Carrot Top's Bounty (Breast Expansion, Lactation, Incomplet)


                                            >Carrot Top was working in her garden when Derpy stopped by with a special delivery.

                                            >"I got the seeds you wanted," she said.

                                            >"Oh good, Carrot Top replied, "that must be my heirloom arugula."

                                            >"Well..." Derpy began, "I'm not sure. There was an accident at work and the label got messed up."

                                            >"Really?" Carrot top sighed. "Oh well, let me have them all the same."

                                            >"Sure thing!" Derpy exclaimed and handed them over.

                                            >As the mail woman left Carrot Top simply shook her head at her scatter-brained friend.

                                            >This heirloom arugula she had ordered was supposed to taste delicious, even if it looked quite a bit different from other breeds.

                                            >She even had a patch set aside in her garden for it.

                                            >"I can't wait to try it," she said to herself with a smile.

                                            ...

                                            >It was the beginning of summer and all throughout the spring the new arugula had grown well.

                                            >In fact, Carrot Top was harvesting the first batch of the leafy greens.

                                            >There was nothing quite like the first harvest of a new crop.

                                            >As she suspected, the new arugula really did look quite odd.

                                            >But that was to be expected of heirloom varieties that didn't have the benefit of centuries of horticulture to smooth out their rough edges.

                                            >The leaves were fatter and spikier than she had expected, almost like a thistle.

                                            >"Oh well," she thought, "as long as it tastes good that's all that matters."

                                            >After a morning spent in the garden, Carrot Top hauled her new bounty into the kitchen.

                                            >As she began to prepare a salad out of the greens, she began to think again how she would like to have some company for lunch.

                                            >Ever since her parents had retired to the west coast and left her the house and farm she had been rather lonely.

                                            >Her friends had encouraged her to date but she didn't really feel like she had a whole lot to offer the guys in town and so didn't make much effort to be social.

                                            >Her friends all told her not to worry about it so much but Carrot Top couldn't stop comparing herself to all the other women in town.

                                            >She wasn't tall and muscular like Applejack, or slim and elegant like Rarity.

                                            >And what she wouldn't give for hips like Bon Bon's or boobs like Fluttershy's.

                                            >"Oh well, if wishes were horses then beggars would ride." she thought to herself.

                                            >Sitting down to try the salad, she was curious to know how the new arugula would taste.

                                            >She took a bite and chewed thoughtfully, trying to discern its flavor.

                                            >It certainly didn't taste like any green she had ever tried before.

                                            >The taste was sweet and juicy.

                                            >She had noted when she had been plucking the leaves off of the plants in the garden that they had exuded a white sap, again almost like a thistle.

                                            >Still, as unusual as the new plant was, it tasted really good so she dug in with gusto and finished the whole thing off before she knew it.

                                            >The rest of the day was spent getting bunches of carrots ready to sell at the farmer's market the next day.

                                            >There was another forum in which her looks didn't do her any favors, she thought.

                                            >Of course, Carrot Top wasn't nearly as plain as she liked to think she was, but when comparing herself to the other women at the market she always felt short changed.

                                            >Usually, Carrot Top ate something substantial for dinner, but that salad at lunch had been so good that she decided to have another.

                                            >To make up for the lack of side dishes she made it an extra large one.

                                            >Then she turned in early since the farmer's market demanded an early start.

                                            >As she lay in bed on her stomach, she shifted around trying to get comfortable.

                                            >For some reason her chest was bothering her so she flipped over onto her back.

                                            >She reached a hand up to massage her petite bosom.

                                            >It wasn't obvious before, but she now realized that it was her breasts specifically that where giving her trouble.

                                            >She rubbed gingerly around the circumference of her right boob and found that it seemed to help her discomfort, so she put both hands to work trying to alleviate the strange tingling affecting her bust.

                                            >"Goodness, the girls are sensitive tonight!" she thought.

                                            >She gently plucked at her nipples and was surprised at the sensation that she felt.

