Henry was practical as fun turning his son into a pig could be, he desperately needed hands for the farms.
Not prissy hands of a spoiled brat that is.
So he decided to go for a hybrid, but as loveable and plump, a Pig Boy could be, he needed something less gluttonous.
So it had reviewed the other options...Horse? He didn't need one. Donkey? He didn't need to make Adam more stubborn.... Bull?
Minotaur had quite the reputation for being protective, hardworking, not afraid to get dirty...and often were Daddy's Boy from what he had heard. Everything Adam wasn’t in fact.
Sure, they could be productive in the lower regions, kinda protective and overly shy with strangers but the pros outweigh the cons in his opinions.
That night, Henry switched Adam's soap for a special soap he acquired in town at quite the expansive price, but it would be still better than having to support the kid for another month.
The next morning, Adam had woken up, Complaining of having not freshly pressed clothes or not having salmon or caviar on his eggs and bacons as usual. By the time the spoiled brat entered his shower, Henry had a headache and cursing his young self for having a fling with Adam's mom.
"Dad, the water is cold again, Do something!" Adam bellowed from the shower despite the water being lukewarm and agreeable. The spoiled teen started to scrub and clean with the new soap his dad insisted he use now....
"God, This soap is reeking of milk and Lavender?! I hate Lavender! That's the worst peasant aroma ever! God i would kill for soap made of "muguet" fragrance!"
Henry rolled his eyes at the comment, scoffing at how Adam used the French name of the Lily of the valley to sound classy while he is pretty sure that he had just massacred the pronunciation.
"For fuck's sake, slather this on your balls and become a real son of mine..." Henry muttered to himself.
Back in the shower, As Adam scrubbed and soaped himself he felt oddly good... Maybe the commoner's soap wasn't too bad after all. In fact, it feels pretty good everywhere he put it.
He started soaped a second time, and a third time his entire. Unaware of his slightly bulging muscles every time he slathered the soap on his arms and legs....
"Feel surprisingly Gooooood..." The voice of Adam trailed into a mix of a moan and moo. While Henry smirking in the living room hearing the sound of it.
By the fourth slathering, the water of the shower had turned cold, but Adam was too focusing soaping his now sensitive balls to care about it or how his nuts where slowly swelling to the size of eggs. The house was now full of unashamed sounds of mooing and moans of a future Minotaur...
At some point, Adam dropped the soap and just started massaging the balls. "Gooooooood....I feel so prooooooud!" The sensation was incredible to the young teen, unaware that having the libido of a bull was quite demanding and made you completely slave to your male needs. They felt so heavy, so full and manly. And Adam felt proud of them...something he would never thought in his normal, spoiled rotten state.
Henry raised an eye at the weird ...southern accent appearing in his son's moans. "Guess that thematically appropriated?"
Before an even greater moo broke his thoughts and echoed throught the house. Seems someone had quite the release upstairs, he thought as he smirked.
The house now silent. Henry started cleaning the table as he just finished his. Until he heard his son arriving from upstairs with heavy steps.
A very different Adam stood in the doorframe of the kitchen only wearing a towel.... He already got a little more hairy, and two not subtle bumps had appeared on his head. Henry also noticed that Adam had now...quite the larger equipment down there that pressed against the towel.
"Huh Pa? I gotta 'pologize" Adam asked in a sheepish and southern voice. Henry could not remember even hearing Adam apologizing....for anything really. "Got kinda carried away....and made quite the mess...Really Sorry Pa. I'm gonna clean it, Pa."
Henry felt hit in the heartstring...Did...Did he just had affection for this kid? "It's okay, Son. Puberty was a bitch to me too. As long as you clean."
Adam relaxed and smiled at his Pa... "Thanks Pa....Love you." Henry could get used to this version of Adam.
But unfortunately, Adam suddenly shook his head...and gone was the apologetic and earnest smile of a shy country boy.
But the spoiled and entitled glare and snarl of a silver spoon was back in their place "Old man! I demand a better soap than Lavender! I can get out like this! I scent like a freaking hippie!" Adam stormed out of the room; Henry had the feeling this version of his son wasn't gonna clean anything in the bathroom.
Henry rolled his eyes, At least he met the future version of his son and it seemed that the brat didn't notice what happened to him or what he had just said to his father.
Henry thought of the magic soap in the shower...Well no matter he was a patient man and he will just have to wait to have a son he truly deserved. It's only a matter of times...and showers.
"I can't wait to offer this Minotaur a farmer hat." Henry smirked.