Chad cow could feel the Chad Clone's thoughts. He didn't know what to do. As Chad Clone grew rapidly older, he seemed to lose all perspective of who he was. He just wanted to make Zeb and Jude happy. He actually wanted to be their love slave. As the days passed the mental union of their minds grew weaker, and Chad Clone began to ignore the real Chad's thoughts. Zeb chuckled as he milked Chad cow daily. He knew that the football star was freaking at being replaced by that lovestruck slave clone. He looked just like the old Chad had now, except for still having his foreskin. Chad cow wondered if they planned to circumcise him or not? He wondered if he would feel the other Chad's pain, or maybe not?
One morning, Zeb seemed in particularly good humor. He was smirking, giggling, it tried to whistle while he milked Chad cow, but he kept breaking up laughing. Finally, when Chad's udders were drained, Zeb pet the cow's rear flank, and pulled his milking stool up next to Chad's head. He leaned in and whispered, "I gotta a secret. Jude wants it to be a surprise, but I doubt you'll tell him that I told you." He sounded conspiratorial, and gleeful.
Chad hoped against hope that Jude was going to change him back into a human. The glint of hope in Chad's eye, and the soft hope lowing that he made startled Zeb. He blinked with obvious confusion, and guffawed.
"Aw, man - I mean, cow boy- you thought we were going to change you back now that we have our Chad sex toy? Nah. No way. Besides you both can't use your scholarship, and he has made himself the most popular frosh on the team. I, mean, he's given everybody head, and taken at least two dozen cocks up the ass, and football camp only began yesterday."
"Moo?"
"Yeah, everybody loves Chad, and he's the perfect roommate houseboy. When classes start, I'll be staying at school all week, so you're going to have to get used to the milking machine. Oh, that's not the surprise, Chad girl. Those are just the facts. The surprise is that it's been a month since you gave birth to clone Chad, and well, as a part of the dairy herd now, it's time to impregnate you with a calf."
"MOO!"
"Haha, no we're not going to stick you with a turkey baster filled with your own sperm, Chad. We don't want close bred cows. No, the treat is we got a stud to volunteer to become a bull to service you and some of the herd. The natural way is more fun for the bull, but not very efficient, so after he does you and couple of other heifers, he'll end up being milked the way you were."
"Oh, and you'll never guess who the stud is. Yes, you know him, and he remembers you. We showed him the video of you cowing out, and giving birth to your clone self. He practically blew his load, and begged to be turned into a bull. He really volunteered for it, not like the way you "volunteered." Well, I probably said to much, and I have to get to football camp, so the hired hand Harvey will be hooking you up to the milker tomorrow, and come this weekend you're going to meet your new hubby."
"MOO?!?!?"
"Aw, Chad, wedding jitters?"