The car ride home was agony for Joanna. Her mother was driving so slowly that other vehicles were honking and bypassing her when possible. Worse yet, she was taking some kind of scenic route. All the while, she talked to Joanna about pointless things like school, her friends, the weather, and so on. What should have been a 15 minute drive was already approaching 45 minutes, and she could tell her udder was starting to feel less comfortable and more snug within the recently-tailored pouch. Her teats had initially failed to make any distinct mark in the thick fabric, but now she could see two distinct lumps pressing through. Due to her compromised position in the car, she could only assume the other two were similarly poking out.
Finally, Joanna saw her house as her mother rounded the final corner. She counted each second it took the car to get down the road, stop slightly past the house, then back into the driveway. Her mother decided to keep the car running. "Before you milk yourself, you're going to prove yourself right with your milk machine. Get it and head to the backyard. I have a deal that I'll make with you." Gloria opened the trunk, took out the milk machine, and set it on the ground.
Joanna gave a quick nod as she fought to pull herself out of the car once more. Once that was done, she attempted to lift the milk machine, but found it a bit challenging. The box was too large to grab from one side. Her udder thwarted attempts to get a hand-hold on it from the front. Her rear was slightly better, but her arms didn't bend that way. After a few minutes of careful finagling, Joanna coaxed the boxed device on top of her udder, then got both arms to anchor it. She tried to move as fast as she could, but with how much jiggling weight had been added to her body, this was little more than a brisk walk.
As she reached the back yard, her mother was once again tapping away at her phone. She smiled, taking the box from her daughter and retrieving the milk machine within. "I've been doing some online research, and they say a milk machine for dairy cows can get the job done in 5 minutes." She patted one hand on her daughter's udder. "You've got a little more than twice as much milk in this sucker as your average dairy cow. Here's the wager: I bet you can't fully milk yourself in 25 minutes using this milk machine. If you prove me wrong, I'll grant you one wish. However, if I'm right..." She gives a toothy grin. "that'd make you a liar, and I'll have to punish you. Now, get your cover off so we can both see what you'll be working with."
Joanna nervously nodded, undoing the straps to free her udder. When that tailor had first fit it onto her, it was fairly loose. She found herself struggling to peel it off as her udder bulged slightly around its confines. By the time it had finally been fully removed, Joanna was mortified at its sheer size. She dropped to her knees, causing the udder to slap unceremoniously into the ground. She leaned over herself to see if she could reach the teats. The upper set was easy enough to grab, but the lower pair was much harder. She couldn't bend around her udder nearly as well as over. She couldn't grab both like her top row, but she could grab the lower left or lower right individually.
Another concerning aspect was how large the teats had become. When she first got the udder, they looked like an easy fit for her machine. Now? They looked to be thicker than the machine's cups. She prayed it wouldn't impact the machine's effectiveness. She looked to her mother. "How do you know if I've done enough?"
"Oh, the chronivac has this extremely useful details panel. I can see all sorts of information on you, like your maximum udder capacity, milk generation rate, and current amount. I'll even make it easier: you only need to milk 75% of your total away." Her grin quickly soured. "No hand-milking yourself, that's cheating."
Joanna looked down at the veritable sea of pink attached to her gut, then nodded.
"Good. I'll start the counter when I say 'go,' then I'll come back out when your 25 minutes are up." Clicking through her phone again, she settles on an alarm. "3...2...1...Go!"