Take a moment to sample some of the milk direct from the source

Paradise Breeding Farm, Rural Nowhere, at 9:41 AM on Monday, April 15th, 2024 (Day 1 of 7).

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As another thick stream of milk spurts from Bessie's swollen nipple, coating my fingers with warm cream, something impulsive takes hold of me. Maybe it's curiosity. Maybe it's the overwhelm of everything happening. Before I can second-guess myself, I lean forward and close my lips around Bessie's puffy pink nipple.

The cowgirl gasps sharply, her whole body tensing on the bench.

"Oh fuck," she breathes, her voice suddenly husky. "You're—oh god, you're using your mouth."

I don't know what I expected, but the taste floods my senses immediately—sweet and rich and creamy, warmer than I imagined, with an almost honeyed quality that coats my tongue. The milk flows readily as I suck gently, filling my mouth with liquid warmth. I swallow reflexively, feeling the heat slide down my throat.

Bessie's hand suddenly tangles in my hair, not pulling but holding me there, her fingers trembling against my scalp. "Don't stop," she moans, her hips shifting restlessly. "Fuck, that feels so much better than your hands. Suck harder, please."

I increase the suction, hollowing my cheeks, and the milk gushes faster. The taste is intoxicating—nothing like the cold pasteurized milk from a store. This is living, warm, straight from her body. I can feel her heartbeat through the flesh of her breast, rapid and desperate.

"Holy shit," Amber whispers from the next bench, her golden eyes wide and fixed on the scene. "She's actually drinking it. Fuck, that's hot."

"I told you the personal touch was better," Celeste adds, her voice breathy. The angel girl is squirming on her bench now, one hand drifting down between her thick thighs. "Wait until it's my turn. I need that so badly."

Bessie's breathing has become ragged pants, her grip tightening in my hair. "The other one," she gasps. "Please, the other breast is so full it hurts. Switch."

I pull back, a thin strand of milk connecting my lips to her nipple, and shift to her other breast. The moment my mouth closes around this nipple, Bessie cries out—a sound of pure relief mixed with something else, something needier. The milk flows even faster from this one, and I have to swallow repeatedly to keep up with the flow.

"Fuck fuck fuck," Bessie chants, her tail thrashing behind her. "I'm gonna—oh god, you're gonna make me—"

Her entire body suddenly goes rigid, her back arching off the bench. The milk in my mouth becomes a torrent as her orgasm crashes through her, her breast literally gushing into my throat while her pussy clenches visibly between her spread thighs, releasing a flood of clear arousal that runs down onto the bench.

"ARIA's gonna have a field day with this," the AI's voice suddenly crackles through a speaker, dripping with amusement. "Well well, little virgin. Didn't think you had it in you. By the way, you just made that cowgirl cum from breast stimulation alone. Impressive. Also slightly pathetic that you're drinking the product instead of collecting it. That's profit you're swallowing, genius."

Daily To do list :

Morning (9:41 AM):

- Feed all 47 monster girls (automated dispensers + manual supplements for pregnant individuals) - NOT STARTED

- Milk 6 pregnant girls in Milking Parlor (IN PROGRESS - Currently working on Bessie, then Amber, Celeste, Daisy, Seraphina, Kitsune)

- Drain 4 futas before satisfaction drops to red zone (URGENT - must do after milking)

Midday:

- Check fertility tracker

- Arrange breeding pairs in Barn Three

Afternoon:

- Complete any remaining milking

- Collect and deposit products with ARIA

Evening:

- Futa satisfaction management

- Final checks

Daily Target: $1,500

Profit: -10