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Gina's Job

Part 2

The rest of the day passed largely without incident, and that was much to Gina's rather sincere joy. After birthing four of Piff's pups, she had spent the rest of the day relaxing in her office and nursing a slightly aching set of hips while she worked on some simple paperwork. Going through the day's final amount of work to categorize, label, and finally test all the semen she had collected for potency was easy enough. All of the males she had collected from had given her a large enough sample each to work with, and the collected vials of semen now lay frozen in a cabinet in the back room of her office.

Closing time came soon enough, and with a movement that hinted at the treatment she'd been given earlier by the muscular Doberman, she rose from her desk to move to the back of her office. Her clothing had been somewhat stained by Piff's rather vigorous attention, and thankfully, the sweet magpie who had helped with the birthing had also gathered up all of her clothing and took it to the farm's cleaner. Now, her clothes lay folded in a small basket beside her lab table and next to the rest of her lab clothing. She would need a new lab coat for the next day. The previous one was still in cleaning thanks to the Doberman.

Moving with ease now, she began to disrobe, removing first her skirt and setting it in a second laundry basket, one marked for clothes which were destined for the laundry. Next came her shirt, a simple one and a far cry from the nicer one she wore at the start of the day. That too had been laundered for her and now lay waiting. Standing there in the cool air of her office in her underwear, she ran a paw lightly along her chest, feeling the way her breasts had swollen and gained in weight and girth. Before, they were hefty enough, but now they lay resting packed tightly in her bra, bloated by the milk left over from her pregnancy. She would have to make a small trip in the morning to the milking room just to relieve some pressure. Even now, her hefty breasts ached with the sheer volume of mink milk filling them. Even her nipples ached with a tightly stretched strain behind the satin comfort of her bra. Fortunately, there were a few other options for her waiting at her home. Tomorrow would be a little easier on her, clothing-wise. At least then she would have an idea of more appropriate dress for potential activites. After all, she still had two studs she still had to see, and both of those were even more fertile than Piff. If they were anything like the honry, tit-loving Doberman, they would each put a bit of a strain on her body.

The memory of her stretched and bloated belly, kicking and jerking with the rapidly growing accident, or intentional considering who caused it, swam in front of her mind, reminding her the way she had rapidly grown gravid and strained inside. Her tummy now lay flat against her belly like it had been at the start of the day, though there was a discernable stretch right around her navel. Reaching into a small box on a shelf, she removed a small set of jewelry. The first, a small silver ring with a green emerald stud was slipped into her navel. The little stone shone out with crisp color amongst her soft white fur. The next few, all earring studs, were placed in her ears, two each of a ruby and an emerald. The red matched her rich, deeply red hair and tail while the green offered a sharp contrast and compliment to the other two colors, drawing attention upwards rather than down along more generous and obvious assets. Finally, two much larger rings than the first were removed. Each lacked a stud but had enough of an opening to accommodate being slid into a piercing.

Gina looked back to her chest, and with a heated little sigh, reached up to cup her left breast in the cup of her bra. She eased it up and out of the cup, wincing a little at the way her tight nipple stung sliding against the sot fabric. The black nipple stood thick and erect atop an equally matching puffy areola, also made large by the weight of milk behind it. She reached up and began to work one of the thick rings into an imperceptible hole in her nipple, a piercing she had for many years now. The ring pushed slowly against her skin and began to slide inwards, but as it did so, her nipple suddenly puffed up and allowed a thick gout of milk to spray forth a good foot in front of her. An almost pained little whimper escaped her lips as she watched, continuing to work the ring into her breast. It happened twice more, each time her areola growing slightly more puffy and standing out from her tit just as her nipple grew slightly in size and vented another gout of creamy white milk, before she could get the ring fully into place. The mink replaced her breast into the bra, then proceeded, with similar results, to insert her nipple ring into her right breast.

With the task at hand completed, she leaned down to pick up the clothes she had worn to work and finished dressing a little more quickly. Once fully clothed, she gathered her belongings, turned off the lights in her office and headed home for the day.

Reggie was still at her desk in the reception room just down the hall from Gina's office. Spotting Reggie as Gina walked by, the mink stopped and smiled to the older woman. "Hey Reggie. Thanks for your help today. Made things a lot easier."

