You concede defeat as the machine lines up its suction cups, but then a beeping noise erupted from the other three. It seemed to cause your captor to freeze, then shift you away from it. All four crowded around you, getting suffocatingly close to you.
The four machines slowly teased a tube toward you, but it wasn’t toward your udder. “Creating surplus” was spoken in unison as two tore off your shirt and snagged onto your chest, while the other two grabbed at an open space along your gut! There was a sad noise accompanied by “Apprentice Farmhand perk lost.”
No! They were going to give you breasts, you had to-
The suction process started, and you were immediately pushed back into that orgasmic experience you had felt once before. A flowing warmth permeated your entire being as the flow mounted far beyond what you had experienced the first time around. This warmth grew, becoming uncomfortably hot. You struggled to catch your breath, sweat began to bead and roll down the sides of your face.
You weren’t sure whether you wanted to orgasm, or throw up. You struggled to inhale, while exhaling was all too easy. You gulp and swallow what air you can as your senses return to you. You try to see what your captors are doing to you, but there’s a gargantuan wall of flesh blocking everything below your collarbone.
You begin to get a greater grip on reality as you realize you can already see at least 8 tubes within your limited line of vision, presumably attached to your body. In the most visible few, there was no doubt that a teat was within the glass cylinder. Of course it wasn’t just going to be breasts.
You were having trouble breathing because of the sheer weight that was being stuck on you. Not only that, but these gigantic pads of fat were making it a challenge to release heat from your body! You renew your struggles, but there was no chance of breaking free from four of these machines at once. You could only watch in silence as the weight increased, and more of your field of vision was consumed by these growing udders.
Finally, the machines began to slow. One after the next, “operation complete” was vocalized, and they began to retract their tubes from you. As the last machine coiled away, you tried to sit up.
You were woefully incapable of such movement. Confused and unable to look at the problem, you guide your hands over your body to get a better idea. Starting where you could see, you feel out the massive globe that was your upper left udder. Four hand-filling teats were at its far end, equally spaced. The fatty flesh pushed an awkward amount above you, but that didn’t take into account how wide it was, as well. It was practically hanging off your chest, but it was also pressed against your upper right udder.
Slipping a hand between the two was easy enough, but it grew painful to push the two apart. Worse yet, the same pressed nature seemed to occur between your upper and lower pairs of udders. You’ve yet to see the two gut-mounted masses, but they felt at least as large as the ones on your chest. Your hands struggled to fully reach the lower pair, as they seemed to span clear down to your hips.
This made your final, crotch-mounted udder the hardest to reach. However, you could tell after some careful moving of your legs that it was now being pressed down by the newly acquired masses on your gut. You couldn’t sit up because there was no space to bend your body like that!
You slowly drag yourself on your back to a nearby wall, then heave your body onto its side, causing a wave of sensation as all five udders bounce and slosh in protest. Ignoring it, you continue rolling over, causing the protest to turn to pain as your numerous sensitive assets now had to support the weight of your body.
You take a brief moment to recognize how it felt to both lay on a water bed while also being the water bed, then begin the arduous process of propping yourself against the wall to push yourself into a standing position with your legs.
Even after returning to a standing position, you were uncertain of how safe it’d be to leave the wall. You were absurdly front-heavy, and you could feel your original udder fighting a lot harder for space between your legs compared to before this ordeal.
After some careful practice, you found leaning backwards just enough allowed you to stay upright. It was just like carrying several heavy boxes, except they were fused to you and filled with liquid.
It was then a voice appeared 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.”
Thankfully, that meant your cow was still a friend. You’d briefly wondered what would happen if you were turned into a calf while you had five udders, but it seems the devs had thought far enough ahead to avoid that. Raising your watch above your massive chest, it now simply said “exit available.”