Your stomach continues to pull you further off the floor, filling more of your bedroom as more milk is pumped into your gut. You can't even reach the floor any more, and your taut flesh makes you think of yourself as somewhat like a water balloon. The warmth and repetition is almost rhythmic, and you felt a need to bask in the afterglow. You shut your eyes to take in as much of the feeling as possible, rubbing your flesh where you could reach it as you do.
You're not sure how long you were like this, but you suddenly began to feel a striking pain come from your member. Your eyes snap open, and you realize your gut has grown by a noticeable margin! Had you dozed off? Your still-erect penis seems to be struggling to get out from beneath your stomach, which is now lifting you close to four feet off the floor. It's agonizingly slow, but it slowly slips out from beneath you, presumably because you weren't feeling as hard after the first few minutes. You look to both directions, and your stomach seems to have blimped outward more than upward. You fill a majority of your room, now.
No problem. You mentally wish for your stomach to return to normal.
But nothing happened.
You realize very quickly that both your hands are now free. You no longer have the wand! Had you dropped it? Is the wand now under your gigantic gut? You strain to look around the floor of the room, but you now cover much of it. What's worse, your frantic struggling has accomplished nothing in moving your gut. You imagine there must be a few hundred gallons in this monstrosity. You try to yank out the hose that's force-feeding you the milk, but it doesn't budge.
"I wished the hose couldn't leave my mouth" is what you would've said as you realized the folly of your wording, but the hose made that nothing more than a muffled gurgle. You'd also wished for your breasts to produce infinite milk, and for you to be able to always keep down the milk that flows in...
You're stuck in an infinite loop! You frantically attempt to scream, hoping someone, anyone could hear you amid your growing bulk. What was going to happen to you? Your gut may not rupture from being fed milk, but what if something else sharp or heavy fell on you, like a broken window or a collapsing house? If you got bigger than your room, would you pop? You pray someone reaches you before that happens, or that the magic that made you this way protects you.