As usual in Griffin’s household, the number of daily shenanigans was simply astonishing and everyone was giving out their share, not only the man of the house himself. Stewie who had a truly brilliant mind, often used in many strange ways, having peculiar visions about anything in life. While doing something crazy at first, he would always come up with a good enough answer on why he was doing it. This time, experiment on a strange, pearly-white goop, pouring it into a machine with a large funnel on it, sloshing its sound inside its round, metal body.
“Hey Stewie, I got another load for you. Heh, load. Get it?” Briant the family dog entered Stewie’s bedroom without knocking, holding a container with the same looking liquid which the genius child was currently working with. 
“Yeah, I get it. So clever. Giggity and all that. I’ll take that. Wait, what is that?” He asked, taking a jar with barely any thick fluid inside of it. Stewie gave the dog a furious stare, clearly and deeply disappointed with him. “Couldn’t you muster more out of that thick groin of yours? You’re worse than the fatman himself. No, this just cannot do.”
“Relax, I was giving you overfilled jars this whole time and that’s everything I’ve got, I’m sorry. What do you need my jizz for anyway? Surely you can just ask other dogs like me, right? I mean, the stray ones will do anything for an old strip of bacon.” He said before his eyes suddenly sparkled. “Yeah, I could chop my leg off for a piece of that.”
“Nevermind that. The reason why I didn’t do that in the first place it’s because of how potent your semen is. It’s probably the only one in the whole world that can do unimaginable things. But I need more, much more of it. So take out that lipstick of yours and get back to work.” Stewie almost shouted, handing back the jar to him, with just several drops of dog spunk inside it. Brian only smirked, beaming proudly.
“Oh, the most powerful, huh? Well, I almost knew there is something about me. First my talent in literature and now this.” He replied, boosting his ego with that newfound information about this. But Stewie had enough of that.
“You’re not that special, but your DNA. Just because you won Mother Nature’s roulette, doesn’t mean you’re so great. Look at Madonna. She won that too and look how she ended. But never mind all that. I cannot trust you to do it on your own but luckily I’ve finished the device that will help us with my goal.”
“What. A milking machine? I’m pretty sure someone made that already.” Brian quirked his eyebrow, already quite surprised why he was helping out that kid with something so heinous and so repulsing. But at least he got something out of it, always helping out his best friend in his time of need.
“Of course not. Something much better.” Stewie grasped the remote controller with a single, big red button on it. After pressing it, a hole in the wall appeared, letting a thick surface with a leather strap on it slide out of it, before landing on the floor with a loud thud. Brian didn’t look amused by it, not liking where all of this was going. Also, it looked incredibly primitive for a boy genius himself.
“Oh wow, a table. Nobody thought of that.” Brian said in his monotone voice.
“It’s a platform. Don’t think about it too much, it will serve its purpose. Now, hop on and we can get started, we’re already late for the next batch of the fluid. We don’t have a whole day so chop-chop. You might get a treat after that.”
“There’s never any treat…” Brian pouted, but his short, pointy tail suddenly wagged energetically, his body excited for a snack, even if it was just an empty promise. Still thinking that he was making a huge mistake, the family dog hopped on the cold surface, flopping on his belly. Stewie used the straps, attaching them to the hook in the ceiling, making the table suspended in the air. He used the leather harness on the dog, wrapping them around his round body. Afterward, he locked his friend’s hind legs in place, using other strong ties. Proud of himself, Stewie looked at his creation.
“I don’t know. It looks sexual to me, instead of being medical as you told me. Are you sure you’re doing this the right way? I’m feeling indecently exposed.” Dog said, telling the truth. Indeed, his large, sagging ballsack was in full view, along with the sheath and a small, tight, and dark pink asshole. It was the first time when Stewie could see him so close, every single detail. 
“It’s perfect. After all, I watched professional tapes on this matter. I don’t have a latex suit my size but I guess we can’t have everything. Now, show up that dick of yours, since I can’t find him anywhere.” Stewie commanded.
“It’s not a light switch! I guess you’ll have worked out for it if you need my load. God, this is so embarrassing. Hopefully, nobody will see us in such a position.”
The genius boy ignored his remarks, fixated on giving him enough pleasure so they can finally proceed with the milking process. Having so many various options, looking at a bare anus and a gigantic, heavy ballsack, where each large ball silently begged for attention. Dog’s sheath twitched by itself, getting excited for just being in the open, but it wasn’t enough to fully show its contents.
