Not now - There are more important things to do

You yank aside Corin's loincloth with a ferocity that surprises you. "It's all mine!" you say in a daze, grabbing Corin's hefty cock and stroking your fingers along its length. Your fingers reach back further and find his balls - they're huge too. Of course you should have expected that with the huge load he pumped into you earlier.

Corin undoes the loincloth and you get down on your knees, eager to take him into another of your holes, ready to please your man no matter what. Some part of you recoils at the thought of sucking another man's cock, but your newly-female mind buries that thought deep and your newly-female lips wrap themselves around his girth.

Now it's Corin who moans. He places one meaty hand atop your head, not attempting to **** you, just stroking your hair. "Thank you pretty friend. It is big, don't want to hurt."

You look up and smile at him before taking most of his cock into your mouth. You feel a burning desire to show him you can take it all, that you're woman enough to be his girl. He stops talking once you use your fingers to play with his heavy balls, just standing like a statue and enjoying your touch.

It takes you a few tries to take him deeper. You gag and **** then pull back, only that much more committed to your efforts. You feel your jaw click and your tonsils shift aside to make room for what the minotaur is packing and finally you rub your nose against his groin. You've done it! After you pull back and take a few deep breaths you know you can do this again and again. You can take his fifteen inches down your gullet - mom would be so proud!

As you move to take him again Corin pulls your head back and says, "I am near!" He lifts you up like a doll in his huge hands and lowers your needy vagina onto his saliva coated fuckstick. The whole thing disappears into your cunt and you go limp in Corin's arms. This is what was meant to be. You were going to suck him off, but there will be plenty of time for that later, once your belly gets too big for you to ride him safely. You feel his cum splashing against your innards again and lock your lips to his, hoping a new life is taking root in your womb.

It becomes your daily routine. You wake up, not knowing if it's morning or evening, usually to the smell of Corin cooking up a rat, a lizard or some other creature caught in the maze. You eat, you drink, you fuck. Sometimes you manage to stay awake long enough to ask Corin some questions and help him fetch supplies, but mostly you're content to just fall asleep in his arms.

One day a couple of weeks after first coming here you wake to find yourself alone. Corin must still be out hunting. Thirsty, you reach for the large bowl of sweet water next to the bed and in your hazy state you accidentally knock it over. You're too tired to trek all the way to the fountain, so you reach for your old pack. You haven't bothered with any of your adventuring gear - or with clothes - since meeting Corin, but you did have a pair of waterskins. You pull one out and while the water tastes a little stale it soothes your throat. You drink again and again - it feels like the water is filling you, washing away something else.

You lie there and you feel as if your mind is yours once again. Like an old rusty cart it moves along tracks you haven't used recently, groaning and complaining but moving all the same. Ugh! You rub your temples and realize how... dumb you've been. He didn't get better at conversation like you thought - you got worse. It's that damn water, it has to be!

Yes, you were an adventurer, you were going to find treasure - buy land, marry a rich merchant's daughter or even marry into a minor noble family! You absentmindedly cup your breasts and think, 'that last part might have to change if I can't reverse this.' But there's no way you can do that and stay here with Corin. It's probably not even his fault. He probably grew up drinking that stuff - for him that's the only water there is.

Of course your sore pussy attests to the fact that you're probably already carrying his child. There aren't many nobles or merchants who'd want to marry a girl who's fucked and borne minotaurs. Will your pussy ever tighten enough for a cock smaller than Corin's to feel good?

You take another sip of water and ask yourself, 'Should I stay or should I go?'