You wake up. It's still late, and the sun isn't out yet, but you've got to take a leak so you step out of bed. As you do, your foot hits something squishy.
You pick the thing up. What the heck is it? It feels fairly smooth, and from the slight bit of moonlight coming into your room you can see that it's a sort of pinkish color and somewhat shiny. It's kind of round, but it has a flat side and opposite that there are four... they look like...
You burst out laughing when you see what it is. A few days ago, you and your friend had been laughing about the sorts of crazy sex toys people can get, and at some point it ended up being a debate over whether or not they sold fake udders. You said there was no way they would. Judging by what you're holding in your hands, you were wrong. Of course, that friend must have seen the fake latex udder somewhere and bought it just for you (though you have NO idea what he'd be doing shopping in a store like that).
Once you get over the humor of it all, you start to get curious. The udder has no belt or straps, but the flat side seems to have just enough curve to fit someone's lower gut, which implies that it's meant to be worn. But how could it hold on, you wonder? Suction? Maybe a special adhesive? Knowing there's only one way to find out, you press it to the appropriate spot and... it sticks! Impressive! You move around a bit, giggling as the thing jiggles around. It's got quite a bit of cling! Oh well, you've had quite enough fun with it. Time to take it off and-
Wait a second, where's the edge? You can feel where the udder is attached with your hands, can see exactly where skin stops and latex begins, but there's no edge to it! It's almost like the latex has just replaced the skin underneath it, and hard as you might try you can't find so much as a crease between yourself and the udder.