Henry almost sneered at Bratty Adam return. But thankfully, the older farmer managed to calm himself.
“I don’t want you to catch sunburn. Kid.” Henry manages to say politely.
Adam just sneered.
“Well old man, you will learn than a tan is always-“ Adam was silenced when Henry took advantage and smeared sun cream on his face. The callous farmer hand ran on the spoiled teen face.
“Get out your Damn …Lavender…Cream out of… your dirty….Pa…the sun cream…is feelin’ …weird.” Oh hi prodigal minotaur son.
“Don’t worry kiddo, the sun cream is acting. And it’s just your old dad being a bit overbearing.”
“Pa…I’m not a ki…ki…calf anymore…oh…hmmm” Adam protest die as Herny applies the cream on the face of his son. The young man instinctively pushes his head against his father hand. A more bovine instinct than human, for sure.
As Henry can help but notice the slight growing pelt on his son face. He pass the cream on his broadening nose turning in a muzzle, and behind his son’s ear who start to elongate and flickers as if new muscles were there.
“…Pa…that…Thanks…Pa…” Adam manages to say as he push his head against his father head. The future Minotaur let an adorable if deep moo.
Henry chuckled… as he focused his attention on the two nubs on Adam head. He wanted his boy to have the biggest horns around. Rubbing them gently as they finally pierced the skin.
As the horns stretched out of the teen skull, The muscles of Adam bulged against the teen’s ruined clothes; Henry was pretty sure that his son will soon be able to wrangle with a Longhorn if needed!
“You grew up to be such a lad. Kiddo.” Henry then started covering Adam torso with sun cream, seeing the pecs bulging like balloons as soft brown fuzz covered them. Even his son nipple turned a bit pinker like udder. "I can't wait to see how much more you will become, Adam." Henry said with rare honesty.
Adam’s abs weren’t about to be left behind as they gained mass and definition, even with the growing fur. Henry could still see the definition on a strong man. Or minotaur to be. His minotaur son, a son he would be proud to call kiddo.
“There we go! Son. You are properly protected from the sun!” Henry beamed.
“Thanks Pa.” Adam beamed like a child despite the fact that he was well on his way to be able to drag a tractor all by himself at this point. Then Adam noticed his horns. “Oh God what’s that! Oh no, no...I'm becoming a monster..a manster... a man..." Adam shoke his head, desperate to regain control but alas for the brat, he didn’t manage to pierce throughs the country boy minotaur's head, especially since the young minotaur seemed excited by some of their change during puberty.
"Those freakish horns....That’s,.... that….That’s great…Pa! you think I will have longhorns-like?!”
“As mighty looking you would be, that wouldn’t be too practical are we? We would have to cut them for you to even pass through doors.” Henry pointed out a flaw in his son’s fantasy.
“Oh…I didn’t think of that. Pa. I don’t want to cut them.”
“Don’t worry, your horns will looks great…And with an acceptable size. Hopefully.” Henry patted his son’s shoulder. “Anyway, Son, Time to eat. It’s lunch time already, And then you can go back to work.”
Adam just nodded and trotted behind the farmer, seemingly not caring he had just put sun cream, just to immediately go back inside to eat.
Henry walked toward the farmhouse, smiling knowing his bratty son was well on the way to become the perfect country bovine kid.
“Still. Longhorns would have been great….”
Welp, Even teenager Minotaurs seem to be obsessed with the length of some bodyparts it seems. Anyway, he prepared the perfect feast for his dutiful son to be.