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Hirasawas eye shined with admiration each time one of those cowgirls passed. Comma noticed this, but she focused on what she had at hand. She found a board with a map and she planned out how to get to the nearest cowgirl clothing tents. There weren't many.

They then started to stroll to thier objectives. Every now and then, Hirasawa would tug on Commas shirt or tap her head and point to a supervoluptuos cowgirl. The farmer would then nod dismissantly and continue walking.

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They reached the first post, of the CowTile company. The tall, white tent had a cowskin design. Under it was a computerized counter with a young lady next to a display of mannequins. Behind was a semiprivate lounge with a bar and waiters. It was an expensive enviroment.

Comma spoke to the counter lady for a bit, and didnt achieve much. She visited the other tents without much progress made except a purchase of a full set of clothing for Hira that would be delivered home later. Most of the buisnessmen or her fellow farmers didnt take her seriously due to her inexperience and lack of renown, to the point of making fun of her. "Aren't you too small to be farming?" they said. "*She* is your best milkcow? Im sure you will do well with *Her*"... "Come back later when you both have passed puberty!" ....

After being repeatedly demoralized, she eventually pulled herself out to the parking lot area and sat under a tree to think and recompose herself. Hirasawa followed her there, with a worried stance. Comma looked into the ground with surpressed feelings. Hirasawa gently sat next to her, and looked for her face while emitting a quizzant "Moo?". "Its nothing, Hirasawa." She replied with a faux smile "I'm Ok.". Hirasawa shook her head. She wasnt convinced. The cowgirl took her owners hands with her own and looked into her eyes with a face as stern as her cute face could muster. "I'mm...." Comma face slowly creaked as the pressure of her feeling built up inside. "Its..." she couldn't stop looking at the cowgirls pupils, as tears built up in her own. "Bwaaaah!" she collapsed slowly down into the cowgirls lap face-first. The cowgirl intercepted her and pulled her up to her chest and surrounded her with her arms. Commas eyes blurted with tears into Hirasawas bosom. The bovine gently caressed her head as the other pulled her tightly towards her. The whitehead then fiercely reacted by gripping the sides of the cowgirls shirt. Hirasawa maternally stroke a whiff of white hair off the forehead and kissed it. The farmers arms slid around her waist and her hands then pushed on her upper back. Her crying had diminished into an unstable pace of breathing. They remained so for a while. They felt warm and good in the embrace. Especially Comma, as the supple sweatermeat in front of her was slowly expanding around her head.

Eventually a much calmer Comma rose her face up to Hirasawas. The cowgirl smiled and slightly titled her head while asking 'Moo'? The farmer jerked upwards with rounded lips towards Hirasawas mouth and delivered her a first kiss. Her head quickly retreated back like a cobras after giving a bite. The cowgirl was afflicted with a powerful venom. Her face turned red. Her eyes gaped open. Her heart started pounding. Comma could feel it. She gave her another one, as swiftly as the last. Hirasawa blinked repeatedly and remained otherwise paralyzed. Her breathing paced up. "Oh, come on..." Comma whispered slyly, and leaped up to her face a third time, grasped the back of her head and neck and planted her mouth on hers, and let a long smooch ooze forth. The cowgirls heart must've burnt a few fuses then, as she fainted and fell mindlessly onto the ground. But that wasn't the only thing that popped. Her bosom and hips grew a few times, and her waist retreated inwards too. The seams of her shirt and pants couldn't resist the increased volume and surrendered with a series of snaps. "Ohshi-" Comma leaned over Hirasawa and tugged her shoulders a few times. She was out cold, but with a glimpse of a smile on her face and a ruined pair of clothing over a ponderous pair of perky breasts that laid vibrantly under her lithe shoulders and a lucious pair of hips. Hirasawa really outdid herself in the growth department this time. Comma swallowed saliva. She now had to deal with an unconcious seminude cowgirl in ruined clothing. Frantically, she started to shake Hirasawas shoulders (sending her D-cup breasts bobbling around) with one hand as she called Damian on her cell with the other. She then took off her jacket and waited nervously.

