Although fear filled Mark’s mind as well as pleasure while having his udder milked. No wonder why the cows like it so much. But he knew that he needed to stop. He needed to get to those vials, he needed some hay.
NO! He shook his head realizing what he just thought of. It made him worry even more now. He stood up, which he immediately went bowlegged because of the udder. He could feel it pulsing and how warm it was between them which let shivers up his back. He also realized that the udder was heavy. Must of weighed at least 20 to 30 pounds without the suction machine on it. Mark looked down seeing the udder only to realize it would be really hard for him to get the machine off of him. Lucky for him he remembered the stool that was behind him. With a little maneuvering and some backing up, Mark got the udder where he could easily reach the machine and pull it off.
He pulled off one easily, and started to reach for the next. That’s when he noticed 2 things. His fingers were starting to look a little dark as well as they were starting to feel a little numb. Mark’s eyes just exploded when he realized that he had to hurry. Number 2 and 3 got off with increasingly difficulty. But the time he got to the 4rth on, his hands were already black and shiny. Merging together to form into something he could walk on. Sadly because of that he couldn’t even grab the tube. The only way was to use both hands/hooves to try to pull it off. Lucky for him, after his 3rd try he did it.
“YES!!!” he said out loud and then started to the barns’ entrance. Mark wanted to run, tried to run. But all he could do was a wobbly walk. The udder was way too big and it was carrying a huge water balloon between his legs. Even worse walking that way plus the newly added weight was something his legs were not used to. They started to burn with each step he took. Though he didn’t feel that part that much. His entire mind was thinking of getting to those vials.
Finally he got to the door. His mind was semi relived knowing he was half way back. He reached up to unlock it to only find that his hands were now fully formed hooves. “NNNooooOOOOOOOO!!!!” He screamed only to put those hooves to his face, realizing that he just let out a weird moo. He went back to the door. He tried and tried again, only to fail each time. He forgot about how his father, who was a puzzle lover, made a new lock that requires a few of the digits in his hands. No matter how hard Mark tried he couldn’t get the door unlocked. Feeling trapped he banged on the door with his hooves making a loud clopping sound on the wood.
Feeling defeated, Mark wanted to cry so bad. Knowing that he would become a cow at his own family’s farm. Just has his eyes started to tear up he hear a loud moo at the other side of the barn. His head picked up and turned toward it. The first thing he noticed was the milking machine that was attached to him and his mind started back to the pleasure he felt. Only to quickly shake his head remembering what he needed to do. He continued looking at the back to see the other doors. The one to let the cows in, but also to get out into the Fields! He realized all he had to do was go out that way and easily go around the barn and then to the house, then to the vials!!! Even more that he remembered that his dad didn’t change that door at all. It can easily be opened!!
Mark almost jumped for joy. He hurried to the door hearing sloshing in his udder every time he would take a step. Once at the door, he put his hooves on the latch and was about to open it when he heard a low sounding moo outside. He froze a little. As he heard that moo, he remembered that the door leads straight to the pasture where they kept all the bulls separated from the cows. For obvious reasons.
Mark didn’t know what to do; he could go and get to the house in time. Or he could go and get cornered by the bulls and then get ra…NO!! He shocked his head trying to get out the thought of being mated. He needed to think, but time wasn’t on his side. Every second his body was becoming more and more different. He could see some fur growing on his lower arms. Plus he was close enough to the milking machine to hear it working still. He needed to do something and he needed it do it now! But what!?!?