The Labyrinth Ch. 01

Although shaky, Theseus felt solid on the ground. His center of balance had shifted and, unnoticed to him, his larger, wider body made his stance stronger. Although his body was sore all over, his feet were particular painful. The slight change to his feet caused his bones to scrape against each other and, as he continued to walk, each step shot pain up his legs.

Before long, the Labyrinth loomed before them. The walls stood easily twelve feet high and were entirely solid. No cracks or holes or any seams showed through the brilliant architecture. There was no door to block the entrance as nobody except Daedalus had ever walked out of the maze. There was no need to guard the entrance.

Fear sank like a knife into Theseus' heart. Never had he felt it so clear and strong. Never had he trembled at the touch of it. But, now, seeing the entrance, he wavered. For the first time in his life, he wanted to run. The only thing keeping him in place were the soldiers. Just yesterday, he would've been sure that he could've easily handled both men but, now, he knew he couldn't. His confidence was gone. Stolen from him with each step from his morning's journey.

"Please," he whispered, eyes locked onto the entrance. "Please don't."

The soldiers laughed, heads thrown back and bellies shaking.

"Please? Please?!" the rear soldier roared. "I've seen boys half your age and half your size walk bravely into the Labyrinth and you say please?"

"I- I'll do anything," Theseus begged. "Please. Please don't. I- I'll pleasure you. I will. If you let me go, I'll pleasure you both as a woman would. Just please let me go." A small part of him grew excited at the thought of the man naked in front of him.

The youth didn't see soldier's fist but the world spun around him as he slumped to the ground with a thud. He stared senselessly at the blue sky above him. Clouds raced across the sky as a brisk, hard whipped along his body. He shivered and his nipples tightened on his tiny breasts at the wind's caress. He felt the sensation as a deep, pleasurable tickle between his legs. As he lay there, his ears grew longer. Thin, smooth skin making the tips of his ears flop slightly. Soft white fur sprouted from the skin above his cock. He twisted, murmuring in his daze.

The skin along his lower stomach softened and bulged. Theseus moaned. The pulsing ache in his groin began again, even lower now and, as he had with his nipples, he felt it between his legs. A dull, throbbing ache.

An empty ache.

Theseus groaned and shifted, sitting up. His nipples made small tents against his clothing. His tiny breasts swelled, flattening against the already tight clothes.

I have to, he told himself. A small shred of his confidence surged. I have to go. I have to stop this. He closed his eyes and breathed. Theseus' nose widened above his thick lips. He licked at it with an elongating tongue as he began to control his breathing.

Scents flooded him. The sharp bite of the nearby olive trees, the tang of the sea and the sweaty flesh of the soldiers. The youth licked his lips and nose again. The slowly growing ache between his legs pulsed and he groaned. He could smell the soldier's musky scent. He moaned quietly, low and husky and feminine.

No. Stand up. Stand up, he told himself. Slowly, he did. His back clicked and popped until he stood straight. The side of his chiton strained as the fat and muscles grew in his waist and back. Finally, it gave under the pressure with a quiet tearing sound. The skin beneath the rip was sweaty. Seven single strands of soft brown fur sprouted from the skin while he straightened.

He hadn't realized before but he stood taller than both soldiers and, yet, they loomed over him. He ducked his head while rubbing his lower back.

"Go forward and be brave," the soldier told him. "Or die at our swords like a coward."

Theseus stared at the man. Again, he scented the air. A bubble of drool appeared at the corner of his lips. The ache between his legs flared again at the smell of the man's cock. His earlier thoughts began to return. The thought of his soft hands around the man's thickness. Blood rushed to his own manhood and it stirred.

Before he found himself begging on his knees again, Theseus turned and stepped through the threshold of the Labyrinth. Faint sounds echoed around the walls and passages curved off to his left and right and before him.