"Damn, Chad, you've totally cowed out!" exclaimed Zeb unhappily. "Guess, Jude wins." Zeb sighed. Then he realized how swollen Chad's new udder was, and he smiled, "But looks like as my animal husbandry project, you're one helluva milker."
He grabbed a stool and bucket, and rubbed his hands together to warm them. Then Zeb sat down, and started tugging on Chad's udder.
"Moo?" said Chad with a start. He heard the spurt of liquid hitting the metal pail.
"Mooooo!" he sighed in relief as his painfully heavy udder suddenly began to lighten.
Zeb was quite happy as he carried the two full five gallon buckets filled with Chad's fresh milk. Chad seemed happy, but his udders weren't empty yet. Zeb poured Chad's buckets into a 20 gal milk can and went back to finish draining Chad.
Chad really enjoyed the attention Zeb was giving him. If he ever got to be human again, he'd definitely enlist Zeb to give him a hand job. There had to be some way to reverse it, but he didn't know how yet. He was just relieved to have Zeb emptying his udders.
When Zeb finished, he left carrying the milkcan, and kicked the stall door shut. It was self-locking, but Chad's hoof prevented it from latching and locking shut. Chad waited until he couldn't hear Zeb anymore, and then he headed out to try to get an idea on how this had been done to him and how to reverse it. He sniffed, and went pass a few stalls. He could hear a low electric hum. He followed the sound. It took a few attempts of nudging the doorknob with his snout to get the doorknob to turn. He or she nosed her way into the barn office and walked over to the computer.
Zeb had left the computer on, when he carried Chad's milk to the lab to evaluate Chad's milk. Chad nudged the mouse, and was pleased to see that Zeb was still logged in. He couldn't type without fingers, but after a few tries he managed to control the mouse to line up the cursor arrow on the file marked Chad. He clicked on it with his tongue.
The file opened.