Naturally

"H-hello?" you call out while carefully walking towards the opening and peering inside. You can't help but groan as you instinctively bend, your breasts sloshing with fluid as you leaned down towards the hole. "Is there someone there?"

The hole is not very deep, but when you bend down you feel like you can barely fit inside, moving some of the remains of the machine out of the way. Your enlarged breasts actually hit your knees as you do, spraying the ground with a quick shot of milk, a feeling you definitely weren't expecting. There's enough light to make out an outline, however- no more than a foot inside of the hole is a chest, about knee-high.

In hopes of new clothing, a potion, really anything to help your current condition, you reach for the chest. The chest is tricky to extract from the hole, but moving a few more pieces of the machine gives enough room to squeeze it out. Surprisingly, the top opens easily, and it doesn't appear to be a trap, but you're not exactly excited about what you find. Most of the chest is simply filled with a velvet covering, and lying in the dead center is a pristine cowbell, a bright, shining silver with a small leather strap secured by a simply clasp.

You simply groan, push the bell away slightly, and turn. It's almost as if these dungeons are mocking you for the strange predicament that the flowers sent you towards. Looking out at the room, you try to determine where to go next.