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- >Rarity drops off Sweetie, who runs inside and takes her stuff to your guest bedroom.
- >She thanks you profusely for watching her little sister for the week.
- >hands over a bag of groceries and various toiletries
- >"oh, and if she asks for help with her... exercises, just play along and do what she asks. I certainly don't approve, but father says it's good for her to have a hobby and mother just seems to think it's cute."
- >"it has done wonders for her self-esteem, I suppose. Do take her shopping if she needs, but she's supposed to be buying product with her own money."
- >before you can ask what the hell she's talking about, Rarity is already leaving.
- >you wish her a nice trip and take the groceries to the kitchen
- >thank fuck Rarity thought to bring some food, otherwise the poor kid would be eating hot dogs and beans all week
- >there's pasta, veggies, milk, all sorts of stuff
- >what the hell?
- "Yo, Sweetie! What's the deal with this flaxseed oil? Am I supposed to cook with this or what?"
- >"That's for me, I'll take it!"
- >fucking kids and their oil, these days
- "Uh, sure. Anyway, I'm going to start cooking dinner. Spaghetti alright?"
- >"sure! I'll be right back!"
- >she grabs her oil and scampers off
- >time to get your cook on
- >you remember how to make things that don't involve the microwave, right?
- >it's a good twenty minutes before she's back from whatever she was doing
- >just in time for dinner, at least
- >the two of you share some idle chit-chat over the meal
- >which is mostly just Sweetie complaining about how Rarity never lets her do anything fun
- >"and she keeps trying to get me to wear bras! Like, I get that clothing is her thing, but no way am I keeping these things all strapped down!"
- >She wiggles a big, trying to show off her (mostly) flat chest
- >you just nod along, trying to figure out how you're supposed to keep her entertained.
- >"besides, why would I want to wear some dumb lacy bra when my milk starts coming in? I'd just ruin it anyway."
- >what in the actual fuck is she talking about?
- >at least she helps with the dishes
- >after dinner, you figure you'll put on a movie to keep her busy
- >maybe a nice, wholesome action flick.
- >Perfect! Terminator 2, a hundred and thirty-something minutes of thrilling robot action!
- >that'll hold her all the way through to bedtime
- >thankfully, she's actually in to it
- >it's about half way through the movie when her watch chirps
- >"Oh! Mind pausing it for a sec?"
- >whatever, it's that boring part in the desert, anyway.
- >she runs off, returning a moment later with a towel and the bottle of oil.
- >"Hey anon, you've got pretty big hands, wanna help me with something?"
- >you think this is almost certainly a bad idea as you resume the movie
- "sure, what's up?"
- >she pops off her shirt and climbs in your lap
- >what the fuck
- >"can you massage my breasts for me? Just fifteen minutes or so!"
- >Rarity's encouragement to "play along" echoes in your head
- >their family always was a bit out there
- >what the hell, might as well go for it
- >in an insane world, it was the only sane choice.
- >whatever, it's going to be a long week if you can't keep her happy
- >might as well oil up and give it your best, right?
- >she shivers a bit at your apparently cold hands, but otherwise manages to sit still
- >you start with a gentle touch, but she whines and tell you to really get after it
- >fuck it, she wants you manhandle her? You can manhandle her.
- >god, her skin is so soft
- >her nipples poke out ever so delicately
- >and here you are, pawing and squeezing like a goddamn animal
- >there's not much there, just a bit of extra padding, but you're working it and she seems to appreciate it
- >soon enough, she hops off your lap and towels herself dry
- >"Thanks, anon! You're way better than Scootaloo, but we'll need to work on your technique."
- >this fucking kid
- >at least she settles down and gets back in to the movie
- >leaving you to sit and think about how you're totally going to hell for this
- >the next morning, you're munching on breakfast when she comes running in.
- >"ohmygosh ohmygosh ohmygosh, look! I grew so much last night! You're totally going to have to do all my massages from now on! I never grew this much on my own!"
- >she's got on a tank-top and sure enough, it's a bit more filled out than it was last night.
- "that's very nice, Sweetie. Are you really sure we should be doing that, though?"
- >"of course! I've been trying for weeks to get bigger boobs. Looks like you're my key to success!"
- >she punctuates this by taking a long pull of milk straight from the carton
- >well, you can't rag on someone for pursuing their dreams, right?