                                            >Carrot Top always figured that her tits had normal sensitivity compared to everyone else, but this feeling was rather intense.

                                            >Certainly not enough to get her off, but enough to keep her hands moving, pinching and twisting the protruding nubbins.

                                            >Eventually the annoying tingling sensations in her paps changed into a somewhat pleasant warmth.

                                            >It almost felt good, she decided, as she continued to rub her nipples and slowly nodded off to sleep.

                                            >When she awoke the next morning she couldn't really remember any of her dreams from the night before.

                                            >All she could really recall was a sense of, longing?

                                            >The idea that something was missing?

                                            >In any case, it was time to get ready for market.

                                            >Fortunately, the strange feelings in her chest from the previous night seemed to have subsided, thank goodness.

                                            >She wiggled out of her panties and went to the bathroom to get a shower.

                                            >Remembering the somewhat pleasant feelings she had enjoyed right before falling asleep Carrot Top did something that she usually avoided and started to play with her breasts under the warm running water.

                                            >It was so strange, she had never found pleasure in touching her own chest before, and most of her friends had told her that it only really turned them on when their boyfriends or husbands did it.

                                            >But as she massaged her soapy boobs, Carrot Top found herself unable to stop.

                                            >The feeling wasn't as intense as that of playing with her womanhood, however the pleasant ache emanating from her breasts was undeniable.

                                            >She continued until the hot water ran out.

                                            >Very reluctantly she finished her explorations and quickly rinsed off the soap that remained on her body.

                                            >Having spent more time washing than she had intended, the farm girl hurridly dried herself and went to get dressed.

                                            >Operating on autopilot, Carrot Top slipped on a clean bra but, to her surprise, it didn't fit right.

                                            >She examined the tag and saw that it was one of her regular bras, though when she tried putting it back on it just wouldn't sit right.

                                            >"Maybe they are swollen after all." She muttered.

                                            >Needing to hurry so she could open her stall on time, she decided to skip the bra entirely and put on a heavy work shirt instead.

                                            >Her breasts were small and perky enough that she didn't really need the support; she mostly just wore a bra for modesty's sake.

                                            >Grabbing an apple for breakfast, Carrot Top loaded up her hand cart and headed out to market.

                                            >Along the way to town she was reminded of another reason why she usually wore a bra.

                                            >The gentle bounce of her breasts as she walked caused her nipples to rub against the inside of her shirt.

                                            >It wasn't exactly a bad sensation, simply... distracting.

                                            >The orange haired gardener finally made it to the market square and set up her stall.

                                            >The market was a little slower than usual, which gave Carrot Top time to look around.

                                            >She spotted Derpy with her hat and mail bag trudging along through the square.

                                            >The poor thing was moving a lot slower these days thanks to her unexpected pregnancy.

                                            >Still, the upbeat girl seemed to be holding up pretty well considering her special someone hadn't been around for a little while.

                                            >He was freelance artisan and had gotten a job in Applewood.

                                            >Apparently the money had been too good to pass up and he had told her that this commission would set them up and allow them to get married.

                                            >Carrot had been nervous about the whole affair, but really could only support her friend.

                                            >When Derpy responded to Carrot's call the farmer was immediately worried.

                                            >The normally happy girl seemed like her pet kitten had been eaten by a manticore.

                                            >"Oh, hon, what's wrong?" Carrot Top immediately asked.

                                            >"I, uh, it's um..." Derpy looked around, as if afraid others would hear. "Could I uh, maybe, talk about it later. I know you're busy right now."

                                            >The farmer waved a hand towards their surroundings.

                                            >"Not really. It's pretty dead today."

                                            >"Guess it is," Derpy shrugged. "But I really have to, um, deliver these... Maybe we could get together. This evening maybe?"

                                            >"Of course. Why don't I come by after the market wraps up."

                                            >"Ok." Derpy gave a wan smile. "Thanks, Carrot."

                                            >"No problem, you take care."

                                            >As her buddy wandered off, the curly haired woman knew something wasn't right, but trying to force it out of her longtime associate was a sure way to make her clam up.

