Milking it for All It's Worth (Part 1)

>Brad woke up Sunday morning to his phone blaring in his ear.

"What the hell," Brad said, "Do she have a fetish for calling me at 7 AM?"

>Brad groped at the air above his nightstand, hoping to silence the irritating tone.

>After knocking over almost everything off the dresser, including his My Little Pet Shop toys, he snatched the phone and brought it to his face.

>INCOMING CALL FROM RARITY

"Oh Christ," Brad said, "What now?"

>Brad pushed the talk button and stuck the phone net to his ear.

>He moaned out a groggy "Hello"

>"Hey Brad!" Rarity wasn't that loud, but to Brad it felt like a foghorn had gone off.

"Hi," he sighed.

>"Sorry to bother you," she said, "But I need somebody to tend to Sweetie Belle."

"Oh," Brad said, "Again?"

>"Oh come now Brad," she whined, "You're so kind to her. She loves having you over."

"But she's such a pain to take care off," Brad said, "Everything needs to be just so with her."

>"She's pregnant, Brad," Rarity said flatly, "We've been over this. She is going through an extremely tough time in her life, and no one has shown any support besides you."

"I'll be paying a different kind of support soon," Brad thought.

"I suppose you're right. When do I need to be there?"

>"Seven o'clock tonight. I need to get my weekly facial and no one will be home."

"Not even your parents?"

>"They've gone on a cruise. They never invite me to go on a cruise with them," she grunted.

"I'll be there tonight, Rarara."

>"Why does everyone call me that?"

>Brad didn't get a chance to answer as he heard the phone hang up.

>Brad sat back on his bed, his night taken up once again by Sweetie Belle.

>Granted it was his fault, if it wasn't for that night at the prom he would never have to watch it.

>He didn't have a lot of experience with pregnant women, especially ones whose reproductive organs had just developed.

>He needed some help on the subject.

>He pulled out his phone and dialed Twi's number.

>After a single ring a tinny voice called to him.

>"Hello?"

"Hey Twi."

>"Oh hey!" she said, "What's up?"

"Do you think we could pull a quick study session today? Maybe after lunch?"

>"Sure thing, Brad," she quipped, "What do you need help with?"

"I was hoping you'd be able to tutor me on the reproductive system…you know…for health class."

>Twilight laughed, "Of course I can. Why do you want to know?"

"The whole system just fascinates me," Brad lied, "I wanted to know how it all works. Conception, I mean."

>"Alrighty then," Twilight said, a slight tone of suspicion in her voice, "Meet me at the Spaghetti Kon restaurant at 1 PM. I'll teach you there."

"Thanks Twi, you're the best,"

>Brad hung up the phone and turned on his Xbox.

"I wonder if Norman's online," he said, "Maybe he'll play some Kill Confirmed with me."

>Brad checked his friends list and was happy to see Norman's gamertag pop up.

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>Brad had a few hours until lunch time. He wanted to put tonight out of his mind for now.

 

>:Lunchtime was awkward as shit

>Brad fumbled about, asking question after question about the female reproductive system, almost to the point of creepiness.

"What's that thing?"

>"That's the uterus, Brad. It's where the fetus grows."

"What's that thing?"

>"That's the cervix, it's the entrance to the uterus."

>Regardless, Brad absorbed all the information he was presented.

>He started to realize how complicated the female system was.

>It had more parts than Final Fantasy had sequels.

>All the male system had was a tube attached to a pair of glands.

>Brad went back home knowing every nook and cranny of a woman's equipment.

>He even knew all the biophysical processes that come with pregnancy and how the woman's body is essentially leeched off of for nine months.

"It's great to be a guy," Brad joked.

>He rolled off his bed and looked at the clock.

>4 PM

>Three hours, that was all he had left of his weekend.

>He rolled back over on his side to fetch his laptop from beside his bed.

>He opened it and navigated to /gif/.

>He didn't masturbate to it, but instead just watched.

>He came across a flashing thread and swore he saw Pinkie's perky tits staring back at him.

 

>After three hours he gathered his clothes and left, locking the front door behind him.

>He threw his bag in the car and drove off for Sweetie's house.

>He had brought his laptop in case he had some free time to himself.

>Brad didn't masturbate often, but his libido had been unusually high that month.

>He had been having flashbacks of the night of the prom, most of which shamefully aroused him.

>Lost in thought, Brad hardly noticed that he had arrived at her house until something rapped at his window.

>Brad rolled down his window and was greeted with a bright white face.

>"Bye Brad!" she said, "Sweetie's favorite snack are marshmallows, and her TUMS are in the fridge."

"Okay, okay," Brad said, waving his hand dismissively, "Relax, I've done this before."

>Brad left the car and made his way towards the house.

>He turned to wave goodbye to Rarity as she sped away.

>Brad opened the door and shouted across the house.

"Hello?" he yelled, "Anyone home?"

>No response.

"Hellooooo?" Brad shouted louder this time.

>"Hello?" a small voice called out to him from upstairs.

>Brad raced upstairs with a smile.

>He opened the door to Sweetie's bedroom, and smiled at the sight.

 

>There Sweetie was, lying supine on her bed.

>Her blanket covered her body, draping over her sides like a curtain.

>Brad couldn't help but stare at her.

>She was tiny, barely big enough to fit her bed, and yet she seemed off.

>Sweetie's hands lied on her stomach, distended like a balloon.

>Her stomach bulged from the bed, pulling the small blanket up with it.

>Brad looked up from her body to see two green eyes staring at him from a pale face.

>"Hey Brad," she said weakly.

"Hey," he replied, "How've you been kiddo?"

>"Good, I keep getting tired so quickly though."

"Must be the child," he thought, "It's stealing her energy.

