From c6f18fcc212df8c3ae36da3946f652b39ce54359 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001
From: Anu <anulithic@gmail.com>
Date: Fri, 20 May 2022 01:06:48 -0700
Subject: [PATCH] FCTV proofreading
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diff --git a/src/pregmod/FCTV/FCTVshows.js b/src/pregmod/FCTV/FCTVshows.js
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--- a/src/pregmod/FCTV/FCTVshows.js
+++ b/src/pregmod/FCTV/FCTVshows.js
@@ -1634,24 +1634,24 @@ App.Data.FCTV.channels = {
r.push(`<p>The woman posed in the mirror. She was tall for a woman, fair skinned, and wore a keyhole sweater dress. Her scarlet hair was done in a braid down her back and her plump lips were covered in ruby red lipstick. She was slender, but not intolerably so; at the very least, she filled out her dress enough to avoid being arrested for indecency. All in all, the woman's reflection made for a pleasant picture. The only thing detracting from this scene was her glare.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>"Hey Scott, do you have anything a bit more conservative?" The woman asked. "We've been over this." Scott said. "Not showing off your breasts is seen as very rude here." Scott frowned, "Well, that's not entirely correct, but it is seen as distinctly unfriendly; the only girls who don't show some cleavage are frigid cunts and old-worlders fresh off the boat."</p>`);
r.push(`<p>The woman kept glaring in the mirror. "I understand that, but what is the point of this?" she said, pulling at the slits in the fabric at her sides. "Oh, those are for girls who want get milked on-the-go and not disrupt the view of their cleavage. Also, for this." The man said as he reached through the slits to give her breasts a polite squeeze.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p>The woman wriggled out of the man's grasp and turned to face him. She attempted to cross her arms across her chest in a protective fashion, but all she managed to do was make her breasts bulge enticingly. Scott sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, "You really need to work on that." he said. She just glared at him "I'll never be able to take you out in public, much less find you a job, if you keep acting like that when people try to greet you."</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>The woman wriggled out of the man's grasp and turned to face him. She attempted to cross her arms across her chest in a protective fashion, but all she managed to do was make her breasts bulge enticingly. Scott sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, "You really need to work on that." he said. She just glared at him. "I'll never be able to take you out in public, much less find you a job, if you keep acting like that when people try to greet you."</p>`);
r.push(`<p>The woman huffed and turned back to continue glaring at the mirror. "Don't you huff at me young lady." Scott said, his face a stern mask. "If someone doesn't give you a squeeze or press breasts with you the first time you meet, it doesn't mean that they hold your beloved old-world values, it means they're snubbing you." The woman wilted at his words and turned around, opening her mouth to speak.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>Any response died on her lips as a little golden haired girl bounced into the room. She wore a thong printed with cartoon cows and nothing else. An old-worlder would say the girl looked 'absurd' or 'cartoonishly proportioned', an arcology citizen would say the old-worlder looked like they needed some cheap tooth removal. In the girl's arms she carried a bundle of clothing. "Daddy, I got more clothes for Cathy." The little girl said, presenting the bundle.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p>Scott's face softened and gave the little girl's breasts a gentle squeeze before taking the bundle. "Thank you, sweetheart." He said before presenting the bundle to Cathy. His daughter beamed and then jiggled over to sit on the love seat across from the mirror. He followed her to the love seat, sat down, and lifted her on to his lap. She squealed and giggled before wiggling her bottom on his crotch. The girl grabbed her father's hands and guided them to her breasts. Scott obligingly started groping her. Cathy just stared at the bundle with such intensity one might think she was trying to force the clothes to change into jeans and a hoodie with force of will alone. "Go try it on." Scott said. Cathy sighed, walked into the adjacent bathroom and closed the door.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>Scott's face softened and gave the little girl's breasts a gentle squeeze before taking the bundle. "Thank you, sweetheart." He said before presenting the bundle to Cathy. His daughter beamed and then jiggled over to sit on the love seat across from the mirror. He followed her to the love seat, sat down, and lifted her on to his lap. She squealed and giggled before wiggling her bottom on his crotch. The girl grabbed her father's hands and guided them to her breasts. Scott obligingly started groping her. Cathy just stared at the bundle with such intensity one might think she was trying to force the clothes to change into jeans and a hoodie with force of will alone. "Go try it on," Scott said. Cathy sighed, walked into the adjacent bathroom, and closed the door.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>"Daddy, why does Cathy have to leave when she changes clothes?" the little girl questioned. Scott continued groping his daughter and thought for a moment before replying. "Sarah, Cathy comes from a very different place and they do things differently there. From her perspective, she is a stranger in an even stranger land." He gave Sarah's breasts a firm squeeze before continuing. "She'll do things that will confuse and irritate you, but I want you to keep being patient with her, okay? "</p>`);
r.push(`<p>After a moment, she nodded her head and begrudgingly said, "Okay". Scott smiled at his daughter and kissed the crown of her head before giving her another firm squeeze. "Thank you, sweetheart." Scott grinned and his voice took on a tone that only a parent can manage. "Hey, who's my cuddly moo cow?" Sarah blushed, but said nothing. "Who's my cuddly moo cow?" he asked again, his tone reaching diabetes inducing levels. "I am," she said softly. "You are!" he declared before giving her breasts a jiggle and another kiss on her crown.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>A moment past in companionable silence before Scott remembered something. "Hey sweetheart, why didn't Sadie come back with you?" Sarah made a sound of surprise and said, "Oh, mommy got a bit drippy getting into her exo and needed Sadie for licky. Mommy also wants you to pound her boobies after you're done with Cathy."</p>`);
- r.push(`<p>"Alright, June will help you take care of your morning milkies while Sadie and I tend to your mother," he said. "But I wanna watch!" she pleaded. He shook his head and said, "You need to have your milkies and mommy's going to use the bedroom milker, so you're going to use the one in the kitchen." "I can use my backpack milker" she said quickly. He gave her a look and his voice took on a wry tone. "Weren't you just telling me that your milker is old and we need to get you a new one? I guess you'll have to wait until then." Sarah looked up at her father, unshed tears in her eyes. "Please?" she pleaded. Scott sighed deeply and said, "Alright, go get your milker after we're done here." Sarah gave her father a sunny smile and cheered.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"Alright, June will help you take care of your morning milkies while Sadie and I tend to your mother," he said. "But I wanna watch!" she pleaded. He shook his head and said, "You need to have your milkies and mommy's going to use the bedroom milker, so you're going to use the one in the kitchen." "I can use my backpack milker," she said quickly. He gave her a look and his voice took on a wry tone. "Weren't you just telling me that your milker is old and we need to get you a new one? I guess you'll have to wait until then." Sarah looked up at her father, unshed tears in her eyes. "Please?" she pleaded. Scott sighed deeply and said, "Alright, go get your milker after we're done here." Sarah gave her father a sunny smile and cheered.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>Scott called out to Cathy, "Come on out and give us a look!" The door to the bathroom opened and Cathy stepped out, tugging at her skirt. The clothing was a simple blouse and skirt affair with a Holstein pattern. In truth, it didn't look like something that would offend old world sensibilities, except for the fact the skirt was so short that her frilly panties were in plain view.