I tried calling at least ten times but no one ever picked up. I looked back at my former girlfriend turned into a giant udder. I felt like throwing up. I left the room, shut the door and made my way to the garage. On the side of the Chronivac was an address. If I couldn't reach the bastards by phone, I'd just have to walk right in there. In my mind I told myself Allison would be all right until I got back.
When I opened the garage door, I was treated to a horrifying sight I had never even seen before. Everyone was turning into giant udders...
All around me were screaming people in various states of change. A twisted woman whose swollen feet burst out of her shoes, causing her to topple over, an unidentifiable person clutching on to their head as it collapsed with a sickening crunch, my neighbor running out of his home, his former penis now deformed, round, and incredibly massive, spitting out milk at unfathomable rates. It appeared as though his body was being absorbed into it. Within seconds his dick transformed into a giant udder while the rest of his body ceased to exist. Knowing him, he was most likely masturbating when it began.
This time I did throw up. I got in the car and sped away. All over the city were grand displays of carnage. Cars piloted by transforming or transformed individuals spun out of control, people, or rather, udders, jumped out of buildings, playgrounds were littered with slightly smaller udders stuck in slides, tunnels, ropes, etc. I couldn't bear to look. The Chronivac was malfunctioning in the extreme. Everyone on Earth was turning into giant udders. I had to do something fast. Perhaps there was something at the main facility that could reverse the changes.
3 Days Later:
Getting there is harder than I though it would be. There are udders everywhere. The sheer psychological shock alone almost drove me mad. My penis-udder was shrinking at least. The teats were much smaller and my scrotum had at least returned. From what I could tell, the hole at the tip was returning. I had a nagging feeling that, once it had returned to normal, I would change just like the rest of them.
Day 7:
At last I reached the factory. As I suspected, giant udders littered the area. Workers I assumed. Before me lay the answer, a way to end this nightmare. I began walking.