Reggie looked up from her mountain of paperwork and over her large, wide-rimmed glasses. Smiling to the mink standing in front of her, she nodded, "Any time, dear. I'm just happy you're fitting in so well. You should've seen Piff strutting about on the way back to his room. I don't think he's been that excited about a new doctor in years. If the other boys like you as much as he did, you're going to have a few problems keeping order in your office." As she spoke, her fingers continued to move over her paperwork, shuffling some aside and into a drawer. "I suppose it's a good thing you'll only have to se them all like that about once a month."

Gina let out a slow little sigh while a smile spread on her muzzle, "Oh thank god. I don't know if I could handle Piff being so... well he wasn't aggressive. He was just overly friendly. And insistent. But I suppose he's like that with everyone?"

"Heaven's yes. He almost begged me for a hand job twenty minutes after you'd finished birthing. He was right outside your door the whole time, you know. Just standing there and staring in through the window. I didn't shoo him away. Figured he should get a good look at the fruits of his labor."

"You mean my labor."

Reggie let out a low little chuckle at that and nodded, continuing, "Yes dear. Your labor. Congratulations, again. The staff really do enjoy seeing new hires getting along so well and ending up a little gravid. Don't worry. We all go through it once or twice a year. 'Cept for Rhonda. She's had eight so far this year and is on track to break the company record if she keeps things up. Of course if that happens, Mister Pallinthor will either let her go for neglecting her work or he'll stick her in the pens for a few weeks until she's tired of being knocked up."

Gina winced at that last comment. The thought of an animal pen with someone locked in it, being mounted by random guys and being forced to constantly give birth sent a shiver through her tail.

With a nod and a smile, the mink turned to move past Reggie's desk, "Yeah well I don't imagine I'll be trying to match her. I'll see you tomorrow, Reggie."

"Drive safe, dear!" came the voice from behind her. At her desk, Reggie slipped a few more sheets of paper into a folder with Gina's name on it.

The drive was as long as it would be every day with traffic on the road, but the subtle vibrations of tires gliding across asphalt made the lips of her vagina tingle. She was still fairly sensitive from the fucking and the birthing, and by the time she reached her home, her hips were quivering just a little. Parking her car and entering her home, Gina strode up the steps, set her bag down, and went straight for her sofa. She flopped down onto it, grabbed her remote, and flipped on the news. With the droning sound of over-eager commentators and anchors filling the air, she let her head ease back against the sofa and allowed her legs to spread wide and stretch out in front of her. Again, she went over the day's events in her head and the way she was treated. Everyone was so friendly, even the magpie who had seemed so harassed earlier. Sure she was a little surly, but she was professional and courteous and helped Gina with getting back into the rest of the day. Honestly, were it not for the constant smiles, well-wishes, and even congratulations over the pregnancy, the day would likely have been as miserable as her previous employment.

Then the memory of Piff eagerly humping himself against her swam back into her mind. The sight of that overly-muscle bound idiot canine came back to her. The way he simply pushed himself against her, congratulating her on her rack size, groping her, and the way his dick rose to the task of giving her a warm, and rather syrupy, greeting all made her smile. The other studs she had seen honestly seemed like they were going through the motions with just another doctor, but Piff had genuinely been happy to see her. Sure it was likely due to his desire to fuck and knock up the new hire, but she couldn't help and reflect on the way he had so boyishly begged to seed her. The pout of his lip and the wide-eyed way he had looked at her brought back the memory of how she had simply acquiesced to his desires.

Below, the way her cunt ached and tingled let her know that her body agreed with her decision.

She went to bed hours later, exhausted from work, and she woke up the next morning with a still pleasant ache in her hips. She arose from bed, greeting the day with a stretch and a very wet bra and t-shirt. That would have to be taken care of as soon as she got to the office or she would be ruining her clothing all day. Stepping to her closet, she began to disrobe, though this time, she also removed her jewelry. If today was to even potentially be a repeat of the previous day, she didn't want to have to put up with having to re-insert her gems and rings at the end of the day. There was no telling how large her breasts might swell this time.

As she removed her panties, she looked at herself in the mirror, then winced just slightly. Her fingers moved down to her hips, then to her groin, to come to rest on her labia. Both of her rich, black folds were swollen to almost double their normal size and shown with a slight black gloss through her soft red muff. She touched herself there and gasped at their tenderness. Walking could turn into a bit of an issue, so she decided to wear a more loose-fitting set of panties for the day. No sense in ruining even more clothing if she could help it.

With a shower and a bit of breakfast, she dressed for work and headed out.

