Continue until Amber is fully drained, then move on to Celeste next

Paradise Breeding Farm, Rural Nowhere, at 10:05 AM on Monday, April 15th, 2024 (Day 1 of 7).

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I seal my lips tighter around Amber's nipple and increase the suction, feeling the catgirl's entire body shudder beneath me. Her fingers clench harder in my hair, her claws extending just slightly—not enough to hurt, but enough that I feel the sharp points prickling against my scalp.

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" Amber yowls, her back arching violently off the bench. Her tail lashes wildly, knocking over an empty collection vessel on the adjacent station with a clatter. "I'm cumming! Oh god, you're making me cum!"

The milk in my mouth suddenly gushes with increased force as her orgasm crashes through her. I struggle to keep my lips sealed, letting the excess overflow down my chin and into the waiting vessel below. Amber's hips buck against nothing, her thighs clamping together as her pussy visibly clenches, releasing a flood of clear arousal that pools on the bench beneath her pregnant form.

Her climax seems to last forever—at least thirty seconds of trembling, gasping, milk-spurting ecstasy. When she finally goes limp, panting raggedly, I pull back and quickly switch to hand massage, working the remaining milk from both breasts into the collection vessel with methodical squeezes.

"Holy... fucking... shit," Amber gasps between breaths, her golden eyes glazed and unfocused. "That was... you're incredible, sweetie. Seriously."

The vessel reads 1.1 liters when I'm finished—less than Bessie's yield, but still substantial. I carry it to the deposit station on shaky legs, my own body flushed with heat I don't entirely understand.

"One point one liters of grade-A catgirl breast milk," ARIA announces, her tone slightly less contemptuous than before. "Fifty-five dollars. You're at one hundred twenty-five total. Still pathetically far from target, but marginally less incompetent than I predicted."

When I return to the parlor, Celeste is practically vibrating with anticipation on her bench. The angel girl's white wings flutter behind her, her halo glowing softly above her blonde head. Her face maintains that sweet, innocent expression, but her blue eyes are dark with unmistakable hunger.

"My turn," she says softly, her voice breathy. "Please, Lily. I need your mouth so badly. These feel like they might burst."

Her breasts are enormous on her slender frame—each one easily as large as Bessie's had been, the pale skin stretched translucent with the pressure of milk inside. Her nipples are a delicate pink, already leaking thin streams that run down the pronounced curve of her pregnant belly.

I position myself and the collection vessel, my hands trembling as I cup the warm, heavy weight of her right breast. The moment my lips close around her nipple, Celeste makes a sound—low and throaty and absolutely obscene coming from such an innocent-looking face.

"Yes," she breathes, her hand immediately coming up to cradle the back of my head. "Just like that. Suck hard, Lily. Really hard. Angels need... we need more pressure than the others."

Daily To do list :

Morning (10:13 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/$70], Amber COMPLETE [1.1L/$55], Celeste IN PROGRESS, then Daisy, Seraphina, Kitsune)

• Drain 4 futas before satisfaction drops to red zone (URGENT - approximately 55-60 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: $125 (Bessie $70 + Amber $55)

Profit: 125