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Hirasawa jumped onto Comma as she entered her pen, attempting to hug her, but the farmgirl held her palms up to signal her to stop. She stopped, and looked at her for a moment before pushing her chest onto her exposed hands. "Calm, Hi-ra-sawa!" she said as she stepped backwards and retracted her hands. "Onto the bed. Massages happen there'. She signalled the place and the cowgirl happily hopped there and laid down. The farmgirl combed her hair with her fingers. This cowgirl is growing more sticky with each day, she thought.

The cowgirl hid her face behind her dainty hands playfully as Comma approached her, and looked at her from an odd angle with guile. "Wut?" said a not-so-stern tone. She wasn't in the mood for games. Hirasawa then shyly grabbed the lower part of her shirt and pulled it off to reveal her torso. There, beyond her miniscule waist and rows of ribs were a cute duo of perky meatdomes. The whitehead smiled with satisfaction and surprise. "Yup. *Now* I can get things done properly" she commented, and acarició her behind her cowears. The bed creaked as the farmgirl sat on Hirasawas abdomen, but she kneeled and left her weight mostly on the bed. The cowgirl was pinned, but she didn't seem to worry. Instead, she anxiously glared at her and pleaded with hums. "Okay, okaaay" she said as she lowered her hand to her teats and started to gently press them. They where warm and the skin was taut and dry due to the previous growth. "Ah. The moisturizer." The farmgirl took a pause to get a spraycan out of her pockets, she sprayed some of its contents onto her hands and she then rubbed them together. The cowgirl started to hum again progressively up into a light moo before Comma lowered her grip into her chest again. This new experience was more intense for the bovine. Her eyes and lips where tightly shut, her head was jerking from one side to another, and she was slowly rubbing her legs into the matress. The farmgirl thought she should stop due to this, but when she did, Hira complained, so she just continued. The delicate flesh was gently deformed into rounded shapes as the job was performed. After a few minutes, it was time to stop. Commas rythm slowed down to a halt before she lifted her hands off.

The cowgirl mooed in protest. "Well, you could massage yourself you know!". Hirasawa looked aside timidly. "Well. It isn't the best idea, but if you feel you should, just do it yourself like I've done. Just don't overdo it, or you'll get sick.". Comma didn't have it in her to go and satisfy Hiras excessive needs. She had better things to do - she thought. The cowgirl seemed to understand, and rose her arms up to the farmgirls neck. "Oh, O-K... Just for goodbye, eh" Comma let the arms curl around her and pull her down. Hira embraced the farmgirl and started push her closer with changing grips as if she couldn't have enough of her. Her face rubbed heavily into her hair and cheeks. Comma felt awkward - she just remained still as she felt how her body was stormed with acaricias. Eventually, she muttered a countdown from 3. "...2" and she tried to lift herself off "...1!" she rolled off the bed, landing on all fours on the floor. She rose up quickly, tapped her forehead with a military salute while shouting "Bye!" and ran out of the pen.

---*---

Comma reached her office and she shut the door once she carged in. "Hirasawa is dangerous" she muttered. "Come again?" replied C2, who was sitting next to a wall of computers, doing part of his farm job. "Uh, nothing." she clarified. "Hey...Actually." she swallowed salivia "Could you check outside for me? Err.. Recheck the cabbages for parasites and stuff". The droid stiffened up to a regal standing position then bowed "Understood." it said, and it marched out. Blissfully alone, she let herself fall into her master seat. "Aaaaaah!" She exclaimed to herself, and then slapped her cheeks. She needed to get her thoughts straights about Hirasawa. The cowgirl was starting to get really *really* affectionate. Her studies haven't prepared her for this kind of encounter. She didn't know what to do about it - she didn't know how she should feel about it. Hirasawa certainly was a very cute cowgirl, and her constant mimos did make her feel... good and warm. The society she lived in had no problem with interracial relationships too. Wait, relationships? She hasn't interested in her in *that* way, now was she? Comma wiped invisible water off her face with an open hand. Then she sighed. "Better get to programming to get my head off this" she whispered to herself, and started to write code in her computer.

