"Come in" I shout to to door, my neighbor and good friend, jake Thomson, enters the room, "John, you ready for the match?" He asks, "what?" I reply, "the game!, you know, our team the bulls vs the sharks, your even in the team!"he shouts "now come on, I'm driving". "Fine, I'm coming" wanting to see where this leads. Just as jake walks out I notice a peice of paper under the machine. I turn it over and It reads "this device is programmed with a reality distortion device, I will bend reality to accept the changes unless specified". Intrigued, I put down the machine and slightly wodle to jake waiting down the hall, with every step my udder swishes between my legs occasionally hitting them. But just as I reach him I remember that I wasn't wearing pants and my bottom half was nude. Noticing my worry, jake tosses me a pair of large track-suit pants, "here" he says nicely and walk calmly toward the stairs. I notice that the pants have a bulge no the front of it that is the same size as my udder. I look at jake to make sure he isn't looking and put on the pants, they fit perfectly, here my udder feels comfortable, when I put my put my hand on it I realize why. It had a single bra cover sown into it to hold my udder without any flops. With that I walk easily to jake at the stairs.