                                            >Trying to set aside her worries she went back to work.

                                            >Two things happened shortly thereafter.

                                            >The town clock tower struck noon and the produce producer heard her stomach rumble.

                                            >"Better get some lunch. That apple wasn't enough."

                                            >She temporarily closed up her stall and headed over towards her favorite cafe.

                                            >As she walked, her paps seemed even more sensitive than they had that morning.

                                            >She had to slow down a bit and even out her stride because she was concerned that even through her heavy shirt others could see the jostling going on.

                                            >And was it just her imagination or did it seem like-

                                            >"Oof!"

                                            >The was a jarring sensation as Carrot Top collided with something and fell to the ground.

                                            >Fortunately, something softer than the ground seemed to break her fall.

                                            >When her head cleared she saw that she was laying on top of a man.

                                            >And that her chest was smothering his face.

                                            >"Oh my gosh!" She scrambled to get off of him.

                                            >She apologized profusely as the fellow got up after her.

                                            >"Aw, that ok," he assured her, "I wasn't paying attention either."

                                            >He leaned down and started picking up rolls of parchment that were strewn on the ground.

                                            >She must have knocked them out of his hands, she thought.

                                            >"Here, let me help you," she bent over and helped him gather his wayward documents.

                                            >"Thanks a lot. Ms. Carrot Top, right?" he asked.

                                            >"Actually it's Golden Harvest." she stated automatically.

                                            >As soon as the words left her mouth she screamed internally, "What are you saying, you idiot!"

                                            >To the gentleman before her, "But, e-everyone calls me Carrot Top, so you can too. Call me Carrot Top, I mean."

                                            >He gave an easy chuckle. "Sounds good. I'm Ivory Scroll. Pleased to meet you."

                                            >"Likewise." she returned his smile. "Well, uh, I was just on my way to lunch, so I, um..."

                                            >"Funny you should mention that, I was thinking about lunch too. Why don't you let me make this little accident up to you and by you some. Er, lunch, I mean."

                                            >Not used to such an offer from a guy, Carrot had to consider for a moment.

                                            >But only for a moment. "Sure. That would be swell."

                                            >During lunch the farmer learned that her companion was a clerk at a business firm in town.

                                            >It wasn't the most glamorous job, but it paid decently.

                                            >To her great surprise, Ivory Scroll actually seemed interested in her livelihood.

                                            >He was something of an amateur cook and had a love for good ingredients.

                                            >They chatted for quite a while until the tall fellow looked up at the clock tower.

                                            >"Shoot, I got to get back to the office!" he reached in his billfold and pulled out enough cash for payment and a tip.

                                            >"Carrot Top, I, er, really enjoyed talking with you. If it's not to forward, could I see you again?"

                                            >"Again? Like, a date?"

                                            >He shook his head yes.

                                            >"Uh, sure. That'd be great."

                                            >"Alright, how about... tomorrow night. Meet me at the fountain and we'll go do something fun and get something to eat."

                                            >"Ok." she couldn't believe this was happening.

                                            >"Cool, I'll see you then." He gathered up his scrolls and hurried off.

                                            >Carrot sat there a minute longer, not daring to believe her luck.

                                            >A cute guy had asked her out on a date!

                                            >And it had happened after such an embarrassing incident.

                                            >If she hadn't been so preoccupied with her stupid boobs...

                                            >As she looked down at the offending glands, Carrot's mouth opened in shock.

                                            >The top two buttons on her shirt were undone.

                                            >It had probably happened during the fall.

                                            >The two halves of the shirt lay together, but if she leaned forward just so then the fabric parted to reveal a stretch of cleavage.

                                            >Why Did She Have Cleavage!!

                                            >Cleavage was something other women had, not her!

                                            >Something was wrong.

                                            >Unfortunately, she couldn't do anything about it at the moment, seeing as how she was in public.

                                            >So, getting up as nonchalantly as she could, Carrot Top made her way back to her stall at the square.

                                            >Jiggling all the way.