Dinner was fairly uneventful to say the least. Heather hadn't been kidding, reguardless of how she phrased it, when she said that it pretty much was just a massive salad bar. Rows upon rows of metal vats containing a wide assortment of vegetables, hay, grass, cornmeal, and finally, and to Rebecca's surprise, a huge bin full of very tiny gravel stones. Heather noticed it too and was wondering about it too when she thought of something.
"That's probably for those who get the second shot. I have heard that many birds eat tiny stones to help them digest their food. That's likely what that is for."
"Huh, sounds unappealing to have to eat a bunch of rocks." Rebecca had no intention on trying it either, greens were enough for her, and maybe some hay later, just to test it out. Interestingly, when they got in line, insisted of plates, Heather was handed a bowl with a sealable lid and Rebecca was given a fairly large bag. Looking around, both of them finally realized that there were not a lot of seating options. Apparently most of the others just took their food with them to their rooms or somewhere else, which would explain the need for the bowl lid and the bag. After grabbing their food, 1 bowl of corn meal, and a bag full of various vegetables, grass, and a single clump of hay, they then headed back to Heather's room.
When they got inside, Heather set down her bowl and moved over to her bed while Rebecca went over to the table to begin unloading some of her food. Heather walked back over to the table with a smirk on her face that she was doing a poor job of trying to hide. She waited for just the right moment and clicked the button on the remote she picked back up since she had forgotten to take it with her. Rebecca suddenly let out a loud Moo and fell down onto all fours in her mating pose once again while panting heavily.
Like a faucet that hadn't been fully shut off, her pussy juice was dripping steadily from her cock and slit, while milk beads were beginning to form on her breasts. Heather squatted down beside her and placed her bowl underneath Rebecca's boobs. She then began milking them, while spraying the milk into her bowl. Rebecca on tge other hand was unable to move. It was taking every last bit of her willpower to just remain standing upright while down on all fours. Heather's milking of her boobs was completely out of her hands for the moment. So she just had to sit through it. In her head though, she was loving just about every second of this. She was not too big on being surprised like that, but there was a subtle kinkiness to being completely at Heather's mercy that was starting to turn her on more than just a little bit. It reminded her that Heather had mentioned something about handcuffs too. 'Maybe after eating we could play around a bit?' She thought.
After a few more seconds, Heather finished milking down her corn meal and set the bowl on the table before moving over to the back side of Rebecca. She stuck a finger into Rebecca's forming pussy and pulled out a glob of cum before sticking her finger infront of Rebecca's mouth. "Come on. Every girl tastes herself at least once in her life."
With a Moo, Rebecca licks at the cum on the finger hesitantly at first before finally sticking the finger inside her mouth to suck it clean after finding out that she rather liked how she tastes. At that, Heather clicks the remote down to 1, the lowest setting besides off. Rebecca let out a sigh of both relief and mild disappointment as she was sort of close to coming. But she could still feel the vib running inside her ass, so her level of arousal was not decreasing either. It was like it was just frozen in place. But she could move and think normally once again, so she didn't make a big fuss over it as it was also a bit exciting.
Finally she was able to eat. Both of them ate as if they had been starved for days, finishing everything in front of them in just a manner of minutes. Granted that Rebecca had still 3/4" of her bag left as she had only taken out 1/4" of the food inside it. They still ate quite a lot. Even Heather was surprised at how much she loved her cornmeal and milk. It was almost like oatmeal, and she was tempted to try it heated up later on. Chicken's rooms had microwaves inside of them as sometimes they could get a bit of meat to heat up an eat or instead of Heather's "bootleg oatmeal", some actual oatmeal. Cow's unfortunately had no microwave in their rooms. But it made sence, since the quantity they consumed was far greater than that of chickens, so coocking a pack of steamed vegetables would require numerous packs to be made, which was way too expensive to be worth the extra hastle. Plus, they could always just barrow someones if they had too anyways.
All throughout dinner, Rebecca's boobs were slowly dripping milk. Each at a rate of about a drop every 10-15 seconds or so. It was slow enough to where she didn't feel it happening, until the cool droplets landed in her lap. After eating, Rebecca went over and sat down on Heather's bed at Heather's request.
"Man, those dont ever stop do they" commented Heather, who after placing her bowl into the sink, sprawled out onto her bed, specifically using Rebecca's lap for a pillow. She then placed her lips over the left nipple and began suckling. Rebecca held Heather like she did before and just let the chickengirl empty her breasts completely. She surely would have pleanty to bottle for tonight's "session" so that she wouldn't appear abnormal. Although if she were being honest, she already felt that she was producing way too much for where she should be at in her transformation progression. No other cow had filled 2 bottles in a single go yet, and she was nearing that amount at a rapid speed. She already had filled up 1 entire bottle, and that was only using about 1/3 of what she could have used if Heather hadn't already suckled out well over half it it prior too.
She did wonder why she was so efficient at producing milk. Maybe she should ask about it the next time she sees Chloe. It was then a knock sounded from the door.