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>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

>Brad was sleeping off his erection when he heard a moan coming from down the hall.
>"Brad…" a voice called, "I need your help…"
>Brad looked over at the clock.
>It had only been 20 minutes since his impromptu blowjob
"What could she need now?" thought Brad as he swung his legs off the couch.
>He walked groggily towards her room.
>The moans grew louder as he approached the entrance to her room.
>Unsure of what he would find, he opened the door and stepped inside.

>"Brad…" she groaned, "It hurts…Make it stop…"
>Sweetie's face was contorted in pain and her body twitched violently.
>Her hands cradled her breasts.
>They appeared  swollen, her nipples were a dark red shade.
>Blue streaks snaked around her breasts, throbbing as blood was forced through them.
>Brad squinted and swore he saw beads of a white fluid trailing off of her pale skin.
"Sweetie," Brad knelt beside her, "What's wrong?
>"My chest," she cried, "It hurts…"
>Sweetie let out a cry, which was abnormally cute.
"What hurts Sweetie?" 
>She blushed and pointed at her chest.
"Ohhh," thought Brad, "Twilight told me about this. Must be the lactose buildup."
"It's okay Sweetie," Brad said, "I'll make it all better."
>Brad leaned down and gave her a kiss on the forehead before leaning down to her chest.

>Brad breathed deeply, trying to work out his thoughts.
"It's not sexual," he thought, "Just keep calm and help her out."
>Brad clasped his hands around Sweetie's breast, a light moan escaping her lips.
>His hands fit around her tits like they were doorknobs.
>He slowly compressed the base of her breasts before slowly dragging his hand upward.
>"Oooh~" Sweetie sighed, waves of pleasure coursing through her.
"It's okay, Sweetie," he said, "Just relax."
>He swiveled his hands around the top of her boobs, gracing his hand delicately over her nipple.
>He moved his hands only slightly faster, squeezing her breasts between his hands.
>Brad began to notice the small white drops growing in size when his hands neared the top.
>Her nipples stood high, begging for something to tend to them.
>Brad leaned his head downward, bringing his lips to her nipple.
>Sweetie screamed as Brad sucked on her teat.
>"Brad," she cried, "That hurts so much…please…"
"It'll help you Sweetie, I promise."
>Brad opened his lips and took nearly half the breast in his mouth.
>Sweetie began to moan, a mixture of pleasure and pain.
>"Brad," she groaned, "I feel something moving…"
>Brad looked at her with some confusion.
"There's no way she's cumming already," he thought.
>"It's coming out…" she cried.
>Brad was shocked to feel a warm splash of fluid wash over his tongue.
>The fluid was warm, almost body temperature, and was somewhat viscous.
>It tasted incredibly sweet, a mixture of sugar and cinnamon.
>Brad was lost in ecstasy, his lips forcing as much fluid out of her as possible.
>"Oh Brad," she smiled, "That feels…so much better…"
>Brad wasn't quite done. He shifted his mouth to her other nipple and sucked hard.
>He squeezed rapidly, trying to coax the ambrosia from her body.
>He was breastfeeding, drinking her milk like a greedy infant.
>It wasn't long before Sweetie sprayed her lactate into Brad's mouth.
"God damn,"Brad thought, "This tastes amazing."
>Brad drank until her breasts shrunk about an inch.
>Her reluctantly took his mouth off of her with an audible pop.
>Sweetie lay there, her face lost in bliss.
>"Brad…" she panted, "I feel so much better now. But, what just happened?"
"You lactated, Sweetie," Brad said, licking his lips, "Perfectly natural."
>"It felt so weird…like I was feeding you…"
>Sweetie was right. It did feel weird. He had essentially drank Sweetie's milk, greedily extracting it from her like a newborn.
"Yeah," Brad rubbed the back of his head, "Feel better now?"
>"Mmhmm," she yawned, "Can I get some sleep Brad? I feel so tired…"
"Sure thing, kiddo," Brad said, turning off her light.
>"Good night, Brad," she sighed.
"Night," he said, closing the door.

>Brad felt incredible. 
>He had just played with Sweetie's breasts, which is a gift in its own right, but he had also drank her milk.
>Sure it was a bit creepy, but it tasted so damn good.
>The more he thought about it, the harder his cock grew.
>He needed something more. One last thing before his mind was at rest.
>He would give her a half hour. Half an hour before he made his next move.

