Clarissa - Part 21 (Patreon)

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"Come here, cutie," Madelyn sat down on the floor, allowing Clara to bashfully crawl over to her, eyes on the prize. "Wow, you really want this, don't you?" the pop star chuckled, giving the bottle a shake, the milk inside sloshing, not realizing that her former rival's attention was, instead, affixed on something behind that instead.

She was a good girl, though, and, when Maddie slipped the bottle's nipple into her mouth, she began to nurse automatically, not thinking twice about it, despite having just come from her typically filling supper. That was another thing that made her wonder if she ever truly could have been a grown-up... She thought she remembered eating real food, like fancier versions of what the big girls in the cafeteria had, yet, now, she couldn't imagine having anything other than mushy baby food. It was more than enough for her tummy... 

But where else would she have gotten those memories? Here, at the school, they certainly never served steak, or shrimp, or any of the other things she thought she'd eaten... And, except for when they wanted her to show off, there wasn't any dancing that she'd seen - although, she'd overheard some of the more mature students mentioning ballet classes - or the flashing lights and loud music that had defined her free nights...

And, for that matter, she had no idea where she could have learned that Madelyn existed, that she was a singer herself. The only music she listened to on a daily basis was tinkly nursery rhymes that made her feel funny and fuzzy, and, now and then, some songs that she knew all the lyrics and dances to while she was on stage, even though she wasn't sure how, or when, she could have written them.

None of that was important now, however. Her eyes closed contentedly as soon as she felt the warm milk hit her tongue, start flowing down her throat. Eagerly, she gulped it all down, Maddie looking impressed, and shocked, as how quickly the bottle was drained. "Wow, you're a thirsty little thing, aren't you?" she teased, stroking her hair.

Clara's heart started beating a little faster as her eyes opened, and she saw Maddie again. She knew she shouldn't, that she ought to keep her hands to herself, but she couldn't help herself, not having the woman down there on the floor with her, the cut of her dress so low, so tempting... "Milkies?" she repeated, eyes large, reaching out...

"Clara!" Ms. Barlow scolded.

"Wait," Madelyn blushed, looking flustered. "D-Does she really...?"

The teacher shook her head. "You don't have to if you don't want to... She's being greedy." Clara squirmed, nibbling her bottom lip.

Maddie paused, staring down at her, then, slowly, began to nod. "I guess it wouldn't hurt..." Clara's face lit up as soon as the woman slid the top of her dress down, wiggling happily in place well before Madelyn had pulled her into her lap, letting her clamp on to one of her breasts and start sucking again.

"Wow," Maddie blinked, resting a hand on the seat of Clara's diaper, adjusting her slightly. "I never thought she'd be this far gone... I-I didn't expect... But it isn't so bad." She started to rub the back of the massive layers of cloth, held snugly beneath the girl's plastic pants, pausing only when she felt something change, something starting to grow inside. "Is she...?"

"Probably," Ms. Barlow confirmed. "She usually does after supper. I can change her when she's finished, if you like."

Madelyn gave the swelling lump another poke, the smile on her face growing. "No, I can handle it... I'll have to get used to it eventually. I can't leave that all to Jennifer, no matter how good of a babysitter she claims she'll be."

Jennifer... Clara was positive she knew that name, that it had been important to her at one time. Hadn't she worked for her? Hadn't Jennifer been her assistant? Hadn't she been the one to suggest Clara come here in the first place? That sounded right... But, as Clara continued to breastfeed, and fill her diapers, it was hard to remember that for certain, or to do anything more about it than shift slightly, Maddie taking that as a cue to switch her to the other side, give her a fresh breast to nurse from.

"Does that mean you're going to take her?" Ms. Barlow asked. "We'll miss her, but, as you can see, she's definitely ready."

Madelyn looked down at the girl who had once been her rival, imagining some random person adopting her, perhaps not even knowing who she was. There was an appeal to that... However, she couldn't resist the thought of having her for her own, a trophy, almost, proving that, in the end, she had won their little battle. And she really was very cute this way, and sweet...

"Of course," she said. "How could I say no to this face?"

"Perfect," Ms. Barlow beamed. "And, if she ever gets lonely, remember that we take special orders..."

Maddie's eyebrow raised, as she thought about J.J., the girl who was starting to do to her what she'd done to Clarissa, stepping in as the newer, younger name in town... Her song sales hadn't quite began to surpass Madelyn's yet, but they were close... "I'll keep that in mind," she smirked. There was no way she could end up like Clara had... Especially not if she struck first.