Trish and Sam spent the next half-hour window shopping. Instead of stopping at department stores, however, they looked at antique shops and other various places. Sam pulled Trish into a small shop that sold craft supplies.
"I've been teaching myself book binding," she explained as they navigated the narrow aisles. "There's a lot of neat tricks to prettying up a book cover."
Trish fell back slowly, until she had totally lost Sam to a different aisle. She got out the remote for what felt like the fiftieth time that day, although the device seemed as unfamiliar to her as the minute she found it in her bedroom.
This time, she was particularly interested in the Acceptance settings. Changing individual forms, she could get her head around, but how was it able to completely alter the world the way it had?
Browsing through several menus, she came up with nothing. The Acceptance setting didn't seem to go into as much detail as the transformative options. All she could do was control how many people would regard the selected transformations as normal.
She went back to the cow menu and examined her other options. Among the settings for horn length and tail cuff color, she noticed a sub-menu for her breasts. Inside of that, she found a list of variables such as "Nipple Length" and "Lactation Frequency."
It was rather perverted, she thought, but then with the degree of specialization the remote had to offer, these kinds of details seemed perfectly logical. She toyed with some of the settings, which were configured by numeric values. Overall, the Breast value had a "Quantity" that was set to "2." She noticed it could be increased in single digits, not in pairs, as when she hit the Up button it went to "3" and then to "4." She pictured a three-breasted chest in her mind and got a little creeped out. She went down to "Lactation Frequency," which was at "0 (no lactation)," and hit the Up arrow once. It changed to ".1 gallon/day." She kept hitting Up to see how high it would go. It passed "1 gallon" and "2 gallons," and even "3 gallons."
"That's a lot of milk," Trish said to herself.
"Check this out!" came Sam's voice from directly behind her. Trish shouted in surprise, spinning around and fumbling with the remote to hide it behind her back. She saw a pair of flashes before managing to hide it.
"Sorry I startled you," Sam said. "But check these out!" Sam held up a pair of diamond-patterned fabrics. One of them was made partly out of a shimmery gold material woven among black and maroon. The other was a similar pattern using silver, gray and navy. "They reminded me of us," she smiled. "I can bind two diaries with these; one for you and one for me."
Trish tried to smile. She didn't particularly want a diary, but it was always cool to see Sam going into writer/artist mode. What was of primary concern at the moment, however, was what she had just done with the remote.
Already she could feel an odd pressure in her chest. Her fears were confirmed when she saw two bulges pushing out the fur beneath Sam's breasts.
"Umm...Trish? Why are you staring at my breasts?"
"They're...uh..." Trish was having trouble concentrating because of the strange feelings her own growing mounds were creating. "We're growing...more of them."
"Huh?" Sam cocked her head to the side and then looked at Tricia's chest. "I only count four."
"You ONLY--?" Trish gasped as the feelings began to subside. Sam's second pair of breasts was almost fully formed. A small bit of dark-colored nipple poked through the black fur on both of them. The mounds were of proportional size to the ones Sam already had, which Trish had artificially grown to D-cup. Tricia suspected her new breasts were B-cup to match her original pair.
"You're seriously losing it today," Sam said. She started walking down the aisle. "Unless you want to get something, I'm ready to check out."
Trish stammered "O-okay," then discretely slipped the remote back in her purse. She'd already done enough damage for the time being, and she still didn't want Sam to catch onto what was going on. Before putting it all the way in, she glanced at the remote's screen to find out what their amount of lactation had been set at.
The remote registered "4.2 gallons/day."