Jim slowly awoke in his bedroom. He kept his eyes tightly closed, in hope that the encounter with the Demoness was a dream, but he knew his body was different. Steeling himself for the worst, he threw off his sheets and opened his eyes. There were those huge firm globes on his chest. His hands parted the firm flesh, creating shivers of excitement from the touch. And below was a mass of writhing cocks.
Suddenly a name from Greek mythology popped into Jim's consciousness: Medusa. The writhing cocks looked like images of Medusa's head of snakes. Jim moved his hands down. No, they were normal flesh, although abnormally sensitive. He had milked three of them before he regained his senses.
What to do? Jim pondered. But before he could come up with an answer
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