Offer to manually relieve some of their breast pressure with my hands and mouth right now, even if I can't collect the milk for sale

Main Barn Interior, Paradise Breeding Farm, at 09:38 AM on Monday April 15th, 2024 (Day 1 of 7)

I step closer to the fence, my heart, like, totally going out to these poor girls with their swollen, aching breasts. "What if I just help you manually? Like, right now? I could use my hands and mouth to relieve some of the pressure even if we can't collect it for sale!"

Bessie and Dulce's eyes go wide, their cow ears perking up with sudden hope.

"Oh goddess, would you?" Dulce whimpers, her hands squeezing her engorged tits desperately. "It would help SO much!"

"You'd really do that for us?" Bessie asks, her voice breathy with need.

Before I can answer, ARIA's voice cuts in with maximum irritation. "Oh for fuck's sake. Fine. If you're going to waste perfectly good product, at least use the collection jugs so we can track volume even if it's contaminated by your slutty mouth. There are sterile containers in the cabinet by the east wall—the one marked 'Emergency Supplies.' The jugs have measurement marks on the side. Even an idiot should be able to figure out how to position them under their nipples before you start... manually relieving them."

I turn toward where ARIA indicated and spot a metal cabinet. Inside are rows of clear plastic jugs with measurement lines and wide openings. I grab two and bring them back to the enclosure gate.

"Um, so like... how exactly do I...?" I hold up the jugs, genuinely confused about the logistics.

"You place the jug opening under a nipple. Then you squeeze and suck. Gravity does the rest. This is not advanced physics," ARIA sighs with the kind of exasperation usually reserved for explaining things to toddlers. "The jugs have marks every hundred milliliters. You'll need to position them so the milk actually goes IN the jug and not all over the floor. Can you manage that, or do I need to draw you a diagram?"

I blink at the jugs, then at Bessie and Dulce's massive dripping breasts, then back at the jugs. Like, okay, so the jug goes under the boob, and then I squeeze above it so the milk goes down into the jug? That seems... really complicated? What if I squeeze wrong and it sprays everywhere? What if the jug tips over? There are, like, so many ways this could go wrong!

"I... I think I get it?" I say uncertainly, opening the enclosure gate and stepping inside with the two jugs. Bessie and Dulce immediately press closer, their heavy breasts swaying.

"Please," Bessie moans. "Just try. Even if you spill some, it'll feel SO good to have someone touch us."

Their desperate need makes my pussy throb with sympathy—and, okay, also with arousal because they're, like, super hot and I'm totally naked and about to put my mouth on their tits.