Chad was horny, so were Ty, Mitch, and Zach. The only problem was that the four guys didn't have dicks anymore. They were an 850 lb milking cow, and their udder was full. Chad heard the school bell ring. It was 4 pm. Where was Karen Sinclair?
Wait? How do I know Karen really is my secret admirer? Damn, this could be a really sick prank, couldn't it? Chad's mind was jumbled as he adjusted to his new monochrome vision, enhanced senses of smell and hearing. Then Tyler's, Mitchell's and Zachary's thoughts began to intrude. Chad had shut a headache. He smelled what registered as food, and followed his nose to a trough in the corner of the field house.
The cow was chewing her cud when the field house creaked open. Chad's ears perked up. She turned her head still chewing her cud.
Chad's minds worked as a mosaic as all four former men referenced their memories to identify the human shape approaching them. It took a while for their minds to mesh. Chad's jaw dropped open, and get eyes bulged, as she recognized the person who had just pulled up a stool next to the cow, and put a bucket under her udders.
"Howdy, cowboy, or should I say cowboys?" the person said as a hand began to massage an udder.