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That word floated through Emily's head as the rooster crow pulled her from her slumber. Bleary eyes blinked into the early morning light, the sheets rustling as she began to move. "Again with that dream..." It'd been bothering her on and off for some time now. Since before spring had started, if she remembered correctly. Still, no matter how often it happened or how hard she tried, what the dream was actually about was gone within seconds of waking. It was frustrating to say the least, if only because apparently she really liked what happened. Her room stunk of ripe mare, powerful legs slipping through the slime she'd leaked over the night yet again as she got to her hooves. It was embarrassing for a woman her age to be going through this, but she wasn't exactly normal. Maybe this was just another thing to curse her younger self for that hadn't appeared until now.

One such thing she definitely knew was her stupid preteen self's fault was currently complaining at her. "Yeah, yeah, I'm going..." The floor receded rapidly, the towering Clydesdale standing up and wandering halfheartedly towards her private milking station. Fingers popped her nightshirt buttons open one by one, soft nickers and grunts following as the pressure in her chest dropped slightly. Every morning was the same. Get up, drain the girls. By the time she reached the cabinet that disguised the station she was slipping her shirt off, the heavily padded bra that kept her from leaking like a sieve pulling away from her tits with a wet *slorp*. The few times she'd tried clamps it'd ended up with busted shirts waking her up halfway through the night, so she had to just deal with the mess or sleep with the pumps on. As she pressed first one, then the other cup to her already leaking teats, gentle suction attaching them, she bit her lip softly. If nothing else it felt _really_good every time.

As the pump whirred to life she let out a pleasured whinny, the large female's hoof stamping the floor as white cream filled the cups before being slurped away to the tank. Her silky tail whipped back and forth lazily as she sat down, each tug on her gushing breasts making her shiver and moan more lewdly than she wanted to admit. As annoying as it was to have to drop everything and do this three, four, maybe five times a day there was no saying she didn't love it once it started. Already drenched from her strange forgotten erotic dreams, her panties squished against the padded stool as her hand moved on its own to slip along her covered lips. It was all she could do to stop herself from braying out like some feral from the sensations assailing her. Every time she told herself she'd get used to it eventually, but each time it felt just as good as or better than the last. Milking was a necessity and a business, the pleasure was just a perk. That was the lie she told herself so she could keep her pride.

The busty mare's twin milk tanks always took some time to drain, her tits far above those of her own kind and easily a match for a proper milking cowgirl. Standing tall enough that most species only reached her chest meant what qualified as 'huge' took a lot more than the typically sized sentient. Even drained dry there was no question 'huge' was an understatement when it came to her chest. When you have to order custom cup sizes and the manufacturers know your name, it makes pretending anything else difficult. That this started happening before she'd left high school was something she tried to forget.

As the cups detached, the storage tank full, Emily shuddered in her release. It hadn't always been like this. Normally she'd only get this worked up during her heats. The last few days she just couldn't seem to stop herself from indulging despite that part of her cycle not being due for weeks. Hot water washed away the stickiness, the shower letting her maintain some dignity before her employees and a bit of time to settle her thoughts. Her farm hands would be out and about at this time, taking care of their daily chores before breakfast. She hoped so, at least. Many of them weren't exactly the most dependable types.

As she dried off and brushed herself out, trying to ignore the extra sensitivity she felt in her chest as she dressed, Emily took a moment to glance out the window. The sun was still barely over the horizon, morning light scattering over her farmstead. She'd moved away from her parents farm to the city as soon as she was able, funding her independence with her own abundant production, but the farm life just called to her. Despite her problems, she was happy to be back in the country. The barn, once a dilapidated wreck and now ready to add to her income stream, was definitely something she liked to see.

The crops had thankfully been planted, one less worry for her, but there were things she wanted to do that simply couldn't happen in the current environment. Given the type of employee she tended to attract, and how much they seemed unable to stop staring, she just couldn't trust them around cowgirls working their traditional job. Having experienced it herself the last thing she wanted was one of those idiots getting it in his head that the milking stall was a great place to get his rocks off inside a stuck female. Ferals would have to do until she could fix that.

