He knew he was lost for sure by this point, and just as he began to lose hope, he saw the trees clear to make way for the view to a farm. "Wonderful", he thought to himself, "I can ask for directions". He pulled up to the house, parked, and got out. He knocked at the door, waited for a mintue, and when here was no response, he decided to walk around, to see if the farmer was nearby. "Hello?", he called out. He thought he heard a response from the barn, so he walked over to it, and seeing the door was halfway open, decided to go in. It took his eyes a few seconds to adjust from the bright sun outside, and as the interior came into focus, he noticed a pen with a few calves, and a table with a glass of milk, and a piece of paper underneath it. He walked over to the table, and lifted the glass to look at the slip of paper. "For the next visitor, have a glass of fresh milk while you wait for me to get back. I come by the barn every fifteen minutes if you can't find me." Despite his normal apprehension to drinking beverages left by strangers, he felt like some invisible force was insisting he do it. He vaguely wondered if this was the feeling a character in a poorly planned short story might have, and took a large swig of the milk. It was certainly very refreshing. After a few moments, he began to feel funny, and he lost his balance. Falling to the floor, he noticed his hands were starting to turn into hooves. He started to grow, and his clothes began ripping. He felt a something begin to protrude from his backside, and concluded it was probably a tail. He tried to yell, but all that came out was a loud moo. His pants, having completely burst by this point, were nothing more than tatters on the ground, and he realized his balls were growing much larger, and merging together. He saw three appendages beginning to rise out and join his dick on what was rapidly becoming his udder, and he thought they were turning into teats. A few more seconds was all he needed to see, however, that he was actually growing three more dicks where teats would normally be on a cow. Finally, the changes began to slow, and then stopped, and after a minute the former man began to take in what had just occured. Just as he was wondering what would become of him, he heard a voice. "Hello, you must be the next visitor. I just got back from the field, and heard quite a commotion. I can see in your eyes that you're quite surprised, so allow me to explain. I'm John, the farmer 'round here. You have ingested a special formula I concocted a while back, that transforms one into a cow, but if the person to consume it is a male, well, I think you can see what happened to your genitals. Don't worry, the change isn't permanent, you'll be fit as a fiddle tomorrow. Sorry about your clothes, but I have a few extra pairs of clothes I keep for company, in different sizes. This is just a setup I devised to show some of the city folk that stop by that country life really isn't so bad. So, would you like to have some fun with those calves? They're quite hungry this time of day." He thought about it, and part of him was strongly against the idea, but it was overpowered by the strongest lust he had ever felt. He nodded enthusiastically, and the farmer replied, "Sure, sure. You know, not one person that's been in your position has turned down the offer yet. Quite an elixir, gives you the libido of three teenagers rolled into one. All right, come over here." John walked over to the gate and waited. The farmer opened the gate to let him in. He stepped inside the pen, and one of the calves came over and began to nose at his udder. His dickteats were still flaccid when the hungry calf began to take one into it's mouth and nurse on it. The warm, wet, suckling muzzle on one of his members was enough to get him to halfway erect by the time the other calves joined in. Soon the four calves were nursing at his 'teats', just as if he were going to feed them milk. As the group hungrily suckled, he continued to get hard, and finally got to full mast, which angled his dickteats slightly apart from each other. The calves put up an aggresive pace, trying desperately to coax some milk out of his udder. The man could feel himself approaching his peak, and as he thought of feeding the calves his 'milk', he was pushed over the edge. His four penises, deep in the calves' muzzles, began spurting his milky seed down their throats. After a few seconds, the orgasm began to fade, and while regaining his senses, the calves, one by one, pulled of the softening dickteats. As the last one pulled off, the farmer spoke again. "That was good, wasn't it? I can let you out of the pen now, if you want." The man mooed. "Or you can stay in there overnight, and I'll leave the clothes on this table. I'm not sure what size you are, so I'll just leave everything from the small to the extra large." The man-turned-cow nodded in contented agreement. "It's my pleasure to help others find theirs, and if you want to stick around for a bit tomorrow, I'd be willing to make breakfast for both of us. Hope to see you in the morning, but if not, you're welcome for the experience. Not many get to know the wonderful feel of those calves suckling at a not-quite-udder." The man began to think of how much time he had before the morning, and was looking forward to feeding the calves a few more times...