As Cindy left, Rick slowly pulled the various bottles from the wooden box, reading the warnings and function of each as he went. Most were entirely irrelevant to his problem, such as Height(+). It was mostly to pass the time, but he held out some slim hope that it would fix his problems.
He cycled through one to the next, taking note of how their function changed based on how it was applied or if other potions were in effect. The best contender he could find was Weight(-), but it appeared to strip fat from the entire body, rather than being focused on one point. He might end up being incredibly weak and emaciated, with a slightly smaller udder. The side effects guaranteed death to organ failure if more than 5 sprays were used, so he really didn't want to test his luck.
After nearly half an hour of thought, he finally sprayed himself with Muscle(+). His udder was absurdly heavy, so adding some muscle should help with moving. Every muscle in his body bulged outward, which overall made Rick look more heavyset. However, he could now lift his udder and carry it like a container. It was still heavy, but he was previously unable to move the udder using only the strength of his arms.
As he continued to read the potions, he felt a twinge within his udder. It pulsed outward, though it couldn't have been more than half an inch. The heat subsided just as quickly as it had appeared, but the effects were apparent. It had been approximately an hour after he was exposed, so he must be growing at around a cup size per hour. He wasn't about to guess his udder's effective cup size. A few moments later, he heard the ring of his cell phone, still inside his discarded pants.
He waddled to his pants, setting his massive udder down so that he was in reach. It sat heavily on the ground before his knees could reach, so he squatted while extracting the phone. He answered it after seeing it was his girlfriend. "Cindy! Did you find anything?"
"It's just...Gone!" There was a pregnant pause. "Rick, look for any type of identification on that box. We'll search it up online, or send out fliers, or...Something! I won't give up!"
Rick looked at the udder he was practically using as a seat. How long before it got too large to move? A day? He was not long for this world at that rate, and it was mostly his fault for not listening at first. "Don't beat yourself up, Cindy. I'll find something."
"I'll be back soon!" She hung up, leaving Rick to his own thoughts. He heaved the udder back to the bed, and began to look over the box again. None of the potions had identification beyond the warning and its function. However, he hadn't looked over the box itself...
He pulled each of the potions out, each one rolling toward his udder due to the depression it made on the bed. Once they were all out, he picked up the box, looking closely along each surface for any sort of writing. When he flipped it over, he found something that looked like a phone number, perhaps. There wasn't the right amount, but it had dashes between like a number.
He pondered his next action.