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C-3 data @Hirasawa: 95-53-96.
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Damian arrived and sneaked Hirasawa up into his car. Mia couldnt help muttering "growth" repeatedly and asking her boyfriend questions about it. It was her overanalytical nature to do so. The vet let Hirasawa rest on the backseats, until she woke up - a few minutes later. The odd part of this growth spurt was that aside from the obvious hip & bust growth, her skin seemed to have improved slightly. Minor imperfections were fading away, and it was softer. "Interesting" commented Mia. Damian felt compelled to give an explanation. "The oxytocin is really starting to boost her health. Have you noticed how... soft her skin is now compared to how she started off? Amazing." he rubbed his chin. Mia imitated his gestures. Comma remained semiclueless and looked at the recently awoken Hirasawa, who was in a confused state. "Its all Ok, Hira. Dont worry." Comma told her, while rubbing her head. Hirasawa turned up around this hand in a feline-like manner to enhance her enjoyment. "Ah. Clothing." mentioned Mia. "I think I got my sisters goofy cow mascot suit in the back. Hira could wear it for now, I guess". They dressed the cowgirl in the large suit - but without the redundant helm. She looked funny. A bit cute too. And ironic. But it would do.

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After eating and commenting how Mia won the bet, they decided to go see the Cowgirl competition. The best cowgirl Farmers from the zone would compete to show who has breed and raised the best one. Milk output, poise and general "beauty" were key factors measured in judging which was the most ideal cowgirl.

The contestants were certainly the best of the best of the area. All of the cowgirls were exorbitantly huge - thier massive mammaries had grown to cover thier whole torso and a bit of thier upper legs dispite thier sheer roundness. Thier hips and thighs had blown up to gigantic sizes that forced most of them to walk in a duck-like manner as they went through the stage. Hirasawa looked at them with sparking eyes of admiration. She was branding into her memory every curve of her new idols. She wanted those dimensions too. So very much. If not even bigger. Every now and then, she would look at herself and compare. She still had a long way to go.

When it finished, and it was time to go home, Comma dragged Hirasawa back to the car to go home. She refused to leave her spot until the farmgirl explained "There isnt anymore to see, shows over".

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The next morning, Hirasawa was waiting impatiently at her pen for Comma to arive. She was nervously munching down nutribars as she peeked down the halls every now and then. Eventually, she did come. Hirasawa moo'd enthusiastically as the whitehead approached. "...Really happy this morning, aren't you?" she said, uncoffeedly. Hirasawa hopped in place in response, sending her frontal assets into a jolty frenzy. She was excited.