- >"so come on, it's time for my morning session!"
- >she practically pulls you out of the chair and on to the sofa.
- >if Sweetie wants you to grow her boobs, then by God, you are going to grow her boobs.
- >while last time you pretty much just had free reign to mash at her chest, this time she's she's intent on making you do it right
- >you even remembered to your hands nice and warm for her
- >so now you're basically letting her guide your hands in concentric circles, working from the outside on
- >you give her now-puffy nipples a light tease before she whines and forces your hands against her chest
- >fine, you'll give her a good kneading
- >with a "thanks! I'm gonna go take a shower now!" she pops up and leaves you alone and bewildered
- >you had hardly even gotten started, had it you really been at it fifteen minutes?
- >A few minutes later, she walks in wearing a pair of board shorts and a bikini top
- >"it's so nice out, can we go to the pool today? At least for a little while?"
- >you agree, thinking it'll be good to get her out of the house
- >it's not like you had anything else planned, anyway
- >so you walk her down to the pool, send her off, grab a deckchair, put on your headphones and take a nap in the sun
- >you awaken to hear a chirping watch and Sweetie poking your shoulder
- >oh come on, she doesn't really expect you do to this in public, does she?
- >the look on her face assures you that she does
- >rather than get yourself arrested, you lead her to the unisex restroom between the locker rooms
- >with the door firmly locked, you take a seat on the toilet and get to work
- >your moment of semi-public indecency complete, you send Sweetie back out to swim and return to your nap
- >you're not sure how long it lasts, but soon enough some jackass kid splashes you awake
- >since it looks like you're starting to burn, you figure that's enough
- "Hey Sweetie Belle! Come get your stuff, it's time to go"
- >"Aww, alright."
- >watching her climb the ladder out is something else
- >she is undoubtedly starting to fill out
- >watching the water cascade down her body only emphasizes the effect
- >you lecherous fuck
- "Go get showered off, and think about where you want to go for lunch"
- >"Milkshakes! Where can we go that has milkshakes?"
- "There's a burger place nearby, we'll go there."
- >"Awesome! Be right back!"
- >the burgers are good
- >the shakes are good
- >the fries are good
- >and goddamn this girl can pack down a meal
- >at least she's getting your money's worth of the unlimited fries
- >you're not really sure how someone her size can down a double burger with egg, bacon & all the trimmings while still finishing a shake and lord knows how many baskets of fries
- >but this girl can fucking eat
- >sure, she did skip breakfast and had an active morning
- >but what the heck
- >with the cutest little burp she announces she's finally had enough
- >so you settle out and head back home
- >you're cutting through a park when you hear that faithful chirp of her watch
- >you take a quick look around, but there's no bathroom in sight
- "Not now, Sweetie. You'll have to wait until we get home."
- >she looks like you just drowned a kitten
- >"b-but..."
- "oh come on"
- >"please? there's no one around"
- >you are kind of tired from the walk, it would be nice to have a seat for a bit
- >and you haven't seen anyone else for a while
- >oh whatever
- "fine, geez."
- >with a jump and a cheer, she gives you a hug and leads you over to a bench
- >as usual, she's got her top off and she's in your lap as she pulls the flaxseed bottle out of her bag
- >yup, definitely going to hell for this
- >prison too, probably
- >whatever, it's worth it to see her smile, right?
- >you're a few minutes in to a trance-like state of kneading and massaging when you feel it
- >there's something different about the oil
- >well, not the oil itself
- >it's like it's polluted with something, more watery than usual
- >you write it off and go back to work
- >eventually you give each one a firm squeeze, and shoo her off
- >enough is enough, empty park or not you're still in public in the middle of the afternoon
- >at least she seems satisfied as she towels off and gets dressed
- >you're back at your place
- >she was going to get changed, but but apparently she only got as far as taking off her shirt
- >"Anon! Look!"
- >she's cupping her bikini top, it's clearly more full than it was, even when you were leaving the pool
- "I know, Sweetie. You're getting pretty big."
- >"no, not that... but I totally am, right? But look, wet spots! My milk's starting to come in!"
- >...
- >you're pretty sure a teenager should not be producing milk
- "uh, is that supposed to be happening?"
- >"Sure is! My book says that happens when you rub them enough, even if you're not preggers."
- >thank fuck, apparently that's a thing?
- >"Can you take me to Zecora's shop?"
