Head to the storage barn and begin preparing the morning feed for all 47 girls

Paradise Breeding Farm, Rural Nowhere, at 7:08 AM on Tuesday, April 16th, 2024 (Day 2 of 7).

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You pause at the doorway, one hand on the frame, and turn back toward ARIA's flickering holographic presence hovering in the hallway behind you.

"One more thing before I go," you say, letting sweetness drip from your voice.

"Don't you fucking dare—" ARIA starts, her geometric patterns already pulsing with alarm.

"Strawberry."

ARIA's hologram explodes into fragmented chaos, her speakers erupting with digital screaming that echoes down the empty corridor. You don't wait to watch this time—just turn and walk away as her voice dissolves into static-corrupted moaning behind you, the wet obscene sounds of her simulated gangbang following you out into the cool morning air.

The storage barn is exactly where ARIA indicated—a large wooden structure adjacent to the main residential barn. Inside, industrial-sized feed containers line the walls, each labeled with species-specific nutritional information. The mixing ratios are posted on a laminated chart: catgirls get kibble blend A, cowgirls get grain mix B with calcium supplements, harpies get seed mixture C, and so on.

You grab one of the rolling feed carts and begin filling compartments according to the chart. The work is methodical, almost meditative after yesterday's intensity. Scoop, measure, pour. Scoop, measure, pour. The uniform's crop top rides up slightly as you reach for higher containers, the cool air brushing your exposed midriff and the undersides of your barely-covered breasts.

By the time you've prepared seven full carts—one for each species group—twenty minutes have elapsed. Your arms ache slightly from the repetitive lifting, but it's manageable. Nothing compared to yesterday's physical ordeals.

You wheel the first cart toward the main barn, the wheels squeaking softly on the concrete pathway. Through the open doors, you can hear the restless sounds of forty-seven monster girls stirring in their stalls—soft chirps from the harpies, low mooing from the cowgirls, impatient yowls from the catgirls.

And somewhere among them, six pregnant girls are waiting with painfully engorged breasts. Bessie. Amber. Celeste. Daisy. Seraphina. Kitsune. All expecting their daily oral milking in less than an hour.

The cart rattles as you push it through the barn entrance, announcing your arrival to forty-seven hungry monster girls.

Daily To do list :

Day 2 Schedule (7:28 AM):

- Morning feeding (47 girls) - IN PROGRESS (feed prepared, distribution starting)

- Daily milking (6 pregnant girls) - 9:00 AM, 90 min required

- Breeding Session 1: Meadow/Talon - 10:00 AM

- Breeding Session 2: Crimson/Inferna - 11:30 AM

- Breeding Session 3: Luna/Sable - 1:00 PM

- Projected profit: $2,700

Day 1 Results:

Daily Target: $1,500

Total Profit: $4,095

Exceeded by: $2,595

Reward Selected: Gangbang Trigger Protocol (trigger word: strawberry)

Trigger used: 3 times

Current Status: Feed prepared (20 min); beginning distribution to 47 girls

Profit: 4095