When Comma entered her pen, Hirasawa immediately leaped onto her with open arms and gatheres lips, and assaulted her face with a barrage of kisses once she caught her on her embrace. Commas morning metabolism just left her standing like a statue as Hirasawa had her fun. It felt great, though. Hirasawa then straighted up, with the whitehead in her arms and lifted her off the floor with an unsuspected ease, and then pressed her face repeatedly with a puckered mouth into Commas head from different angles. "Eeeeaahaaaee..." the whitehead complained hesitantly. She didnt like to be lifted up. Especially before breakfast. Since when was Hirasawa strong enough to do that anyway? "Le-m...me dow-" she tried to speak, but the cowgirls kisses tended to get in the way. "Down!" she mustered. Reluctantly, but with still a cheery air, the cowgirl let her on the floor. Comma fingercombed a hair out of her face as she attempted to sternly notify "I'm going to ... Have breakfast with you." Hirasawa tilted her head. The whitehead wasnt too sure about what she was going to do. Perhaps Hirasawa wouldn't like it. But she could trust her with any minor failure. She would understand her intentions weren't bad - Comma told herself. "You feed me. I feed you. Thats how its going to work." she commented. She then went to the Cowputer and typed in her own food in it. "This thing doesnt have coffee? Huh. Hot coco should do, meh. And waffles. All set". Hirasawa then input her own typical array of nutribars with some swift motions. In seconds, the order dropped into a slot. Comma grabbed and chugged down her hot coco, and then let Hirasawa stuff clumsily a waffle into her face. "Nonono. Let me show you. Im a pro" she joked as she wiped failed crumbs of crushed waffle off her cheeks. She peeled a nutribar and sat on Hirasawas lap, and introduced it carefully between her lips. The cowgirl followed the cue and chewed off piece by piece. "Good girl", Comma prompted. "Another one". And the procedure repeated itself. Again. And again. The cowgirls body responded positively as it positively started to expand again in subtle spurts of growth at key moments. Hirasawas large original order finished. But Comma typed in another batch, and hopped into Hirasawas lap again. She wanted her to grow even more, and the only way to achieve that was to have her increase her intake. The cowgirl seemed to have her doubts at first, but then she allowed herself to be fed one more bar. "Good" Comma encouraged her to then eat another one. Hirasawa hesitated, but then she nibbled it down too. "Yay..." she congratulated her. She drew forth yet another one as Comma insisted. She then tried to put another one between her lips, but Hirasawa refused as she flipped her face aside. The whitehead slyly drew and head back towards her with a hand and sweetly tried to further persuade her "You know, it would really make me happy if you had ...more". She gently pushed the bar into her mouth. Hirasawa chewed down half of it, and then shook her head. Comma then rose her head to level it with hers, and she slowly kissed Hirasawas jaw, barely grazing the cowgirl lips tauntingly. "Please, Hirasawa..." she quasi-seductively plead. "...Have just a ..bit... more". The cowgirl licked her lower lip, and bit off the last piece. Immediately after she swallowed, Comma nuzzled her face. "Very good, Hirasawa!". The cowgirl held her stomach and slightly grimaced pain as a reply. But the farmgirl stroke her cheek as the nuzzled more closely the other cheek. "Its all Ok, Hirasawa". She slid her mouth forth and started to give brief and soft kisses along her cheeks. "I... Am... Here..." she caressed her intensely. "...For... You". As she went on, Hirasawa started in inflate at her key areas. Her metabolism was ramping up, as it was burning down the food and becoming more efficient as more oxytocin was pumped into her system. Comma noticed how the cows body heat started to increase, and her bloated belly started to ease down as its contents were hyperprocessed. "...Hm... Grow." she muttered, and plunged her trivial lips greedily into the cowgirls neck.  Hirasawa seemed to be enduring a tiresome process, since she didnt have strength to respond to the affection. She laid in Commas grasp, breathing heavily and feeling very warm. It was the first time she was being overfed and her oxytocinful body was quickly being improved by this 'training'. Beads of sweat started to crawl forth. 'Moo!' she suddenly commanded in between breaths. "...Hrm? What?" asked Comma, a bit confused. She had noticed the cows feverish reaction, but she wasnt surprised. She was relating it to the intense increase in the breast growth Hirasawa was undergoing, which meant oxytocin, which meant a general health increase. 'M...Moo!" she selfcupped her breasts with effort, then let her arms fall from the extertion. "Ah. Massage. Now?" Comma understood. Hirasawa was junkie of her touch, in general. She just couldn't have enough, and in a new situation like this, she craved it even more. The farmgirl gently let Hirasawa down onto the bed, and then saddled on her waist, and undid the cowgirls buttons, then immediatedly started to massage. They were larger than the last time, softer, and rounder. She could feel and see it. Unsatisfied, Comma lowered her face back to the cowgirls and vampirically kissed her neck and face. She was greatly tempted to kiss her lips, but she remembered her reaction at the fair, and decided not to, and continued to make kisses spark off elsewhere. The soft boobflesh was pressed firmly between her fingers, and the continued to jiggleooze into a bigger size. Meanwhile, the seams in the cowgirls pants started to recieve a heavier load as her hips swelled up. In unison, her belly unswelled to its former flatness and continued to go smaller from there, accentuating the flaring hourglass body the cowgirl was developing.

Eventually, the heat eased off, so did the changes, and Hirasawa started to feel normal. "Do you feel better, Hira?" Comma asked in a snugglesome whisper in a short rest from her kiss barrage. The cowgirl nodded as she smiled in joy and wrapped her arms around the farmers neck. "No, I have to leave now. It has been long enough... I got work to do..." Hirasawa frowned and pulled Comma down to reach and kiss her temple. "Gheeez!" the farmgirl exclaimed as she jerked into the cowgirls face. Hirasawa certainly was becoming slowly stronger. "I have things to...do!" she tried to lift herself off the cowgirl, but Hirasawa replied by moving her head in denial and pressing her closer. She then started to plead with moos. "Later, Hirasawa. I promise. La-ter. Later I'll give you more of this" Comma kissed Hirasawas cheeck energetically. "... And this" she kissed her other cheek, and persuasively slid out of her grip and back with her feet on the ground. "Dayum." she told herself once they both got upright again and she got view of the cowgirls enhanced figure. Hirasawa really got a boost this time. Two swollen fleshy honeydew melons rested firmly on her chest and jutted out ingravidly. Her round ass had the same symptoms, along an expanded pair of lush hips and thighs that tapered down into thin femenine knees. From her unbuttoned shirt, Comma noticed that her waist had smallened yet again, as if some invisible corset was tightening mass out of it (and into her bust and butt, most probably). Each side pinched inwards gently, and along the rest of her body, in total, it was an outstanding sight. Hirasawa took the whiteheads hand and then started to kiss it needingly. Comma snuck it out and rushed to the door before the cowgirl could reach her. She wasn't used to the increased bounciness and she stopped midway to selfinspect her body. "You, me, later!"  Comma announced and fled out the pens door.

