Rebecca finished up in the shower, but didn't bother getting dressed. If Heather was going around bottomless, she might as well show it all off. A pair of sandals, found in the closet, were all she really needed anyway.
"Already going naked?"
"Might as well. I mean, no one's gonna believe I'm a cow if they can't see my girls." She caressed her breasts, still a little sore from the growth.
"You look like you're having fun with it, at least." Heather took her phone out of her bra. "I've got.. an hour or two until I have to lay again. Want to go outside and look around?"
"Sure, but.. where am I going to put my phone? I don't have pockets."
Heather opened the closet door and looked around. "Your closet's a little different than mine is. There's a bunch of pieces for your breast pumps in here.. oh, here it is!" She removed a small purse with a shoulder strap. "I've got one too, but I left it in my room."
Rebecca put it over her shoulder, and left the barn with Heather. The paths outside were paved, but with a hard rubbery material instead of asphalt. She couldn't figure out why, until a centaur pulling a small wagon with some sheep in the back rode by - the rubbery material was to protect their hooves from wearing down they way they would on pavement.
Rebecca was also very glad she hadn't chosen to be a sheep. Some of the sheep were bearing an enormous amount of wool, enough that even in the relatively mild spring weather she was surprised they weren't suffering from heat exhaustion.
The farm was mostly nearly identical barns, identified only by numbers: Rebecca and Heather had come from Barn 18. Near the center, the barns started to thin out, and different buildings began to take their place.
"Oh my god, a noodle place! And ice cream!" Heather cried. "I thought I was going to be on nothing but seed for the next two years. C'mon, let's get an ice cream."
Rebecca followed Heather into the ice cream bar. Most of the clientele seemed to be sheep and chickens, the latter of which seemed to come in different types. Some were mostly chicken from the waist down, while others still had mostly human heads with hair on them but were coated in feathers from the neck down, their arms turned into a hybrid of human arm and chicken wing. Still others had gone full-on anthro chicken, complete with beaks and a total lack of hair.
"Can I get you two anything?"
Rebecca looked behind the counter, where she spotted a fully-transformed cowgirl wearing a pair of denim overalls.. and not much else. Her breasts were indescribably large, nearly the size of her head and well beyond any bra ever made for a human. While her face was still mostly human, she had horns and cow ears, and a black spot over one eye. For the first time, Rebecca experienced breast envy. Why couldn't hers be that big?
"I'll have.. chocolate dipped in chocolate with sprinkles on top. That was my favorite as a kid, before nobody could get milk anymore," Heather said.
The cowgirl laughed. "That'll never be a problem here. I just pumped my eighth gallon today. We'll run out of everything else before we run out of milk. And for you?"
Rebecca's mouth was gaping. Eight gallons!? She'd pumped maybe 50 milliliters earlier. It'd take her months to pump 8 gallons! "Um.. a cone of vanilla soft-serve?"
"Coming right up. Just find a table and I'll bring it over to you."
Rebecca and Heather sat down at a table against the wall. "I hope I look like that when I'm done," Rebecca said.
The cowgirl server returned with a tray, and handed them their ice cream. Rebecca caught herself staring again. The cowgirl had a massive bulge in the front of her overalls, and walked on massive hooves instead of feet. A black-and-white furred tail swished behind her when she stopped to hand them the ice cream.
"Sorry if you're busy, but I just had a question," Heather said. "Why do all the chickens over there look so different?"
"Oh, that's an easy one. See, your standard chickengirl is like that," she said, nodding toward one of the chickens with only their bottom half transformed. "You don't really need your top half changed to make eggs, not like us cows. There's a skin cream for chickens that promotes feather growth. Those are the ones with their heads unchanged, they're usually like that for the winter months and molt in the summer. Then there's the ones who get a second shot to just go full-on anthro chicken."
"But why do some of them.. why do some have breasts and others don't?"
The cowgirl smiled. "That.. would be a secret. I could show you once you're done, provided you're willing to keep it that way. Probably want to keep your boyfriend away though."
Rebecca realized the cowgirl was talking about her. "I'm a girl, actually. Cow program."
The cowgirl looked a little shocked. "Don't see too many of those anymore. Then sure, you can come too. Meet me up by the counter."
Rebecca wolfed down her cone, and Heather wasn't far behind her.
"That was quick," the cowgirl said. "Hey, June! I'm taking a pumping break! Can you cover the counter?"
The cowgirl lead them through the back door, past the ice cream freezer and into a room that looked like a combination of an office break room and a dairy barn. "I'm surprised you two haven't figured it out already." She looked at Heather. "You've been milking her, right? Or is someone else doing that?"
"I think she milks herself. We just got here today."
"Then you're missing out." She turned to Rebecca. "They've got you putting your milk somewhere, right? Do you know why they do that?"
"It's so they can sell it, right? That's what they told me."
The cowgirl laughed. "They do it because they can't sell it. That shot they gave you to get you lactating? It's leaking hormones into your milk. They can filter those out in processing, but you don't make enough for that to be cost-effective. I was gonna give you some hormone patches, but I don't need to. All I need to do is teach your girlfriend how to milk you. What're your names?"
"I'm Heather and she's Rebecca."
"I'm Chloe," the cowgirl said. "So let's get you two started. Breastfeeding 101."
Chloe arranged Heather and Rebecca on a nearby couch, with Heather cradled in Rebecca's arm, her head inches from Rebecca's breast.
"This is the best way to get Rebecca's milk started. Just suckle until she lets down. Drink what you want, pump the rest, then suckle some more. The trick is to be consistent."
Heather turned her head and started sucking on Rebecca's nipple. At first, she wasn't sure she was doing it right, but then she tasted a drop of sweet, creamy milk. With each movement of her lips, she was rewarded with more, until suddenly the flow stopped. She remembered Chloe's instructions and kept nursing until she felt a tap on her shoulder.
"If there's no more milk coming out, it's time to switch breasts."
She did, and could immediately feel a difference. Rebecca had gone from merely supporting her to cradling her, her other hand gently brushing Heather's thigh. She closed her eyes and nursed, feeling more peaceful than she had in a long time. She sat back up. Chloe was gone, and Rebecca looked like she was in a trance.
"Rebecca?"
"Moo? Oh.. you're done? That was nice, wasn't it?"
"Did you just moo?"
"Oh, yeah. Chloe came up and whispered it in my ear. It's like a secret mantra for cows."
Heather felt a pressure in her stomach. "Crap! I've got to lay. Let's go back to the barn."