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>"Do you have a skirt that's a little longer?" Cathy said and tugged at her skirt again. "It's supposed to look like that." Scott explained. Cathy looked skeptical. "Really?" she asked. Sarah gave Cathy a look that asked if she really was that stupid. "Why would you wear pretty panties and never show anyone?" She asked rhetorically. Cathy started on a hot retort, but was interrupted by Scott. "We'll stop for now and pick this up later. You can put your new clothes away." Cathy sighed, picked up her clothes, and walked out the door.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p>Scott stood up and set his daughter on her feet. She turned her back to her father, bent over slightly, and wiggled her bottom meaningfully. Scott smacked her right butt cheek and said, "Off you go." Sarah didn't move. "Daddy" she said pleadingly and wiggled her bottom again. He smacked her left butt cheek. She giggled happily and jiggled out the door. Scott smiled at his daughter's antics, shook his head, and made his way to his bedroom.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>Scott stood up and set his daughter on her feet. She turned her back to her father, bent over slightly, and wiggled her bottom meaningfully. Scott smacked her right butt cheek and said, "Off you go." Sarah didn't move. "Daddy," she said pleadingly and wiggled her bottom again. He smacked her left butt cheek. She giggled happily and jiggled out the door. Scott smiled at his daughter's antics, shook his head, and made his way to his bedroom.</p>`);
return r.join(" ");
}
},
{
get text() {
const r = [];
- r.push(`<p>On his way to the bedroom he passed through the kitchen and caught sight of June preparing lunch. She was tall for a woman. Her hair was a golden blonde and her figure spoke of her ongoing romance with growth drugs. She wore a black thong and an apron embroidered with the words 'Milk the cook'. Which was rather strange considering she normally wore her 'Rape the cook' apron on Saturdays. But he guessed she was still raw from last night.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>On his way to the bedroom he passed through the kitchen and caught sight of June preparing lunch. She was tall for a woman. Her hair was a golden blonde and her figure spoke of her ongoing romance with growth drugs. She wore a black thong and an apron embroidered with the words 'Milk the cook', which was rather strange, considering she normally wore her 'Rape the cook' apron on Saturdays. But he guessed she was still raw from last night.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>He came up behind her and reached into her apron to give her breasts a squeeze. June made a sound of pleasure in response. "Hello master, are you finished with Cathy for today?" He set his chin on the top of her head. "For the moment. After I've tended to Annie and had lunch, I think I'll take Cathy out for a bit. Maybe take the whole family out for ice cream."</p>`);
r.push(`<p>June paused for a moment. "You think she's ready? She still seems rather... willful." She said uncertainly. He gave her breasts a comforting squeeze. "Cathy may be a bit hardheaded, but I don't think she'll make too much of a scene with me there. And besides, I think it's time she had a taste of the local culture. There's not much of a point in teaching her etiquette if she freaks out at every Lactation Station."</p>`);
r.push(`<p>She still looked somewhat uncertain, but nodded her head. "Whatever you think is best, master." Scott kissed the crown of her head and said, "Don't worry about it. It'll be fine. I'm not throwing her in the deep end yet." He gave her breasts a reassuring squeeze, gave both of her ass cheeks a quick slap and made his way to the bedroom.</p>`);
@@ -1661,12 +1661,12 @@ App.Data.FCTV.channels = {
r.push(`<p>For a moment, the only sounds in the room were the soft 'whir' of a milker and the muffled hum of Sadie's vibrator. Annie's breath hitched from Sadie's ministrations and responded, "That's good sweetie, bring it here." The door to the bathroom swung open and Sarah walked into the room. She had lost her thong and was wearing a backpack printed with cartoon farm animals. Flexible tubing snaked out of the pack and attached two cups on her breasts. In her hands was a bottle of edible lube and a bright pink rounded cylinder with the words 'Her First Vibrator' printed in a saccharine font on the base.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>Sarah looked at both her parents, then tilted her head and frowned. "You and daddy were playing that weird game again, weren't you?" Scott and Annie looked at each other; silently communicating in a way only parents can. Annie looked at her daughter and said, "When you're a bit older you're going to want to play those games too." Sarah looked unconvinced. "Anyway, you got the lube, are both your milker and vibrator charged?" Annie asked. Sarah bobbed her head. "Then why don't you lube up daddy?" Sarah bobbed her head again and knelt at the side of the bed.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>Scott quickly undressed and sat at the edge of the bed. Sarah knelt between her father's legs. She begins softly licking her father's cock, her tongue sliding along its length and gently swirling around its head, her mouth making lewd noises. She runs her tongue on the underside of her dad's cock, taking him into her mouth and beginning to give him a slow blowjob.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p>Scott felt himself slowly harden to full mast. He resisted the urge to pull her down till her nose touched his crotch and said, "That's good sweetheart, now use the lube." Sarah pulled herself off his cock with a lewd pop and picked up the bottle of lube. She squirted a generous amount of it into one hand, rubbed both hands together, and began to stroke his cock. "You're doing a good job sweetie, did you help mommy too?" he asked. Annie nodded "She did a very good job and was very thorough." Sarah preened at her parents praise and said, "It wasn't easy. I had to use a whole bottle to do mommy." Scott turned his head to his wife and raised an eyebrow. Annie gave him a lewd grin and her blush slowly spread down her chest, but said nothing.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>Scott felt himself slowly harden to full mast. He resisted the urge to pull her down till her nose touched his crotch and said, "That's good sweetheart, now use the lube." Sarah pulled herself off his cock with a lewd pop and picked up the bottle of lube. She squirted a generous amount of it into one hand, rubbed both hands together, and began to stroke his cock. "You're doing a good job sweetie, did you help mommy too?" he asked. Annie nodded "She did a very good job and was very thorough." Sarah preened at her parents' praise and said, "It wasn't easy. I had to use a whole bottle to do mommy." Scott turned his head to his wife and raised an eyebrow. Annie gave him a lewd grin and her blush slowly spread down her chest, but said nothing.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>Scott patted his daughter's head. "Okay sweetie, take a seat." Sarah gave her dad's cock a kiss on the head, grabbed her vibrator and sat down on the couch across from the bed. She rubbed the lube on her hands over her crotch and her vibrator before licking off what remained. Scott began to stand, but paused; an impish smile spread across his face. "Before we begin, I have a question for mommy." He reached into a night table and pulled out an odd remote and a Wartenberg pinwheel.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>"Oh, and what would that be?" Annie said in a knowing tone, her eyes twinkling. Scott just grinned and pressed a button on the remote. Annie squealed as her exosuit shifted her forward onto her breasts. Scott craned his head to look behind wife. "You alright down there, Sadie?" He cocked his head a bit more and barely made out a thumbs up beyond the horizon of his wife's ass. "Good. Now-" He rolled the pinwheel across her arm to collar bone and Annie gasped. "Why did you ask Sadie to stay behind when I sent her off for clothes?"</p>`);