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C3: Hirasawa is now 110-52-111
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The cowgirl was impatient all day long after that. She now wanted to be fed always like that. She wanted more Comma. When it was time for milking, she visualized the farmgirl in front of her and imagined her stroking her, rubbing her... Milking her. She interrupted the machine for a moment to go get her pillow and then relatched the machine. While she was milked then, she cuddled and kissed the pillow. The prostheic solution made the experience  more enjoyable. Even after the milking, her attachment to the pillow grew. She was conscious that it wouldn't be as pleasureable as Comma herself, but it was better than nothing. The cow would even walk around the field with it, and give it a snuggleboost when she felt she needed the fix, while mooing purringly and mentally visualizing her. Lunchtime came, and Comma didnt show up, much to Hirasawas dissapointment. An hour passed after that and she still didnt arrive. Hirasawa decided to walk out of her pen to look for her. She missed her. As she reached the exit towards the main hall, C2 interrupted her with a formal stance. "Its dangerous ahead. I can acompany you if you need to walk around here." The cowgirl didnt understand the droids unempathable words and his robotic tone. She tried to push him away, but the droid shook her back powerfully. "Sorry, Hirasawa. By default, you should remain within these quarters". The droid closed and locked the door, then left. Saddened, Hirasawa returned to her pen, pressed the food button like usual, and started to eat. Before she didnt mind eating alone, but now she felt a void somewhere around and in her when Comma wasnt around to eat with. It was a type of empty only she could fill. Dispite this, she munched down several helpings of nutribars, and some chocobars as well. But not with much gusto.

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Comma arrived tired at Hirasawas pen at dinnertime, with a tupperware of sandwiches in her hand. She had been quite ambiguous with the promise she made before, but she assumed that eating time was the best time to be with the cowgirl. The farmgirl had been going up and down and all around with chores and tasks during the day. She was specially exhausted this evening. When she entered the pen, the cowgirl blasted out to greet her with a hug and an assault of kisses. Furthermore, she tasted the saltiness on her forehead. She had been sweating. "...Hello, Hira" Comma said, unenthusiastically. The farmgirl sat on a chair and then started to eat, but Hirasawa quickly took the tupper from her and shook her head. "What now, Hira?" annoyingly protested the whitehead. Hira then took a small piece of sandwich and fed it to her. Comma, not enjoying the favor, bit it down. "Hira, I can eat alone. You should go eat too.". The cowgirl shook her head again. She wanted to make Comma feel good. Hirasasa picked her up and onto her bed, with her whitehaired head in one hand. The whitehead protested with a series of undervoiced "Hey!" but she was too exhausted to really resist. She simply let her and excepted to wait it out. The cowgirl laid down sideways next to the farmer, and better adjusted her arm to serve as support for Commas head. Her breasts were sunken into the others shoulders and chest. She then tugged forth a piece of sandwich and fed it to Comma akin to a Caesars grapes. Comma ate the bit, then Hirasawa carefully observed her chewing, until she deducted it was time for another piece, and fed it to her, and then continued to wait.

