Your mechanical captor continues to drag you under itself as the other three machines surround you. There was some distant hope that maybe they’d reset and patrol away, but as the tubes attached to your udder, it seemed like the other machines were very willing to wait their turn as they stood perfectly still, looming over you.
“Creating surplus,” chimed the first machine. That blissful feeling returned, but it was not nearly as effective at wiping out your logical half this time around. Sure, it felt like you were getting off several times per second, but now that you’d had some time to get used to the sensations of your udder, the distinct feeling of it expanding outward weighed heavily on your mind.
You could only sit and watch as the machine did its business, growing your udder inch by inch. It was ridiculously large, causing the machine to spread its tubes further and further apart as it continued to pump this growth-inducing fluid into you, until it finally ended.
As the first called out “operation complete,” there was a brief scuffle among the remaining machines as they tried to claim your body. As this second dragged you under it, you could feel your udder had much more deciding power in where you were going, even among these machines that could easily overpower you. With that decided, the two losers shuffled out of the way so your finished captor could leave the room.
The second was much like the first, except there was less joy and more nausea as this new source pumped what it had into you. As it completed its work, your udder spilled over both sides of your hips, its flesh weighing heavily from just below your ribs to somewhere above your knees.
Once the second machine dislodged itself from you, the third machine managed to get a good hold and drag you under it without much competition from the last. This nauseous feeling continued to mount as you felt it pulse outward even further. One thing that broke up the monotony was the sudden sharp sting of cold, as apparently your udder had grown so large that its mountainous top had collided with the underside of your mechanical tormentor. You spent the remaining time watching as the udder slowly covered more of your body, like some kind of organic, misshapen blanket. At last, the third freed you, meaning you only had one left to go.
The last machine barely needed to restrain you, or it couldn’t properly pin down your upper body around this udder its friends had created. Instead, it latched onto your legs and began the process one last time. You knew you couldn’t fight it off and you didn’t want to risk having it do this twice, so you simply used this modicum of freedom to feel your udder grow beneath your hands.
Each pulse from the machine caused the tiniest amount of growth. Pushing your hands into the mass gave way for the first few inches, but then there was too much milk or fat under pressure to push much further. It also increased the amount of nausea you felt to press into it like that, so you quickly returned to simply feeling it grow.
You couldn’t properly sit up, due to how large the udder had become, but you were certain it’d be taller than your upper half if you could. And yet, the machine continued to pump more in.
Finally, the machine stopped. It sang the same phrase as all the others, peeled itself from you, and crawled out the door, leaving you with this horrifically large udder.
You first attempt to sit up, but the udder is blocking everything from your chest to your knees. You roll onto your side, or more accurately, your udder’s side. You need to suspend yourself slightly above ground level to let the udder have enough space to settle. After doing that, you simply roll 90 degrees so you’re in a crouched, but upright, position. You try to stand fully upright, but the udder is simply too heavy to lift off the ground.
It seemed however much this udder weighed, it was now beyond your ability to lift it. It was close to 3.5 feet tall, and presumably about as wide. The game had said a movement slow, but you hadn’t expected this extreme of a result! Frustrated, you pull backwards as hard as you can. To your surprise, you could still drag the massive mammary. However, the thought of exploring these corridors rear-first and as slow as you are was far from desirable.
It was then a voice echoed through your head. “Raise the Steaks perk has transformed into the following:
“Prize Cow: Cows are no longer aggressive. Receive a special ending if captured by a milk machine or bull.”
Looking down at your watch, it now simply said “exit available.”