Check on the pregnant Cowgirls first since their breasts look really full and uncomfortable.

Main Barn Interior, Paradise Breeding Farm, at 09:31 AM on Monday April 15th, 2024 (Day 1 of 7)

I pad across the barn floor on bare feet, my tits bouncing with each step as I head toward the Cowgirl enclosure. The concrete is cool under my soles and, oh my god, I can already see them—two absolutely gorgeous Cowgirl futas with the most massive breasts I've ever seen in my life.

They're both leaning against the wooden fence of their pen, and their udders—like, I guess they're technically boobs but they're SO huge and heavy they totally look like udders—are visibly swollen and tight. Little droplets of creamy white milk are literally beading at their nipples and dripping down onto the straw below. One of them has caramel-colored skin and soft brown cow ears that twitch as I approach, her horns small and curved. The other is paler with black-and-white spotted patterns on her ears and horns.

"Oh, thank the goddess," the caramel-skinned one moans when she sees me. Her voice is breathy and strained. "You must be the new owner. I'm Bessie, and this is Dulce. We're, like, SO full right now. It hurts so good but also just hurts, you know?"

Dulce nods frantically, cupping her enormous milk-heavy breasts and whimpering. "Please tell me you're here to milk us. ARIA said morning milking doesn't start until afternoon but we're pregnant and we woke up already bursting. Look!"

She squeezes one of her fat nipples and a thick stream of milk jets out, splashing onto the ground. The sweet smell hits my nose and my mouth waters. My pussy clenches involuntarily.

"We've been leaking all morning," Bessie adds, her own hands kneading her swollen tits. "Our babies are due in a couple days so our production is, like, at maximum. But the automatic milkers won't activate until the scheduled time and ARIA won't override it manually because she says we need to 'learn discipline.'"

"That sounds, like, super mean!" I gasp, genuinely upset for them. Their breasts look so heavy and tight and uncomfortable. "Can't I just milk you now? You're obviously, like, totally ready!"

"The milking parlor is in the adjacent building," ARIA's voice cuts in from a speaker overhead. "And before you get any bright ideas, the equipment won't activate outside of scheduled milking hours. I programmed it that way specifically to prevent the girls from demanding constant relief. They can wait until afternoon like everyone else."

"But they're in pain!" I protest.

"They're in discomfort. There's a difference. And part of your job is learning to manage the schedule, not cater to every needy moo from a horny cow. Now finish your enclosure inspection before you waste the entire morning playing with tits."

Bessie and Dulce both groan in frustration, their hands still groping their own swollen breasts. I can see their thick futa cocks starting to swell between their legs too, pressing against their lower bellies. They're totally turned on from the pressure in their udders.

"I'm, like, SO sorry," I tell them, biting my lip. "I'll totally come milk you as soon as it's time, I promise!"

"It's okay," Dulce sighs, though she looks miserable. "We're used to waiting. Just... maybe come back soon? Please?"