"Hey, Ty, if Dustin's a half-cow, half-boy, he can milk himself. Then
we can all have farm fresh milk!" laughed Kent.
"Is that two votes for cow then?" Ty asked.
Peter laughed, "Two votes for cow-boy. Half-Dustin, half-cow. And he
has to milk himself." Peter's hand suddenly hefted under the weight of
the empty tin pail that had formed there. No one would notice its
appearance, they would just assume he had it with him all along. Peter
could be a lot subtler than Ty, when he wanted to be.
"Uh, could he produce chocolate milk?" asked the boy who'd asked for a
bear.
"Sure, Ty can make one of Dustin's udders shoot only chocolate milk,"
Peter said, "Perhaps he'll make one of the others spurt Banana
flavored milk."
"Okay, then I want a chocolate milk cowboy," said the boy.
"Oh, come on,you're not really going to turn mean into a freakish
half-man, half cow and make me milk myself are you?"
"Milk, it does a body gooood!" shouted the groundskeeper.
Ty grinned, "All in favor of fresh milk or chocolate milk for
everybody, say Aye."
"Aye!" roared the crowd.
"I prefer strawberry milk," said one of the little girls.
"He'll have four udders," said Peter.
"Okay, as long as one is strawberry," said the girl.
Peter quickly produced four tin buckets with a marker pen, and a bunch
of paper cups.
Dustin's face looked crestfallen.
"Aw, you're going to be the most popular cow-boy at the park," said Ty
encouragingly.
Dustin could already feel his nipples swelling on his chest under his
shirt. They started to sag from their growing weight and began to
migrate down his chest and over his abs. The top of his head ached
too. He rubbed his hair and felt two bony nubs pushing up out of his
scalp. He felt something press against the back of his waistband, and
felt a draught between his butt cheeks. A girl giggled as his hairy
tail flopped over his waistband.
"Look he's got a cow tail! Stacy do you have an extra bow to tie
around it?" she asked.
"Oh, no, you don't!" snapped Dustin.
"Easy, cowboy, here's some fresh mown grass for you to chew into cud,"
said the groundskeeper bringing a burlap sack full of grass cuttings
forward.
Dustin found himself hungrily licking his lips.
"Go ahead, Dustin," laughed Ty, "Dig in. You need to eat a lot of
grass to make milk for everyone."
Dustin leaned forward. Then he leaned back. He was really hungry. He
buttoned and removed his shirt, as he explained, "I don't want to get
grass stains on my good shirt."
Then he buried his head and shoulders in the bag of grass cuttings and
began chomping away. Everyone laughed.
As he ate, his bare back grew much hairier and spotted. When he looked
up his friend Doug noticed that Dustin's ears were pointier and
floppier than normal. His face was stained with bits of grass, and his
cheeks were full as he chewed his cud. The other thing people noticed
was that Dustin's hairy spotted cowboy chest was broader and more
muscular than wimpy Dustin's chest had been before. They also noticed
the huge bulge filling Dustin's jeans. It had to be his udder.
Ty waved his hand, and with a flick of his wrist Dustin's jeans and
boxers were off Dustin and in Ty's hands. Instantly, Dustin tried to
cover himself, but it was unnecessary.
If Dustin still had his manhood, it was concealed by the huge swollen
udder. If as most of the audience suspected, Dustin was all cow from
the waist down. Peter handed Dustin a bucket.
"Alright," mumbled Dustin, and holding the pail with one hand, he
began to milk one udder with the other.
"Aaah," moaned Dustin in relief as he emptied one udder. He handed the
now brimming pail back to Peter, and took another pail.
This time pink milk shot out of the udder.
"Cool, Strawberry! I get the first drink because Strawberry was my
idea."
"Hurry up and milk the chocolate udder!" shouted the little boy.
Soon Dustin was being ignored as the filled pails of milk, chocolate
milk, banana milk and strawberry milk were emptied and the paper cups
filled. Dustin turned his attention back to the half eaten bag of
grass. He was up to his shoulder in grass clippings when he felt a
warm hand on his shoulder. It was the grounds keeper.
"Hey,Dustin,you make a mean glass of milk," the man said licking the
milk mustache off his lip.
"Uh, thanks," Dustin replied uncomfortably. He didn't like being a
cow-boy, and he was sure the guy was mocking him.
"So anyway, my shift here is ending pretty soon, and - oh, where are
my manners. My name's Willie Dominguez - Guillermo Dominguez," the
grounds keeper said showing his toothy grin.
"Are you hitting on me?" Dustin asked nervously.
"You're an attractive cowboy," Willie continued, "Why wouldn't I be
hitting on you? Besides I've got a whole bag of fresh oats back at my
place. I bet you'd like that, and maybe you'll let me drink some milk
fresh from the tap."
"Uh, ah, I don't think so. I mean it's flattering, I guess, but Ty's
going to turn me back, so -" Dustin stammered nervously.
"No, I'm not turning you back today. You know the rules. You stay this
way for 24 hours, then you can play the game again," Ty interjected.
"Thanks, Ty, uh, could he stay this way maybe a bit more than 24
hours?" Willie asked, "I really think he looks hot this way, and his
milk is so good."
Ty just laughed and took a big drink of milk from the cup he was
holding.
"Why are you doing this?" Dustin asked.
"When you're hung like a bull, your best bet is cow," whispered Willie
nodding significantly down at his baggy pants.
"Moooooooo!" loughed Dustin covering his mouth with both hands.