The farmgirls feeling of comfort changed. She felt very good and pampered. In a regal sense. She gratefully ate piece after piece, as she felt Hirasawas soft chest slowly crawl in expansion into her body. When the sandwich ran out, Comma playfully told her "Your turn, Hira. Get the nutribars". The cowgirl returned with a bagful of bars. The farmgirl smiled with guile. Still lying down, she reached for a bar and she placed one on her mouth in a cigar-like manner pointed upwards akin to a candle. "Eat et" she muttered from behind her teeth. Hirasawa looked at it with her large amber eyes, a bit nervous, but excited. Her waist tapered inwards even more into a gaunt degree, and her bust and hips filled up more. Tempted by the cowgirls provocation, the cowgirl went on all fours over her and slowly lowered her upper body to reach the bar with her mouth. The cowgirls heavy bust smooshed into Commas chest, forcing air out of her lungs due to their sheer weight, but she could still somewhat breathe. Hirasawa snapped off a piece from the bar and snibbled it down. Then she bit off another piece, with her head nearer to Commas. Then another one, inching her head closer again. She started to be able to feel Commas breathe on her face as thier lips drew closer together as the cowgirl shyly progressed forth. Then, with only a matter of hairbreadth of nutribar away from making lip contact, Hirasawa started to dip her head, then retract, then try to lower again in another angle to avoid lip contact, while her face blushed into redder tones. Finally, she shut her eyes powerfully and lunged down and took the last piece by pecking Comma for an instant. Immediately after, her chestzone and buttarea lurched forwards with increased mass (pounding a mouthful of air out of Comma) and her midsection shrunk inwards. Hirasawa rose up as Comma signalled her to do so, and then the farmgirl placed another bar in her mouth like she had done before. "More" she commanded. Hirasawa ate this one quicker than before, and even lingered a few seconds when thier lips touched at the end, causing her hourglass figure to become even more pronounced yet again. The routine repeated itself more times and Hirasawas state of mind became more passionate, sonambulistic, and kisshungry. After more nutribars, Hirasawas condition became more intense. She eventually reached out for the bag and gobbled down all of the food on her own and then impulsed herself into Commas lips again while emitting a needy moan. The cowgirl went berserk from then. The bovine kissed and kissed animalistically as her lips chewed on the whiteheads lips, gruntsquealing as she assaulted onwards. Droplets of sweat emerged from her temples. Her chestflesh bounced into bigger, roundeder shapes, as did her ass. Her waist continued to taper too. Eventually, Comma couldn't breathe anymore, and pushed Hirasawas shoulders off her. The cowgirl half-resisted by pushing into Commas hands on the verge of overpowering her. The cowgirl slowly slid away from her, while mantaining her kisses on as long as her neck would reach, until she only could pucker and nibble air, at which point she started to twitch and moan towards Comma - begging with the inmense kiss-thirst she had. Her pleads became more and more desperate as she waited. The farmgirl adjusted her posture to be sitting upright and then she attempted to stroke Hirasawa towards her again when she was ready, but the cowgirl detected this gesture before it was performed and she immediately jammed herself into the farmgirl again while emitting a loud high-pitched moan of satisfaction. Hirasawa was still on all fours, but she quickly grabbed either side of the farmgirls head lovingly. The top of her bosom jerked and crashed into Comma as the cowgirl frenetically kissed her, and her breathing pace quickened. Her hair and clothing started to moisten with the sweat all of her continuuous, extreme body exhertion was causing. However, dispite that, the cowgirl continued, each time kissing more powerfully and deliberately. She moaned with pleasure with each smooch. Bit before long, her body simply couldnt keep up with the effort. The cowgirls vision clouded; her senses faded until she dropped unconcious into Commas lap. Tye farmgirl slid off her then heftingly rolled the cowgirl onto her back. Groggily and still breathing exhaustedly, Hirasawa opened her eyes, a bit too tired to remain completely awake. Comma smiled gently, and stroke the cowgirls head as she inspected the changes that had ocurred.


C3: 128-51-130

Hirasawas overdeveloped body had changed more than only in the volume department. Her complexion had improved to an overhealthy degree - it was supple and pleasant in a way Comma hadn't ever experienced. Her skin was visually angelic as well. Her cheeks were also in a constant rosy tone too. Her lips had puffed up in a more swollen, sensual appearance in the transformation. Even her body odor - made obvious by her sweat - had become comfortable, but not akin to a perfume, but it was likewise intoxicating. Comma felt guilty not touching Hirasawa more. Or smelling her more. It felt like punishment to keep herself away from the cowgirls body due to these factors. But Hirasawa had more than that.

Her bosom proudly and roundly stood high on her chest, ignoreing gravity and hiding partially her collarbones with overinflated upper slopes. They were also wide enough to wide a portion of her upper arms. Her thighs and posterior were thick masses that contained abundant, but firm fat. Her waist had shruken into something unbelieveable and out-of-place with the rest of her. It was elegantly slender and shaped into an almost cartoonish convex form.

Comma couldnt resist these assets, and instinctively put herself over the cowgirl. The farmgirl then let herself gently drop onto the bovines body, then swam her face into the ponderous cleaveage, and started to kiss the expanses inside, that rose and fell as the cowgirl breathed. Hirasawas skin... And her smell were just so nice. Comma wanted to touch it all. The whiteheads legs and arms started to rub any available exposed cowskin, while feeding off the enjoyment they gave.

Hirasawa was just barely aware of what was happening, but she gave all of her approval to what the farmgirl was doing to her by subtly helping and offering more of her body to Comma with weakened movements.

*MEEEEERRPPP*

C2 rushed into the pen while its siren was on.