It didn't take long for them to return to their barn, however Heather nearly didn't make it. She had just entered the "laying room" as it was dubbed. When Rebecca followed her in, she was surprised to find that it was just a room filled with many rows of special chairs that you would often find in gynaecology examination rooms. The one difference was that each chair had a padded basket right infront of where the girl who sits in it's pussy would be.
The large room only had a few others inside at the moment. Additionally, everyone were either clustered into small groups, or relatively spaced apart. Heather took the first available chair and had just managed to get her feet into their stirrups when her first egg began to crown, before plopping out into the basket.
"Damn that was fucking close. You seriously can't hold these in at all. When they are ready, they are comming out, period. Even if it is against your will." Heather said, while her face became a mixture of both relief and mild pain. "They say that once my cloaca finishes forming that the pain I feel now will be replaced with pleasure... but I can't say that this is a fun experience right now. Hehe. Fuck."
Rebecca stood next to Heather and simply watched as egg after egg fell into the basket. 3. 4. 5. And then just as Heather was about to get up, a 6th and final one. "You laid 6 of them this time." Commented Rebecca, as she held Heather's now sweaty hand.
"Fucking yeah I did. That last one caught me completely off guard. They said that I should only lay at max, 5 of them until tomorrow night. Wonder if what we did today had any relation to that?"
"I don't know? Maybe you have just a talent for egg making?" Joked Rebecca.
"Haha, you think? Well if I have an egg making talent, then you must have been the descendent of a prise winning dairy cow or something, Miss. Leaky Tits."
At first, Heather's comment confused Rebecca, it was only now that her attention was no longer focused on her friend's egg laying, did she realize that her boobd had once again started to trickle out milk, creating a small pool at her feet which was slowly moving towards one of the floor drains. "Damn these things can sure make a mess sometimes" Rebecca lightheartedly complained, giving her boobs a gental squeeze which caused her slow trickle of milk to suddenly spray out like a squirt gun. When she saw that, she quickly let them go, feeling them hurt a bit as they bounce around. This would be something she would need to get use to, since at the moment, her boobs were no where near their full size yet. Maybe she should look for a special bra with nipple holes. Either way, she had to empty her boobs once again.
"Hey, now that I am all set for a while, let me drop these off and then get you taken care of too." Said Heather who had just gotten out of the chair. She collected her basket and placed it on a counter, writing her name on it with a near by pen, and handed it off through a small box in the wall, while receiving a new basket in return to replace it with. Meanwhile, Rebecca was pinching her nipples to stop their endless flow, however the longer she held them, the greater the soreness she felt which came from inside them. However, at least she wasn't making a mess anymore. Seeing this, Heather quickly replaced the basket and told her she would to follow her to her room to get more bottles.
Thankfully, it was only a minute or so before they reached Rebecca's room and Heather took over "milk control" duty, albeit by latching her mouth onto her left boob while she pinched the right as Rebecca prepared the pumps. She almost panicked because she had forgotten to ask about getting more bottles, but fortunately for her, a package containing 10 more had been left for her on one the table. Maybe they just give her more as she uses them? Either way she was glad to have them as she grabbed 4 of them, just in case 2 was not enough. But upon a futher thought, she put 2 of them back.
Rebecca hooked up one of the pumps and had Beather swap over to her right boob, as she attached the pump to her left, to finish off what Heather started. And took a seat on her bed, with Heather laying down with her head on her lap. It only took a few minutes before her left boob dried up. About a little more than half of the bottle was filled by then, and she was tempted to have Heather stop suckling, but in the end decided to just let her drink for a bit longer. After another couple of minutes, she finally detached, and Rebecca pumped the rest, filling the bottle and only about a quarter of the second, which she ended up just drinking herself, curious about how she tasted. After drinking the milk, she came to the conclusion that while it wasn't bad, its taste wasn't anything amazing either. Rebecca figured that it was probably due to her being mid-transformation still, and likely would improve after her boobs became the human equivalent of fully functioning udders. That being said, Heather seemed to enjoy it well enough, which made her feel a bit of self pride that her milk tasted good enough for her to drink quite a bit of it.
Now that Rebecca was "empty" once again, she grabbed a few bottles, along with her pumps and the filled bottle. Meanwhile, Heather had dug through her collection of toys and picked out a few of them that she felt they would definitely be using later. Now that the both of them were all set, Heather lead Rebecca down to her own room, stopping to drop off the full milk bottle along the way.
Heather's room was fairly similar to Rebecca's, save for the inclusion of a single wooden beam which was attached to the back and right side walls near the back of the room. Opposite from that was a normal bed. And at the for of it, was what appeared to be a large bird's nest. Other than that, everything was the same as her own room. Heather figured Rebecca would ask, so she took the initiative and informed her. "In case you were wondering, I sleep in the bed. The nest and perch are probably used by other variants if I had to guess."
"I was just about to ask if you had ever used either of them." Laughed Rebecca.
"The nest, no. But I have had a few, alternative use, ideas for the perch. Let's just say, I know whether or not a pair of handcuffs could fit around it" Heather said while pretending to be innocent. Only to ruin the act by whispering "here's a hint, they do." The hint had made Rebecca almost want to question whether she actually should stay the night or not. And Heather's devious grin didn't help since it put her a bit on edge. But it really wasn't that big of a deal in the end since they were friends who would be literally fucking one another a lot from now on anyways.
After they set down their things, Heather sneakily picked up the same vibrator she had used before. "Alright, lets get you all hooked up." She said as she pushed the lubricated vib into Rebecca's ass once again, causing her to actually let out a moo in surprise. "Oh don't worry, I will have you mooing your heart out by the end of tonight."