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Gina's Job: Part 3

Morning came with a crack of light shining in through a barely open curtain in Gina's room. It crept across her dresser and along hr floor, up the sheet draped loosely across her bed atop her comforter, and finally along the mattress itself. The dim rays of light crossed one white furred foot, and then the other, up and along toned calves and shapely thighs, then across the mink's rather naked hips. She lay on her front, ass perched slightly in the air on a few pillows and legs spread wide with her tail in the air. Were it not for the snoring, the room would look positively pornographic. Instead, her fur lay ruffled and her tail in slight clumps from rolling in the bed. The light crept upwards, across her back and then her head and finally up along the wall. Gina's alarm went off half an hour later but was ignored for nearly another hour. When she finally awoke, the mink did so with a groan and a punch in her alarm's general direction. Missing the first time, she lashed out again, struck her alarm, and promptly rolled off the bed.

The fall wasn't particularly long, and because of the rug on which her bed rested wasn't particularly painful, save for the fat she landed on her chest. The previous days' activities had taken their toll on her body. Now with two heavy fucks and two pregnancies already under her belt, her body had adapted just slightly to the increased workload put upon it. Now, instead of the shapely D-cups she had before, the mink landed on decidedly larger E-cups, both painfully swollen with mink milk and both sporting tensed nipples, neither of which appreciated being landed upon.

She sat up straight with a sharp yelp and a grasp to her chest. Immediately, she looked down at her breasts. From her position they hung slightly more than they usually did, but more importantly, as she stared, a hint of white formed at the peaks of each of her nipples. They had grown too, turning from perky black nubs to longer and thicker teats. Even her areola had become more puffy and thick. Normally a deep black in color, being as swollen as they were, there was a slightly purplish tint to her skin.

With a sigh, she began to stand up, only to be greeted by the throbbing pulse of Thad's attentions in her hips. An ache permeated her pelvis and thighs as a reminder of the pleasure the handsome rooster bestowed upon her and the heavy clutch he left growing in her belly. But that was yesterday, and with the reminder of her previous days' activities, the thought of her final appointment came to mind. Rising to her feet, she shook her head.

Care in her step moved her to the bathroom. While her breasts were swollen, so were her labia. Those warm folds, normally tightly held against her hips, had become somewhat puffy and engorged. A touch against them just as the water in her shower began to heat sent a twinge up through her spine. She glanced to the little razor sitting in a small dish and just shook her head. Not today. I'd circumcise myself if I tried to use that damn thing, she thought while straightening up with small creaks from her joints.

Stepping into the shower, she settled into her morning routine. The scent of coffee coming from the automatic machine in her kitchen spurred her onwards through her shower. When she turned the water off and stepped out, she reached for a towel out of instinct but immediately thought of her shower after her fun with Thad. Instead, the mink eased to her bathroom cabinet and pulled out a large hair dryer.

Twenty minutes later, she emerged from her bathroom, still nude, and headed to the kitchen. Her morning coffee's smell filled the air and served to perk up her step and open her eyes. And at the first sip, the heavy and hearty sigh that rose through her chest made her breasts wobble just slightly. She turned to reach for the fridge, opened it, and spotted the almost empty milk bottle. Fuck. I knew I forgot something after work yesterday, she thought. Guess I'll just have it black today.

Gina turned back to her coffee, then looked down at the bloated mink tits blocking her view of her cup. Her eyes narrowed just slightly. I don't suppose... since no one's around... I guess I could do it.

The mink moved one hand to cup against the underside of her left breast, and leaning just slightly over her coffee cup, she gave her tit a generous squeeze. Immediately, a thick, pressurized streamer of milk shot from her engorged nipple and right into her coffee. The sensation of the milk flowing from her nipple caused a soft little whine to come from her lips. The second squeeze made her grind her thighs together. The third elicited an exhale of a breathy moan. Letting her tit go and looking to the tan colored coffee, she gave it a stir. Not bad. A little sweet. With her coffee in hand, she went about her morning routine. She read the news, had some fruit for breakfast, tended to the small herb garden on her balcony, and finally, after nearly an hour, put on some clothing.

Instead of the normally more robust undergarments she would wear for work, Gina picked out a pair of satin undergarments. Putting them on, she looked to her usual work attire, but passing over that, she picked out a slightly more loose fitting shirt and pair of pants. All the better to keep from rubbing myself raw... and a little room to grow into. The thought of doing any more growing into her clothing made her sigh softly. If this work routine kept up, Gina would be needing a wardrobe.

The drive to work was uneventful, save for the potholes on 5th avenue. The short few blocks of poorly maintained road made her curse under her breath more than once as she bounced in her seat against her still tender hips and groin. By the time she parked her car and shut off the engine, she was already having to take slow and careful steps.

The mink walked in through a side entrance near her office so she could set her purse down and change into her scrubs before heading back into the hallway. Waving to Reggie at her desk, the mink made her way slowly back to the milking room.

Waiting inside was another employee, a bear, who had already settled into one of the small pumps towards the back of the room. Gina walked that way at first, then touching a hand against her chest to feel the way her breasts had swollen since the previous day's milkings, she moved to one of the larger capacity machines near the front of the room. The woman in back grunted while the machine she was hooked to worked away with a gentle sumping sound.

