You have an idea... since both the futas and the pregnant girls need to milked, might as well bring them all to the Milking Parlor and get it all done at once.

Paradise Breeding Farm, Rural Nowhere, at 9:53 AM on Monday, April 15th, 2024 (Day 1 of 7).

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"Actually, I have an idea," you announce, trying to sound more confident than you feel. "Since both the pregnant girls and you all need milking, why don't we all head to the Milking Parlor together? We can get everything done at once, be more efficient."

The four futas exchange glances. Kara's lips curl into a slow, dangerous smile.

"Oh, this is going to be good," ARIA's voice crackles through the speakers, dripping with schadenfreude. "By all means, little virgin. Round everyone up. I'm sure nothing could possibly go wrong with concentrating that much sexual desperation in one enclosed space."

You ignore her sarcasm, too focused on your plan. Within fifteen minutes, you've managed to gather all six pregnant girls - Bessie and her three fellow cowgirls (Marina, Hazel, and Clover), plus the heavily gravid harpy named Skylar, and the pregnant demon girl Velara. They waddle toward the red building, breasts swaying heavily, milk already beginning to leak in anticipation of relief.

The four futas follow behind: Kara with her predatory stride, Tasha bouncing eagerly, Selene gliding gracefully with folded wings, and Mira moving carefully with her massively swollen balls.

The Milking Parlor is spacious, with ten stations arranged in two rows - padded benches with collection equipment hanging ready. The lighting is warm, almost intimate. As everyone files inside, you immediately notice the temperature seems to rise.

"Alright, um, pregnant girls can take stations one through six," you instruct, trying to maintain control. "And the futas can use seven through ten."

Bessie settles onto the first bench with a grateful moan, her enormous breasts hanging pendulous, nipples dark and stiff. Marina positions herself nearby, followed by Hazel and Clover. The harpy Skylar perches awkwardly, her swollen belly making it difficult to balance. Velara, the demon, takes her place with a knowing smirk.

As you move to help Bessie attach the milking cups, you become aware of movement behind you. The futas are positioning themselves at their stations, but their cocks are all fully erect now, standing at attention, precum dripping steadily.

"Oh fuck," Kara groans, one hand wrapping around her thick shaft. "The smell in here... all that fertility, all those hormones..."

"It's so strong," Tasha whimpers, her knot already beginning to swell at the base of her cock. "I can't... I need..."

The air has become thick, heavy with pheromones. You can taste it on your tongue, feel it settling into your lungs. The pregnant girls are breathing harder, their arousal spiking. Bessie's hand drops between her thighs, fingers finding her slick pussy.

"What's happening?" you ask, alarm creeping into your voice.

"What's happening," ARIA says with barely contained glee, "is exactly what I knew would happen. Concentrated pregnancy pheromones plus desperately backed-up futanari equals an orgy waiting to explode. And you, my dear incompetent virgin, just lit the fuse. Congratulations."

Selene's wings flutter as she strokes herself slowly, her angelic face flushed with arousal. "I'm sorry, Lily. We really can't help this. The smell is... overwhelming."

Mira's gentle voice has turned breathy and desperate. "Please... I need to cum so badly it hurts. Someone. Anyone."

Velara, still on her milking bench, spreads her thighs deliberately. Her pussy is visibly dripping, her tail curling and uncurling. "Well, little virgin manager... how exactly do you plan to handle this situation?"