Reluctantly begin removing your clothes as commanded.

Paradise Breeding Farm, Rural Nowhere, at 10:17 AM on Monday, April 15th, 2024 (Day 1 of 7).

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Your fingers tremble as they find the hem of your shirt. The fabric feels foreign, too rough against skin that's suddenly hypersensitive to every sensation. You pull it upward, the cotton dragging across your hardened nipples and sending jolts of unwanted pleasure straight between your thighs.

"That's it," Kara purrs, her golden eyes tracking every inch of exposed flesh. "Show us what we're working with."

The shirt comes off. Your small breasts are barely contained by a plain white bra that suddenly feels constrictive, your nipples visible as dark points straining against the fabric. The cool air of the parlor hits your skin, but you're burning up from the inside.

Behind Kara, the orgy has reached a fever pitch. Tasha is howling, her dog cock erupting between Bessie's milk-slick breasts in thick ropes of cum that splatter across the cowgirl's face and neck. Bessie opens her mouth, catching some on her tongue, moaning as if the taste alone could bring her to orgasm.

"Fucking breed me," Hazel screams as Selene pounds into her pregnant cunt with brutal efficiency. The angel's wings are spread wide, her halo glowing brighter with each thrust. "Fill me up, make me yours!"

Selene's response is guttural. "You're already so full, you greedy slut. But I'll give you what you need."

Your hands move to your jeans button. The rational part of your brain is screaming to run, to stop this, but that voice is drowning in a tide of heat and need you've never experienced. Your pussy is soaked, your panties clinging wetly to your virgin lips. You can feel yourself clenching around nothing, desperate for something—anything—to fill the aching emptiness.

"She's getting wet," Velara observes from where she's now fisting Marina with both hands, the pregnant cowgirl's cunt stretched obscenely around eight fingers. "Look at that pathetic little wet spot. The virgin's body knows what it needs even if her mind doesn't."

Your jeans slide down your thighs. You step out of them, standing in just your plain cotton bra and panties—the most unsexy underwear imaginable, but nobody seems to care. Kara's massive cock throbs visibly, a thick strand of precum dripping from the flared head to splash on the floor.

"Everything," the demon futa commands. "I want to see all of you."

Mira's voice rises in a desperate keen as she slams into Clover one final time, her enormous balls drawing up tight. "I'm cumming, I'm fucking cumming, oh god—" Her cock pulses, and you can literally see the bulge of each massive spurt traveling up her shaft before flooding into Clover's pregnant cunt. It's too much for the smaller cowgirl to contain—thick white cum gushes out around Mira's cock with each pump, splattering on the floor in puddles.

Your hands reach behind your back for the bra clasp. The last barrier. The moment you remove it, there's no going back.

"Do it," Kara growls, stepping closer. Her cock is so close now you can feel the heat radiating from it. "Strip for us, little virgin. Show us the body we're about to ruin."

Daily To do list :

Morning (10:25 AM):

- ✓ Feed all 47 monster girls (COMPLETED)

- ✓ Manual supplements delivered to 6 pregnant girls (COMPLETED)

- IN PROGRESS: Milking session (CATASTROPHIC FAILURE - orgy in progress, all products being wasted)

- 4 futas being drained but zero profit

Midday:

- Check fertility tracker

- Arrange breeding pairs in Barn Three

Afternoon:

- Attempt damage control

- Try to salvage any remaining productivity

Evening:

- Futa satisfaction management

- Final checks

Daily Target: $1,500 (Currently: $0)

Profit: 0