Mark looked at the milking machine, enjoying the effect that it was having on his new body part. Part of him wanted to return to the vials and undo what had just happened, but another part of him wanted to just lay here and enjoy what was happening.
"Maybe go out and get some hay," Mark thought and then shook his head.
"That's wrong," he told himself as he slowly stood and then with some difficulty, disengaged the milking machine and removed it from his udder.
Standing in the barn, Mark looked around and then figured, "The cows can wait. I have to undo this," and then turning, he made his way out of the barn and towards the house, thinking that he looked rather ridiculous with an udder.
A sharp pain in his abdomen and groin made him pause, but he pushed his pain past it with the thought, "Got to get back. Got to change myself."
Another pain and this time Mark fell forward. Rolling over, cradling his udder, Mark nearly cried out as the pain nearly tripled. "What is happening to me," Mark asked himself as he forced himself to roll over.
Slowly, he started to crawl toward the house, the pain in his abdomen and groin growing until into could be felt in his udder and down in his thighs. Groaning, forcing himself to stand, his balance off because of the udder, Mark reached a hand down past the udder and into his pants.
When he felt his penis and testicles literally shrinking, he screamed out, a noise that turned quickly into the lowing noise of a cow. Worried that his father would come out to see what all the noise was, Mark made a dash for the house, hand still down his pants, udder still flopping about.
Inside, Mark clumsily made his way back toward the vials and picking up as many as possible, he made his way toward the bathroom. Inside, he doubled over again in pain, dropping the vials on the carpet in front of the sink. Placing a hand between his legs, Mark thought, "Got to drink one of the vials. Can't become a cow. Milking cows are female," and then dropped to his knees.
With a loud ripping noise, Mark felt his pants and underwear rip and looking down, he groaned in disbelief at thlack of any sight of his penis and testicles. Grasping out, Mark grabbed the first vial he could grab, realising as he did so that he might be gaining weight from the waist down. Thinking, "Down the hatch," he popped the top off and drank half the vial in one gulp, not caring at the moment what he just drank, just hoping that it would end the bovine nightmare he was suddenly facing.