Sitting down, Gina picked up two of the cups and lifted her shirt, then undid her bra. Immediately, both of her breasts sagged down to hang heavy against her chest, each one straining just slightly with their weight. She fitted the cups against each of her nipples and switched the machine on. With the second sound filling the room and the cups pulling against her teats, pulling the milk from her strained breasts, Gina let out a warm grunt, closed her eyes and relaxed back into the small seat there for those using the machines.

"Beautiful," came a sudden masculine voice in the room. Gina's eyes snapped open to find a rather large figure standing right in front of her. Clothed in a white bathrobe, the poodle stood with arms folded across his chest. "Absolutely beautiful."

One of Gina's eyebrows rose. "Can I help you?" she asked with a lilt in her voice. She continued to stare at the poodle. His hair was pulled into a small puff atop his head and two puffballs adorned either of his ears' tips, but that was all the fur she could see on him. Both his puffs and his shaven skin were a deep black in color, similar to her own skin tone.

The poodle looked down to the cups attached to Gina's breasts and then back up to her face. He nodded, slowly, then smiled, "Yes. You can help me. In two hours for our appointment." The poodle's voice came out smooth and deep with a hint of a timbre to it. Though his voice didn't shake, there was a definite shudder to it that rode in almost as an afterthought.

She didn't react at first, caught in the sound of that voice and the gentle ministrations against her chest, but when her mind caught up, Gina furrowed her brow just slightly, "You're... uh... I'm sorry. I can't remember your name. You're my last appointment. Look, if you don't mind, this is a bit distracting," came her voice as she motioned to the machine busily working away against her chest, "so I'll see you later today, ok?" She smiled up at him.

With a nod, the poodle spoke once more, "Kostya is my name. I will look forward to seeing you again, most beautiful." Returning her smile, Kostya leaned forward just slightly and motioned towards the machine once more, "I heard rumors about new doctor and her treatment. Very effective." He straightened up and pulled the sash on his robe tighter. "I hope to get similar treatment. If not, I shall be sad. Yes... very beautiful." With that, he spun on his heels and began to walk away.

Gina sat there staring at him, watching his gait lilt from one side to the other while he walked. She watched his hips sway, though her eyes followed less of a swish and more of a wide-legged gait. A soft click caught her attention just as the machine her breasts were hooked to switched off. The tank registered full, though her breasts didn't register empty. Her attention diverted from the poodle, Gina eased herself out of the milking cups. Both breasts remained hanging heavily on her chest, still sagging somewhat and still bloated in size. Both her nipples stuck out from puffy areola distended like small teats on a cow. She touched one and shivered just slightly at its sensitivity.

The bra she had brought with her to work fit better once she slipped it on, and putting her shirt back on, she gathered up her belongings. The mink finished by putting a little label on the tank with her name on it. Likely the cafeteria would be serving it up with lunch as a treat for the guys.

She walked back to her office with a slight bounce in her step. Of course, the step made her chest jiggle and sway. A few of the guys in the hallways gave her a few whistles. Piff passed by with a full grope of her chest and a kiss right to her cheek, his dick leading the way as he walked off down the hall.

Passing Reggie's desk, the magpie looked up at Gina with a slight nod. "Good luck with Kostya, Gina. He can be a handfull," she said with a hint of boredom. Without waiting for a response, she looked back to her paperwork. Gina continued into her office.

Inside, she set about getting into the uniform she had ordered at the end of the previous day. After Piff and Thad, the mink had no more desire to ruin her clothing. Now, waiting on her in the back of her office, was a pair of scrubs. At least this way if things get messy I won't have to wait on my clothes to get cleaned before I go home. The fabric of the scrubs rested loosely on her body, though the top was still just slightly snug thanks to her swollen breasts.

Kostya's paperwork had already been lain out on her desk for her, waiting like a singular gift of masculine virility. Opening the file, the same ebony canine face greeted her as the one she saw in the milking room. Smiling with a lilt to his gaze, Kostya's profile picture reminded Gina of Thad's own glamour shots, though the poodle's looked significantly less like a model's. She flipped from the first to the second and got a good look at the poodle without his robe on. Unlike Thad and Piff who obviously spent every single day in the gym, Kostya's physique looked much softer. Lacking the thickly defined muscles that the other two studs did, the poodle was also skinnier. His fur was a deep, charcoal gray all across his body as were his skin tones, somewhat similar to Gina's own. Looking through the rest of the pictures, she stopped on one which showed Kostya in profile. Both Thad and Piff's profile pictures showed a significant bulge in the underwear they were sporting, but Kostya's was more than significant. The poodle's underwear stood out from his body as if a small melon had been stuffed into it, and unlike the other two studs' packages which rode close to their bodies, Kostya's sagged down from his groin. Breathing in a soft yet heavy sigh, Gina looked down to his fertility rating. At a ninety-eight, Kostya was the highest rated stud on the entire farm. He also looked to be the most well endowed.

The rest of Kostya's file gave fairly standard medical information on him along with his own personal tastes. Gina took note of the poodle's notes on classical music, flowers, and