The clunk of wood underhoof followed her down the stairs, the one female she did employ at the stove cooking up a storm. "Mornin' Em!" Emily couldn't help but tease Therese about that apron. On the brown and white splotched bovine's curvy form it looked rather ridiculous, but that shade of pink? It was possibly the girliest thing she could wear. Therese giggled as Emily sighed and shook her head, doing a little twirl as her tail curled about her. "You're just jealous I make it look so cute, hun. Have a seat. I'm almost done."

The two had met during Emily's time in the city, becoming fast friends when Therese took a spot in Emily's milking business. If there was anything a cowgirl could understand about her that other equines simply couldn't, it was the joys and pitfalls of excessive lactation. With the creak of wood under her huge frame and a quick scrape along the floor, Emily took a moment to glance over her friend from behind. Comparing their frames it was still amusing to her that she was a mother and the buxom bovine was not. Compared to their feral counterparts anthro cows had lost the udder, replaced by the naturally biggest set of tits to body size found among the various species, though they retained the thickset frame of a genuine MILF regardless of parental status. Few really understood that much of the milk found in stores was a mixture of feral and anthro milks, cows being the most common but not nearly the only, with the specialty lines made of pure anthro milk. She knew of at least one that was vixen milk. It was a source of great irony when a city slicker ordered white gold drained from the bust of a motherly sentient while frowning at public breastfeeding.

Before long the pack of rowdy lechers that liked to call themselves farm hands filed in. She still wasn't sure what it was that drew dogs to such work but the bulk of them were mutts regardless. Panting, drooling fools she swore would spend all day chasing their own tails if they weren't hung up on trying to get under hers. Following them was a bear, the bulky male having signed on at the start of the season. Not a dab hand at anything yet but he could carry quite a bit. Twin bulls that actually hit on Therese as much as her pulled up the rear, using the chaos to grope her friend's rump while pretending it wasn't them. To a man they looked straight at the mare's tits as they said their good mornings, settling in around the huge table as the cowgirl finished preparations.

"Here you are, Miss Caballus." The powerful arm that appeared in her vision set a lovely bowl of oatmeal before her, Emily's eyes drawn to her recently hired farm manager. She'd only known the handsome stallion for a few weeks and already she was quite sweet on him. Competent, a real gentlecolt, and a hell of a lot better to look at than the rest of the rabble. "Thanks, Nate~" He kept the idiot brigade in line, kept things moving smoothly, and even did his damnedest to keep them from molesting their boss and her friend whenever it suited them. Now was such a time, grumbles spreading through the ranks as Nate delivered meals instead of the busty bovine. Last year it had been a game to see just how much they could get away with before Emily began breaking legs or Therese spilled food. Now it was an exercise in cockblocking that amused the mare to no end.

Conversation eventually picked up as they ate, Emily laying out plans for the day. Between the growing season, finances, and her own biological cycles the mare had to be a hardass about certain critical steps, though with Nate around she'd found she had to crack the whip a lot less. As sweet as he was, and as hard as he worked, the fact that it took another male to get the place running smoothly simply because the workers refused to take her seriously made the buxom equine grind her teeth in private moments. At this rate she was really considering just popping out a half dozen foals and making things a family operation in a few years.

Trotting out behind the house after breakfast, the tightly knotted front-tie shirt serving to restrain her excessive bounty, Emily looked over her private garden. Farming had mechanized swiftly over her lifetime, the fields once requiring a dozen to sow and weed now capable of being tended by a two or three workers. It left little room to really get her hands and hooves dirty, so this was her escape to her girlhood memories. Beans, peas, broccoli, cabbage, carrots, eggplant...she had an idea of what might grow well but didn't want to commit until she could do it herself. As opposed to cereal crops, vegetable ones took more sustained effort. She had plans to expand beyond staples, especially as part of the rotation. Already she was thinking of a pumpkin patch, the memories of pumpkin spice everything in the fall vivid enough to make her sigh happily as she broke out the spade...

"Come on, babe, don't be like that." Emily looked at the bull calmly, eyebrow raised questioningly, as he and his brother blocked her way in the waning light. "Strutting around all day with those tits bouncing in our faces or that ass swaying about, it's like you're begging the lot of us for a gangbang." The brothers were not quite her height, and their attempt to appear imposing would've been somewhat amusing if they weren't serious. Meeting their hungry gazes with a fierce one of her own, the Amazonian equine tossed their challenge right back at them. "I'm sorry, all I'm hearing is 'please toss us out on our ass, we don't want to work here anymore'. Do you really think I can't replace you at the drop of a hat?"

