Chad seemed quite at home in the school barn where the 4 H Club met, and stored their projects. He looked out of his stall. There was a large cage with some chickens in the stall across from him. In the next stall were some sheep. He could smell pigs in the stall next to his, but couldn't see them. He looked between his legs at his swelling udder. It was getting dark. He hoped Spencer wouldn't wait until morning to milk him again. He could hear the milk in the udder slosh as he paced around his small stall. He mooed loudly.
"Sorry, Chad - I mean, Cheddar. Just culturing up some of your milk to see whether you make better Swiss or Cheddar," Spencer said as he came over, "Looks like your udder is swelling up nicely. Can't wait until tomorrow morning to check your yield. And don't worry, I'll wear my milking gloves when I milk you next." He waved the pair of kid gloves he'd worn earlier, and shoved them in his back pocket.
"MOO!" exclaimed Chad.
"Oh, you gotta learn patience girl," Spencer said shaking his finger at Chad, "You are mine now, and I own everything that's between your legs. So don't get any ideas about milking yourself, understand?" he admonished Chad, "I own those things dangling between your legs, and only I can touch them, got it?"
"Moo," Chad acknowledged his master's ownership, and slightly lowered his head.
"Good girl!," Spencer said, "Now I've gotta go. You have a good night's sleep. And you better get used to sleeping on your feet, Cheddar, cause you'll be doing that for the rest of your life. And if your milk and cheese aren't consistently good, well, they do have a prize for beef at the fair too."
"Moo?" gasped Chad. He could tell Spencer was serious. This was his life now? His second stomach rumbled. He swallowed the cud he was chewing.
Spencer turned out the lights and locked up.
Chad stood there in the twilit stall, as the moon began to rise.
Suddenly, Chad felt a cramp in his leg. Then in his foreleg, and then his buttocks, and aaaargh! His body was wracked with pain. He rolled on the wooden stall floor and bellowed, "MOOOOOOOOOO!"
But Spencer was long gone, and no one but the other dumb animals could hear his bellowing and his cowbell clanging madly. He writhed on the floor as the moonlight streamed in. Hooves split, and splayed into fingers and toes. He was becoming human again.
Chad had no idea how long he lay there panting, drenched in sweat. He sat up on his elbows. The cowbell jangled. He was naked, except for the cowbell. He was human again.
"So much for being your cow forever, Spencer," Chad said to himself, as he slowly got up off the floor."That was a tougher workout than I've ever had before. He leaned on the stall door, His cock was rock hard, it desperately needed attention. He was alone in the school barn, who would know? He reached for his cock, but his hand froze. Spencer's words came back to him, "You're mine now. That thing dangling between your legs is mine too. Nobody touches it except me." Chad swallowed. Yep, he needed to see Spencer, ASAP. He searched the barn and found an old pair of overalls that sort-of-fit. The waist was okay, but they were too short only reaching to midcalf. He was barefoot wearing coveralls and a cowbell, he was sure he looked ridiculous. He looked over at the computer and the phone on the desk in the corner of the barn.
The computer was password protected. So Chad called information, and asked for Spencer's parents' phone number.
At Spencer's home the phone rang. His mother picked it up.
"Spence, phone call for you! Don't be too long, dinner's almost ready," his mother called.
"Yo?" said Spencer picking up the phone. It was probably Danny or Carl from school.
"Spencer, we've got to talk!" shouted Chad angrily into the phone.
"Chad? But how? It can't-" Spencer was confused and worried.
"Well, whatever you did to me wore off, and I'm naked in the barn, so get over here and bring me some clothes, and your milking gloves."
Milking gloves? Maybe he wasn't all human, Spencer smiled. He looked at his watch.
"You'll have to wait a couple hours, I've got to eat dinner first, okay?" Spencer said.
He expected Chad to protest, and Chad wanted to protest, but he couldn't. He sighed.
"Okay," Chad said with a sigh, I'll be here waiting."
"Yeah, I gotta get a pic of you naked wearing only your cowbell," Spencer said with a laugh. He hung up. Chad might have changed back, but he was a different Chad now.
"Dinner!' shouted his mother.
Chad sighed. He stood up and took off the overalls. Master Spencer wanted him naked except for his cowbell. Well, there was an old horse blanket in the corner...