Chad fastened the head in place as he stood in the field house. He looked around. No sign of Sinclair. The rubber around his cock required some serious attention. So he started tugging on his udder. Tyler, Mitchell and Zack tried to scream out a warning, but Chad couldn't hear them yet. As he spurted cum out of his udder, milk spurted out of the other 3 udders. Suddenly, Chad heard a clamoring of voices. He felt his body swelling bigger and bigger. More muscular, but wrong, very wrong. He fell forward on all fours, and the cowbell around his neck clanged loudly, as he realized he was no longer wearing a cowsuit, but in fact had become an eight hundred pound cow. The absorbed masses of Zack, Tyler and Mitch had emerged to merge with Chad's own body to create a cow? How why? Who would do this to them? Chad knew Zachary Aimes, Mark "Mitch" Mitchell and Tyler "Ty" Thompson. He hadn't seen them around the school in the last week, but surely one of them knew, but they didn't seem to know. They explained when they weren't being worn, they quickly lost consciousness. They had no idea who put the suit in any of their lockers.
There was the sound of the large doors to the field house being rolled open, and a pickup truck with an animal trailer backed into the field house.
The door to the pickup opened, and a man in boots and a cowboy hat climbed out. The light from the open doorway silhouetted him, and Chad couldn't tell who it was.
"Howdy, Cowboys!" he said with a fake twang, "Betcha wondering how and why? How was the costume was cursed, but it takes four men to make a cow, something to do with the conservation of mass as the physics teacher Mr. Hanks would say. Heh, heh. As to why? Why did I pick the four biggest jock studs in school? The guys with hottest bodies? Because milk it does a body good. Ha ha! And with a steady diet of your milk, my body should become the studliest of all."
He stepped closer, and the cowboys could see it was that weird freshman Paul whatshisname.
"MOO!" bellowed Chad.
"Thar, thar, girl. And you're all girl now. My bull Samson is really going to enjoy studding you. Especially, when I tell him who you used to be."
"MOO! MOO! MOO!" shouted the cowboys in unison.
"Heh, heh, sorry, I don't speak cow. Besides you're totally merged now. The only way to separate you is for Samson to get you pregnant and one of your souls to migrate into the calf. Four calves later, and none of you will be this cow. Cannot simply call you cow or Chad-Mitch-Ty-Zack. Think I'll use your last names first initials and call you TAMA. Come on Tama, the sooner Samson studs you, the sooner one of you gets out."
Chad didn't want to stay a merged cow forever. He wasn't sure if Paul was telling the truth or not, but- he pawed the dirt with his hoof- he really didn't seem to have any choice.
After Tama was loaded into the trailer, Paul drove the truck and trailer out of the field house. Then he grabbed Chad's stuff before locking the field house back up.
It was a twenty minute drive out to Paul's family farm. Chad wondered for a moment how a freshman could get a license - then he recalled that age for driving farm vehicles was only 14, and technically the pickup with the animal trailer was a farm vehicle. During that drive, Chad and the three other merged studs got to know each other a lot better - whether they wanted to or not. Chad was angry when he discovered that Ty had a crush on Chad, and had fantasized about ploughing Chad's ass when he was still human. Mitch was jealous of Chad's position on the team, and thought he should be first string quarterback. Zack was really into videogames, even his thoughts seemed to be made of pixels. Ty thought humorously that Zack was pixilated. Then the mental screaming row began. They didn't even notice that the trailer had stopped moving and the gate had been opened until Paul tugged at the rope he had slipped over Tama's head and led her down the ramp into the barn.
In a nearby stall, they heard the sound of a bull snorting, and the sound of massive hooves stampeding toward them. Samson stopped short of the wooden stall gate. He glared at the new cow. Chad didn't know whether it was lust or hate, but there was strong emotion in the glaring bull's eyes.
"See, Samson, I kept my promise Thompson-Aimes-Mitchell-Armstrong or Tama, meet your new hubby Samson."
Samson snorted again, this time it seemed to convey pleasure. Was Samson somebody they knew transformed too? They wondered who?