Bryan lay there groggy from the tranquilizer unable to move. He didn't suddenly feel horny, but he couldn't tell why. Maybe it was a scent?
"Okay, Zeke, well, looks like that bite is turning you into cow-boy, best strip, so I can examine you," the vet said.
"Ah, damn," Zeke said rubbing his swollen tits. He opened his flannel shirt to reveal four growing and descending nipples, "You're right, doc."
"No, problem, Zeke, you're lucky, you got Cal and Mr. Peace to take care of you."
Zeke dutifully stripped, and when he was naked, Bryan saw a cow tail swish behind him.
"Moo?" said Zeke as a feeble joke. The doc's gloved hand examined his cock and balls, ass, and udder.
"Yup, as I thought, your buddy Bryan should be able to mount you in a day or two. I suspect you're going to be a fine milker, Zeke."
Zeke had a sort of awkward grin. He shrugged, "When I signed up to be a cow-boy, this wasn't what I meant."
All the men laughed. It all seemed so strangely normal. Bryan wanted to tell them about the Chronivac, but he was too sleepy. Mr. Peace must have done something to Zeke and- zzzzzz.