r.push(`<p>Annie inhaled sharply and said, "I needed to cum." He ran the pinwheel slowly down her collarbone to her breast. "And what had you so worked up you needed Sadie?" Her breathing began to speed up. "I nearly threw my back out getting into my exo." He raised an eyebrow and ran the pinwheel in winding loops across her breasts, goose bumps forming in its wake. "Oh? And why would that get you so hot and bothered?" he asked in a knowing tone.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p>Annie's breath became more ragged and began to babble. "I'm-I'm so big, so big. I'm a breast obsessed cowslut." She held the smart material of her exo in a white knuckle grip. "I came when I couldn't see my feet anymore. I masturbated seven times when I first got stuck in a door. I once wrapped my tits around a guard rail and humped it for three hours. I came buckets to the look on Cathy's face when she met me." Annie gave him a look of pure want. "I need to cum. Mommy needs her boobs pounded." She pleaded. Scott smiled and pressed a button on the remote that caused the smart material to press Annie's breasts into a fuckable channel. He positioned himself and said, "Honesty is to be rewarded", then thrust himself into her.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p>She gasped and moaned loudly. Her mewling was almost loud enough to match the lewd noises of flesh against flesh. Scott began to increase his speed. With each thrust sending ripples through her body. With how worked up she was, it wasn't long before her moaning increased in volume until she suddenly gasped, her body tensed up, shuddered and then relaxed. Annie's tongue lolled out and her eyes fluttered.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>Annie's breath became more ragged and began to babble. "I'm-I'm so big, so big. I'm a breast obsessed cowslut." She held the smart material of her exo in a white knuckle grip. "I came when I couldn't see my feet anymore. I masturbated seven times when I first got stuck in a door. I once wrapped my tits around a guard rail and humped it for three hours. I came buckets to the look on Cathy's face when she met me." Annie gave him a look of pure want. "I need to cum. Mommy needs her boobs pounded," she pleaded. Scott smiled and pressed a button on the remote that caused the smart material to press Annie's breasts into a fuckable channel. He positioned himself and said, "Honesty is to be rewarded," then thrust himself into her.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>She gasped and moaned loudly. Her mewling was almost loud enough to match the lewd noises of flesh against flesh. Scott began to increase his speed, with each thrust sending ripples through her body. With how worked up she was, it wasn't long before her moaning increased in volume until she suddenly gasped, her body tensed up, shuddered and then relaxed. Annie's tongue lolled out and her eyes fluttered.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>Scott snorted in amusement and was about to continue when he felt a tongue licking him. He looked down to see Sarah. She looked at him with pleading eyes "Daddy, I need it." Scott sighed, but smiled softly at his daughter and said, "Okay, how do you want it?" She thought for a second before saying, "I want puss-puss." He nodded, picked her up and laid his daughter atop his wife's vast breasts.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>He teased himself against her cunny and then began to ease himself into her. She gasped at the intrusion and began to tease her own nipples, milk slowly leaking out of them. As he eased into her tight cunny, he could feel his own orgasm building. He paused for a moment and then began to move. It didn't take long for his orgasm to build again. He increased the speed of his thrusts until he came inside his daughter. He continued until she tensed, her breasts spraying milk violently, and fell limp.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>Scott leaned into his wife's breasts to bask in the afterglow. While Annie had coaxed Sarah to turn around, pulled Sarah's cunny to her face and began to slowly eat her daughter out. Sarah just lay bonelessly atop her mother's breasts.</p>`);
@@ -1688,16 +1688,16 @@ App.Data.FCTV.channels = {
r.push(`meters`);
}
r.push(`back. She stood staring wide eyed at the creamery.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p>The LCD screen above the entrance wasn't anything too eye catching. It proudly displayed the words Blue Barn Creamery & Grocery in bright letters. An ever changing list of advertisements and new products on sale scrolled along the bottom. Truly, it could have fit-in with old world signs if no one looked too closely at the words on screen. What was truly eye catching is what surrounded it.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>The LCD screen above the entrance wasn't anything too eye catching. It proudly displayed the words Blue Barn Creamery & Grocery in bright letters. An ever changing list of advertisements and new products on sale scrolled along the bottom. Truly, it could have fit in with old world signs if no one looked too closely at the words on screen. What was truly eye-catching is what surrounded it.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>Dozens of cowslaves mounted in milking frames surrounded the screen up and down the building. The building curved out to dangle slaves into the street. Whoever created the display had been thoughtful enough to arrange the cowslaves in order of pregnancy, from flat bellies at the top to the monstrously pregnant at the bottom.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p>Scott walked back to Cathy grabbed her hand. "Come along." He managed to get a dozen paces before she pulled her hand out of his grasp. "Those are people" she hissed under her breath. "Of course they're people. What did you think they were, animatronics?" he scoffed. "This isn't Yellow Farmhouse." He shook his head. "Honestly, what were they thinking?"</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>Scott walked back to Cathy grabbed her hand. "Come along." He managed to get a dozen paces before she pulled her hand out of his grasp. "Those are people," she hissed under her breath. "Of course they're people. What did you think they were, animatronics?" he scoffed. "This isn't Yellow Farmhouse." He shook his head. "Honestly, what were they thinking?"</p>`);
r.push(`<p>She sputtered and fumed at him for a moment before she found her voice again. "That isn't what I meant and you know it." She turned away from him to take in the scene. A dark haired beauty with smoky eyes amongst the cowslaves above caught her eye and gave her a lewd grin or, rather, attempted to do so around the feeding dildo in her mouth. Cathy wrinkled her nose. "Why would people do this?"</p>`);
r.push(`<p>"Well, at Blue Barn Creamery they believe customers have the right to see the cow before they drink from it." He answered in a wry tone. "But never mind that, let's go." He gave her butt a quick slap and continued walking. She winced at the impact, but followed him, her eyes still on the display.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>After a moment, her features slowly shifted from disgust to morbid curiosity. "What happens when they need to give birth?" Scott beamed at her. "You can't see it, but those platforms have systems that allow them to give birth without removing them and after giving birth they can be easily moved back to the top." He said gesturing to the slaves. "Blue Barn also offers an app that allows you to follow a slave's pregnancy and insemination."</p>`);
r.push(`<p>As they approached the entrance to the creamery, a crowd began to form around it. Slaves with the Blue Barn logo tattooed on their cheek passed out cups to the crowd. Scott and Cathy rejoined the family as June was gathering cups for everyone. "Everything alright?" Annie asked, an odd twinkle in her eye. "Nothing to worry about." Scott said as June gave him and Cathy their cups.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>Cathy looked at the cup in confusion. "Shouldn't we head inside?" Scott just gave her a small smile. "Not just yet." An aura of excitement began to build in the crowd. She noticed that most of the crowd wore very little. Most of the women wore underwear or jewelry and nothing else. Cathy just stared at her cup and then looked up and noticed something she'd missed before. A countdown timer in the corner of the creamery's screen. And it had just hit zero.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>The cowslaves mounted above began to moan and a deluge of milk flowed onto the crowd. The crowd cheered and laughed raising their cups high. Some of the women just basked in the spray, rubbing the milk into their skin. Some of the younger children danced and jumped in the puddles that formed.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p>While others were reveling in the downpour, Cathy just stood still, exuding the aura of a wet cat. Scott laughed at Cathy's put out expression and took another swig from his cup. "Now we can go in."</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>While others were reveling in the downpour, Cathy just stood still, exuding the aura of a wet cat. Scott laughed at Cathy's put-out expression and took another swig from his cup. "Now we can go in."</p>`);
