The Minotaur still continued to overreach you, but no longer as much.
“Look at you,” he purred, “Truely, you are meant for my gift.”
He embraced you, laughing his deep, mighty laugh. His smell was thick with fresh sweat, body oder and cum. There continued to be a slight sickness deep in you that still wanted to dispose this horrific, putrid smell. However, an overwhelming portion of you knew that it smelt like home, love and everything you needed.
“Please, let me have my clothes back. I can’t stand to look at myself like this...” You glancing for a moment at your ever changing body, and the sturdy horns growing from your head.
He then turned, and his inhuman eyes met yours.
“Your still to human. That is disgusting. I must accelerate the changes myself. If I leave it to the spells natural course, you will never be as strong as me!” He gestured to his mighty form. Long, toned and clearly powerful, “We must both be equal, and not greater than each other, if we are to lead our people into the future!”
“Our people?” you blush at a sudden voice slip. “My voice...?”
“It will keep doing that, until you have a mighty voice like mine,” he explained, laughing again. “I look forward to the day, the two of us a mighty minotaur, laughing to this sorry state you’re in.”
Slowly, he approached you.
“Now! to accelerate your change into the most mighty Minotaur I can muster!”
“No! But wait!” You shouted, with various voice cracks and slips braking every word.