Zeb locked Chad in the stall with feed and water, and left him alone.
Chad was alone in the stall. He could feel his stomachs churning, as he grew into his new bovine form. He sniffed the oats, and then began to eat. His ears pricked up when he heard laughing in the distance. Chad glanced up as he chewed his dinner, and he saw the red light on the camera that was focused on him. Zeb was watching. He heard Zeb speaking to someone else.
"So he's adapting fast, I'm betting that Quarterback will make a fine cow," said the other man.
"He's such a stud at school, I'm betting breeder bull," Zeb replied. "I'll bet he could do 30 heifers a day."
"Well, that may have been, but looking at those withers, I'd say, he's got the hips of a cow begging to be bred."
"So what do you wanna bet?" Zeb asked.
"Oh, breeding rights. When Chad becomes a dairy cow, you'll agree to let me change you into a bull, and you service him and the rest of the herd."
"So you want to be Chad the bull's first cow, Jude?"
"In your dreams, there's no way he's a bull. You're on, Zeb!"
Chad was vaguely aware that he was going to be bred, but he expected he'd be plowing the guy named Jude's cow vagina. He wasn't too horny, but he was hungry. He just kept eating. He ate until he fell asleep. He dreamed of running through a field filled with cows, and mounting them one after the other.
"Hey, Chelsea!" shouted Jude, as he woke Chad up. As he felt a jabbing pain in his bull-hood. Had Jude kicked him in the nuts?
"Moo!" said Chad nodding at his obvious maleness.
"Oh, well Chad, I never lose. This syringe was full of estrogen, it will push those bovinating chemicals in the female direction, and my bro will be screwing you and the rest of the herd."
"Moo?"
"Chelsea will be your name, get used to it girl," Jude said.
Jude grinned and slammed the stall door.
Chad looked at his shrinking maleness and growing udder.
"Moo?" he farted loudly, and a cow pattie hit the floor of his stall. He walked over to his feeding trough and started eating again. Maybe being a cow wouldn't be so bad?
He lowed softly, as he ate and thought about being the recipient of a bull's attention instead of servicing a herd of cows.