You struggle against the grasp of the milk machine that has its tendrils wrapped around your torso, desperate to not be caught four times in one go. This was ultimately futile as it laid you to the floor, leaving your udder exposed and in a prime position for its next act.
However, the other machines seemed to want you at the same time. Each started dragging you across the floor, trying to reposition you under itself for its next act. It slowly became a stalemate as each machine was dissatisfied with your current position, until each released a beep simultaneously.
Suddenly, the machines stopped fighting, and crowded around you uncomfortably close. Their limbs slipped from fighting over your torso, to each grabbing an arm or a leg. Confused by their actions, you renewed your struggling with this small amount of freedom for your main body.
All four machines spoke in unison. “Creating surplus.” You felt the tubes slip over your fingers and toes. Knowing what was going to happen next, you try to curl your digits and pull away, but there was no chance of escaping four of these machines at once.
The feeling started awkward and confusing to have your various digits sucked, but it quickly grew to that similar orgasmic feeling you’d felt before, but centered on some of your most distant extremities rather than where you’d expected it. You instinctively buck your hips from the sheer stimulation you were receiving.
However, the awkwardly oversized mass that had replaced your genitals broke you free from the bliss. It still felt great, but you had gained enough wherewithal to witness what was happening.
Looking to your right arm, there was already a massive bulge where your hand used to be. You had chosen the perfect time to watch as your thumb was absorbed into the still-growing ball of flesh, leaving you with only a cow udder at the end of the limb. You could still feel the phantom existence of your fingers, but alas, you could only observe as the forming udder continued to inflate with milk and fat. It was harder to see your feet from your compromised position, but they were similarly large balls of flesh by this point
The steady bloating continued for nearly a minute longer, until the machines on your arms ended their work. The pulled away their cups and released your arms, leaving you to refuel at some unknown location. You try to lift your “hands,” but find them to weigh far more than you had expected. Dragging the now-sensitive organs to your sides, you slowly pull yourself into an upright position using your elbows.
Taking a closer look, your hands were undoubtedly transformed into cow udders. You had no control over the four teats, or much else beyond your wrist. With some effort, you heave your left “hand” up to your crotch to compare sizes.
Damn, it was even bigger than your first one. Worse yet, there were still machines attending your feet. Those udders were positively massive at this point, and still growing! How much milk were they going to stuff in those things?!
Finally, after another two minutes, the remaining two machines declared their completion, leaving you with cartoonishly large udders at the end of each leg. With a great deal of effort, you lift one of the massive bags off the floor using only the strength of your leg. It drooped uselessly, disobeying even the simplest commands for movement.
You let the mass fall back to the floor, causing a brief pulse of pressure as it slapped the hay-covered ground. You needed to move, and that meant standing on these things.
You drag yourself to the doorway. Using both arms like a vice, you grapple onto the opening and force your body to lift itself onto your new feet.
The sensation was unlike any other. Your feet were large enough to hold your body weight, but it was like standing on butter. Worse yet, the pain you felt when putting your weight on these udders was nearly unbearable. You considered crawling on all fours, or maybe just your elbows and knees, to avoid this. But that meant you wouldn’t be able to lead the cow around.
You take a shaky step forward. With what felt like at least sixty extra pounds of weight to each foot, you could do little more than drag the fleshy mass, causing it to catch more than a few straws of hay. Unfortunately, even this momentary weight shift caused enough pressure to be placed on your standing foot-udder to cause it to leak milk, making you briefly spasm.
How the hell did the devs expect you to get anywhere in a state like this?!
It was then a voice perked up in your head. “Raise the Steaks perk has transformed into the following:
“Milk Abomination: Cows and bulls are no longer aggressive. Receive a special ending if captured by a milk machine.”
Looking down at your watch, it now simply said “exit available.”