Head to the Milking Parlor immediately to handle the six pregnant girls who need relief.

Paradise Breeding Farm, Rural Nowhere, at 9:25 AM on Monday, April 15th, 2024 (Day 1 of 7).

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The red building looms ahead as I cross the farm grounds, my sneakers crunching on gravel. Through the windows I can see movement—curves and skin and the distinct sway of heavy, milk-laden breasts. My stomach twists into knots.

The door slides open automatically, revealing a clinical interior that smells faintly of lavender and something else—something warm and organic that makes my cheeks flush. The Milking Parlor is surprisingly sophisticated: padded benches arranged in a semicircle, each equipped with transparent collection vessels and what look like automated suction cups attached to flexible tubing. Soft ambient lighting bathes everything in a gentle glow.

Six monster girls turn to look at me as I enter, and the weight of their attention nearly makes me stumble.

"Oh thank god," sighs a cowgirl with magnificent curved horns and black-and-white spotted ears. Her breasts are absolutely massive, easily larger than my head, straining against gravity with visible blue veins tracing beneath pale skin. Droplets of white liquid bead at her puffy pink nipples. "I'm Bessie. I've been waiting for over an hour and I'm so fucking full it hurts."

A catgirl with orange tabby markings and swollen breasts nearly as large nods vigorously, her tail swishing with agitation. "Amber here. Same. My tits feel like they're gonna explode if someone doesn't drain them soon."

The other four—another cowgirl, two angel girls with luminous white wings, and a foxgirl with three tails—all murmur agreement. Every single one of them is visibly pregnant, their bellies rounded and their breasts grotesquely engorged with milk. They're all completely naked, unselfconscious about their bodies in a way that makes me feel like a prude just for wearing clothes.

"Um," I manage, my voice embarrassingly small. "I'm... I'm Lily. I'm here to... to milk you?"

Bessie's brown eyes widen. "You're the new manager? You look like you've never even seen tits this big before."

"I haven't," I admit, then immediately regret my honesty.

Amber laughs, not unkindly. "Well, you're about to get real familiar with them, hun. C'mon, it's not rocket science. We get on the benches, you hook us up to the pumps, and nature does the rest. Or..." She pauses, her golden feline eyes glinting with something I can't quite read. "You could do it manually. Some of us prefer the personal touch. Feels better than the machines."

"M-manually?" I stammer.

One of the angel girls—blonde, ethereal, with an innocent face that somehow makes her heavy pregnant body even more obscene—smiles sweetly. "She means with your hands, sweetie. And your mouth, if you're feeling generous. I'm Celeste, by the way. The machines work fine, but there's something about warm hands and a soft tongue that really gets the milk flowing."

Daily To do list :

Morning (9:33 AM):

- Feed all 47 monster girls (automated dispensers + manual supplements for pregnant individuals)

- Milk 6 pregnant girls in Milking Parlor (IN PROGRESS - Bessie, 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: 0