He tried to shout.
"MOO!"
Chad mooed.
He mooed? He stared. He moved his hand, er, forehoof, it wasn't in a cowsuit. That was his hoof. He could feel the dirt under his bare hooves.
"MOO?" he started to cry.
Tyler, Mitch and Zack squirmed around him. He could feel their naked bodies rubbing against him. His flesh melted and merged with their melting flesh.
"Uh, uh, ugh, I'm the cow's ass," moaned Zach. Then his thoughts blurred into a distant echo.
Chad wasn't sure what happened to the other two, but he figured they were other parts of the cow of which Chad now seemed to be the head. Cabeza de Vaca? Mighty explorer or head of a cow? The three other jocks were just body parts now. Damn, his udder was swollen, and he really really wanted to cum. He chased his tail around, as he struggled to reach his udder with his mouth. Damn, he didn't have hands. His mouth couldn't reach his own udder.