Do individual wellness checks on each pregnant girl before eating

Paradise Breeding Farm, Rural Nowhere, at 8:19 PM on Monday, April 15th, 2024 (Day 1 of 7).

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You ignore the open office door and turn back to the six stalls, determination overriding the exhaustion creeping through your limbs. "I'll eat after I check on everyone properly," you say, approaching Bessie's stall first.

"Lily, no—" Bessie starts, but you're already opening the access panel and stepping inside.

The pregnant cowgirl towers over you even while sitting, her massive milk-swollen breasts resting heavily against her rounded belly. You crouch beside her, trying to remember what you're supposed to check for. "How are you feeling? Any discomfort? Pain?"

"I'm fine, but you're not," Bessie says firmly, her ears flattening with concern. "You're shaking. Look at your hands."

You glance down and realize she's right—your fingers are trembling visibly. "It's just fatigue—"

"It's blood sugar crash," Celeste calls from her stall. "I can see it from here. Your skin's gone pale and you're swaying."

"I'm handling the checks first," you insist stubbornly, but when you try to stand your knees buckle slightly.

Bessie catches you with surprising gentleness, her strong arms steadying you. "Stubborn little thing," she murmurs. Then louder: "Girls, she's going to collapse if we don't do something."

"Offer her milk," Seraphina suggests immediately. "Direct feeding. It's nutritionally dense and we're all engorged anyway."

Your face flushes hot. "I can't just—"

"You can and you will," Daisy interrupts. "ARIA, can you confirm breast milk would address her caloric deficit?"

"Affirmative," the AI responds. "Monster girl breast milk contains approximately two hundred calories per eight ounces, along with essential proteins and electrolytes. Direct consumption would stabilize her blood sugar within ten minutes. Additionally, the pregnant girls require relief from engorgement. It's an efficient solution to both problems."

"See?" Bessie's voice is gentle but brooking no argument. "You need calories, we need relief. Let us help you the way you helped us this morning."

"I don't—I can't just—" You're stammering, overwhelmed by the suggestion.

Amber's voice carries from the next stall. "Lily, you gave us incredible relief this morning with your mouth. Let us return the favor. We're not asking—we're insisting."

"Besides," Kitsune adds with a hint of amusement in her tone, "you clearly enjoyed the taste this morning. We could all feel how eagerly you swallowed."

Your face burns hotter, but before you can protest further, Bessie gently guides your head toward her chest. Her enormous breast fills your vision, the nipple already beading with creamy white droplets.

"Just drink," she whispers. "Please, Lily. For both of us."

The trembling in your hands intensifies. You're dizzy now, the barn tilting slightly. Your body is screaming for nutrition.

Bessie's nipple brushes against your lips, warm and already leaking.