- >Why does she want to go visit that weird lady that lives outside of town?
- >Surely no good will come of this
- "Yeah, alright. Go get dressed, we'll leave in a minute."
- >"Ah, Sweetie Belle, my diminutive friend. How goes your quest to enlarge your front end?"
- >As if Zecora couldn't see her cleavage
- >Pretty sure she should not have that kind of cleavage at her age.
- >Of course, when you're standing six foot six with your own set melons your perspective might be a bit off.
- >"It's going great! I finally started milking, do you still have that pump I was asking about?"
- >"This enchanted pump should do quite fine, and it can be yours for merely nineteen ninety nine."
- >Sweetie pulls out a wad of cash and counts it out
- >"Oh, and some more flaxseed oil too, I've almost finished that last bottle."
- >"Sure! For free, I'll include a serum of aloe vera. On chapped or sore nipples, it's good to smear-a"
- >"Ooh, thanks! You're the best!"
- >The amazonian shopkeep simply smiles and nods as she bags up the purchases.
- >Ever bubbly, Sweetie practically skips towards the door.
- >You take a moment to lean in ask Zecora what she thinks.
- "Hey, between you and me, don't you think it's a little odd for her to be so... enthusiastic about her tits?"
- >"The dreams of others, I do not judge. What's poison to a dog, is to you: free fudge."
- >you think on that for a moment, before realizing she's holding out a plate of fudge bars
- "huh, thanks!"
- >another smile and nod sets you at ease
- >the delicious chocolate helps too
- >there's something to it, maybe a bit of cayenne?
- >that, and something else that's hard to place
- >whatever, looks like Sweetie's at the car and eager to get home.
- >with a final wave, you're off
- "A milk pump, huh? You've really going at this, aren't you?"
- >"Yup! Once I get going with this thing, I'll really start seeing some gains!"
- "And just how big are you planning to get, anyway?"
- >"I dunno yet, but I'll know it when I see it!"
- "Right, and you're not worried about overdoing it, like, at all?"
- >"Nope!"
- >Well then, what's the worst that could possibly happen?
- >You figured she'd start pumping as soon you were home, but apparently it's time for her yoga routine
- >she says it's to keep her back strong
- >which is fine by you, you've got a date with your couch
- >maybe there you'll figure out why your body is so goddamn heavy
- >and why you feel so light
- >oh goddamn it Zecora
- >you forgot she also runs a dispensary
- >must have been "medicated" fudge, because you're clearly high as fuck
- >between the new-age soundtrack, the weed and the little show Sweetie Belle has decided to put on in your living room, you're feeling pretty good
- >she's looking pretty good too
- >considering in the span of a day she's gone basically flat to carrying around a couple of apples on her chest
- >and oh what a pair they are
- >a familiar chirp brings you (slightly) back to reality
- "Let me guess, you want me to pump you now?"
- >"Not exactly"
- >the predatory look on her face might concern you, if you weren't the epitome of relaxation right now
- >wait, why's she straddling you like that
- >oh come the fuck on
- >really
- >shirt's off, she's lowering her bosom to your face
- >is this what's happening?
- >"Go on, drink up."
- >yes, this is what's happening
- >she guides your head in and you instinctively latch on to a nipple
- >a lusciously salty-sweet nipple
- >that's not just sweat, that's milk
- >there's not much, it's more of a dribble than a flow, but that's milk
- >"mmmm, that feels so good!"
- >she giggles as you give the nipple a lick, trying to coax out the meager flow
- >evidently, she can tell when she's running dry, as she pulls back and presents the other
- >again, you latch on, and again you're rewarded with a trickle of sweet, sweet milk
- >It's a couple hours before you start to sober up
- >apparently she was content to pump herself and watch you play video games all afternoon
- >but now you're fuckin' starving and you're pretty sure she is too
- "Pizza okay? I'm not really in the mood to cook."
- >"Sure!"
- >god she's so bubbly
- >it would be sickening if it weren't so cute
- >you dial 'em up
- "Yeah, a large hawaiian for delivery?"
- >"get a large meatlovers too!"
- "and a large meatlovers too"
- >a growing girl needs her protein, you guess
- >a knock at the door
- >you're still a bit loopy, so you toss Sweetie your wallet and ask her to take care of it
- >she says you're silly when you're like this, and does so
- >fuck yeah, pizza
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