Stewie took a long whiff of his friend’s powerful scent, taking whole musk and sweat to enter his nostrils, slowly inebriating him, making his already large head feel heavy while getting dizzy with each passing second, smelling him. With tiny hands, he picked the first nut and placed it against his lips, astonished at how massive it was. Finally, the kid extended his tongue, desiring a taste.
“What do you think you’re doing? I thought you were going to give me a pill or something. Damn, you need that jizz, right Stewie?” Thinking that it was so wrong, he somewhat couldn’t get enough strength to stop him verbally, like deep inside he wanted this to happen. He just lay there, waiting with anticipation for the boy’s next move, his tail wagging again.
Not prolonging any further, Stewie hungrily wrapped his lips around the muskiest spot on Brian’s flesh, licking every single drop right off, shocked by its taste. Filled with many unusual feelings kids couldn’t find a name for, kept exploring the dog’s stretched-out scrotum, noticing how heavy both orbs are, letting gravity do its work. Stewie took a deep breath, trying to find proper words for this bizarre situation.
“Oh my. Can’t believe I’ve done that. I must say, Brian, your nuts are not only delicious but also have adequate weight and size. You might be an egotistical liar, but you have fantastic features. I’m tipping my hat to you if I would have one.”
Brian tired of Stewie’s rambling, tried to focus every single fiber of his body on the pleasure he just felt. In just a few moments, something red and thick emerged out of the white-furred sheath, pointed downwards just outside the metal surface. Stewie opened wide his eyes, amazed once more this day by the dog’s remarkable genitals. But instead of starting the procedure, juvenile genius wanted to continue with his initial plan.
“I’ll get into it in a minute. I’ve promised myself to first take care of that warm orifice of yours. I’m pretty sure it calls my name. Just lie still and don’t wiggle. And for the love of God, don’t release any gasses.” Stewie reprimanded the dog before he could even think about doing something so repulsive. The boy inhaled deeply, taking Brian’s pungent smell, smiling to himself. He couldn’t compare this to anything else experienced in his comically short life.
Trying not to look at the throbbing and meaty monstrosity, Stewie lowered the surface just a few inches so he can get better access to Brian’s big asshole. Having only theoretical knowledge, he massaged just a rim of the orifice with both tiny hands, staring deep into the void. He couldn’t get enough of Brian’s pudgy behind, loving every single inch of the full view. 
“You have such an enormous butt. I’m not calling you fat or anything, just amazed by its perfect size. Stop wagging for a moment so I can get better access.” While Brian lay there in complete silence not able to utter any smart-sounding sentence, Stewie returned between the dog’s ass cheeks. He started worshipping his ass, gathering heavy drops of reeking musk, smothering himself with the sweat. Finally, he shoved his entire arm inside Brian, making him gasp in shock.
“How do you like that, Brian? Another thing that I’ve learned online.” The small genius joked about, massaging the dog’s inner muscles, quickly getting close to the prostate, rubbing against it furiously. Stewie was now almost sure that it will work out perfectly, forcing the white canine to produce massive amounts of masculine liquid he truly needs. Hearing a friend’s loud wheezing, Stewie jumped back on the ground.
“All this work made me sweaty and covered in musk. Better get rid of those.” He announced, unbuttoning his overalls, right before removing every single piece of clothing he wore, leaving himself completely bare and ready to take different measures to achieve what he started. Seeing the furiously throbbing cock, dripping clear liquid right onto the floor, he smirked.
“Finally.”
Approaching the excited canine, Stewie began caressing that beefy monstrosity, noticing that the knot itself grew in size. Quite satisfied with how great he was in sexual endeavors, Stewie started stroking Brian’s cock up and down, using both of his feeble arms. Having some difficulties at first, he began milking that gigantic organ, sensing that Brian was already close to the first release. And if his calculations were correct, this time the load should be adequate for his needs. 
“Come on, I know you have a lot more inside those massive balls of yours. And I’ll not let you leave until I get everything.” Stewie said, complimenting his friend at the same time. He knew that feeding the dog’s ego wasn’t the best approach, but it was better than just using him like a piece of meat, which was rather close to what he was currently doing. White furred canine wheezed with a large tongue flopped out of his mouth, swallowing saliva after each moment. The moment of truth was finally here.
