As the suit lay on the straw, Chad felt himself changing. It felt wrong as he grew thicker and heavier. Then he started to grow. It took forever, and it felt so weird. He had arms and legs, but he just lay there unable to move or speak. He felt that he was human shaped, but not quite human. The sunset. Flies landed and crawled on him. So did a big mouse or maybe it was a small rat. He ran the length of body pausing to sniff him. It even gnawed on his chest. Chad just lay there. A cat chased the rodent away. Then it noticed Chad, and carefully backed away. The sun rose. Rick reentered the barn.
"Let's see if my golem is ready to work," Rick said to no one in particular. He opened the stall gate and began to inspect Chad as he lay on the straw covered floor.
He stood up, and commanded, " Stand, Chad."
The leather-bound mannequin obeyed silently. Chad's mind was shouting though. He wanted to know what the hell Rick did to him, and what he wanted from him.
Rick paced back and forth examining the new and improved Chad. If he didn't know better, he might think Chad was wearing a leather bondage suit. He tapped his own chin, and commented, "Turned out rather nicely, if I do say so myself. Can't keep calling it Chad, and it looks a bit too beefy to call Scarecrow. Maybe Farmhand, Helper, Robot? I know Farmboy. Chad from now on you will answer to the name Farmboy. Nod your head if you understand."
Unwillingly, the mannequin head nodded. Chad felt like he was possessed.
"Come, Ch- Farmboy," Rick ordered and Farmboy followed stiffly like a resurrected movie mummy. Rick continued as he walked and the new Chad followed, "I had intended to keep you as my Speedo longer, but the milking machines broke down this morning. Problem with the pneumatic pumps or engine, maybe? Maybe a problem with the mother board. The repairman can't come out until Tuesday, but I still need to milk 115 cows. That's where you come in, Farmboy. You will milk each cow, and load the buckets of milk into the empty milk cans, then load the full milk cans on my truck. Walk over to that cow, stand facing the cow's udder. Now squat. You aren't human anymore so you won't need the milking stool. Good." Chad obeyed.
Rick showed him how to milk to the cow, filling two buckets, and loading the milk into the the 20 gallon cans. Rick watched as Chad went from stall to stall milking each cow, then pouring the contents of his buckets into the empty milk cans.
"Okay, Farmboy, you are doing a good job. Now make sure you go to eat stall, and milk each animal in the stall dry. Understand?"
Chad nodded and the living mannequin moved on to the next stall.
Rick swaggered out of the barn, pleased with his latest repurposing of his Speedo quarterback. Chad was truly totally owned.
Chad was furious. He was trapped in his now robotic body moving from stall to stall. It was like the sorcerer's apprentice, only instead of being the wizard or apprentice Chad had been cast as the animated bucket carrying broom.