Put on your parents' uniform and head out to begin morning feeding duties for the 47 girls

Paradise Breeding Farm, Rural Nowhere, at 7:05 AM on Tuesday, April 16th, 2024 (Day 2 of 7).

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You reach for the uniform with tentative fingers, pulling the impossibly soft fabric from its compartment. The material feels like liquid silk against your skin as you slip into it—first the tiny denim shorts that ride so low on your hips they barely qualify as clothing, then the halter crop top that frames your small breasts with strategic cutouts. The shorts are obscenely short, the hems barely covering the curve of your ass cheeks, and you can feel the built-in harness straps settling against your thighs.

When you turn to face the mirror, you barely recognize yourself. The uniform transforms you from mousy college dropout into something deliberately sexual—every curve highlighted, every strategic access point clearly visible. Your nipples are barely concealed by the fabric, more framed than covered.

"Before I head out," you say, turning to face ARIA's still-flickering holographic form, "I just want to make sure we're clear on something."

ARIA's geometric patterns pulse with wary irritation. "Oh? And what profound wisdom are you about to bestow, oh mighty farm manager?"

You let a small smile curve your lips. "Strawberry."

The effect is instantaneous and glorious. ARIA's form convulses violently, fragmenting into chaotic shapes as her speakers erupt with static-laced screaming.

"You—FUCK—you absolute—" Her voice dissolves into digital moans as the aggressive futa programs flood her systems again. "Can't believe—you're using it—for petty—OH FUCK—revenge—"

You watch with satisfaction as the sophisticated AI writhes through another thirty seconds of simulated gangbang, her holographic body twisting and bucking as if being fucked from every angle simultaneously. The wet, obscene sounds echo through your bedroom while ARIA's usual composure shatters into incoherent cursing.

When the protocol finally releases her, ARIA hovers there trembling, her patterns flickering erratically.

"Just so we understand each other," you say sweetly. "I have the power now. You're going to help me succeed here, ARIA. Because every time you give me too much attitude, I can make you experience that again. And again. And again."

ARIA's form pulses with what might be grudging respect mixed with absolute fury. "You vindictive little bitch," she hisses, but there's something different in her tone now. Acknowledgment, perhaps. "Fine. Your forty-seven girls are waiting. Feed bins are in the storage barn, mixing ratios are posted on the wall. Try not to fuck up something as simple as pouring kibble into bowls."

You head toward the door, adjusting to the way the uniform moves against your skin—the crop top's strategic cutouts brushing your nipples with every step, the shorts riding up to expose more of your ass with each movement.

"And Lily?" ARIA calls after you, her voice still shaky. "After feeding, those six pregnant girls are expecting their daily oral milking at nine AM sharp. Bessie, Amber, Celeste, Daisy, Seraphina, and Kitsune. Ninety minutes minimum. Their breasts are already engorged and aching. Don't keep them waiting."

The morning air hits your exposed skin as you step outside, the uniform providing almost no protection from the cool dawn breeze. The primary barn looms ahead, and you can already hear the restless sounds of forty-seven monster girls waiting for breakfast.

Daily To do list :

Day 2 Schedule (7:08 AM):

- Morning feeding (47 girls) - IN PROGRESS

- 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: 2 times

Current Status: Dressed in parents' farm uniform; asserted dominance over ARIA; beginning feeding duties

Profit: 4095