Days passed. Jane had been at the M.I.L.K. facility for a week now. She was now unrecognizable compared to how she looked after her arrival, Jane changed: her hips widened to the point of sticking out past her shoulders, she gained a bit of weight around her belly and butt, and her breasts swelled to a D cup. Still, her chest failed to measure up to the busts of the other women but she was well on her way there. Jane had a lot of time to measure up compared to Miranda's engorged breasts, or udders as Miranda called them; Jane had a lot to learn from Miranda still.
Jane had spent most of the week in her room, the only time she ever left was to shadow Miranda in order to get acclimated. Her schedule had been monotonous so far: she would wake up early in the morning with Miranda knocking at her door, they would have breakfast in what amounted to a cafeteria, Jane would ask Miranda questions as they wandered the facility, and then they would eat in the late afternoon. After lunch Jane would return to her room with little to do, but instead she asked Miranda about when she would be finally milked while the two ate.
"How long until I use that machine like you did?" She asked. Miranda laughed and squeezed one full udder, a faint stream ran down it.
"When you're fully developed, although I guess it wouldn't hurt to break you in early." Miranda sighed and seemed to lose her train of thought, she stared forward and absent-mindedly massaged her heavy breast.
"Could we?" Jane asked. She was eager to see if it would feel as good as Miranda made it appear.
Miranda flinched as she came out of her trance. "Sorry," she apologized. "I was just remembering how it felt, my first time I mean."
They finished eating and decided Jane would be milked as soon as Miranda could authorize it; Miranda told Jane that most hucows, what all the women who've undergone the change are called, are milked after two weeks of their arrival. The two parted ways at the cafeteria, both returning to their own suites. On the way Jane ran into Kristen, or at least someone who looked a bit like her: same hair, same pale skin, and same pair of glasses but her body was different; Kristen's already sizeable chest approached the same size of Miranda's udders and they hung from her chest, leaking milk from extended and swollen nipples.
"Kristen!?" Jane almost gasped as she stopped in her tracks, the two standing in the middle of one long walkway.
"Jane?" Kristen's voice almost trembled. She crossed the distance between them and embraced Jane in her arms, Kristen's udders pressed against her chest and Jane could already feel milk flowing down her stomach. She pulled away.
"Are you okay?" Jane asked; Kristen seemed to be on the verge of tears when they first came and now she looked almost worse, her eyes were ringed with red as if she had been crying.