Gina arrived at work several minutes later after a lengthy car trip. With the memory of her swollen mammaries fresh in her mind, she went straight towards the back of the stud farm. There was a small milking facility for the few cows on staff and for the ladies who inevitably ended up with a swollen belly and milk bloated tits. The facility was unmanned when she arrived, and each milking machine had a small set of instructions for use, collection, storage, and cleaning. With a reserved little sigh, Gina sat down at one machine, read the instructions, and opened her top. Today's bra was a front clasp, so with a flick of her fingers, she opened the garment, allowing her tits to spill free into the cool air. Both breasts hung heavily while her jet-black areola stuck out, puffed up from her white-furred breast, and the nipple capping each looked like her pinkie fingers they were swollen so large.

She placed one cup from the machine over each breast, leaned back into her chair, then switched the machine on. Immediately, the cups sunk into her soft breast flesh, dimpling it with their suction. At the same time, her teats swelled and bloated outwards and began to fountain her creamy white mink milk out into the cup. The collection tubes turned from clear to the same milky color coming from her breast, and the collection bottle at the bottom began to fill. Gina lay resting back into the chair, watching her breasts jerk just gently with the pulsing suction of the machine and watching her milk go pouring easily from her breast. It moved in a constant flow, pulsing out in huge gouts, then sliding down through the tubes. With each pulse against her chest, each breast felt less tight than it had that morning, and with each pulse, more milk was pulled from her. For almost fifteen minutes she sat there staring at her chest and the machine slowly filling the bottle, until finally her breasts no longer felt heavy or ached with pressure.

She switched the machine off, removed and cleaned the cups and cleaned her nipples, then set her bra and shirt back into place. She gathered up the bottle and sealed it before cleaning the rest of the milking station. As she left, she labeled the bottle with her species, "Mink," and set it in the cooler unit near the front. At a place like this, milk was always readily available and free to anyone who wanted a nice, cool drink, or for those daring enough, a warmer and much more intimate drink.

Back at her office, Gina pulled the two remaining files for the two remaining studs. One was marked for today, the other for tomorrow. If either of these studs were comparable to Piff and needed an entire day, then her job might be harder than she had previously thought. Still, it's a good job and the guys are really cute, she thought. I'd better make sure that whomever's next doesn't get any funny ideas about me. Don't want any of these boys thinking there'll be any entertainment outside of work. I don't think my hips could handle that.

Setting the second file back on her in-tray, she opened the first. Greeting her was a picture of the stud, a smiling rooster by the name of Thad. None of her other files had pictures before, but this wasn't so much a picture. "Looks like a damned gloss shot for a fashion magazine," she muttered under her breath. Dark red feathers tinted with slight flecks of black to create an even deeper crimson than even her hair coated his form. A bright red comb stuck up from his head, though the feathers around it had been styled into a slick, sleek, and short spiky style. His comb stuck up from it like a Mohawk. His brow was strong and prominent on his forehead, but his eyebrows had been very obviously tweezed. They were fine strips capping his deeply emerald eyes. And below that, his beak positively shone. It looked like he polished and waxed it daily. It also looked like he had some work done. Most of the fowl Gina had known had small ridges or bumps in their beaks, but Thad didn't. His beak was perfectly smooth. Below that was a thick, corded neck framed by a pair of well developed trapezoids. His shoulders and arms were sculpted and toned, and though they didn't bulge with muscle like Piff's did, he very obviously worked out. In front, his pecs stood out from his chest and a set of well-defined abs rested beneath. If Piff was a body builder, Thad was certainly a body sculptor.

Flipping over the picture, she came to the material she really wanted to see. Physical statistics, fertility rate, medical history, and again unlike the other males, there was a section on his training routine, his favorite foods, and his hobbies. Great. This one already looks like he's trying to hit on me. Six feet tall, two hundred pounds, low resting heart rate, low cholesterol, high fiber and greens diet with a special notation about his love of chocolate and ice cream, and notes about his love of sailing, football, and, oddly enough, sculpting. Finally, there was the note about his high fertility rate, and eighty-two. She read all of the information, though, and prepared the office for his visit. Not scheduled until eleven, she would have ample enough time to get the office ready to service her stud and time enough to compose an easy to give and firm statement of rejection. The one note on the form she had lingered on was the statement about the proclivity of the women he slept with to lay eggs instead of giving live birth.

While she worked, the thought continued to come back to her mind of the previous day and what could potentially await her if she let her next appointment bang her. The pups had been heavy and made her hips ache when she birthed them, but they were long and slender. Eggs were not, and if the way her warm labia still tingled in her panties were any evidence, that much stretching might make walking and driving home a little more difficult.

