Outside of town was the McDonald farm...the owner of the farm, Jim McDonald, was not old...but he'd gotten a lot of jokes about Old McDonald's farm... "I should have been an accountant," the middle aged man muttered. He was single and the only other people at the farm were the farmhands he hired. Try finding an interested woman when you were a farmer, or so he thought.
He didn't know that this shortly would not be a problem. However, at the moment, he was off to feed the baby calves. He had several he was trying to transition to solid food. As he tended to them, he didn't notice things beginning to change....namely his bulk as his midsection began to expand, followed by his face. The changes happened slowly, until they were impossible to not notice...except he didn't.
His coveralls vanished just as his bulk would have otherwise caused them to explode off of his body. His limbs began to thicken to support the weight of his ever expanding rear. Internally, his stomach began to separate into compartments as his body shifted to only devour plant matter.
He wandered toward the fields, walking amidst the rapidly slimming cows inside. His weight was nearing ten times what it had been twenty minutes earlier. None of the cows inside were eating, but looked over with mouths full of sharp front teeth.
Suddenly, cows began to vanish from the pen, replaced by humans of similar size to him, but he didn't seem to notice. He lowered his face to the ground and began to graze, ignoring loud moos from a female who had appeared not far from him. He was hungry.
Back at Sherry's house, four cows appeared suddenly. The adult female, whose tag identified her as Bessie, headed toward the kitchen, while Bob, the adult male, moved to the couch. The two calves, Rose and Meg, headed up the stairs.
Bob, who was suddenly wearing a shirt and tie, reached for the TV remote and turned it on as Bessie, wearing a dress, started on dinner. "...Two manburger patties on a sesame seed bun," a commercial blared. Bob's stomach began to rumble.
As Sherry tried to communicate with her husband and daughter, Bob and Bessie sat down at her dining room table with their two daughters and discussed the events of the day over dinner.
And Jim...well, he didn't have to worry about women anymore.