Strip naked immediately because clothes are SO annoying, then head to activate the morning feeding systems.

Paradise Breeding Farm Main Entrance, Rural Nowhere County, at 09:24 AM on Monday April 15th, 2024 (Day 1 of 7)

Oh my god, like, finally! I'm literally tearing at my clothes before ARIA's hologram even finishes fading. The tank top comes off first—I yank it over my head and my massive tits bounce free, nipples already stiff in the morning air. So much better! Then I'm shimmying out of my shorts, not even bothering with the button, just wiggling my hips until they slide down my thick thighs and pool around my ankles. I step out of them and kick everything into a pile by the gate.

The breeze feels amazing on my bare skin. My purple braid swishes against my naked ass as I stretch, arms over my head, feeling the sun warm my body. This is how I'm meant to be—totally naked and free! My pussy's already getting wet just from the sensation of being nude outdoors. I'm such a slut, hehe!

"Oh god, you've got to be kidding me," ARIA's voice cuts through my moment of bliss. I look up to see her holographic interface flickering back to life, and if an AI could look disgusted, she's nailing it. "You've been here for seven minutes and you're already naked. Your parents warned me you were a exhibitionist nympho, but I thought they were exaggerating."

"Clothes are, like, super uncomfortable!" I protest, cupping my heavy breasts and giving them a little bounce. "And it's way easier to work when I can just feel everything, you know?"

"I don't want to know. I really, truly don't want to know," ARIA sighs. "Fine. Be naked. Just try not to get gangbanged by the futas before you finish your morning chores. The feeding system controls are in the main barn—that large red building straight ahead. There's a central control panel. Even you should be able to figure out which button to push."

I start skipping toward the barn, my tits bouncing with every step, and I can already hear more of those delicious sounds—moaning, cooing, the occasional sharp cry that makes my pussy clench. There are, like, so many hot monster girls here and I'm totally naked and this is the best job ever!

The barn door is heavy but I manage to pull it open. Inside, the scent hits me immediately—that sweet, musky, animalistic smell mixed with something else. Arousal. Lots and lots of arousal. My mouth literally waters.

The central control panel is right where ARIA said it would be, covered in buttons and switches with little labels. I squint at them, trying to make sense of the words. "Morning Feed Protocol"—okay, that one seems obvious! I press it and hear a mechanical whirring as dispensers activate throughout the building.

"Congratulations, you successfully pressed a button," ARIA's voice drips from a speaker. "Now you need to physically check each enclosure to make sure everyone's eating and there are no issues. And Candi? Some of the girls are going to notice you're naked. Just... try to finish the inspection before you end up on your back getting bred."

My pussy pulses at the thought. Like, that doesn't sound like a bad thing at all?

Daily To do list :

Morning:

1) ✓ Activate feeding dispensers

2) Check all enclosures for issues.

Midday:

3) Facilitate breeding sessions between compatible pairs.

Afternoon:

4) Milk all pregnant girls' breasts.

5) Milk all futa girls' cocks.

Evening:

6) Satisfy remaining futa girls to prevent aggressive behavior.

Daily Quota: $1,500

Profit: 0