You look at the guy like he's lost it for a minute. You're about to tell him off, when the tightness of your udder causes you to wince in pain. The dairy farmer looks at you sympathetically.
"Look, we got a small milker in the trailer. You want I should go get it? I mean, whether you join our herd or not, I'm happy to do it for you."
You look at him a bit imploringly, deciding to risk it.
"Uh...Sure."
He nods, and jogs back to what you now see is a streamlined livestock trailer behind a dairy truck. He opens up a luggage container on the side, and pulls out what looks to be a milk can with some small hoses attached. He trots back up and sets the can down. Without another word to you, he begins attaching the teat-shaped cups to your udder. You're about to protest this "wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am" treatment - you're a guy and a human after all. Well, for the most part. However, before you can, he's finished and hit a switch on a small pump on the lid of the can.
The feeling of being milked is, frankly, orgasmic. As you watch your milk flowing into the can, the warm feeling flowing through your udder and your body prompts you to moan in pleasure.
"Moooooooooo..."
...ok, prompts you to Moo in pleasure. Part of you is a little worried at the fact that you're mooing uncontrollably from being milked, but it's drowned in feelings of bliss. When your udder is three quarters empty, the pleasure becomes too much, and you cum from being milked.
Mortified, you look at the dairy farmer, but he seems entirely unaffected. When you've been milked dry, he just calmly unhooks you from the milker.
"Thanks, we can make about a gallon and a half from this. So, like I said, do you want to join our herd of cows? I think it'd be good for you."
You find that you're feeling oddly docile in the afterglow, and can't think of a reason not to agree. So, you step out of your house, maybe for the last time, close the door and turn to the dairy farmer.
"Uh...sure...I'll join your herd of coooooooows," you moo slightly.
You're mildly alarmed at the fact that you're still mooing, but the dairy farmer looks so pleased, and begins leading you with a strong hand on your back, towards the trailer.
"Great! You'll love Lakeshore Dairy, you'll be a contented cow in no time! Oh, a little advice: I'd strip when I got in the trailer. Your fellow cows are all naked, all the time, beyond their cowbells. Incidentally, you'll find yours in the trailer. We'll be at your new home in about an hour."
And with that he shoves you gently up in the trailer, locking the door behind you, before climbing in the truck and setting off.
Now that you're inside, you can see this doesn't just *look* like a livestock trailer, it *is* a livestock trailer. You shrug, getting out of your now messy clothes. For some reason, you can't think of an objection to following the farmer's instructions, although that small part of you knows there must be one. Naked, you survey your body.
You seem to have put on a bit of weight; not surprising, with your new bovine addition. You don't notice that your penis is smaller, or that your balls ride higher, or that your ears are slightly pointed and sticking out more. You do however notice that your nipples are gone. After a moment, you rationalise this as the fact that they are now your teats, apparently.
Looking around, you find a cowbell and collar on a small shelf. You take it, and find it to be not only rather fetching looking, but also perfectly shaped for your neck. At least, if you tighten it to the tightest setting. You don the collar, finding the clink of your bell rather comforting as you are driven to your new home.