---*---

Hirasawa remained in the bed she was left in. She felt cold without the human around. It was something from inside. She also didnt have a shirt on, so her outside was starting to get uncomfortable too. She tried to do what Comma told her: massaging herself to saciate herself. Medically, only a trained biofarmer could deliver the precise movements needed to properly activeate the nerves in her chest. So even when the cowgirl tried her best, it just didnt feel right. She was missing the technique, but mostly Comma. Her shirt was put back on again and clutched her pillow and drew it close. It a bit warm. And soft. She nuzzled it, imagining it was Comma. It was a vaguely ... acceptable substitute. With it, she wandered out to the field, but she didn't reach far since a spike of hunger it her stomach. Her lovely belly felt suddenly voidly empty. Instinctively, she walked back to her pen and pressed the button for food. A small brick of nutrients was dunked into a slot, and she took and and started to eat it down. One like she normally snacked wasn't enough, to her surprise. Perhaps she was just a bit extra hungry today. Very extra hungry. She pressed the button for another one. And when she was done, she wanted another. Then another.

---*---

Comma didn't notice this sudden rise in Hirasawas charts until the next morning. She had to double take before being able to process the information. The cowgirl was eating more than double her normal food intake in the last hours. She was even eating when she was supposed to be asleep. Her milk output had risen a bit as well, but its increase was nothing compared to the other. Perhaps it was a glitch? Hirasawa was pressing the food button just for fun? She scratched her head. She had to go check it for herself.

Hirasawa was on her bed, holding onto her pillow over her face with force and struggling in the bed as if she was in great pain. She didnt flinch to the farmers arrival. "Oh dear... Oh dear, whats wrong, Hirasawa?" Comma said as she rushed next to the cowgirl. The horned one reacted and removed the pillow to reveal a feverish face. Her pained face turned into a smile as she saw the whitehead, and she rose debilitated arms towards her. Comma instinctively accepted her reach and granted her the hugging she pleaded for a few seconds. The cowgirl seemed to be aliviated by this as her pain dropped as the embrace lasted. "Let me check you!" exclaimed the farmgirl, but Hirasawas grip just strengthened. Annoyed, the whitehead tried to push her off, but her hands placed themselved on decent pair of breasts. Commas eyes dropped to them. Since when were her boobies this size? By mental comparison, they should be a large B-cup by now. Perhaps even a C-cup. It would explain everything. Higher food intake to feed the growth and general pain due the metabolic overload. Hirasawa tugged her back, but Commas pinned her arms down, and hastily lifted the cows shirt. There they were, two reddened swollen boobs. However, those weren't the only changes. Extending forth from her tiny waist, her hips seemed to have gained mass as well, as they curved out in a more pronounced manner. Perhaps they had been growning on par with her chest, but she just hasn't noticed. She lowered the shirt back down again. Was the massage and the milking too much? Has Hirasawa been overloading herself? She didn't want to, but she pulled herself off the bovine bruskly and called Damian again.

After the call, Hirasawa opened and closed her fists towards Comma. The farmgirl understood that physical mimos were very pleasant to her, so she heartedly approached her and arranged it so for the cowgirls head to lay on her lap as she caressed it and gently stroke her, while soothingly whispering that everything would be OK. She even dropped her head to kiss her forehead.

---*---

Damian arrived after a while and started to run scans on Hirasawa again, but her state had improved a lot since the call. She was barely in pain, and appeared to be almost fine. The vet did the tests anyway. "Uhm. I'm glad you've given me an excuse to leave my crappy post; but... I don't see anything really wrong with her." he told. Comma scratched her chin "She was really bad before. Its good she is better, no?" she replied. Damian tapped his nose. "Its still odd to have her recover so quickly from something as intense as what you said it was. Its not a normal overload. Lemme do the deep analyses, and I'll tell you after that.". The farmer waited as he started to unpack vials and little machines from his briefcase and started to do some work. As she waited seated on the bed, started to rub her hands together nervously. Damian finished before looking at a series of printed numbers repeatedly with minor incredulous gestures. "Well. Hirasawa is OK. No worries..." Comma let a deep breath out. "...However, her oxytocin levels are off anything I've seen at medschool." The farmer narrowed her eyes and tilted her head "Oxy...toxin?" she asked. "Its a body chemical related to physical intimacy and other things." he answered. "So she shouldn't be cuddled? Thats what is causing the overload?" she coutered with a worried tone . Damian looked into the air to look for the right words "Well... Not exactly. I am getting readings that they are actually helping her. Hirasawas body is actually quite healthy right now. Better than before. Her milking levels are raising to normal levels, no?. She is just having a rough time adapting to the rapid changes in her body I guess. I suspect the oxytocin is actually part of the solution by aliviating the stress. Happiness is the best medicine. Just like Proverbs X:X....". Damian looked at her, hoping that his answer was sufficient. "But then what is causing her to eat and grow so quickly?" Comma asked. "Heh. That isn't a bad thing, Comma! I suspect that the oxytocin is part of the impulse that is helping her reach her normal potencial. It isn't something to worry about." the vet chuckled. Comma finally calmed down. "When she reaches the point she has to reach, she will be back to normalness and okayness, like all cowgirls" concluded the blonde. "...Oh, Jesus, what a morning." said Comma as she stretched her elbows out. "Coffee?" she asked. "Nah, I gotta get back. See you later!" he said, and left shortly after.