Both of them moved in closer, close enough that each had one of the mare's heavy tits pressed to their chests, the musky males heavy breathing almost right in her ear as they sought to make her back down. "Oh, tough talk from a milking slut." "You think we don't hear you every time you have to empty your jugs?" "Try to guess how many gallons we've cum thinking about giving you a different cream filling." "Just look at your shirt." "It's about ready to bust, ain't it?" "Waited a little too long to drain, did we?" One of them grabbed her breast, squeezing hard as the other grabbed her arm. There was no question what they intended to do, but Emily was not some distressed damsel or wilting flower. As the bones in one brother's hand snapped, the other crumpled to the ground before vomiting. The offending hand had been snatched from her chest, now used to bring the no longer confident bull to his knees as his brother clutched his crotch, their now former employer furious. With surprising strength she soon had them both by the collar, carrying males her own size across the lawn as they stumbled in pain and tossing them into the dirt road next to their car. "Ah suggest yeh start drivin'. If'n y'ain't made yerselves scarce in fahve seconds Ah'm servin' bull tongue fer dinner!"

The pair scrambled into their vehicle, doors slamming shut just as a hoof shattered the passenger window. Dust kicked up as the wheels screeched, the tail lights dimming as they fled from their furious ex-employer. As she marched back towards the house Emily spied several of the remaining farmhands gawking at the scene, a hoof stomp and angry bray getting their attention. "Y'ain't got tahm ta stare, y'idjits! Ah'd suggest gettin' ta work 'fore Ah toss yer sorry hides out next!" Like scared rabbits they scattered, the enraged mare not one to cross and their workload now increased. Her 'proper' mannerism was a form of control, a means to keep her rampant hormones from influencing her conscious self. Rare was the time she let it slip, whether through anger or dropping her guard, the farm girl showing through as the drawl returned. Even Therese had only seen it a few times, the cowgirl worriedly rushing up to her friend as Emily stormed into the house. The buxom bovine's tail swished about nervously, taking one of those clenched hands and squeezing it once the mare had sat down. "Are you ok, hun?"

Sitting silently for a bit, Emily took a few deep breaths before finally opening her fingers and returning the grip of her friend. "...yeah...yeah, I'm ok. Angry, not surprised, but ok." Her free hand pressed to her temples as adrenaline raced through her, her body slowly coming off high alert. "Is there something about me, 'rese? Something that screams 'I can't defend myself, please molest me despite being a literal workhorse'?" Putting on her best smile, trying to reassure the larger female, Therese kissed Emily's hand. "Weak males get stupid around a beautiful female, Em. It's not you, it's them. You scared the shit out of them, hun. When you reared up I really thought you were going to crack a skull." Glancing downward, the cowgirl frowned a bit at what she saw. "Hold up, you're bleeding. I'll get you cleaned up."

There was a warning rap on the door before it opened, Nate stepping through with his hat off. Spying Therese wrapping up the mare's lower leg, a bloody cloth nearby, he furrowed his brow before meeting Emily's gaze. "Apologies, ma'am. I heard something happened. Are you well?" Honestly, Emily didn't want to see any male right now, but she was still the boss. "Rather angry, a few cuts when I kicked a window in, but nothing serious. The brothers no longer work here. I suggest canceling their paychecks." Nate looked at her apologetically before nodding, putting his hat back on. "Right away, miss. They won't be working 'round here again."

As he stepped out Emily sighed, her friend securing the wrap before helping her up. "How's it looking?" With a shrug Therese gave her another reassuring smile, placing some painkillers in the equine's hand. "Once it stops bleeding it should be good. Come on, I'll help you milk for the night so you can keep that elevated. It'll be like old times, eh?"

Like every time before it, she remembered the moment her head hit the pillow.

"Welcome back, my mate." A cloud of smoke curled around her before the form of a stallion emerged, those same deep pools of swirling black fixing her gaze like it had every night for so many weeks. The red glow he exuded was muted by his near ashen fur, mane and tail licking at the air like flames as she struggled to move. When it had first started she'd tried to will herself awake, doing her best to ignore what he did to her for many nights. He seemed to know her thoughts, laughing when she told herself it was just a nightmare. When he made clear that was a proper noun, she started referring to him as such. "Again? Don't you ever get tired of this, Nightmare? No matter how many times you do this I'm not bowing to your whims."

