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"Godangit...WHAT IS IT?" Comma yelled at the droid. "Tasks. You have a scheduele and there are critical errors arising throughout servers 4 to 8 - and spreading." she sighed, then looked at Hirasawa. "Until later then, Hira..." she told her, while caressing her head. Comma then pecked the cowgirls head and he left off back to her office.

"Actually..." Comma stopped before the door. "C3, grant Hirasawa priviledges - but not obligations - equal to my own." The droid nodded. "Ok. Lets go then" Comma concluded.

---*---

Hirasawa awoke a while later, in her bed. Her face was in a constant light smile. She giggled every now and then too, she was so happy. Her body was filling up wonderfully, she was making Comma proud with her milk production and on top of all, she felt loved. She grabbed a pillow and tucked her face in it and shouted a series of joyful "moo's" into it while kicking air. She was soooo happy. A few girly giggles popped out from her as she thought of her circumstances.

---*---

The next day, after tackling walls of glitched code-text, Comma decided to ask Damian for a further study of Hirasawas condition. She had been asking him favors a lot lately though, so she couldnt help feeling guilty about doing so. Reluctantly, she went to take her phone - but right then, Damian called her.

"Hi Damian, it's Comma. Wahts'up?"
"Hello! I was wondering if you would let me perform a full study of Hirasawas... Syndrome. Its a unrecorded phenomenon that needs investigation!"

The whitehead chuckled a bit to herself at the coincidence.

"Sure." she replied.
"Aweome. Come to the vet station at lunchtime, I'll explain it all at my office"

---*---

The vet station was an impressive six-story white cube in the middle of farmland. Comma arrived by bike at the front entrance, and soon after was navigating the first floor, looking for some map of some sort. The vet station was a quite tranquil place on the inside, it had light blue walls and a tiled floor, along with postboards with announcements of different kinds. Comma soon noticed a lady behind an info desk, and she approached her.

"Hello. I'm looking for Doctor..." she said, while she tried to remember Damians last name. It was something swedish, like the Ikea names... What was it?

The lady leaned forwards slightly "...Damian? You're Comma, I assume." she said.

"Yes!" Comma replied.

"Heh. Right over there is his office." she told her, while pointing at a door.

Comma thanked the lady, then knocked and entered Damians office. It was a plain room with a window and a white desk with a computer on it, and behind them, was Damian. The walls and floors were filled with white hexagonal tiles, for some reason.

"Comma!" Damian cheerfully greeted.

After some talk about each other, the vet and Comma had thier meals served by a mechanical arm that popped out from one of the hexagons.

"So. About Hirasawa" Damian said, and pushed a button to insonorize his office. "What she has is unprecedented, Comma. I've looked in all of the archives I could, and there is nothing like it. It must be a new gene - a caprice of random mutation." the farmgirl nodded. The vet continued "And I'd like to investigate it. Not many people know of Hirasawas condition besides you, me and Mia; which is good. Corporations nowadays are like vultures when it comes to things like these. The other day we got a farmer who managed to crossbreed brocoli and choco beans and half of the food industry was harassing him for a sample. He only managed to create one brochocoli, and he ended up eating it for supper to just end all of those problematics." his eyes flared up "Hirasawa must be a secret until the investigation is done. With the full analysis, replicating Hirasawas Syndrome effects and creating samples will be childs play. Hirasawa herself wouldn't suffer any harm from that point on."

Damian then leaned back in his chair. "How about it? We split the profit 50-50 when the gene analysis is complete and sold" Comma believed it would be a great idea. With Damian around, anything odd that might happen to Hira would be attended. She would have much less worries. She smiled and looked at Damian, saying: "Deal". The vets face flushed into joy. "Could I visit tomorrow evening to run some tests on Hira, then?" Damian asked. "Sure" she replied.

---*---

Hirasawa was walking around the field outside her house, chasing butterflies and goofing around with some of the other, younger and less developed, cowgirls. The other cows of her age didn't seem to be as vital as she was - they couldn't keep up. The blame for that was on thier heaving bosoms and thighs. However, Hirasawa was also starting to develop those traits, but she didn't have those kind of problems. She wondered why sometimes.

Hirasawa's metabolism was different. As she produces more oxytocin, her body becomes generally more healthier. Likewise, as her body became heavier, her muscles had strengthened as they were unconciouslly 'trained' with more weight - her own bodyweight. Since her body tissues are most always soaked in an hyperoptimal oxytocinful enviroment, such muscle development would always cope with her increasing body mass.