It's been a long hard day from work and you finally come home to your apartment. You lay back on your chair to finally browse the net until you need to cook dinner. That is until you hear someone clear their throat. You turn the chair towards the doorway to find Bailey, your Alcremie that your mom made you bring. Apparently she said you were gonna get lonely and needed someone to keep you company. But that was a mistake.

Bailey has been a thorn on your side ever since he came to your life. He acted like a spoiled little brother, begging for attention at any possible moment and throwing tantrums and leaving chocolate cream everywhere. You still don't know why agreed with your mom and even Bailey seemed to hate you too.

But right now, the spoiled and not-so sweet pokemon had his arms crossed underneath his chest, propping up his swollen breasts and leaking chocolate milk. Ah, so that's why he's here. Apparently, he needs to be regularly 'milked' or else his chest would get big. It's good eye candy for sure until they start drooling over your laptop and papers.

"Hey! I demand your attention you worthless human. Have you seen the predicament I am dealing with?!" He promptly gestures to his chest, expecting you to answer.