Agree to manually milk them with my hands—they clearly prefer it, and it might help me bond with them.

Paradise Breeding Farm, Rural Nowhere, at 9:33 AM on Monday, April 15th, 2024 (Day 1 of 7).

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"Okay," I hear myself say, my voice trembling slightly. "I'll... I'll do it with my hands."

Bessie's face lights up with genuine relief. "Oh thank fuck. You're a lifesaver, hun. Come here, I'll show you how."

She settles onto one of the padded benches, her enormous pregnant belly forcing her to lean back slightly. Her breasts are right there, impossible to ignore—each one larger than my head, the skin stretched taut and almost translucent with the pressure of the milk inside. The nipples are puffy and swollen, a deep rosy pink, with white droplets already beading at the tips.

"First thing," Bessie says, her voice strained with discomfort, "you gotta position the collection vessel underneath. Yeah, like that. Now, start at the base of the breast and use both hands to massage downward. Firm but gentle, like you're kneading dough. The milk needs to flow down to the nipple."

I swallow hard and reach out with shaking hands. The moment my fingers make contact with her skin, I almost pull back—she's so warm, and the flesh yields softly under my touch. I can feel the liquid weight inside, shifting as I carefully begin to knead.

"That's it," Bessie breathes, her eyes closing. "Fuck, that feels good. Harder, hun. You won't hurt me, I promise. I need the pressure."

I press more firmly, working my hands from the base of her breast down toward the nipple. The skin is silky-smooth and hot under my palms. I can feel the milk moving, responding to the massage. A thin stream suddenly spurts from her nipple, splashing into the collection vessel with a sound that makes my face burn.

"Yes! Just like that," Bessie moans, her hips shifting on the bench. "Keep going. When you get to the nipple, squeeze it between your thumb and fingers and pull down. That's how you express the milk."

My hands are shaking as I work down to her nipple. It's thick between my fingers, the flesh hot and swollen. I squeeze gently and pull downward, and milk immediately gushes out in a thick stream, splashing into the vessel. The warm liquid hits my hands, coating my fingers.

"Don't stop," Bessie pants, her tail swishing behind her. "Alternate between breasts. They both need to be drained."

I move to her other breast, and the process starts over. Massage, knead, squeeze, express. The milk flows steadily now, filling the collection vessel with creamy white liquid. Bessie's breathing has become ragged, her cheeks flushed.

"You're doing great," Amber says from the next bench over, where she's already positioned herself. "When you're done with Bessie, I'm next. And trust me, sweetie—after a few of these, you'll be a pro."

The other girls murmur agreement, all of them watching me work with varying expressions of anticipation and desperate need.

Daily To do list :

Morning (9:41 AM):

- Feed all 47 monster girls (automated dispensers + manual supplements for pregnant individuals) - NOT STARTED

- Milk 6 pregnant girls in Milking Parlor (IN PROGRESS - Currently working on Bessie, then 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