>"Come here, Brad," she said, "I want to show you something!"

>Brad obeyed her and walked towards her side.

>Sweetie leaned towards him and whispered to him.

>"I can feel him moving!" Sweetie rubbed her stomach as Brad looked down.

>"Go on, put your ear against it!"

>Brad leaned down, pressing his ear against the blanket.

>Sweetie's sloping stomach throbbed, pulsing as the fetus kicked.

>Brad listened to the child, his child, gently rapping the sides of Sweetie's womb.

>It seemed eager to get out.

>It wanted to see his parents, stirring and thrashing inside her.

>"Isn't it adorable?" Sweetie smiled.

"Yes," Brad said, "Yes it is."

>Sweetie avoided the elephant in the room, as did Brad.

>"My stomach is so big," Sweetie said, "Everything is growing."

>Brad looked at her in confusion.

"Everything? Growing? What do you mean?"

>"Well, it's a little embarassing…" Sweetie blushed, "Promise not to laugh at me?"

"I won't, Sweetie," Brad said, "I promise."

>Sweetie nodded and grabbed her blanket.

>She pushed her sheets down, past her neck and stopping just above her groin.

>Brad stared at the presentation before him.

 

>Her stomach was round, extended far past what it looked was possible.

>Her belly button pushed outward ever so slightly, a cute little button on top of her stomach.

>Brad's attention was more immediately placed on Sweetie's chest.

>Her breasts were no longer flat like before; they were much larger.

>They had grown to B-cups, not much, but an incredulous size for such a small body.

>They looked like balloons, ready to burst, as the jiggled innocently.

"Wow, Sweetie," he said, rubbing his neck, "You weren't kidding about growth."

>"Why are they doing this, Brad?" she asked innocently.

"They're just getting ready for the baby, Sweetie," Brad said, remembering his lesson with Twilight, "They're producing lactose."

>"Oh, okay," Sweetie said. She held her hand to her mouth as she yawned.

>"Hey Brad, would you please get me a Coke? It helps me stay awake."

>Brad smiled and nodded.

>Covering Sweetie back up, Brad turned and went to the kitchen.

"Damn! She's even hotter than before!" Brad thought as he grabbed a Coke bottle from the fridge.

>He entered Sweetie's room to find her almost completely asleep.

"Hey Sweetie," Brad cooed, "I got your Coke!"

>Sweetie looked up at him and greedily took the bottle from him.

>She took a sip as she looked up at Brad.

>She noticed a distinct bulge in his pants.

 

>"Hey Brad," she said, "What's that?"

>She pointed at his crotch. Brad looked down and started to sweat.

"Well, Sweetie," he said, "Rarity said to give you some medication…to help the baby grow. I'm keeping it in my pocket."

>"Really? That's kinda strange," she laughed, "I didn't know there was medicine for that."

"Yeah, brand new…"

>"What kind of medicine is it?"

"Oral," Brad said, a borderline Freudian slip.

>"Aw," she said, "I hate that kind. I like pills more."

"Don't worry Sweetie, it's not–"

>Brad stopped short when he saw Sweetie's eyes shut tight, her mouth hanging open.

"Um, Sweetie?" he asked, "What are you doing?"

>"You said it was oral," she said, "Come on. let's just get it over with."

>Brad's boner intensified as he stared at Sweetie.

>She was practically asking for it, her mouth open, eyes shut.

"Um, okay Sweetie," Brad stepped closer and took off his pants.

>Brad's cock twitched just in front of her mouth.

"Sweetie," he said, "this medicine has a special tube to drink from. You have to suck it out. Keep your eyes closed too."

>Sweetie nodded innocently, opening her mouth wider.

>Brad guided his cock into Sweetie's mouth, her lips wrapping around it as he pushed.

 

>Brad jerked as Sweetie obediently sucked.

>She took the instruction literally, sucking Brad's shaft like a straw.

>Brad kept from moaning as he moved his hips back and forth.

>Sweetie's tongue cradled and curled around his dick, trying to coax the fluid out.

"Deeper, Sweetie," he said, half moaning and half with instruction, "It makes the medicine come faster."

>Sweetie nodded and moved her head deeper further down his shaft, his dickhead gracing her palette.

>Brad cupped Sweetie's head in his hands as he throatfucked her.

>It felt incredible, her mouth was so small that his cock stretched her lips.

>Sweetie kept her eyes shut the whole time, never knowing what was being forced in and out of her mouth.

"Sweetie," Brad moaned, "The medicine…is cumming soon. Go faster."

>Sweetie thrust her own head back and forth, eager to drink the "medicine".

>Brad was in a world of pleasure.

>He was making a girl suck him off, and she didn't doubt him for a second.

>Brad leaned his head back and thrust as fast as he could.

"Here it comes, Sweetie–"

>Brad hardly managed to get out those words as he came.

>Brad shot into Sweetie's throat, hot strands of ejaculate splashing inside her mouth,

>Sweetie winced a bit at the heat as his cock pulsated.

>To make matters worse, Sweetie was sucking the tip with full force, milking Brad for every drop.

>Brad breathed deeply as his cock grew flaccid.

>It slipped out of Sweetie's mouth as she swallowed.

>"That medicine tasted funny," she said, "It was really hot, too."

>Brad quickly put his pants back on and stroked her hair.

"Yeah, it's a little odd," he lied, "but it will make the baby grow. I promise."

>He gave Sweetie a quick peck on the cheek and left her to sleep.

>All Brad could think about was what had just happened.

>He had had the best blowjob of his life, and he had tricked Sweetie to do it!

>Images of her breasts flashed inside his mind, coupled with the scenes of oral sex made him hard again.

>He had to go back later.

>He had to finish.

 

END OF PART 1