Joanna followed her mom into room 12. The walk towards was only passed 5 other rooms, but it felt like she had walked a marathon. Her udder was still growing with each passing minute. Her breasts were aching. She licked her lips as the entered the room.
It was a very neat room. A massive person length mirror stood in the center of the room. Surrounded by sowing supplies of various sizes and colors. Mom was standing by a long rack of fabrics of different colors.
A luxurious looking waiting chair was positioned near the mirror. Joanna started towards it. She needed some support for her breasts and udder and sitting down would be just the thing. Mom however either had the same idea or just didn't want Joanna to sit and seemed to almost teleport into the chair. Her eyes trained on what was once her son. Her look seemingly asking her to challenge her again.
Joanna however turned away, surely there must be something else to provide her with some relief. She felt like she was going to explode if this took any longer.
She looked in the mirror. She put her hands on her bloated udder and licked her lips. The way this was going her udder was going to match her ass before long. How the hell was she going to get home?
But salvation entered the room and gasped. Visibly taken aback he quickly recomposed himself. "Hi, I'm Antonio. I hear that you need some covering up. I must say, I am only a trainnee. But I will do my utmost to serve you and I cut my lunch short to give us extra time. We pride ourselves on our good service."
Joanna licked her lips. Finally some luck. "Thanks Antonio."
Mom however was visibly less happy with Antonio's decision to come quicker.
Despite his claims of being only a trainee, Antonio brandished his tape measure like a pro. At least as far as Joanna could see him below her breasts and udder.
"Did you pick some fabrics out yet?" He asked from below her.
"We'll take the A1." Mom said.
"Are you sure? That fabric, while strong isn't the most comfortable for sensitive body parts like udders."
"Yes, it's fine."
"Are you okay with this as well miss?" Antonia said, looking at Joanna from just above her aching udder.
She didn't want to piss off her mom right now. But she had to speak her mind. "No, I would like a softer material. But I think having a strong material would be better considering how big and heavy my ...udder is." Nothing changed fortunately. That last minute addition saved her.
Her took her measurements, bolted away. He pulled the fabric down from the rack and, slowly yet accurately cut the fabric into pieces. Every few snips of the gilded scissors she could feel her udder pulse. She rubbed the tout sensative flesh and licked her lips.
He then came back and help up the fabric, fitting it around her udder. It didn't fit. He seemed surprised.
"I'm sorry. I appear to have made a miscalculation. We'll take care of the cost of the lost fabric obviously. Please allow me to try this again."
He once again took out his measure and slowly cut the fabric up again.
Joanna looked at the mirror. The udder stuck out more than ever. Obscuring her entire upper legs with being so big she began to worry if she could even reach her teats. As she waited, she saw it grow yet again. No, matching her ass wouldn't take long at all. She needed to get out of here.
Antonio returned and help up the fabric. "I...I can't believe this. I miscalculated again." Antonio, once filled with pride seemed heartbroken at his second failure to account for Joanna's growth.
She could see her mother smiling to the side.
"Antonio, I think you should cut it a little wider. I...have a ...condition that causes my udder to grow."
Antonio's eyes lit up. "Truly?" Without asking he put his hands on her udder and waited a minute. Only to feel the pulse. "That explains it! My inexperience is the cause of this. I apologize. Allow me to show you what the number 1 trainee can do!"
He took the measurements again and in a whirlwind of activity cut the fabric up and repurposed a piece of the previous fabric.
This time, it fit. "And room to grow!" He said beaming with pride.
He hadn't lied about the fabric's quality. It felt strong, but the inside was rough. Not painfully so, but stradling the line between pleasure and pain. As long as she kept her udder small it should be closer to the pleasure side.
She looked at herself. "Small. Hah!"
It took another agonizing 15 minutes for Antonio to finish his design. It looked like an oversized fannypack once finished. But, it did provide her with both coverup and support. Her udder was as big as her ass was now. There was no way she was going to fit in a seat in the car. What was she going to do! She needed to be milked!