As Jeff waited patiently for Andrew to arrive he began to feel a pressure building in his groin.
Crap, I have to pee, thought Jeff. Really bad!
Jeff lifted his udder and looked beneath it. He saw no hole or any other means of relieving himself.
It must be through the udder, thought Jeff.
He went into the bathroom and milked a teat. It wasn't easy with his new hands. The three short, thick digits that had replaced his fingers had difficulty squeezing the nipple of his udder. But eventually all his effort paid off and he was rewarded with a weak stream of milk.
But the pressure in his bladder did not diminish.
Shit, I have to do something or my bladder will explode! thought Jeff.
Jeff went back to Chronivac and began typing. Penis or vagina, he didn't care, but he needed some type of genitalia so he could relieve himself. It wasn't easy to type on the keyboard that operated the Chronivac. The thick hard black hooves that had replaced his nails were not meant to manipulate the small, delicate keys. Even using the mouse, he accidently added several other things to swap with the cow. He didn't think he had the time to make any corrections. He decided he would worry about that later. He could always correct any changes after he satisfied that maddening urge to urinate. Finally, he could take it no more. He hit the command to execute his changes and ran to the bathroom.