The voice was power, reverberating in her head as it did in her ears, his hands running across her bound form. "Many times I've told you, my mate, I do not want subservience. Your purpose is so much grander than as a pleasure slave. I have plenty of those, after all." There were no ropes, no chains, nothing of the sort to restrict her movement, yet she could not move her limbs save when he moved them for her. It was beyond frustrating, especially with the ceaseless exploration of her form. "Did it never occur to you that dinner and dancing might work better than stripping me while helpless?" The reflexive blush would have been more obvious on her white cheeks or inner ear without his glow as she became aware of her state of undress. Previous sessions had left her mostly clothed, the demon apparently content to toy with her that way, but things had changed. Her full form was exposed to his leering eyes, fingers running along those long, powerful legs, her wide birthing hips, past her taut belly, skirting along the swell of her truly massive bust, before curling under her chin. "You still don't understand. I have not restrained you, nor have I stripped you. It is you and you alone that determine how you appear here. I have only brought you into my domain, my mate..."

Tugging her chin from his fingers she snorted derisively, focusing on what he claimed as his. Darkness like that he sprang from shrouded anything beyond a certain distance, preventing her from seeing the full extent of his 'domain'. Within the sphere of sight was a tortuously contoured landscape. From a distance it looked mostly like rocks, but up close it was a kind of living mat. Past experience had shown it to be quite malleable, shaping to Nightmare's wants to aid him in whatever torment he decided to inflict on her dream self. From merely positioning her to openly molesting her it had been both prop and actor in this long running game he seemed to play.

He nibbled at her neck as she sought to ignore the closeness of his form, tongue running along the nape to leave a slick, hot trail that tingled against her skin as it soaked in. "Such a strong front, love. I remember the panic, the complete denial of what was before your eyes, when you first met me. How quickly it turned to anger and defiance instead of meek acceptance..." He slipped around behind her, bringing her to her hooves and pressing both hands to her belly. "I have known you for much of your life, Emily...my mate. I have whispered in your ear, helping you realize your potential...forged you into more than what your mundane existence would have made of you."

Her patience was rewarded when he moved just right, powerful muscles propelling her head backwards to connect with his face. His grip faltered, hooves clacking on the ground as he stumbled, a momentary pause allowing her to grin before he began to laugh. Neither mocking nor happy, it sent involuntary shivers up her spine at the triumphant nature it seemed to exude. "Precisely like that! A strength of spirit and firmness of will meant to be shaped instead of broken~"

Everything turned about as she was quickly repositioned, the living rock formed into an angled flat as she was pushed on to it. He quickly had her spread eagle on it, leaning over her and snorting in her ear as her tits squished against him. He was quite hot, not enough to burn her but against her nipples it was something she could neither like nor hate as his fur brushed over them. His sheathe rubbed against her now exposed pussy, the mare sucking in a breath before gritting her teeth and trying to move. Between her thighs she could feel his heavy balls, the scrotum far bigger than it should be even on a horse, the same heat radiating into her from them as they churned and jumped against her. "Ever since your brothers got to you you've been very careful, my mate. Saving up for me?" She spat at him, the saliva ball going right through him as he leered, his hips grinding into hers as he began rubbing her belly. "So you say now. I care not how long it takes, how many times you bear my foals, one day you will ask for it. Perhaps even command it of me to fill your belly with young. You, my mate, the one that can fully bring me into the waking world, will do so willingly..."

That fat dick split his sheathe, musky pre spilling out onto her fur along with the slowly growing mass. It glowed softly with each pulse that filled it larger, a hand moving to the tip to line it up with her traitorously drenched nethers. Despite her situation her body was never unready for such an event, perpetually seeking a stud...perpetually fertile whether she was in heat or not. That which had given her the chest she bore had left her womb on high alert, and with such virility so close after so long it ignored her silent commands. As his dick grew, it began pushing at her sodden folds, spreading them apart, the tight passage getting its first taste of cock in nearly seven years. He stamped and brayed as the head began to slip in, his hand on her belly moving quicker and more purposefully with each bit of penetration.