Seeing the violent throbbing, Stewie placed the container right at the end of the swollen, pointy tip, hoping it will not overflow the jar. After a long, almost deafening moan, Brian convulsed visibly, holding onto the platform with his front paws. After each powerful twitch, the dog’s shaft poured copious amounts of the most perfect, thick, and achromatic fluid. Seeing the jar getting full within a second, in a slight panic, Stewie poured the contents into the machine, before placing it back on the floor.
“Fuck! Oh, damn. It’s so fricking powerful!” Brian groaned, shocked at how good Stewie was at milking his rigid length. The little genius noticed how the friend’s penis didn’t return to its hiding like it silently begged for more. Not believing his luck, Stewie rubbed his hands together, readying himself for more work. While it might get exhausting, the ultimate goal was getting closer and closer to being achieved.
“Are… are we done? Stewie?” He turned his head, unsure of what was happening on the other side, while the feeling of indecent exposure suddenly returned to him. What if he will taint kids already destroyed little minds? Knowing him, he probably saw much worse things in that brief life of his. 
“Not even remotely. It was orgasm number one. We should be done after four or five.”
“Four or five!? Are you insane?”
“Maybe more.”
Brian’s eyes widened in sheer terror. Feeling exhausted after a single climax, he couldn’t imagine how he will survive the second one, let alone the other ones. After feeling Stewie’s skilled hands once again on Brian’s broad ass, the dog forgot about his deep concerns, believing it will end up well. After all, his friend had a perfect plan, right?
“I always hoped to be in front of such majestic ass. But to think of it, I don’t know why I didn’t think of it earlier, since you’re strolling completely nude in front of everyone in this household, forcing us to look into the Eye of Sauron against our will. Seeing and feeling it so close, I’m no longer terrified of it, but fascinating.”
The dog didn’t know how to react to these unusual compliments. The slightly softened member was at full length again, stiff, pulsating with feral strength. Stewie burrowed his nose into Brian’s asshole, his hands roaming around the aching ballsack. With a firm grasp, the boy genius squeezed one of Brian’s testicles, worshipping its size and weight. After reminding himself about the task at hand, he went back to Brian’s shaft, but this time sliding his tongue along the sweaty ballsack.
“No wonder you’re always looking at that gigantic bone inside any kind of woman you see, as long as she has a pulse.” Stewie joked, thinking about all of those females Brian dated, quite an army. “Now, time for the second climax. I know you can muster the same load as before, maybe an even bigger one.”
Covered in sweat, Brian groaned loudly, unable to control his urges. Knowing it is inevitable, another load built up inside his ground, pumping into the shaft within a second. With eyes closed shut, the dog couldn’t stop himself, but to shoot a copious amount of canine jizz right into the jar. The violently shaking cock kept emptying itself, although not half done yet for today, able to work overtime.
“Alright, we shouldn’t waste any time. Prepare yourself, because it’s coming. Don’t you dare go soft on me, you beast, because I’ll not let it go until this monstrosity shoots blanks.” After emptying another jar into the machine, Stewie was so obsessed with his goal, he placed Brian’s friendship in second place if not lower.
“Please, give me a rest. Just five minutes. Or five hours…” Brian whined, feeling that his body was betraying him, somewhat asking for more. Dog’s meaty pole instead of softening, it seemed to throb even harder, stiff beyond imagination. In complete silence, Stewie kept stroking the shaft with all strength the baby could gather, seeing another drop of cum releasing out of the pointy, painfully swollen tip.
“Oh, God! Let it stop!” Brian moaned, shaking visibly while getting wet from all of this sweat. Still not fully satisfied, Stewie emptied the contents of the jar and looked at the shaking dog who begged for mercy. Noticing how painful it became, the youngest Griffin decided to give Brian a break. Although not the one he hoped for.
“Alright, you can relax. While you’re catching your breath, you can work on these, since they got a bit sore after all this standing. When you’re done, I’ll give you the treat I promised.” Stevie gave him a demonic smile, standing right before the dog’s tired eyes. Brian stared at him in disbelief, seeing his friend pointing at the tiny toes.
“You’re kidding, right? There’s no way I would ever–” but before he could finish that sentence, the baby already shoved his entire foot inside his mouth, forcing him to worship it with his tongue. Seeing no other option, Brian kept sucking on those toes, surprised at how good they tasted. Perhaps salt in that surprisingly tasty sweat was making him ravenous for more.
