Deposit Bessie's milk, then offer to give Amber the same mouth treatment

Paradise Breeding Farm, Rural Nowhere, at 9:57 AM on Monday, April 15th, 2024 (Day 1 of 7).

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I carefully carry Bessie's collection vessel to the small adjacent room ARIA indicated. The deposit station is a sleek metal console with a circular platform that glows faintly blue. I set the vessel down and the platform immediately begins scanning it, numbers flickering across a holographic display.

"One point four liters of grade-A cowgirl breast milk," ARIA announces with her characteristic disdain. "Minus the ten dollars you swallowed like an idiot, that's seventy dollars added to your pathetic total. Try to keep the product OUT of your stomach this time."

The vessel drains automatically into the system, and I return to the main parlor where five pregnant monster girls wait with varying degrees of impatience. Amber's golden eyes light up the moment I walk back in.

"Finally!" the orange tabby catgirl purrs, her tail swishing excitedly behind her. "Come on, sweetie. These tits have been aching for the last hour."

I approach her bench, my heart hammering. "I'll... I'll use my mouth like I did with Bessie. But I need to try not to drink too much this time."

"Whatever you say, hun," Amber grins, settling back and spreading her thighs slightly. Her pregnant belly rises between us, and her breasts are magnificently swollen—not quite as massive as Bessie's, but still heavy and taut with milk. Her nipples are a dusky pink, already leaking thin streams that run down the rounded undersides. "Just get that pretty mouth on me already."

I position the collection vessel beneath her right breast and lean forward, my hands trembling slightly as they cup the warm, heavy flesh. The moment my lips close around her nipple, Amber gasps sharply.

"Fuck yes," she moans, her fingers immediately tangling in my hair. "That's it. Suck it, sweetie. Suck it hard."

The milk flows immediately, warmer than Bessie's, with a slightly different flavor—still sweet but with a faintly floral note that coats my tongue. I force myself to let most of it dribble from the corners of my mouth into the vessel below, only swallowing occasionally. The wet sounds of sucking and dripping milk fill the parlor.

Amber's breathing becomes ragged almost instantly. "God, your mouth is so fucking soft," she pants, her hips starting to roll slightly. "Don't stop. The other one too. Please."

I switch breasts, and Amber's back arches off the bench. Her tail wraps around my waist, pulling me closer. The milk gushes faster now, and I'm struggling to keep from swallowing too much—the taste is intoxicating, and my own body is responding in ways I don't understand. Heat pools low in my belly.

"She's really getting into it," Celeste observes from her bench, her voice breathy. The blonde angel girl has one hand between her thighs now, rubbing slowly. "I can't wait for my turn."

"None of us can," Daisy the cowgirl adds, squirming visibly.

Daily To do list :

Morning (10:05 AM):

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

• Milk 6 pregnant girls in Milking Parlor (IN PROGRESS - Bessie COMPLETE [1.4L collected and deposited, $70], Amber IN PROGRESS, then Celeste, Daisy, Seraphina, Kitsune)

• Drain 4 futas before satisfaction drops to red zone (URGENT - approximately 90 minutes remaining)

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

Current Profit: $70 (Bessie's milk deposited)

Profit: 70