Chad's cock sprang to life. It was sticking out at right angle to his body. He had never felt hornier. He was sure he'd blow his load, but instead of cum, a second penis. His knees buckled and he dropped to his knees. Another wave of ecstasy swept over him. he was sure he'd blow two loads. Instead of both cocks blowing, Chad felt orgasmic blast as two more cocks erupted from his crotch. He collapsed on the dusty field house floor unconscious.
Chad's head was spinning. When he opened his eyes, he thought he was looking through rose-colored glasses, as everything seemed to be red and white. There was no blue or yellow or green. Chad raised his hand to his head. He stared. It was a hoof not a hand. Chad rolled over looking at his body. A huge udder was now hanging from his crotch. His skin was covered with black and white fur. His hands and feet were hooves.
"MOOOOOO!" he exclaimed as he struggled to get up on all fours. He looked around. His clothes in the heap looked like baby clothes. He had grown much bigger while he slept. He noticed he was in hole now. The nanobots must have added the adjacent dirt to his body, as it morphed him into a cow. He climbed out of the hole awkwardly, but successfully. He freaked a bit when he noticed his tail swishing.
Out of the shadows came Spencer carrying a cowbell, and a bucket.
"MOOOOOO!" roared Chad.
"There, there, Chad. Relax. I'll help you out," Spencer said. He put the cowbell down on the ground and put the bucket under Chad's painfully swollen udder. Then he patted Chad in a calming manner. Chad was just so on edge, it did help though. Suddenly, he felt a tug on one of his udders.
"MMMOOO!" Chad moaned in ecstasy as his udder became to spurt milk. Another tug. The sound of milk sloshing in the bucket, as Spencer continued to milk Chad.
Chad was in heaven. He had never experienced multiple orgasms before, and he was elated by the time Spencer had filled his second bucket.
"Good boy -er girl, Chad. Gotta think of a new name for you," Spencer said as he set the buckets on a collapsible table that he must've set up while Chad was unconscious becoming a cow.
Chad really wasn't listening. He was just swaying, and swishing his tail contentedly. There was an open bag of oats, and he ambled over and began chowing down. He found chewing cud came naturally now. He really didn't pay attention to Spencer as he fastened the cowbell with the hidden GPS tracking chip in it around Chad's bovine neck.
"Heh, heh, always said Chad was grade A beef," Spencer chuckled to himself. He used a ladel to sip some of the fresh warm raw milk. "Delish. Bet it will make fine cheese. Maybe I should call Chad Cheddar? Hm? Oh, well, I am sure to win the blue ribbon for my 4 H Project now," Spencer said happily.
He looked at Chad and contemplated what to do next. He didn't think it would be too hard to get Chad in the animal trailer, and then into the barn. But the project required some things that Chad might resist more than milking...