“The other one as well” Brian sat on his bare butt, raising the other leg. Brian sighed, manipulated into pleasuring the baby genius himself. Glaring daggers at him, the dog somewhat worshipped the cute tiny toes, moaning in the process. His meaty, rough tongue swirled around mini limbs, grateful that he wasn’t milked, at least for now.
“That’s enough. Now, for your treat.” Stewie chuckled, considering jerking him off again, but even he wasn’t that evil. He will do that later. Getting behind Brian once more, he caressed his left hind paw, massaging the so-called beans thoroughly. The baby made sure that every single inch of that paw was rubbed with care, glorified in the process, just how it deserved. Brian sighed in relief, enjoying the massage, truly thinking that Stewie was good at this.
After letting go of the first paw, Stewie started worshipping the other one, eyeing the softening organ right next to the sagging ballsack. Getting a bit worn out and slightly bored, Stewie thought to himself that his friend got enough leniency. Putting a devilish smirk on his face, baby placed emptied jar right below Brian. Hearing the noise, the dog turned his head, gasping in fear.
“What was that? Don’t you dare come any closer to my dick, Steward!”
Stewie didn’t even reply, already rubbing the semi-hard penis. The tired muscle had enough for today. but the small genius promised at least two more loads. Forgetting about Brian’s comfort, he squeezed that shaft around the base, wrapping both hands around the aching, bloated beyond proportions knot. It was enough for the dog to violently orgasm once more, filling yet another jar. He didn’t know where all this fluid was exactly coming from, being so completely illogical.
“And another one.” Stewie hummed to himself, placing an empty container under the stinging and exhausted muscle. The baby smothered himself with the sweaty scrotum, which kept moving up and down after surges of different temperatures, once sagging close to the floor to retreating next to Brian’s ass. Soon enough, the fifth climax made the canine lose his breath, while the mixture of pain and questionable pleasure kept flowing through his dehydrated body.
Getting a weird excitement out of all of this, Stewie felt a somewhat unusual tingling in his abdomen. Not able to answer this phenomenon, the baby felt the sudden urge to stick his tiny member inside somewhere, no matter how illogical that was. Seeing the perfect, round, and deep orifice, Stewie climbed Brian’s ass, letting his instincts do the work.
“No, Stewie. What in the hell do you think you’re doing?” Close to losing consciousness, the white canine knew he couldn’t stop this madness. After a second of guiding, the baby genius who suddenly lost his mind ravaged the dog’s already-used asshole. Thinking this is all a dream, a dark nightmare, Brian only lay there and took it, like a mere sex toy. But no matter how strange that was, it worked. The completely exhausted muscle released one final load into the jar. Or at least Brian hoped so.
“Number six! We’re done here.” Not able to do anything else with that baby member, Brian jumped back onto the floor like he had the best sexual intercourse in his infant life. Stewie removed all the straps, releasing the wet harness from Brian’s truly worn-out body. He expected that the practically lifeless body of the dog would just slump onto the ground. The baby looked into Brian’s empty eyes, fearing the worst. Out of a sudden, a furious dog stared at the captor with flaming orbs, ready to pounce.
“Down boy. Down I say!” Stewie jumped backward, hitting the wall behind him. Brian, acting like a rabid dog, jumped right onto him. While the aching and hurt dick looked like it couldn’t be used anymore, it miraculously stiffened for yet another time. Growling like a ravenous wolf, Brian position himself right above the crawling for his dear life Stewie. Not even trying to adjust, the dog slammed its whole length into the tiny orifice, ravaging the incredibly tight tunnel.
Forgetting about all of the pain in the process, the canine just wanted his revenge. The hurting scrotum kept hitting Stewie’s perfectly smoothed buttocks. Brian lay there right on top of Stewie, wheezing loudly right into his ear, the long canine tongue touching the baby’s neck. Stewie grunted, not able to escape from his clutch, although trying to somehow use his brain when his brawn was lacking.
“I didn’t know you’re more raging homosexual than I am, you stupid mutt. Stop it this instant!” He knew it was like talking to a typical dog, instead of the somewhat intelligent one he knew for so long. He didn’t admit how much he loved that throbbing shaft, so deep inside his tiny asshole. The giant amount of salty and wet sweat rained down upon him, soaking his body with it. The fat knows itself kept pounding against the entrance, still trying to get it. But it only took several seconds before Brian released this time a truly final load, filling baby’s asshole to the brim. Stewie couldn’t do anything else but gasp in shock.
“Number seven. Enjoy it!” Brian stood up, looking all proud and smug, before collapsing on the floor.