Thinking back to Piff's behavior, a thought crossed Gina's mind. She strolled over to the intercom and pressed the little button on it. "Reggie, could you send down to the cafeteria and ask them to send over a box of dark chocolates? Thad's coming in and I want something to distract him in case he gets any ideas. I saw the note in his file and figured that it would work well for him."

Reggie's voice came back over the intercom after a short pause, "Sure thing, ma'm. I'll let 'em know it's for Thad. The girls down there know his favorite brand. It'll be over in just a few minutes."

The intercom clicked off and Gina turned back to her office. The room stood quiet and sterile, like any doctor's office. I certainly didn't seem the sort of place she would have ended up getting laid. With a flick of her tail, she turned back to the intercom, "And Reggie, could you call maintenance and ask them to bring over a few potted plants? This place needs a little livening up, especially if most of my day's going to be spent waiting on test results."

A soft laugh came over the intercom, "I imagine that's why the last girl didn't last so long. She got bored and started to make special trips to see the boys. Palli was furious over the matter and fired her. I'll get the crew to bring you some nice leafy ones. Big 'uns, too. That'll make the place a lot better for you."

Gina turned off the intercom again and went into the back office, clicked on the light, then began to move around the room, setting vials of semen into a centrifuge, preparing slides for analysis, and filling Petri dishes. The work kept her occupied until she heard the creak of wheels and the clank of pottery in her front office. The plants had arrived.

Once she reached a stopping point, she left her work and went to find several plants had been deposited unceremoniously in the middle of the room. There was a small little mess of dirt trailing from the door to the plants as well, mussing up her clean floor. She stared at the mess, The hell do they pay the maintenance here? Peanuts to fit their peanut heads? I would've thought they would have the damned sense to clean up in a doctor's office, but apparently that just doesn't matter. Now where's the mop?

"Starting a jungle, doc?"

The sudden voice startled Gina and she jumped, spinning around to look in the direction it came from. Standing in the doorway was Thad, and unlike the other males she had seen, Thad was actually clothed. The jock strap clutching tightly to his prodigious groin wasn't much clothing, but it was still something. Maybe this one has a little more dignity. Thad took a step forwards, and as he did so, the rooster's jock very visibly bounced, jerked, and wobbled. Nope.

"Can I give you a hand with those pots of yours?" Thad took another step, jiggle, forwards, and flashed a smile at Gina. "Those pots look a little heavy for a pretty lady like yourself." Each time he took a step, his muscles shifted very visibly under his feathers and they flexed, slowly, perceptibly, and as he moved closer, Gina became very aware that, unlike other avians, Thad had carefully plucked, preened, and trimmed his feathers so they clung close to his body in a fine layer designed in the actual shape of his muscles. All the valleys, ridges, and swells had been cultivated, likely over years of careful preening, and the result was a man who quite visibly showed off his entire physique with little effort.

The rooster strode towards one of the large clay pots and the plant it held and smiled to Gina again. "Where do you want me to put it, doc?" came his smooth voice, a warm treble that rippled in his chest. The mink coughed just slightly and pointed to a corner of her office.

Thad bent down to pick up the pot, and as he did so, the show began. Corded muscles shaped and molded began to lightly bulge. His back thickened just slightly while his arms relaxed before gripping the pot's base. When his legs bent, the muscles along his thighs and calves thickened slightly as well in anticipation of the coming lift. Then it came as Thad stood. His legs thickened more and the muscle under his feathers stood out all the more, showing in the carefully trimmed feathers. The rooster's lats thickened outwards as he lifted upwards. His biceps bulged and hugged against the clay while his triceps flex slowly, pulling tight. Even his ass flexed slowly, up and down as he moved. With the pot in his arms and the leaves of the plant resting atop his head, he looked to Gina with his wide, emerald eyes like a curious little animal peeking out of the bushes.

She pointed to a corner of her office again and Thad strode over to where she had directed him, carefully deposited the pot, and stood up. As he did so, the rooster put his entire body on display with a slow flex which made his muscles press outwards into his plumage. With another smile, he moved easily back to the rest of the pots in the room, and at Gina's direction, picked them up one by one and deposited them around the room. Each time he would do so, he would begin with the same kneel and flex and end with the same bulge of thick muscle. The whole transfer of plants and pots only took five minutes, but by the end, there was a rather discernable and light sheen of sweat curling around the rooster's pecs. The light moisture darkened the valleys in his feathers and made his physique look even more defined.

