, much stronger than that of a man's, riffled through his astonished nostrils. With his other hand he reached up, but he could only just graze the flange of the head with the tips of his fingers. As he tickled the edge of his dick helmet, a delicious feeling arose all over his body, tantalized him enormously, but he realized he had to find a more direct way of stimulating his organ.
Jim looked around. The room seemed to have changed while he had been concentrating on his cock. Along one wall, to the right, he saw a continuous mirror, and he was startled to see himself, a great muscular furry beast with a magnificent bull's head and that gargantuan cock and balls. Jim almost squirted right then, just looking at the sight of this paragon of maleness, startled to realize that it was himself. Along the adjacent wall was a pile of pillows, of various sizes and shapes. The other two walls seemed featureless.
Jim stood up, and started to walk towards the mirror, his cock wagging slowly side to side. He had to walk leaning backward, to counteract the weight of his genitals in front, and with his legs spread apart, to accommodate his massive balls. He almost slipped on the floor, and noticed that it was extremely slippery, and very soft. It seemed to have cushioning built in. The walls looked as though they were made of the same material. A thought struck him.
Jim went over to the wall with the cushions, moved some cushions aside, and felt the wall. It was the same stuff, incredibly slippery and soft. Jim pushed his erect penis vertically against the wall. Then he bent his legs slightly and began to thrust upwards with his hips, rubbing his massive member up and down the wall. Whoh! That felt fantastic! He looked at the mirror to his right and marvelled at the size and musculature of his legs and his bum as they flexed and relaxed, sliding his cock up and down the wall. He couldn't help noticing his massive shoulders and arms too.
But the wall was, if anything, too slippery. Jim needed a bit more resistance. He tried pressing the upper end of his cock against the wall with his hands held over his head, and that helped, but he couldn't get enough purchase with his legs; they started to slide backwards when he pushed hard. He was on the edge of orgasm, but he couldn't quite get there. This was a feeling that Jim normally loved to maintain as long as possible, but he could feel his balls getting still larger. He had to shoot somehow, and soon. What could he do? He had to get more weight on that dick….
Suddenly Jim knew what to do. He grabbed some rectangular cushions, and moved away from the wall. He lay them down on the floor in two parallel lines, so that when he lay down on them, his cock lay between the cushions on the floor, and the cushions partly supported the weight of his body. (The rest of his weight he needed to press down on his dick.) Where his legs were, Jim placed the cushions so that he could spread his legs well apart, to make room for his balls. Then he lay down on the cushions, extending his arms above his head to press down on his massive penis, and began to thrust with his legs and bum. By now Jim was overcome with pent-up sexual urge, his balls were bursting with semen, and his pelvic thrusting became frantic. Jim turned his head towards the mirror, on his right. He watched himself, a sex-crazed minotaur rubbing his engorged cock on the floor, desperate for relief, and the image seemed too sensual, too powerful, and too beautiful to believe. But it was true. He was that minotaur. Soon he felt unbelievable power mounting up inside him and up into his colossal cock. Pre-cum began to ooze out in pints, lubricating the floor and adding to his excitement. He could smell the cheesy odour again, and it fired his senses. He was approaching that stage he called pan-dick, that feeling when you can think of nothing but your dick, when your dick is everything in the universe, when you feel as though you have actually become your dick….
Orgasm hit Jim with explosive force. His cock throbbed and jerked massively as it shot quartloads of semen ten feet across the room, splatting against the wall. With each spasm his whole body shook, his muscles thrusting his hips forward to keep his penis moving back and forth. His balls knocked against his crotch with each spasm. Jim experienced almost unbearable pleasure as each wave of his orgasm welled up and burst like fireworks inside his mind. It kept going on and on. The floor in front of his dickhead was now covered in white cum, and still huge glops of spunk jetted out.
Then Jim remembered. His body was juddering and jerking with each orgasmic spasm, but Jim managed to get on his haunches, and noticed with relief that his balls were much smaller; they were now up to his knees. But he could barely think, as his cock continued to shoot huge streaming ribbons of cum across the room. He then managed to flop on his back, took his penis in his two hands, and angled it until the great globs of white-hot jism shot up and, in a graceful parabolic trajectory, headed down and landed in his open muzzle. It tasted great - salty, but almost sweet. For Jim, this was the greatest erotic trip ever, his cock and balls redoubled their efforts, and huge quantities of cum splashed down all over his broad chest and shoulders, and onto his head and horns. He licked up as much as he could with his huge tongue.
Finally Jim's orgasm began to subside. He looked down at his balls, and was relieved to see that they were almost back to normal, about half way down his thighs. Mission accomplished. His cock stopped throbbing, it dripped its last giant drop of cum, and actually began to shrink. Jim had never felt so satisfied, so relaxed, so contented. He decided he rather liked being a minotaur. His cock returned to its previous size. Jim lay it down on his chest; it was so long, even totally flaccid, that had to drape it over one of his shoulders, beside his head. He felt sleepy.
After dozing a bit, he looked over at the mirror again, and saw his image. Once more, he found it powerfully erotic. He felt so proud, strong, beautiful, and sexy. That big cock. He'd always wanted to suck his cock back when he'd been a man, but it hadn't been long enough. But now… He took his limp, flexible dick and slid it into his mouth, and started to swirl his bull-tongue around its head. Mmm, that felt good, really good. He started to get an erection. Here we go again, he thought, as his cock grew. He had to let it out of his mouth as it continued to grow and stiffen. Then suddenly he heard a noise behind him. He turned, and saw that one of the walls that had previously been without any features, now had a door in it. And the door was opening. Steam or smoke billowed in. Out of the darkness behind, a figure appeared, then a second. Jim suddenly realized that:
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