return r.join(" ");
}
@@ -1706,23 +1706,23 @@ App.Data.FCTV.channels = {
get text() {
const r = [];
r.push(`<p>A soft gust of air flowed over the family as they passed through the doors to the creamery. Compared to its outward appearance, the creamery's interior was rather rustic. The warmly colored wood and soft amber lighting gave it a close and homey feel, like walking into an old ranch home at sunset.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p>The family passed wooden stalls containing a bevy of cowslaves. Each stall had a plaque with the slave's name on it, milking lines snaked down from the ceiling, and above each stall was a screen displaying the cow's sexual exploits. Some of them were chatting with customers, taking selfies with them and recommending products to try. Others were providing more intimate services to their clientele or simply milked themselves and stared at passersby, their smoldering eyes and flushed faces promising every earthly delight one could imagine. Cathy did her best to ignore the goings on around her and focus her attention forward, but couldn't help herself from taking short peeks from the corner of her eye.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>The family passed wooden stalls containing a bevy of cowslaves. Each stall had a plaque with the slave's name on it, milking lines snaked down from the ceiling, and above each stall was a screen displaying the cow's sexual exploits. Some of them were chatting with customers, taking selfies with them and recommending products to try. Others were providing more intimate services to their clientele or simply milking themselves and staring at passersby, their smoldering eyes and flushed faces promising every earthly delight one could imagine. Cathy did her best to ignore the goings on around her and focus her attention forward, but couldn't help herself from taking short peeks from the corner of her eye.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>Eventually, the family came to a stop at a dessert counter. Various cakes, pastries, and other treats tempted customers from behind the glass. Each dessert had stylized pictures of the cows that provided the ingredients. One particularly large cake had a picture of adorably deformed and scantily clad construction crew building the cake in a clumsy, but earnest fashion. Above the counter was a series of chalk boards that listed products on the menu, as well as boasting of the day's specials. On top of the counter was a single silver bell. Annie sidled up to the counter, her breasts pressing into the glass. Her daughter reached over from her perch and rung the bell. They didn't have to wait for long before a voice called out to them. "Oh, master! I didn't know you were coming in today."</p>`);
r.push(`<p>She was relatively short for a woman, with dark hair and warm brown eyes. Her figure spoke of a long romance with growth drugs and an ongoing affair with the contents of the dessert counter. She wore a slutty maid uniform, tubes snaking out the slits at her breasts to her backpack, and what looked like a modified soda gun was holstered at her hip. The upper slope of her right breast was tattooed with loopy script that said Martha.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>Scott smiled and gave her a polite grope. "Just a little family outing. Could you get us a table?" He glanced at Cathy for a moment. "And maybe a few towels?" Martha grinned and said, "Sure thing." She disappeared behind the counter and returned with fluffy towels and menus in hand. After handing out the towels, she said, "Alright, follow me" and lead the family away.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>Martha led them to table that, despite being designed with more generous figures in mind, groaned when Annie sat down. The waitress passed out menus as the family busied themselves with drying off. After passing out the menus, Martha gave a quick, "Be back in a sec." and walked away. As the family finished up drying off, Martha returned with a tray of empty glasses. She set out the glasses on the table, unholstered the soda gun at her hip, and began to fill them up.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>Cathy just stared at the glass of milk in front of her. "It's pink." Annie handed her daughter a glass before taking a sip from her own. "And quite delicious, you should give it a try, Kitten." Sarah licked off her milk mustache and nodded, "Uh-huh, you should give it a try before you say you don't like it." Cathy took a tentative sip and then looked at her glass with new eyes. "It's strawberry flavored, how does that work?"</p>`);
r.push(`<p>Scott patted Martha's breasts. "A bit of minor surgery and a regimen of various supplements. If you go upstairs you can buy drugs that do the much the same thing, if less effectively." Scott took drink from his glass before continuing. "A side benefit of research performed on behalf of the vampires of Sanguine." Cathy looked skeptical. "Vampires?" she asked. Scott waved his hand. "I'll tell you about them another time."</p>`);
- r.push(`<p>Martha pulled a small notepad out of her cleavage. "Do you folks know what you want or do you need some time?" Scott thought for a second before responding. "Why don't you give us a moment, It's Cathy's first time here." She beamed at Cathy. "Oh, glad to have you here! I hope you enjoy yourself darlin'" She took a slender remote out of her cleavage and handed it to Cathy. "Give me a buzz when you've made up your mind." With a small wave, Martha turned sashayed away.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p>Cathy turned her attention to the menu in front of her. At a distance it didn't appear to be any different from a normal paper menu, but on closer inspection one could see it was a flexible touch screen. Scrolling down each page revealed a variety of intriguing dishes as cartoon cowslaves danced in the margins. Tapping on a dish opened a window that showed a video of the item, beside the window was a tab that enticed customers to see the cows in action. A significant part of the dessert page was dedicated extolling the virtues of growth drug laced ice cream produced by Blue Barn's partnership with Bloom Pharma. Below this were animations of cows eating ice cream and suddenly growing assets of immense size.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>Martha pulled a small notepad out of her cleavage. "Do you folks know what you want or do you need some time?" Scott thought for a second before responding. "Why don't you give us a moment, It's Cathy's first time here." She beamed at Cathy. "Oh, glad to have you here! I hope you enjoy yourself, darlin'." She took a slender remote out of her cleavage and handed it to Cathy. "Give me a buzz when you've made up your mind." With a small wave, Martha turned sashayed away.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>Cathy turned her attention to the menu in front of her. At a distance it didn't appear to be any different from a normal paper menu, but on closer inspection one could see it was a flexible touch screen. Scrolling down each page revealed a variety of intriguing dishes as cartoon cowslaves danced in the margins. Tapping on a dish opened a window that showed a video of the item; beside the window was a tab that enticed customers to see the cows in action. A significant part of the dessert page was dedicated extolling the virtues of growth drug laced ice cream produced by Blue Barn's partnership with Bloom Pharma. Below this were animations of cows eating ice cream and suddenly growing assets of immense size.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>"Hmm, anyone know what they want?" Scott asked. June looked up from the menu. "I think I'll get my usual." Sadie yawned and said, "Same." Sarah held up her menu, jabbing finger at a picture of a black forest cake and said, "I want this." While the cake quite impressive, to the right of it was something far more attention grabbing.