About that time, there was a light rap on the door. Gina turned to find a slender cheetah standing in the doorway holding a small box. She wore a cafeteria uniform that hung loosely from her slight curves. There was a distinct flush in her ears and cheeks. "Here's them chok-lits you wanted, Miss Doc," came the timid little voice. The cheetah's eyes weren't on Gina. They were locked tightly on Thad's display. The mink strode quickly over and took the box from the cheetah with a smile and a pat of a paw.

"Thank you," Gina said. The other woman spun on her heels and leapt out of the doorway down the hall at a sharp dash. The whole time, her tail trailed behind her slightly between her legs.

Gina closed her door and moved back into her office. She popped the lid off of the box and set it down on the examination table. Before she could speak, though, Thad piped up, "Chocolates? For me? That's so sweet of you, doc." By the time she turned around, he had moved to right behind her and was smiling at her again.

"You know, I love chocolates. They're my favorite food." He reached around her and plucked one of the dark confections from the box, then lifted it to his beak. He pressed the square against the glossy yellow of his beak, but instead of simply popping the whole thing into his mouth, his tongue slipped out to graze along the dark surface. He licked the chocolate square once before lifting it upwards and taking a slow, steady sniff. When he exhaled, he spoke again, "I love to savor its flavor. The way it smells and the sheer silkiness of its texture make me," he paused to take in a slow breath, then continued softly, "simply melt."

With the way the rooster loomed in front of her, Gina coughed and looked off to the side, not meeting his gaze, "Yes. Well I like chocolate too. It's very nice. But we have some work to get to, Thad. And these are for me too, not just you." As she said that, she moved to slip away from Thad's imposing presence, but the rooster turned slightly with her.

He took a half step forwards and pressed the chocolate to his beak again, making a kissing motion against it. This time, he spoke a little more softly and with less bravado, "Your lips remind me of chocolate. Dark, smooth, perfectly sculpted." He took another step forwards and reached out to press the chocolate in his fingers against Gina's lips.

She stared at him, startled at the advance and not expecting that at all, but she let the slightly moist square touch against her lips. She could smell the tart sweetness and taste just a hint of rich, earthen flavor enhanced by a drop of cream and sugar. Thad held the chocolate there for just a moment before removing it and lifting it back to his mouth before he popped it into his beak. Still smiling, he leaned forwards again, this time close enough that his face was right in front of Gina's. A warm roll of his sweet scented breath came from his beak before it parted enough for him to mutter out, "I love getting down to work"

Gina furrowed her brow at that statement. I don't know whether he's trying too hard or whether he thinks that women like this kind of corny come-on. While she looked at him with a hint of contempt, her lips puckered to start to say something, but just enough to show, and Thad, as keen on the uptake as a fish breathing air, pressed forwards to kiss her. His beak met hers in a warm embrace, though a little forcefully, and immediately, his tongue pressed out to lick slowly along her lips. He held that embrace for a moment, long enough for him to trail his tongue around her mouth twice, before he broke the kiss and backed off enough to whisper out, "Piff tells me that you're dark chocolate, too. He said that you've got more than chocolate lips."

Gina felt the shudder run through him this time. It wasn't a possessive push but a shudder of a deeply felt thrill. His muscles tensed and his nostrils flared while he spoke before another warm phrase left his lips, "I love chocolate, doc. Please... let me kiss you again. I want to taste the chocolate on your skin."

Thoughts swam through her mind. Is he insane? Is he obsessed? Is he an idiot, muscle-bound, jock who can't control himself? Why am I letting him kiss me again? Damn he's got a nice body. What's the harm in letting him look and maybe lick? Can't get knocked up from a kiss.

The air felt warm around Thad and the scent of chocolate wafted up from his slightly parted beak. This close, his feathers shone more visibly with a hint of the sweat from his lifting. This close, the valleys in his muscles took on an almost velvet red color, deep and nearly black in tint. Thad almost looked like a rooster sculpted out of chocolate himself. The obsession was clear in the way he spoke and continued to slowly ease his tongue around Gina's mouth, still kissing her, but it was tinted by the slight shudder still running through his body. When Gina parted her lips just enough to allow his tongue to press between them, the shudder stilled and his muscles relaxed almost like a child finally being given permission to indulge themselves. As her lips tightened around his tongue, he relaxed just a little more and she felt the muscles in his chest go slack and as soft as developed muscle can go. He's been showing off this whole time asking for permission. He was nervous, she thought.