‘Oh, no,’ Alex thought, as he felt the udder tingle again, signifying another round of growth. Alex grimaced as the intensity of the tingling increased to an uncomfortable level, feeling worse than any of the changes that had come previously. Suddenly, without warning, the udder surged outwards again, its boundaries expanding even more quickly than before. Alex sputtered wordlessly as the udder nearly doubled in size. It flopped heavily between his knees, wobbling viciously as it settled into place. “Your udder has reached its maximum size, so the game is over.” Luke explained, eyeing Alex amusedly. “Any bigger and you’d be immobile, and we don’t want that, do we?”
‘MY udder,’ Alex thought despairingly, as he surveyed the damage that had been done to his body. If the udder had made him feel sick before, now he could only view it with shock, unable to believe that it was truly a part of him. The udder was simply huge… it looked like a gigantic pink beach ball had decided to attach itself to his abdomen. It hung ponderously between his legs, extending in one squishy, bulbous mass from his lower stomach to between his ankles. His pants and underwear had been forced down and were now pooled around his feet, leaving his backside exposed. His shirt rested on the top of the udder, leaving his belly bare as well. ‘At least I’m still a male,’ he thought, deliriously, feeling his cock twitch slightly in its now snug home beneath his udder.
Alex took a step towards Luke, ready to cry, beg, say, or do anything to get him to remove the ridiculous mammary. The udder, big as it was, pushed his legs apart, forcing him to waddle with slow, unsure steps. When in motion, the udder was impossible to ignore. It constantly brushed against his thighs and lower legs, distracting him with a strange, almost pleasurable sensation. It jiggled, swayed, and bounced uncontrollably with each step, pulling him off balance as he noticed the uncomfortable feeling of milk sloshing within its massive confines. Arching his back to compensate for the immense weight, he let loose a low moan as one of his four now long and puffy teats brushed the ground softly as his udder continued to sway. Reaching both hands to steady the great pink milk-bag accomplished nothing, as the additional force just caused the udder to flop heavily in a different direction.
“Look at the milker you’ve become! You may just be my best work yet,” Luke admired Alex’s new asset, clearly taking enjoyment in his distress. “You’ll certainly win best in show with that milk bag.” He winked, reaching out a long finger to poke Alex’s new squishy flesh. Alex gasped at the strange, uncomfortable sensation. “P.. Please, sir,” Alex whined pitifully, prodding gently at the udder himself, trying futilely to shift it into a more comfortable position. “I can’t live like this… this… freak! Please, make me normal again.”
“Normal again, eh?” Luke said, that devious smile never leaving his face. “All right, boy. As you wish. Although you may not be happy with the results.” Alex’s stomach sank, feeling like he had made a mistake, but it was too late, as Luke was once again snapping his fingers…