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>A window had opened and was playing a video of the cows that helped produce the cake. A heavily pregnant cowslave was railing a far younger, but equally as pregnant cow with a strap-on. The younger cow's eyes were glassy and unfocused. The older slave let out a growl of need and began to pick up speed, their considerable breasts jiggling with each thrust. The menu was polite enough to have a blurb informing them that the cows are actresses on The Young and the Fecund. If one was feeling uncharitable, they could say that the sole video tag of "lactating lolis" was technically correct, but a woefully inadequate description.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>He raised an eyebrow. "I thought you wanted a bloom berry sundae?" She gave him puppy dog eyes. "I want cake too," she whined. He narrowed his eyes at her. The puppy dog eyes increased in intensity. A moment passed before he caved. "You can have a small slice." The puppy dog eyes vanished and she let out a small cheer. Annie set down her menu. "I think I'll have rum raisin —" She smiled at him, her eyes crinkling. "— and a slice of cake." He huffed at her, but smiled anyway. Then he turned to Cathy. "And you?" he asked. "I think I'll have a vanilla sundae." He cocked his head at her and raised an eyebrow. "What?" she said defensively. He held up his hands in a placating gesture. "Nothing, nothing. If you've made up your mind, just use the remote." She picked up the remote and pressed the call button.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>A few moments later, Martha returned, her face flushed. "Everyone all set?" She briskly took down their orders and set off for the kitchens. After a few minutes, she returned with a full tray. With an agility that only comes from years of being a fighter pilot or working in the food industry, she passed out their orders and topped off every glass. With a quick, "Buzz me if you need me," Martha returned to the counter.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>June demurely ate her ice cream while Sadie seemed intent on eating her banana split in as lewd a fashion possible. In stark contrast, Sarah was savaging her cake and ice cream, icing smearing on her face and chest. As Annie was eating her ice cream, she 'accidentally' started dribbling onto her cleavage. "Oh my!" she said in a tone of faux concern. "Sweetie, could you help mommy out?" Sarah wiggled around in her mother's cleavage and began to lap up the drips of ice cream, leaving smears of icing in her wake. "Oh, you've such a messy eater. Come here and let mommy clean you up." Annie pulled her close and began to lick the remnants of cake and ice cream off her face. Her licks slowly morphed into a deep kiss. Their tongues danced and faces flushed. Annie pulled away from her, trailing a line of kisses down her chest and began to suckle from her. Sarah bit her lip, closed her eyes, and began to moan, her fingers teasing her clit.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p>Cathy looked upon this scene with an expression that could only be charitably described as slack jawed. Scott caught her eye and gave her an amused grin. She flushed with embarrassment and cleared her throat before asking, "So, you own this place, don't you?" He took a lick of his ice cream. "Indeed I do. Something you want to ask?"</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>Cathy looked upon this scene with an expression that could only be charitably described as slack-jawed. Scott caught her eye and gave her an amused grin. She flushed with embarrassment and cleared her throat before asking, "So, you own this place, don't you?" He took a lick of his ice cream. "Indeed I do. Something you want to ask?"</p>`);
r.push(`<p>Her features became troubled and she shifted in her seat. "Yeah, why do you have all those girls mounted out front?" He shrugged his shoulders. "Like I said, we at Blue Barn Creamery believe the customer has a right to see the cow before they drink from it." She nodded "Yeah you said that, but why? Wouldn't putting up a bunch of screens be as effective?"</p>`);
- r.push(`<p>Scott pondered her question for a moment, before saying, "Shortly after starting up here, there was a big scandal over slave milk. Apparently, some moron thought adulterating slave milk with actual cow milk was a good idea. As you might guess, it didn't turn out well for him." He took a bite of his ice cream before continuing. "After that, customer trust was at an all-time low. So, I decided to make sure customers could see the whole process right outside the door." He jabbed his cone at her. "That level of transparency made me quite rich and my cows famous. Upstairs, you can buy all sorts of merchandise based on them: clothes, dolls, you name it." He smiled. "There's even a cartoon in the works." Cathy looked at him with a thoughtful expression. "So, that's why?" He gave her a lewd grin. "That, and it's quite sexy. Now, eat your ice cream before it melts." He turned to his wife and daughter. "That goes for you too. Remember, clean your plate, then masturbate." Sarah pulled away from Annie, gobbled down what remained of food, and then pressed her breasts into her mother's face.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>Scott pondered her question for a moment, before saying, "Shortly after starting up here, there was a big scandal over slave milk. Apparently, some moron thought adulterating slave milk with actual cow milk was a good idea. As you might guess, it didn't turn out well for him." He took a bite of his ice cream before continuing. "After that, customer trust was at an all-time low. So, I decided to make sure customers could see the whole process right outside the door." He jabbed his cone at her. "That level of transparency made me quite rich and my cows famous. Upstairs, you can buy all sorts of merchandise based on them: clothes, dolls, you name it." He smiled. "There's even a cartoon in the works." Cathy looked at him with a thoughtful expression. "So, that's why?" He gave her a lewd grin. "That, and it's quite sexy. Now, eat your ice cream before it melts." He turned to his wife and daughter. "That goes for you too. Remember, clean your plate, then masturbate." Sarah pulled away from Annie, gobbled down what remained of her food, and then pressed her breasts into her mother's face.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>A few minutes later, the family had finished their ice cream and were taking a moment to relax. Sarah rested languidly in her mother's cleavage, basking in the afterglow. Annie shifted uncomfortably. "Feeling pretty sticky. I think mommy is going to go home and take a shower." Scott patted her breast. "Sounds good, I think June and I'll get some shopping done and head back." At the word 'shopping,' Sarah immediately said, "No spinach." Scott looked at his daughter. "Yes spinach. You're not going to grow up to be big and milky like mommy if you don't eat your greens." Sarah pouted and mumbled into her mother's breast, "I want lolimommy cheese curds and a new plushy." Scott ruffled her hair. "We'll see."</p>`);
r.push(`<p>As the family gathered themselves, Cathy held up the remote. "Should we just leave this at the counter?" Annie smiled at her. "Why don't you give her a buzz? I'm sure she'd like it." Cathy gave her a confused frown. Annie sighed and asked, "Kitten, how do you think that gets her attention?" Cathy turned the remote over in her hands. "She would have something that blinked and vibrated when someone used the remote." Annie just looked at her with a serene smile, her eyes twinkling mischievously. With a sudden gasp, Cathy dropped the remote like it had shocked her. A second later, there was a distant squeal and the clatter of a tray hitting the floor.</p>`);
@@ -1734,13 +1734,13 @@ App.Data.FCTV.channels = {
