Spencer looked down at the duffel bag in his hand. Inside it were three sets of clothing: 1) Chad's sports gear from when he was transformed, 2) Spencer's clothing which would look ridiculously small on Chad, and 3) a giant baby costume with giant diaper, adult size bonnet, bib and rattle. He reached for the key to the barn, and stopped. He could hear a cow bell clanging, and a machine running inside. It sounded like the milking machine.
He silently unlocked the door and stepped inside the darkened barn. He tiptoed toward the sound.
Chad had been sweating, even though he was naked, while he waited. His balls hung low, and were swollen to the size of grapefruit, and they seemed to be getting bigger. He desperately needed attention, but there was no way he was going to touch himself or one of the other animals in the barn. Then he remembered seeing the milking machine. When he was a Frosh, they gave a tour of the barn, when they tried to recruit him for 4 H. He'd preferred sports. But that was the milking machine over there. Maybe he could carefully hook himself up to that, he thought. What was taking Spencer so long. It took him over 20 minutes to get his cock secured in one of the four udder openings without touching himself. He sighed, and then realized he couldn't reach the on-button. Then he saw the teacher's pointer nearby. He was able to reach that, and then with the pointer he jabbed the on button.
He didn't know how long he'd been attached to the milking machine, when Spencer's cell phone camera flashed. Chad just was relieved that his balls hadn't burst. He had been lost in the rhythm of the machine and the clanging of his cowbell that he hadn't even heard Spencer come in.
"You filled a five gallon bucket, Ched - Ched is short for Cheddar- and that's your name cowboy," Spencer said with a snort.
Ched blushed.
"Looks like you're still producing, I'll need another bucket."
"Moo? What?" asked Chad.
"Well, I've got to see what your capacity is. And your balls are the size of baseballs, so I know you're still producing. When I drained you earlier, they were the size of raisins."
"No, they weren't. They were the size of golf balls," Chad insisted.
Spencer just laughed. He knew they were bigger than raisins, but he didn't think they were near the size of golf balls. Actually, he had the exact measurements in his notebook from while Chad was unconscious.
"How big were they when you hooked yourself up to the machine, Ched?" Spencer half expected Chad to complain about being called Ched. He shut off the machine, and the last bit of liquid sloshed into the container. Chad moaned.
"They were the size of big grapefruit, Spencer, sir," Chad said biting his lip. Why had he called his tormentor, sir.
Spencer replaced the bucket with an empty one, and set it aside. Then he reached to turn the machine back on. He paused.
"So, Ched, what are you?" Spencer asked.
Chad gritted his teeth, and fought it. Spencer could see Chad's muscles tighten up. After about 45 seconds, Chad answered through his teeth, "I am your property, Spencer, sir."
"Good, cowboy!" laughed Spencer. "I hoped you'd say something like that."
"Do you want to give me more milk, Ched?"
"Moo! Yes, sir,"
Spencer pushed the button, the machine came to life, and beatific expression appeared on Chad's human face. Tentatively, Spencer stuck his finger into the bucket of white thick liquid. He sniffed it, and then tasted it.