Something a bit strange and silly for Halloween. I do little sketches like this for Patrons a few times a month, based on their requests! If you aren’t supporting me over there, and have some ideas for stories, that’s the best way to get me to write them. This month, we also had a rather eccentric veterinarian performing heart surgery, and a fellow trying out a new fantasy game on a VR system that gets a bit too real for him.
“Please, there’s no way it can actually work like that,” Derek said, as he and his friends from the wrestling team all waited in line for the haunted house.
“I’m fucking serious dude,” Jay said, “Marc went last week, told them he was scared of bats, and the whole fucking place was fucking full of them!”
“Well no shit, that’s fucking easy!” Derek said, “They probably already have a bunch of shit in there. People are always gonna say obvious fucking shit like that.”
It was a new kind of haunted house, or at least, that’s what they were advertising it as. Completely personalized–whatever you were scared of, the place would be full of it–and a lot of people were saying it was true. But Derek thought it was bullshit, obviously. There was just no way it could possibly be true, that they had a scenario for everyone’s weird ass fears. So he decided, right then and there, that he would do something to show them. “Tell you guys what, I’m gonna tell them I’m afraid of something so stupid, they’ll never be able to come up with something for it.”
“Oh yeah? What?”
Derek thought for a second, “How about milk, man? Who the fuck could be afraid of milk?”
The other guys on the team all laughed, but they all agreed it sounded like a funny idea, and it wasn’t like Derek was going to take it seriously anyway. They got to the front of the line a little while later, and the attendant let them in one person at a time. Derek was sent into the complex, and found himself in a little black room, where a guy in a rather realistic werewolf makeup was waiting for him. “Tell me your fear, so you may pass through our gauntlet of terror,” he said in some spooky voice that just made Derek want to giggle, but he tried to control himself.
“I’m afraid…I’m afraid of milk,” he said, but couldn’t control himself, and just started laughing in the guy’s face, but the man didn’t react. He hit some button of some lever or something, a trap door opened under Derek, and he slid down a slide for a while and landed at the bottom on a dingy mattress in the dark.
“What the fuck, where the fuck am I?” he said, and looked around. The floor and the walls were all stone–real stone, not some fake shit, and it was all lined with torches. He started down the passageway, amazed at how real it was, but there sure wasn’t any milk anywhere–this didn’t make much sense at all to him, really. He went down the passage, and came to a fork in the path, and then another one beyond the first–it was a maze, or a labyrinth of some sort, wasn’t it? He hadn’t bothered to trace his way at all, and so all he could do was wander blindly through the halls, though occasionally he would hear noises. The scrape of something hard against the stone, and then a scent on the air, a bit rank, like…like spoiled or sour milk. It was freaking him out a bit, and he walked faster, until he came to a large chamber–the center of the maze, and there, he found himself staring at the minotaur.
He was massive, at least eight feet tall, and heavily muscled. But what Derek found himself staring at was the minotaur’s cock–a massive, two foot long bull’s cock, leaking thick white cum onto the stone floor, and the minotaur’s overdeveloped pecs were leaking the same thing, while the beast leered at him. “Come on then, get your milk boy,” he growled, and charged at him.
It was a haunted house, right? He couldn’t actually touch him. But the beast barrelled into him, and started tearing off his clothes as he laughed, and then forced Derek’s mouth against one nipple, holding him there, forcing him to drink down the rank, sour milk coming from his teats. It was disgusting, but he couldn’t stop himself from swallowing, and as he did, his body began to change, growing fatter and pudgier by the moment, until the minotaur dropped the once husky wrestler to the floor, who was now over 300 pounds, with a gut full of milk.
“That’s looking better already–but this bull needs a real cowboy to play with,” he said, rolled Derek over, and started working his cock into his hole, lubed up with just his milk, pumping him full from the other end, and Derek kept changing. He grew fatter and fatter still, passing 400, and then 500 pounds. HIs cock and balls began to engorge, until they looked like one massive teat, and began to leak milk of his own all over the stone floor, making a puddle underneath him, his fat tits doing the same, as black and white fur covered his body from head to toe, little horns poking out from his temple, as he mooed and lowed in pain from the minotaur’s cock fucking him. At last, the beast came, and the milk pumped his so full that he gagged, and it spewed out of his mouth, all over the ground in front of him.
“Don’t worry cowboy, we have all night in here before I have to let you go, and we’re just getting started,” the minotaur said, and worked his cock in again.
“Where the hell is he? He went in second.”
“Don’t fucking know–do you think he really said milk like an idiot?”
“Of course he did.”
“Is that him? There he is!”
Derek was stumbling out of the exit of the haunted house, back to his normal body, but he could barely speak to any of his friends, as they ushered him away from the house, asking him what had happened to him. He couldn’t bear repeating it to any of them–it had been too nightmarish, but when Derek flipped out after seeing the milk boxes at school the next day, none of them knew what to make of it.
Every night, he dreamed of the minotaur, and every time, he had to run, and run, and run through the labyrinth and escape him. He knew if the minotaur caught him…he wouldn’t wake up. He’d be stuck there, as the monster’s perverted little cowboy for the rest of his life, and he would wake up screaming, hard as a rock and soaked in precum, unable to talk about what was happening to him to anyone, not even his friends in the dorm, or his parents. On the morning after Halloween, his roommate woke up to find that Derek wasn’t in his bed–and no one on campus had seen him either. They searched for him, but there were no clues at all–it was like he had just vanished from his bed.
The minotaur had caught him, and now Derek was in the maze forever, massively obese and soaked in milky cum, all because he thought milk couldn’t be scary at all.
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