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r.push(`<p>A moment later, a beet red Cathy was stuttering an apology to an even redder Martha. "Don't worry about it, it was just a pleasant surprise." She smiled and pressed her breasts against Cathy's. "Hope to see you 'round soon darlin'." Martha pulled her into a hug and whispered softly into her ear. "I know it's hard to adjust to, but I think you'll do just fine here." She pressed a piece of paper into Cathy's cleavage and sashayed away.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>Cathy fished it out to see it was an email and phone number with a lip print in bright red lipstick. "Oh my," Annie said, her eyes dancing with amusement. "It looks like you've made a friend." She turned to her husband and said, "I think they'd make a cute couple, wouldn't you?" Scott examined Cathy for a second before nodding. "So long as she makes an honest woman out of her, she has my blessing." Cathy just slowly fumed, her face scarlet in embarrassment. A moment passed before Annie couldn't take it anymore and let out loud, breast quaking, laughter.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p>Cathy glared at Annie "She was just being friendly." This just sent Annie into another fit of bosom shaking hysterics. Scott attempted to steady his wife. "Cathy, do you remember the remote she gave you?" She nodded warily. "You don't need one of those to call a waitress. The menus have a button that calls the nearest one to the table," he explained. "Remotes like that are typically reserved for VIPs or favored customers." Her brow furrowed. "But you're the owner! Why wouldn't she leave one with you?" He gave her a small grin and said, "Indeed I am, but she gave the remote to you, not me." Cathy thought that over for a second before putting her head in her hands and sulked.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>Cathy glared at Annie. "She was just being friendly." This just sent Annie into another fit of bosom shaking hysterics. Scott attempted to steady his wife. "Cathy, do you remember the remote she gave you?" She nodded warily. "You don't need one of those to call a waitress. The menus have a button that calls the nearest one to the table," he explained. "Remotes like that are typically reserved for VIPs or favored customers." Her brow furrowed. "But you're the owner! Why wouldn't she leave one with you?" He gave her a small grin and said, "Indeed I am, but she gave the remote to you, not me." Cathy thought that over for a second before putting her head in her hands and sulked.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>After a few seconds, Annie's laughter had died down to jiggling chortles. She wiped a tear from her eye, smiled and said, "Oh dear sweet kitten, never change." The chortling slowed and so did the wobbling of her bosom.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>Finally, she let out a long relaxed sigh before saying, "On that note, I think it's time to head back. Coming, Sadie?" Sadie nodded and took up a position beside Annie. They linked arms and presented their bottoms to Scott. He gave both their asses a quick smack and said, "Off you go." Annie wiggled her bottom. "Daddy," she whined plaintively, her eyes bright with amusement. He sighed good-naturedly and gave both her cheeks a solid smack. She squealed and tittered, her eyes twinkling, then wobbled to the door and out of sight.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p>The party made their way to an elevator past the dessert counter and went up a floor. The grocery portion of Blue Barn had much the same aesthetic as downstairs: all Cedar and Oak construction, and pendant lamps hanging above. The hardwood floor was polished in the way only an obsessive-compulsive could manage. Immediately out of the elevator were lines of wooden shelves and tables bearing Blue Barn merchandise.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>The party made their way to an elevator past the dessert counter and went up a floor. The grocery portion of Blue Barn had much the same aesthetic as downstairs: all cedar and oak construction, and pendant lamps hanging above. The hardwood floor was polished in the way only an obsessive-compulsive could manage. Immediately out of the elevator were lines of wooden shelves and tables bearing Blue Barn merchandise.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>There were posters, coasters, clothing and all manner of little knickknacks, but the true star of the show were the plushies. Rows upon rows of them covered the shelves and tables arranged in little displays, all of them made in the image of cows working at the creamery. One table had the plushies in a mini concert hall, the ones on stage wielding toy instruments that had 'Press me!' stickers on them. Another table had them arranged in what looked to be a garden party. Spread across two tables was a diorama of the creamery with plushies placed throughout it. One plushie that looked distinctly like Martha was plopped behind the dessert counter. Another was placed near the elevators and if one looked closely they could see a matching cowslave sat drowsing amongst the merchandise.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>The cow was young, busty, even for the arcology, and heavily pregnant. She wore what looked to be Holstein print pajamas with a hood made to look like a stylized cow. Her strawberry blonde hair was mussed with sleep and she cradled a plushie in one arm. Truly, she looked like a daughter waiting for her daddy to come home. As the party approached, she began to stir.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p>Scott reached out and began to gently pat her head. "How are you doing, Tabby?" Tabby just made a sound of contentment and pressed into his hand, luxuriating in his touch. After a few moments, she yawned and blinked, looking up at him. For a beat she just stared at him, her sleep addled brain struggling to process the sight in front of her. Finally, the penny dropped.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>Scott reached out and began to gently pat her head. "How are you doing, Tabby?" Tabby just made a sound of contentment and pressed into his hand, luxuriating in his touch. After a few moments, she yawned and blinked, looking up at him. For a beat she just stared at him, her sleep-addled brain struggling to process the sight in front of her. Finally, the penny dropped.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>She squeaked and sat up so quick one would think she had been hit with a cattle prod. With a panicked expression, she began to babble a fervent apology. "Master, I'm sorry I fell asleep." She hiccupped and pleaded with him, on the verge of tears. "Please don't tell Gabe I fell asleep again. She'll yell at me for sure." Scott just continued patting her head, knelt beside her chair, and spoke in a calm tone, "Hey, hey, no need for tears. Just take a deep breath and calm down Tabby cat. I won't tell Gabe."</p>`);
r.push(`<p>Tabby sniffed, took a deep breath, and hiccupped. For a moment, she just relaxed into Scott's ministrations before she frowned and said, "I thought you weren't coming in today master." He moved her hair out her eyes. "I figured I'd get some shopping done and show the newbie around," he said with a nod to Cathy. Tabby gave her a bright smile. "Oh, nice to meet you. Would you like a free sample?" she asked gesturing to table next to her.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>The table next to her held a platter of cheese curds. A sign with the words 'Free Samples' printed on it stood to the left of table. Someone apparently thought that was an insufficient description and had taken a pen to add the words 'I made them myself!' in bright pink letters. Next to the platter, was an empty package that said 'Lolimommy Cheese Curds' in a cheery font. On the package, was an adorably deformed picture of Tabby that said 'The fresh ones squeak'.</p>`);
@@ -1777,18 +1777,18 @@ App.Data.FCTV.channels = {
get text() {
const r = [];
r.push(`<p>The offending bottle was of a higher quality than most of its neighbors, offering a gallery of artists' renditions of the cow in addition to the video. The video on the bottle showed Scott fucking Annie from behind, a slightly tinny slap followed by a squeal from the tiny speakers on the bottle. However, this was not the source of Cathy's distress, as surprising as that may be. Rather, it was the words, Top shelf: All in the Family, printed in red lettering across the bottle.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p>Scott cocked an eyebrow, utterly unperturbed. "Yes? And?" Cathy sputtered, but quickly regained her momentum. "You don't do that! Why would do that!?" she all but shrieked, her face blotchy.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>Scott cocked an eyebrow, utterly unperturbed. "Yes? And?" Cathy sputtered, but quickly regained her momentum. "You don't do that! Why would you do that!?" she all but shrieked, her face blotchy.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>"For two reasons," he said, and held up a finger. "One, have you seen her?" A lewd grin spread across his face, "Rawr." Cathy's blush deepened as her outrage engine built up steam. The grin slid off of Scott's face and his voice grew solemn. "Second, parents can't sell their children if they're already married."</p>`);