Hirasawa saw that all of the human buisness was done and propelled herself onto Comma, who at a change of winds, decided to embrace her loosely. "Oxytocin, huh?" she muttered "Well here is your daily dose!", and she vibrantly wiggledug her face into the cowgirls neck and shoulders, causing the reciever to giggle fluently. Comma then plunged a kiss into her collarzone and with that she released herself. Hirasawa swiftly filled her empty arms with the pillow, knowing that she would be left again. The farmer snapped a finger as she remembered a detail "Clothes!" she announced. She observed the bovines chest. Her bust was tensing the upper half of it. If she is planning on becoming as big as Yuki, she would need a larger set. She looked at her thighs. Yup. She was going to get big in that area too.

---*---//Sent until here, desu.

Throughout the day the cowgirl started to eat a lot of food, but in a more controlled manner. Instead of munching every now and then, she ate a lot during her normal habitful three meals of the day. In the evening, Comma was back at the penhalls to perform the massage. The farmer was starting to mentally note the moments she cuddled her, or did anything that might cause her to produce oxytocin. She was starting to reduce it to a science, to better understand what she had at hand. In the back of her mind, she knew that, more - she cupped imaginary breasts in front of her - development meant more milk production, which meant more profit.

Hirasawa greeted her arrival with an energetic bounce off her bed, excited. Comma had a confident grin on her face. The last time the cowgirl was ill, holding her close and such had quite a powerful effect. She wondered what else she could do, after all, she wouldn't be harming her - she liked it a lot. Her mind started to fill with harsh fantasies, but she quickly dismissed them. No, no, she couldn't do *that*. She found herself blushing. "Anyhoo..." she muttered and sat on the bed. She slapped her thighs twice, signalling them to be sat on. The cowgirl seemed to understand, and she smilingly followed the instructions, but the farmer interrupted her approach with a "Nonono... You're too big for something like that.". Hirasawa wasn't a small plushie toy. She was a young lady, unlike her halfmidget issues. Change of plan. Comma pushed the bed into the corner of a wall and then sat with her back leaned against it as the cowgirl looked with warm stare. "Come, back against me" she suggested. "Moo!" Hira exclaimed and crawled up towards her and placed herself, with her nape awkwardly covering the farmgirls view. The farmer removed her shirt from behind and then unfolded her hands out under the cowgirls shoulders and onto her bosom, and started to do the movements. It was quite a challenge due to that she had only been taught how to do the massage frontally, but she creatively applied her knowledge combined with ther sense of touch. Hirasawa inmediately lost her stance and slid a bit down as she felt the experience. Then Comma latched her chin onto the lowered shoulder and shoved her whitehaired head onto the side of the cowgirls face and rubbed gently, as she looked downwards to get a minimal vision of what she was going. The cowgirl eyes shut and she whisperly moaned to the movements. She rose the hand that was on Commas side and she put it onto the massagers jaw, and pressed her closer. A subtle wave of warm started to heat the cowgirls body, generated from her insides. Her metabolism started to pump matter up into her chest and hips. Her waist was also slowly sinking into an even tighter shape as her sensations progressed. The farmgirl didn't notice most of the changes since she was focused on getting the technique done properly, but she did feel the flesh in her hands swell. She took a brief pause after a while to resposition herself. Comma unhooked her head and held the cowgirls ribs as she wiggled herself into a more stable place. As she did this, she suddenly noticed the changes in her midsection. It wasnt a significant change, but her waist was definitely thinner than when they started out - just a bit. Her grown hips were also pushing more outwards. Generally, her physique was turning into a more hourglassed shape. Comma circled an arm around the cowgirls waist and another across her bosom and onto her shoulder, and she pulled them together again. Hirasawa moaned to this, and then continued humming as Comma did her job. It progressively got harder as she continued forth, as the bosom quickly gained more and more volume. Her finger sunk deeper into the soft mounds. Physics started to act against her as she started to have to consider the inercia she was delivering. When she was done, her chest had blossomed up to a full C-cup. Her hips were now noticebly wider than her narrow shoulders and they harboured a set of large and round buttcheeks that were painfully obvious under the strained material of her pijama. When she tried to put her shirt on again, she couldn't close a pair of buttons on the top. Of course, her wardrobe was designed for a thinner Hirasawa - however "thinner" was relative. Her waist had become even narrower than it was before. Comma looked at how the cowgirl struggled with her garments and got an idea. The Country fair was soon. There, biofarmers normally brought the best specimens they had too impress the others while they talk buisness, or to attempt to win contests. There were also a lot of posts of external companies related to biofarming, as well as more leisureable zones like a kiddy parks, arcades, and posts to eat at. Comma didnt have any plans on setting up anything of her own, but she did remember that there are clothing posts. She could go with Hirasawa to the Fair instead of leaving her alone with the droids. She would like that, plus she seemed to be growing a lot very quickly, so she might get a chance to haggle with them and get a good price plus a good buisness contact. Going alone would give the impression that she isn't doing well at her farm and first impressions were critical. Bringing Yuki was out of cuestion. She had the right milkcow size and health, but her rebellious behaviour was bound to bring problems with other biofarmers. So, Hirasawa as her best choice. Even if her current proportions are far from those of a proper milkcow, Comma could always play the "I'm just starting out" card.

