Go directly to the Milking Parlor to prepare stations for the six pregnant girls

Paradise Breeding Farm, Rural Nowhere, at 8:10 AM on Tuesday, April 16th, 2024 (Day 2 of 7).

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I hurry toward the Milking Parlor with single-minded focus, my legs still shaky from Akari's forced orgasm. The automated drones are efficiently handling the remaining feeding rounds behind me, their mechanical whirring a strange comfort as I push through the barn's side door into the smaller adjacent building.

The Milking Parlor is exactly as my parents designed it—six cushioned stations arranged in a semicircle, each with restraint points and adjustable positioning. The morning light filters through frosted windows, illuminating the collection containers and sterilization equipment lined up along the back wall.

I move quickly between stations, checking that each one has fresh collection bottles, clean tubing, and proper cushioning. My hands shake slightly as I work, very aware of the sticky cum cooling on my thighs and the way my soaked shorts cling to my pussy. I should have cleaned up first, but there's no time—it's already 8:14 and I need everything ready before bringing the girls over.

"Lily?"

I spin around to find Bessie standing in the doorway, her massive breasts visibly swollen and leaking milk that drips steadily onto the floor. Behind her, I can see Amber, Celeste, Daisy, Seraphina, and Kitsune crowding the entrance, all watching me with obvious arousal.

"We heard you coming," Bessie continues, her nostrils flaring as she takes a deep breath. Her eyes widen. "Is that... cum? Are you covered in someone's cum?"

The six pregnant girls push into the room together, forming a semicircle around me. Their eyes are locked on my stained thighs where Akari's release is clearly visible against my skin. The scent of their arousal fills the small space—thick, musky, overwhelming.

"Who came on you?" Amber demands, her tabby tail lashing behind her. "Was it one of the futas? Did they fuck you this morning?"

"I—no, it was just—" I stammer, backing up against one of the milking stations.

"You smell like sex," Kitsune interrupts, her three tails swaying hypnotically. "Like pussy and cum and desperate arousal. We've been waiting since seven-thirty to be milked, getting more and more worked up, and you walk in here absolutely drenched in fuck?"

Celeste's white wings flutter with agitation, her angelic face twisted with need. "Our breasts are so full they're aching. We're dripping milk on the floor. And now we can smell that you just got sexually used and we want—"

"We need more than just milking," Seraphina finishes quietly, her halo flickering. "You promised us relief. But now we need... everything."

Daisy steps closer, her hand moving between her own legs. "You're going to milk us. And then you're going to let us touch you. All of us. Together."