r.push(`<p>She froze, the blood draining from her face. "What... why?" Scott sighed and looked her in the eye. "I would think you of all people would understand why." Cathy flinched and looked down, clutching her plushie tighter. His stare never wavered. "Didn't you sign up with me to help your mother? Family is important after all." For a while she just stared down at her own cleavage, fiddling with her plushie. She nodded, "Yeah... but not just for her." She looked up, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "I did it for me too." A shudder ran through her and tears began to roll down her cheeks. "I didn't know what to do without her."</p>`);
r.push(`<p>Scott patted her head and pulled her into a hug. "Honesty is to be rewarded." Her body shuddered with suppressed sobs. June caught his eye over Cathy's shoulder and gave him an uncertain look. He shook his head slightly and gave her a thumbs up. She nodded slightly and quietly left the aisle. Cathy sniffed and mumbled into his chest, "I miss my mom." He rubbed slow circles in back and said softly, "I know, I know."</p>`);
r.push(`<p>After her sobs subsided, the pair continued hugging in silence for a moment before separating. Cathy rubbed her eyes and sniffed, attempting to regain her composure. "So what happens now?" Scott quirked an eyebrow, "For now, we finish shopping and head on home." He looked up and down the aisle. "Provided that we can find where June wandered off to." A soft sigh escaped her throat. "That's not what I meant." She gave him a steady look. "What's the next step to getting my mom back?"</p>`);
r.push(`<p>Scott considered her for a moment before responding. "For now, you'll continue your drug regimen and etiquette lessons." He gave her breasts a poke. "Your milk hasn't come in so we can't start that training or begin selling your milk, but there are things you can do." He drummed out a little beat on her breasts. "Now that you're big enough to not get stopped when you walk down the street, you could start working here." An impish grin spread over his face. "I'm sure Martha would enjoy having you around." Cathy flushed and let out a small huff. His grin widened.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>He groped her slowly as he thought. "As for getting your mom, considering who your mother was, her price is bound to be exorbitant. Even if I got a sweetheart rate." He brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear. "But we're in no rush. Her current owner is treating her rather well and seems fond of her, so he probably won't randomly sell her off." A mild frown spread across his face. "The downside of that is it will take even more money or favors to get him to part with her, but we'll cross that bridge when we get to it."</p>`);
- r.push(`<p>As he spoke, Cathy's expression became more and more disheartened. Scott smiled reassuringly, "Don't worry about it. I have a plan to make you so profitable you could buy your mom a dozen times over." She nodded, but didn't look entirely reassured. "You've already made a fair bit of progress today" he said, his smile bright. "What do you mean?" her face had the expression of a wary kitten expecting the roar of vacuum cleaner. "You didn't freak out when I touched your breasts." He gave them a squeeze for emphasis. She looked conflicted and seemed on the verge of saying something, but decided against it. "Anyway, we should find June and head on out." He patted her butt, saying "Come along" and set out to find June with Cathy in tow.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>As he spoke, Cathy's expression became more and more disheartened. Scott smiled reassuringly, "Don't worry about it. I have a plan to make you so profitable you could buy your mom a dozen times over." She nodded, but didn't look entirely reassured. "You've already made a fair bit of progress today," he said, his smile bright. "What do you mean?" Her face had the expression of a wary kitten expecting the roar of vacuum cleaner. "You didn't freak out when I touched your breasts." He gave them a squeeze for emphasis. She looked conflicted and seemed on the verge of saying something, but decided against it. "Anyway, we should find June and head on out." He patted her butt, saying "Come along," and set out to find June with Cathy in tow.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>It didn't take too long to find her. After passing a display of plushie cowslaves playing in a pool, they walked into an aisle devoted to greeting cards and other printed media. The various cards bore animated scenes catering to various situations. One card depicted a busty woman losing power to her exosuit, being pulled to the ground by her own breasts and a small group comes by to help her up. The words flowing across the card said 'We know you've fallen on hard times, but we'll always be there to support you' in a wavy font. The other side of the aisle bore a number of coloring books plastered with pictures of famous cows, magazines devoted to various tastes, and paperback erotica, some written by store employees. And hunched over by the magazines was June.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>She was engrossed in reading an issue of Cow's Life. The cover had a looping video of a blonde cow spraying milk and making bedroom eyes at the viewer. The headline of the issue was an interview with Alexis Cream, the first cow in space. In smaller text were headlines like 'Five nipple stimulation methods guaranteed to increase lactation!', 'Finding the right cleavage vibrator for you', 'The new frontier of breast sex'. June seemed to have ignored the magazine's other offerings in favor of a review of a new model of mobile milker that promised to provide endless breastgasms.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>Scott walked up behind her and slipped his arms around her to grab her breasts. "Doing some early Christmas shopping?" he asked looking over her shoulder. She leaned into him, "Just looking at the new milker you were going to buy for Sarah." He gave her breasts a squeeze as he read the article over her shoulder. "It's a high end model. I'm a very thoughtful father, aren't I?" he said in faux pompous tone, nodding to himself. A small smile spread across June's face. "Of course you are, master." They enjoyed each other's company for a moment before she spoke in a low tone, "Everything alright?" He teased her nipples and spoke in the same tone, "I think I've made some progress with her." He leaned closer to whisper in her ear, "I told you it was a good idea."</p>`);
- r.push(`<p>They separated and returned to the cart. While they were having their little chat, Cathy had decided to brave the contents of the erotica section. The look on her face was difficult to describe, but she was reading the book very intently. Scott caught her eye and said, "you can have it, if you want it..." She snapped the book shut, placed it on the shelf, and tried to look as small as possible. He just shrugged in response and looked through the cart before nodding to himself. "I think we're ready to go. Any objections?" June shook her head, but Cathy looked at the shelf for a long second before shaking her head.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>They separated and returned to the cart. While they were having their little chat, Cathy had decided to brave the contents of the erotica section. The look on her face was difficult to describe, but she was reading the book very intently. Scott caught her eye and said, "You can have it, if you want it..." She snapped the book shut, placed it on the shelf, and tried to look as small as possible. He just shrugged in response and looked through the cart before nodding to himself. "I think we're ready to go. Any objections?" June shook her head, but Cathy looked at the shelf for a long second before shaking her head.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>The three gathered up their purchases and headed to the exit. As they were passing through the checkout, Scott noticed a certain book pass amongst their purchases. He turned to give Cathy a look. She was pointedly not looking in his direction when she snatched up the book and made a beeline for the door. When she stepped outside, she noticed something was off about the building, but she couldn't put her finger on it. Scott and June made their way outside to see her gaze flickering over the building. Scott simply smiled at Cathy. Finally, the penny dropped, Cathy glared at him like she was trying to set him on fire with her mind. The upper level of Blue Barn didn't have cows mounted on the wall. Cackling laughter echoed in the street.</p>`);
