Meat and dairy livestock

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At dawn, Jian Hong woke up with a slight tightness in her chest. Her breasts were already two sizes larger, and
her nipples were erect.

"Get up quickly," Jian Hong thought, grabbing the robe she had left on the bed before sleeping and hurriedly putting it on,
fastening her belt as she went outside.

This was the back kitchen of Wu's barbecue restaurant, where twenty meat-producing animals and ten dairy-producing animals were kept. Jian Hong was
one . She had been doing this for five years since she was eighteen.

"Good morning," a thin girl greeted her, looking somewhat listless.

Recently, business at the barbecue restaurant had been good, and the unscrupulous owner often slaughtered the animals again before they had fully recovered
. One or two girls tried to suggest taking a break, but the owner's wife glared at them: "Don't you want to work anymore
? There are people lining up outside who want to!"

In this economic crisis, even college graduates couldn't find jobs; it was
already . Jian Hong sells breast milk, which sounds easier than being a butcher, but once you're in the business, you
realize it's not easy at all.

"Good morning, Qi Qi." Jian Hong speaks softly; she's a quiet girl, afraid that if she speaks
loudly , her milk will spill.

"It's my turn again today." Qi Qi touches her own flesh: "It hasn't grown much yet."

"The boss is lucky," Jian Hong tells her. "Some butchers force-feed their animals
water before they start."

"You're lucky too; the boss's wife didn't give you any hormones." Qi Qi finally smiles: "I've seen
those butchers who've been given hormones; their breasts are terrifyingly big. They'll probably never get married."

Yes, Jian Hong is currently dating; if she ruins her figure, with breasts as big as sacks,
no handsome guy will want her.

"What are you babbling about! Get to work!" The boss's wife suddenly appears out of nowhere,
a cigarette dangling from her mouth. With just a glare, the two girls were so frightened they quickly ran into the back room, one to the left and
the other to the right, each going to their respective posts.

Jian Hong's breasts, after a night of accumulating milk, were already swollen and full. This spurred her
to quickly sit down in her cubicle, pick up the plastic suction nozzle from the table, and place it over her two swollen nipples, which looked as if they were about to
burst . Then, she gently turned on the vacuum pump. A soft motor hum filled the air,
and she felt both nipples tighten simultaneously. The nipples, which were already positioned between the nozzle and the tubing, were suddenly
sucked in, stretched into long sections within the confined space.

Jian Hong pushed her breasts forward along the base of her breasts, and white milk gushed out from the nipples under the vacuum, turning
the transparent tubing a hazy white.

"Mmm..." Jian Hong squeezed her breasts while pressing her nipples with her fingers to make the milk
flow more smoothly. Only in this way could she feel some relief from the stuffiness in her chest.

Actually, Jian Hong wasn't a very beautiful dairy farm worker, because her breasts weren't particularly
full or firm; you could barely squeeze them to see a cleavage. While milk production and breast size
weren't directly related, in most people's minds, a small-breasted girl like her
didn't seem qualified to be a dairy farm worker.

Luckily, the shop owner was their old neighbor, and through connections,
he got her started working after she obtained her dairy farm worker certificate.

The white milk flowed more and more, and the heaviness in Jian Hong's heart lessened. Gradually, both 100ml
bottles were full, and she couldn't pump any more milk from her breasts. Jian Hong turned off the vacuum pump,
put her clothes back on , sealed the still-steaming bottles, and handed them to the shop owner.

"Is that all?" the shop owner said unhappily. "Go eat, and pump again when you come back."

The shop owner was probably the most heartless person in the world.
They wouldn't give up until they'd squeezed every last drop of blood, sweat, and milk from these girls .

Jian Hong didn't dare argue with her and silently went to the head cook to queue for her meal. Because she'd slept in
ten minutes longer that morning, she hadn't dressed properly before leaving home; she wasn't even wearing a bra, and
you could .

"Hehe..." one of the helpers inside let out a lewd laugh, which immediately drew
a scolding from the landlady: "Are you trying to get yourself killed! Haven't you ever seen your mother's breasts before?! If you don't want to see them, go home and look at your sister!"

The head cook remained calm and expressionless as he gave her a meal to take home.

Jian Hong carefully carried her breakfast, head down, past the landlady; she didn't even have the courage to thank her.

This was her day's work, the beginning of her life. She was always accompanied by
the lustful eyes of those male workers and the landlady's scolding. When would this end?

Actually, compared to Qi Qi, what was this?

Qiqi was two years older than her and the eldest child in her family, with five younger siblings to support. Her
parents were ordinary people, and their wages weren't enough to make ends meet; otherwise, they wouldn't have let their daughter do
this bloody, meat-cutting job.

The barbecue restaurant didn't get busy until the evening, but the livestock had to be slaughtered in the morning. Qiqi

took off her clothes and climbed into the sink, grabbing a showerhead and spraying water on herself. The kitchen helpers walked around, and she didn't shy away from exposing her private parts to these men. Instead, she spread her legs wide, carefully washing every corner of her body. After all, if the boss received a complaint that the meat wasn't clean, she would have her wages docked. 　　"Take off your clothes now!" a chubby kitchen helper yelled, grabbing a young girl's hand. Qiqi looked over curiously and saw a girl of about seventeen or eighteen, like a flower bud, wearing a red sweater over a white shirt, a black skirt around her waist, and black leggings tightly covering her slender legs. Qiqi saw that the girl was almost crying, but her hands were still tightly clutched to her chest . 　　The chubby kitchen helper, named Wang He, was a dishonest person. Sometimes he would secretly . He also frequently groped the meat, but the meat...

Judging from his appearance, he's probably... (The rest of the text appears to be unrelated and refers to a website or online forum.)

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