>It was the longest thirty minutes of Brad's life.
>When the clock struck nine, he sprung off the couch and practically ran to Sweetie's room.
>Brad exhaled and prepared himself.
>He opened the door as quietly as possible, leaving Sweetie undisturbed in her sleep.
>He looked at Sweetie with lust in his eyes, staring at her supine form.
>Brad grabbed the blanket and slowly moved it down, passing her breasts, passing her distended womb, and finally passing over her legs.
>Brad stepped back to admire her bare body.
>Even in the dark her white skin stood out dramatically.
>Her tight, somewhat swollen breasts bounced as she reacted to the cold.
>Her womb hung off her side, cradled by the mattress.
>Her slender white legs traced a path to her nethers, a small pink slit on her pale canvas.
>Brad's cock grew larger as he stared at her folds, the center of pleasure and the origin of life.
>She was lying on left side, the proper sleeping position for pregnancy.
>She was in the perfect position to be the little spoon.
>Brad stripped down to his birthday suit, freeing his erection as it pointed straight for Sweetie.
>Brad sighed as he grabbed the blanket and slipped behind Sweetie.
>He pulled the blanket over them, hiding their bodies.
>He slipped his hand to Sweetie's crotch, feeling a dry pair of lips.
>Brad wanted to get the night over with, so he took no time in fingering her.
>He rubbed his hand across her slit, progressively getting faster as her pussy lubricated itself.
>Brad heard Sweetie moan softly as he massaged her clit.
>He took his two middle fingers and eased inside her.
>Her pussy was incredibly small; Brad had to force his fingers inside.
>Her walls latched tightly to his digits, sucking them inside.
>Brad's fingers started to ache as her pussy lips loosened.
>It was much easier to finger her now, although she was still very tight.
>Brad went slow to prevent Sweetie from waking up.
>He removed his fingers from her pussy, dripping and slimy from their adventure in the cave.
>Brad decided that she was ready for him.
>He grabbed her right leg, lifting it to provide him easier access.
>He wriggled his hips closer to her's, his groin pressing against her small buttocks.
>He pressed his body close to her, his breath cascading over her neck.
>Her pussy recoiled slightly as his cock prodded her lips.
>Brad inhaled, curling his other hand around her breast.
>He moved his hips forward as he penetrated her.
>Her body recoiled and she whimpered as Brad forced his way through her canal.
>There was no hymen this time around, but her pussy seemed to resist his intrusion.
>Her walls tightly constricted his cock, trying to force his cock back out.
>Brad was too strong for the contractions to do much as he bottomed out.
>His tip pressed against her cervix, the entrance to her womb.
>Brad's cock was inches from his own child, dangerously close to it's origin.
>Brad was worried about entering the womb, but remembered what Twilight had said.
>"The fetus is protected from penetration by the amniotic sac."
>Reassured, Brad dragged his cock back along her folds and thrust back inside.

>Brad went slowly, easing himself inside and out.
>Sweetie stirred, moving her boy slightly to the side.
>Brad's movements rippled through Sweetie, shifting her forward with each thrust.
>He slid his hand under Sweetie, cradling her stomach.
>He traced his hand across her womb, gliding along her globe of life.
>Brad felt his child kick, fighting to protect its mother from the intruder.
>Brad wondered if his child knew it was him.
>He wondered whether or not it knew that he was ravishing her mother's body, taking her against her will.
>If Sweetie didn't accept the assault, than her body was lying to her.
>Her pussy pulsated against Brad's cock, massaging his shaft as he pushed.
>Her cervix tightened, determined to prevent anything from reaching the baby.
>Brad was upset when he felt his climax approaching.
>Sweetie's body was showing the early signs of orgasm.
>Her abs were so distended that Brad hardly noticed her stomach contracting.
>Her breasts started to expand ever so slightly, beads of milk pooling on her nipples.
>Brad focused, trying to remember everything he had read.
>All he could think of was the word oxycotin, and that it had something to do with orgasm.
>Brad felt a large well of pleasure under his stomach, a wave of electricity spreading to his limbs.
>Brad started to move faster, careful not to slam his hips into Sweetie.
>Her womb swung back and forth, sloshing the fetus around her uterus.
>Without any sort of warning, Brad felt Sweetie melt between his fingers.
>Sweetie's orgasm was light; she hardly stirred as her vaginal muscles contracted.
>Her breasts leaked of milk, much less than when Brad had tended to her.
>Brad shook his head. It was a waste of milk.
>Brad felt her walls pulsate, waves of muscle rippling up his cock.
>Brad couldn't hold back any longer. He pushed against her cervix as he came.
>Cum rocketed from his cock, swirling around her cervix.
>Brad's groin contracted, pumping continuous loads of semen into Sweetie's tunnel.
>He felt his cum pooling up inside, running up past his shaft.
>He moaned as Sweetie's pussy milked him, just as he had half an hour before.
>He felt himself go flaccid as her pulled himself out.
>Cum dribbled onto her left leg and down to the mattress.
>Brad lay there, panting heavily, listening to Sweetie's own heavy breathing.
>He could hear her heart beating quickly.
>He brought his ear to her bare stomach.
>He heard a series of tiny thumps. They seemed to match Sweetie's.

>Brad put his clothes back on and covered Sweetie with the blanket.
>He gave her a quick peck on the cheek.
>He left the room and went downstairs.
>He went to the thermostat and turned up the temperature.
"There," he said, "That should make the cum liquefy faster."
>Brad was incredibly thankful for Brad's tutoring, even if it was for nefarious means.
>His mind and body finally at rest, Brad looked at the clock.
>Rarity was still an hour away.
>He lay on the couch to watch some TV, but his hormones caught up with him, passing him into sleep.

>He was awoken by Rarity nudging him awake.
>"Hey Brad," she said, "Thanks for all your help. You can go now."
"No problem, Rarara," he laughed, "Anytime."
>"Do you think you could watch her next week?"
Brad smiled, "Sure thing."
>"Maybe you could watch the other girls too! You seem so good with her."
"I know what you mean," he said, "Sweetie was so much more affectionate today."
>"Well I'm sure she'll be happy to see you next week, Brad," she smiled, "I'll call you next time I need you."
"Alright, just one thing."
>"Oh?"
"Don't call me so early next time. A man needs his sleep."
>"I promise," she laughed, "Now run along home. You've been a big help."
>Brad waved goodbye as he went out to his car.
>He went back home with the events of that night in his mind.
>He had tricked Sweetie into sex, and she trusted him every minute.
>Brad reveled in his victory that night.

>Oddly enough, Brad tried to replicate the taste of Sweetie's milk, but only came close.
>He heated up a glass of milk with sugar and cinnamon added to it.
"Close," he said, "but it's just not the same."
>Brad shrugged and drank it constantly.

>Twilight wondered why every lunch period he added a packet of sugar and a pinch of cinnamon to his milk. 

>She decided not to question him.