return r.join(" ");
@@ -1798,7 +1798,7 @@ App.Data.FCTV.channels = {
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r.push(`<p>Cathy's ire had faded somewhat by the time they made it home. A soft chime rang out as they walked in the door, followed shortly by a faint voice calling out, "Welcome home," from further in the house. The trio put the groceries on the kitchen island and began to put them away. The background murmur of a TV and the faint roar of a hair dryer were coming from the next room. Scott was about to walk into the room, but he paused and looked at the plushie in his hand. He turned and pressed it into June's hands, giving her a meaningful look. She looked at the doll for a moment before returning his look with a smile. Message received. He gave her a quick nod before walking through the door.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p>At first glance, the living room didn't look too dissimilar from something of an old-world home decorating magazine. The furniture was well made and comfortable, but was noticeably designed with more robust figures in mind. Books and magazines laid scattered across a number of coffee and end tables. An old copy of <i>Milkers Monthly</i> was opened to a video of a cowslave demonstrating the use of a cleavage vibrator. The shelves on the far wall held a number of statues, their brass figures bearing immobilizing breasts. And on the end was a 1st place ribbon from a school milking competition.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>At first glance, the living room didn't look too dissimilar from something out of an old-world home decorating magazine. The furniture was well made and comfortable, but was noticeably designed with more robust figures in mind. Books and magazines laid scattered across a number of coffee and end tables. An old copy of <i>Milkers Monthly</i> was opened to a video of a cowslave demonstrating the use of a cleavage vibrator. The shelves on the far wall held a number of statues, their brass figures bearing immobilizing breasts. And on the end was a 1st place ribbon from a school milking competition.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>Annie sat on the couch with a towel around her shoulders, only wearing her exosuit. She relaxed as Sadie went over her vast cleavage with a hair dryer and a towel, letting out noises of contentment as she luxuriated in Sadie's ministrations. Sarah was cuddled up to her mother, her hair still damp from the shower. Scott sat down on the couch and pulled Sarah onto his lap before moving closer to his wife. Sarah just made herself comfortable while Annie leaned over to give him a kiss. "Everything go alright?" He patted his wife's breast reassuringly. "There was a little bump or two, but it went alright. I'll tell you about it later."</p>`);
r.push(`<p>Sarah turned around to face her father. "Did you get it?" she asked expectantly. He tilted his head in faux confusion, "Get what?" She frowned at him and said in an annoyed tone, "Daddy." A plushie peeked over from behind the couch for a moment before dipping back down. Sarah focused on the spot the plushie had just inhabited with laser intensity before turning to give him an accusing look. Scott did his best to look confused. "What is it sweetheart?"</p>`);
r.push(`<p>The plushie popped back up and began to move along the back of the couch in a parody of walking. The doll stopped at Scott's shoulder and prodded it with a tiny hand. "Oh, hi Tabby. What brings you here?" The plushie moved closer to his ear. "You're here to keep Sarah company? That's very sweet of you." Sarah let out a piteous whine, "Daddy." Scott appeared to be too enthralled with his diminutive conversation partner to hear her. "What's that? You're also here to make sure she eats her greens, cleans her toys, and does her homework?" He gave Sarah a dubious glance and turned to whisper to the plushie, sotto voce, "I think that's bit of a tall order." Sarah pouted at her father, but grudgingly said, "Okay."</p>`);
@@ -1811,8 +1811,8 @@ App.Data.FCTV.channels = {
r.push(`<p>All throughout the show, Cathy was mesmerized by the show in the same way one might be by a train wreck. When the credits rolled, she broke out of the spell and noticed that another episode was about to play. "Uh, could we watch something else?" Cathy asked tentatively. Sarah looked like she going to object, but Scott gave her a quick look. She pouted at her father, but began to flip through the channels. As the channels went by, Cathy's eyes grew wider. "Why don't we go back to the cartoon channel? "</p>`);
r.push(`<p>After a few more episodes, Scott noticed the time. "I think it's bedtime for cuddly cows." Sarah grumbled, but didn't resist when he lifted her out of Annie's cleavage. She received a hug and a kiss from both her parents before June took her off to prepare for bed. Scott turned to Cathy and said, "Why don't you head off too? You'll be coming into work with me in the morning so you should get some rest." Cathy nodded and headed off to her room, but returned a moment later to grab her plushie. Annie caught sight of the doll and gave Cathy a lascivious grin. Cathy did her best to avoid eye contact and all but ran out of the room.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>The moment Cathy was out the door, Annie began giggling which shortly transformed into breast quaking laughter. She wiped at her eyes, her smile bright as she looked at her husband. "Have I told you lately that I love you?" He wrapped an arm around her waist, his eyes bright with amusement, "I don't know, but it couldn't hurt to say it again." She pulled him closer, kissed him on the cheek and whispered, "I love you." He returned her kiss, rubbed her back gently, and whispered back, "I know."</p>`);
- r.push(`<p>For a while, the couple just relaxed and enjoyed each other's company. Annie let out a sigh of pleasure and asked, "You said there were a few bumps?" Scott let out a sound of acknowledgment. "Gabe has been riding the girls rather hard." Almost immediately, she said, "You should try getting her knocked up." Laughter burst of his chest, at her questioning look he said, "Beth said much the same thing." She nodded approvingly. "Beth is a smart girl. There can always be more babies." She pressed herself into her husband and said, "Gabe isn't the only one who needs knocking up." She nibbled on his earlobe and whispered, "Babies, babies, babies, babies, babies." He turned to look at her and she caught his lips in a searing kiss. When they parted she seemed short of breath, her eyes filled with need. "Babies."</p>`);
- r.push(`<p>Scott took a moment to steady his breath. "You know we have to wait for the treatment to take." Annie let out a sound of displeasure, but Scott didn't waver. "Do you want to go through all the trouble we had with Sarah again?" She deflated a bit. He leaned over and whispered in her ear, "That doesn't mean we can't get some practice in." Immediately, Annie captured his mouth again and began tearing at his clothes. It took them a few hours to make it back to bedroom.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>For a while, the couple just relaxed and enjoyed each other's company. Annie let out a sigh of pleasure and asked, "You said there were a few bumps?" Scott let out a sound of acknowledgment. "Gabe has been riding the girls rather hard." Almost immediately, she said, "You should try getting her knocked up." Laughter burst from his chest; at her questioning look he said, "Beth said much the same thing." She nodded approvingly. "Beth is a smart girl. There can always be more babies." She pressed herself into her husband and said, "Gabe isn't the only one who needs knocking up." She nibbled on his earlobe and whispered, "Babies, babies, babies, babies, babies." He turned to look at her and she caught his lips in a searing kiss. When they parted she seemed short of breath, her eyes filled with need. "Babies."</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>Scott took a moment to steady his breath. "You know we have to wait for the treatment to take." Annie let out a sound of displeasure, but Scott didn't waver. "Do you want to go through all the trouble we had with Sarah again?" She deflated a bit. He leaned over and whispered in her ear, "That doesn't mean we can't get some practice in." Immediately, Annie captured his mouth again and began tearing at his clothes. It took them a few hours to make it back to the bedroom.</p>`);
return r.join(" ");
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