A week passed by, and for the most part, Heather and Rebecca's transformations had progressed relatively smoothly. Heather was already showing signs of lactating, as her breasts grew by about 2 full letter sizes.
Rebecca on the other hand, was very different than how she was a week ago. Sporting a pair of heavy, lactating JJ-cups, a cleanly shaven pussy, and the body of a lingerie model, she had finished transitioning into a woman. And yet despite having a naturally beautiful appearance which most women would kill for, she didn't have the personality to accompany it.
Over the last week, Rebecca had been more and more at Heather's mercy during their free time, and had developed quite the submissive mindset to her. Heather had become the leader, and she would happily follow her anywhere. Perhaps that part was some kind of hearding mentality she developed or something.
The other development of note was that just this morning, Rebecca for the first time felt her pussy begin having contractions. As she was still not fully use to not having a dick, she didn't realize the significance of such an event until Heather and Chloe spelled it out for her today.
"Seriously though, how didn't you realize that you were dry laying this morning? We've been doing the hybrid thing for a week now." Laughed Heather as she lead her completely naked companion back to their shared room. Rebecca groaned in embarrassment, still unable to accept how dumb she had been. It really should have been obvious to her.
Rebecca opened up her room and they walked inside. Heather left and stood on the 3" thick wooden dowel protruding from the wall. The perch had been installed per Rebecca's request, and now Heather stood on it quite a lot. Her feet already had begun reshaping a little bit too, and as gross as it looked, she could now fully wrap them around the perch to stabilize herself.
Rebecca sat down on her bed, being careful not to sit down on the small nub poking out
from the base of her spine. It was the beginning of what would soon become her tail, so she was learning to keep it in mind when sitting down. Her belly also was turning slightly pinkish in color too, and 4 small bumps were beginning to form, but it would still be about half a week before she could draw even a drop milk from her udder.
Her nipples were nearing 2 inches long as well, and stood out proudly on her enormous rack. She didn't mind them being so pronounced, and it made milking them by hand much easier too. Her bed also had been modified, and now had 2 large holes in it near the pillow end. She slept on her stomach now, and her melons would be fed through the holes to keep them out of the way, and to promote a much more uniform growth.
In terms of weights, Heather was now frighteningly light. At less than 60 pounds, the chicken girl could still not even hope to fly, though that never was going to happen anyways. And on the other end, largely thanks to her tits, Rebecca had put on another 20 pounds, bringing her up to about 140 pounds. She would still gain weight once her hips, ass, and legs began building a bit of muscle in order to carry around her milk filled boobs and eventual udder, but aside from that, her body should still remain relatively slender.
Rebecca was a bit glad to hear that, as she was worried that she would become some 800 pound beast of a cow-woman. Chloe had laughed after hearing about her concern. Then she asked Rebecca to look around and find the heaviest looking cow in sight.
Rebecca looked, but ultimately ended up saying one of the cows sitting and conversing with another looked the heaviest. Chloe laughed and nodded "damn right she is. That's Annabeth and, just between the three of us, rumor has it that she is pregnant with an actual calf. Apparently she is part of some kind of conservationist scheme or something to try and repopulate the cow's race through surrogate pregnancies. That's all I know about it though. But anyways, as you can no doubt tell, none of us cows are all that heavy set are we? Sure we may have a bit more muscle and curves here and there, but none of us are overweight, let alone obese."
Rebecca was really glad to learn that. Heather watched her partner in crime musing over her body and dug around her shirt's large front pocket until she found what she wanted. With a click, the cowgirl before her began to squirm and pant lewdly as the remote triggered vibrators taped both inside of her ass and shoved deep within her pussy to go off. The intensity was set to medium too.
So while Rebecca thrashed about in uncontrolled bliss on her bed, with hands furiously rubbing her pussy, Heather laughed and hopped off her perch to go dig through their combined collection for some new toys to play with. The wells in Rebecca's bed were quickly filling up as her movements caused streams of milk to spray out of her teats.
After another few seconds, Heather turned off the vibrators, and Rebecca rolled onto her back, catching her breath. Each time she breathed, a small trickle of milk escaped from her full breasts. She was in desperate need of a milking, but Heather had declared that she would be doing it for her tonight.
As she waited for Heather, Rebecca rubbed her hands over her body. The light fur that coated it was extremely soft and perfectly warm. Her pink tits were one of the few spots left on her body not covered by the short hairs, with the other spots being her face, future udder, and her pussy. And while her fur still was clear colored, she imagined that like the other cowgirls, she would be turning a nice tan color once the rest her colored furs finished growing in.
On the other hand, Heather now sported a rather fluffy white plumage all along her lower half. Kind of like she was wearing a feathered diaper. But they were soo soft to the touch. Heather returned from their toy box with what would become tonight's fun in her hands.