You're suddenly struck with another fit of nausea and brought to your knees as you once again vomit up some of the contents of your stomach, leaving yet another puddle of latex sitting on the ground. Looking down at your gut, you're relieved to see that its regained its former shape, though the other "embellishments" that the latex caused remain. Your relief is short-lived, however, when you realize that you've unleashed yet another puddle of the substance that did this to you.
Now that your belly's back to normal, you have no issue standing before the latex can make a move. You do, however, have a problem making a hasty escape, as the udder makes it impossible for you to run without causing it to swing about painfully, slapping against your legs. You still try to walk away from that latex, but it grows ever nearer, its black surface flowing across the ground and getting closer by the second. You only become more worried as four long, tentacle-like protrusions begin to extend from it (you've been on the internet, you know what THOSE are for). In fact, you're so distracted by the sludge that approaches you that you manage to trip, barely turning yourself to keep that sensitive udder and those breasts from smashing against the ground and landing on your side. You manage to roll onto your back, but by the it's upon you, its tentacles lunging for you, shooting for your pants...
And yet, they don't shoot down your pants. Instead, they attach to the nipples on your udder. You can feel the entity pumping at them, an almost sensual sensation, and watch as liquid seems to travel up its tentacles and towards its mass. It's... milking you?!? Shocking though it seems, that's apparently what's happening: it's pulling the plentiful liquid from your udder, and as it does you can see the pink mass decreasing in size. It's going to remove it! Or not. Unfortunately, just as the udder has shrunk to be a small, pink latex lump with tiny nubs for nipples, the tentacles pull back and cause it to stop shrinking. You also feel a stirring on your chest as the breasts that created that udder in the first place fall away and roll towards the creature, entering its mass. Finally, it returns to its elephant form and jumps into some nearby bushes, making its escape.
So it just did all that to you to get some milk?! You stand up, furious at what you just went through all for a drink for some disgusting latex elephant, just about ready to burst. Still, at least it left you... no, wait. Remembering how it had left, you pull your shirt up and your pants down just slightly and examine yourself. The udder's still there, much smaller perhaps, but still attached. You still can't manage to get it off, and it's still rather sensitive, though not quite as much as when it was larger. Still, why would it just leave this thing on you? On this thought, you notice the slightest bit of white liquid dripping from the nipples. This is just great; on top of everything, you're leaking now.