"Get...off...of...ME!" Struggle as she might she still could not move much, her arms and legs remaining where they were in a maddening display of helplessness. He ignored her cursing at him, ears twitching only when she let an unthinking moan slip by, his huge dick spreading her open more and more as the tip burrowed towards her core. "Mmmph...so hot~ You are as wonderful inside as you are out, my mate. You will look so beautiful swollen with my foals~" Now buried several inches inside, his other hand joined the first on her belly, rubbing in specific patterns as the bulge of his shaft traveled upwards. He barely even moved his hips, letting the swelling do most of the work, his head quickly pressing to her cervix as his hands stopped. "Every night, every time I cum inside you, you will bear me foals. Each time you will grow more ravenous for my seed, you belly more fertile for me. We will start slow... Now watch, my mate..."

She could barely see past her tits as she struggled, but in her mind's eye she saw clearly. His hands were over her ovaries, tendrils of his power extending to them, wrapping about them, tickling them as they seeped in. What at first looked like random swirls became woven patterns on the surface of the enlarged organs, his bucking hips increasing in pace as he worked. Whinnies and cries of both pleasure and defiance left Emily's throat as he worked, his precum soaking into her as he hammered her cervix with increasing frenzy. What would normally be a painful experience elicited further unwanted pleasure, as if each straining impact was a tweak of her clit, the mare's pleasure button similarly assaulted as his sheer size bowed it inwards to scrape across his slick shaft.

The medial ring neared her abused entrance as her cervix began to tire, the designs enveloping her ovaries setting themselves in place slowly but surely. His dick twitched and belched pre every time he pressed forward, the tightness forcing the thick goop into her womb to stoke the fires there. "In time you will learn such power, but for now be content to see it in action." His hands moved as the designs finalized, the deep throbbing need in her belly she'd grown used to since her 11 year old self's naïve stupidity cursed her with it swelling into that of a full blown estrus. His hands squeezed her tits, dragging a whinny from her as her back arched, sprays of thick cream going everywhere, his body driving forward and staying there until, with a muffled *pop* his head slipped into her core. The tip flared wide, effectively trapping him inside, her cervix clenching tight behind it and his medial ring forcing itself inside her spasming pussy.

"Fuck...off...and...die!" Her fists clenched, muscles straining, her mind fought the pleasure flooding her from her traitorous form, Emily refusing to be some breeding mare for him despite her inability to stop him from doing as he pleased. The fire of rage burned as hotly as her heat, only her paralysis keeping her from attempting to murder him a dozen times over. As his fingers toyed with her nipples, keeping her flow going strong, he railed her pussy like some bucking bronco, her toned stomach swelling from the sheer volume of pre gushing inside her with no outlet. The fact that he seemed to want her to accept her rape and eventually even enjoy it had her completely livid. Whether she could stop him or not was beside the point. She would never give him the pleasure of seeing her agree to such a thing.

Minutes ticked by as he buried himself inside her entirely, her belly swollen with dick and pre, her womb straining to hold it all even as it cried out for more. His balls slapped at her ass as he hilted, the burning orbs packed with infernal seed to feed her heat, spattering the tide of juices soaking her tail and the slab she remained on. With a tug of her abused teats he pulled them together, lips wrapping around both as he began to greedily drink, snorting with each thrust as those eyes watched her. Each impact made her body jump, every gusher of pre made her muscles twitch, the black lipped gash straining around his massive member and seeking to drain it dry. The way she fought made her all the more beautiful, all the more desirable. She could need such stubbornness to weather what he had in store for her.

No amount of effort seemed to tire him, what felt like hours of rutting refusing to dim his pace or his force, her ovaries soaking up his pre to fuel the fell energies he had woven into them. With enough power it would bleed into her physical form, tying her dream and reality as he needed. His mane twitched and his tail flagged as he neared release, the mere thought of what it would do to her sending thrills through him. His constant emissions now forcing her belly to a nice pseudo-pregnant plumpness were growing increasingly cloudy, sperm bubbling up as he neared orgasm, his guzzling of her cream only inflaming his desires. No mortal had held his ardor as fully as this one. He had to have her, breed her, bind her.