Yup. It was a decent plan.

---*---

Country Fair Day arrived. A small town of tents and simple 4-walled spaces set up in the middle of a giant square field was ready for the event a few kilometres from Commas farm.

She and Hirasawa were at the pens, getting ready for when Damian came around to pick them up. Comma had finished polishing the cowgirls horns, combing her hair... And everything else she could detect. Satisfied, she looked at her watch. Just in time. The vet would come in a few minutes. She took her coat and Hirasawas hand. "Lets go" she said.

Damian arrived shortly after with his girlfriend, Mia, to pick them up. Comma was waiting on her porch, sitting on a longchair with Hirasawa who decided to consume the right side of the whiteheads torso with her own. They rose when Comma saw the hovercar approaching and started to push the weight off.

"'Yo, Comma, Hira! Hop in!" said Damian. As they entered towards the backseats, they could see Mia sitting beside the vet. She was dressed in a casual suit and her red hair was tied in a tight bun. Her expressionless and sleek eyes turned to the ones behind her. She sternly welcomed them with a polite "...Hello" and then resumed her pointless glare into the horizon in front of the car. Mia was a genius mathematitian that spent few words on other people, as she mostly preferred to submerge herself in her own mental topics. Comma nodded and Hello'd back. The car ramped into the street and they were on thier way. Hirasawa got her seatbelt buckled by Comma and after that, the cowgirl decided to leave head ontop of the farmers. "So!" Damian suddenly and loudly announced. "How about we have a look around on our own and then we meet back together at lunch?" he suggested. "I'm really excited about the droid race of this year!". "Optimal bet is Farcast's Droid." Mia pointed out while holding out a paper with a sea of scribbles. Damian chuckled. "Yeeep. Mia has calculated which one *she* thinks is going to win. However, Landover Corp has really gotten pumped this last semester and I'm positive they are going to be the winners". Mia snickered and then taunted her boyfriend "Surrender the kiss cupons now and I will be merciful". Damian cleared his throught. "Kiss Cupons, eh?" Comma highlighted playfully. "...Its a bet thing" the vet explained, embarrased. "By the way!" he noted in an attempt to change topic. "I see Hirasawa has really... Progressed! In a lot of good ways.". The cowgirls ears shifted as she heard her name. "Uhm, yeah." Comma replied. "She is getting big high and low. Her milk output is getting better too, but still far from Yukis amounts. But she will get there soon, right, Hirasawa?" the farmgirl lifted her chin to kiss the  owgirls cheek. The cowgirl moo'd pleasantly. "Cute" Mia muttered a bit to herself. "That's great to hear." Damian replied to them.

After minutes of travel and looking for a parking spot, they reached the Fair. "See you at... Around twelve?" Damian asked before the two pairs went in opposite directions. "Sure. I'll text you if anything" the farmer replied.

Comma and Hirasawa strolled through the populated streets. It was filled with farmers, sponsors and animals, but mostly, people who just want to sit at a spot to mingle and have a good time. The farmgirl was looking for a map as she dragged Hirasawa around with her. The cowgirl was very distracted by the other cowgirls that were around. Some were beef cows; huge with freakishly gigantic muscles that bulged out in obscene horseshoe curves. Others were milkcows much larger than Yuki. Thier beachball sized breasts and buttocks jiggled and swayed mercilessly as they walked.