Ayane's host mother entered to find her on all fours, sobbing uncontrolably.
"Are you all right?" she asked, just as concerned for her as she would be for her real daughter.
Ayane couldn't answer. She started to stammer a bit, but was too gripped by tears that she couldn't do much more than stutter. Her host mother rushed to her side and quickly saw what had happened. Her eyed grew wide with shock.
"What happened?" she frantically asked.
Ayane explained as best as she could, feelingly slightly relieved that someone was now with her. Her host mom helped her into a sitting position and gently massaged her udder.
"I used to live on a farm," she explained, being very careful as to how she worded things. "You're getting full, and in a short while it's all going to have to come out."
Ayane leaned against her, her sobbing having quieted considerably.
"We'll figure out how to undo this," her host mother continued as she comforted the young Japanese student. "And once the milk is gone, we'll be able to hide your udder better."
"Will I always be a freak?" Ayane asked.
"You never were one," her host mother reassured her. She looked at the student with a twinge of uncertainty, though. If she couldn't find a way to return her to normal, she wondered if she'd have to face any international laws. What were the laws for this kind of thing, anyway?
Ayane's host mother then helped her to her desk and encouraged her to keep doing her homework while she searched for some larger shirts for her.
When she returned, she was carrying an oversized white T-shirt, and brought it over to Ayane, who was doubled over in her chair and clutching her udders.
"I'm very full," she complained. "I don't think I can hold anything more."
Her host mother gently felt her udders before ordering Ayane on all fours, forcing the udders to hang painfully below her. Placing a small bucking under her, she began to squeaze out the milk, giving Ayane a sense of relief like she'd never felt before.