As he popped off her nipples, milk going everywhere and the demonic stallion braying loudly, his balls tightened at long last. His dick thickened as the sludge forced its way upwards, Emily gasping and shaking her head as it raced past her cervix. With belly bulging force it erupted from his tip, his hips bucking into her with each new surge as he filled her with his sperm. The already swollen mare bloated with the volume of his output, fingers digging into the malleable surface of the slab as she felt his sperm swarming inside her. They fought viciously for the right to take her eggs, each new pump adding to the war inside her as her belly roiled, Emily's forced orgasm making her drool from the overloading sensations.

The size she'd reached with her older brothers' four foals was left behind as he filled her, belly squishing out to the side between them until he leaned back. Stuffed with such heat and quivering mass, the mare was brought along for the ride while her ovaries burned intensely. Wordless screams left her as she was bred, tits already swelling larger yet as the sludge stuffing her began to course through her system. Far past her tits it grew, the sperm legions making the taut surface writhe, the mare feeling as if his cum was boiling beneath the surface as they sought to come out on top. Her half-panicked squirming was interrupted by the slap of his palm against her forehead, her tormenter replacing what her eyes showed her with a perverse close up of what was happening within her body. She watched the countless tadpoles whittling down in the winner-take-all war, the victors gaining strength as they slaughtered their weaker competitors.

Her own egg hung helpless in the mass of white, some opportunistic sperm trying to snatch it up only to be rebuffed by some unseen barrier, the attempted thieves quickly cut down. Unable to look away, unable to change what she saw, Emily silently hoped the barrier would be enough to turn away even the strongest. She wasn't even sure when he'd pulled out, the number of sperm finally dropping after several long minutes, the conquering tadpoles looking more and more threatening as time went on. "We will start with one, today. You will give me a powerful firstborn to help me mold you properly. We wouldn't want some weakling to help me breed such a fine specimen, would we?" His taunting voice echoed through her awareness as the last sperm fought and the battle was decided. The victor crashed into the hidden barrier, this last line of defense shattering like glass before it pierced her egg, the act snapping her from his visions and back into her place on the slab. If anything, she was much, much bigger than before...and growing. He wasn't even close to her now, standing to the side and watching her swell with new life as she whinnied. She could feel the child inside her, quickly spying its movement, muscles flexing and body flailing impotently as it outgrew her past multi-foal pregnancy, the one child far bigger than its four half siblings together as her water broke.

Her belly shifted as the foal dropped, legs forced wide as her newly widened hips passed the child. The attempt was made to stop it from emerging, but her demonic offspring was having none of it. With full autonomy it crawled out of her, hands spreading her lower lips to grab her legs, tugging itself free in a mockery of birth. Emily's head thrashed back and forth, horrified denials trying to drown out her unwanted moans while the full grown foal emerged. She wanted to hate it, to feel the agony and remind herself of what was happening, but every twinge of pain had been converted to pleasure. Every ache was made into a thunderbolt of stimulation, the perverse act leaving her an orgasmic mess by the time her child pulled free.

What could have passed for a young adult soon crawled across her body, the creature she'd birthed grasping her tits and suckling hungrily. Growth continued as rapidly as in her belly once he began. She could feel the weight atop her growing, his grip increasing, the suction on her breasts intensifying. Thick cream poured from her nipples to feed this blasphemous progeny, her son bigger than she was by the time he ended his liquid repast. With a wet *slup* he pulled away, a grin plastered across that dark face before he nuzzled under her chin. "Delicious, mother~" Grabbing her head the newly grown stallion kissed her as amorously as any lover, his cock swelling to attention against her leg before his father stopped him. "Not yet, my son. It is almost morning for her. You will learn from the pleasure slaves today, and we shall continue her lessons when next she sleeps." Looking quite disappointed, the freshly made stud pulled back, slapping her still gushing tits with his shaft to mark her with his scent. Getting a full look at him, it was clear he was very much his father's child. The ember-like glow, those intense eyes, the rippling frame...her tormenter had sired an heir inside her this night. Nightmare whispered in her ear as the newly made stallion paced before her, eager to seed his own mother for the first time. "And what a lesson it will be. But for now...time to wake up."

The rooster crow startled the mare awake, the dream fading instantly as it had before. The dull throb of her leg reminded her of the previous night, her tits swollen with milk and her sheets drenched yet again. With a sigh she got up, grabbing a pain pill Therese had left for her. For a moment she considered downing it with a bit of her own production, only to shake the thought away and get a glass of water. "No time to waste. Lots of work to do today..."