Life is... okay, REALLY Strange! (Patreon)

I'd learned to stop asking questions, because a long time ago I realized that if something had happened, if something was happening, no matter how strange it seemed, this was the outcome that Max Caulfield wanted. So Max with her freakishly cute bangs and the way she looked at me, dressed in pink socks and a matching top, a diaper wrapped around her waist and her hands rubbing at her elbows... well, she was just as cute as shit could be. 

"Well fuck Max, I don't know how you came to this outcome, but whatever." I could feel my chest swollen, feel my nipple itching, see the hunger in her eyes. Oh. Ohh. I grinned.

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How had I let this happen?!  What did I even do to get to this point?!  One choice after another, one stupid decision after the next... all of it led to me standing in front of Chloe wearing a puffy pink diaper!  I shouldn't have kicked over that plant in her living room.  I shouldn't have waited to use the bathroom at school yesterday.  Everything led to this stupid moment, with Chloe's gorgeous eyes looking down at me and that thoughtful smile on her lips.  And her plump breasts straining through her white top.  I was out of breath... 

"We don't have to do this... we can do something else.  Go down a different path."

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"Maybe we will, Max, but why rush it?" I reached out, I put my arms around her, and as soon as I did her legs fell out from underneath her, needy hands grabbing at my chest. "This is definitely the freshest you've gotten with me, and I definitely didn't see it coming." I knelt down on the floor as she looked up into my eyes and I gave her what she wanted, what she -obviously- wanted. Max Caulfield was not a very predictable girl, but I'd always been pretty good at reading her. I lifted up my shirt and let her see my breast, unexplainably beading with milk. I didn't get how her fucking powers worked, but life was definitely more fun with her around.

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I latched on without thinking.  My mind went blank with neediness as my tongue touched the beady milk on her nipple.  Then I was warm and safe and secure in Chloe's lap, suckling away.  If I hadn't spilled her coffee last night... if I had double checked my Amazon order... if I didn't misclick that video online none of this would have ever happened!  I was so ashamed.  For weeks, I'd thought about Chloe.  And now I was nursing on her in a diaper.  As shameful tears dripped down my cheeks, her warm milk dribbled down my throat.

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"This is one hundred fucking percent the weirdest thing I've ever done, Max, but you know it's for you, so it's alright. Feels pretty fucking good actually." Not in a sexual way, but like... different. Good weird. Max Caulfield was good weird. And it couldn't get any weirder, right? Right? Her stomach growled and I tilted my head with a smirk. Maybe it could. "Oh? Too much milk for this little baby..."

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The new coffee.  The meditation exercises.  The video online.  Innocuous choices led to a bad outcome.  With her nipple between my lips, I felt the diaper between my legs growing warm and wet.  I struggled to pull away from her breast, but Chloe shushed me and played with my hair.  She gave me the last ounce of relaxation I needed for my body to give up.  All the cramps I'd been having all morning suddenly made sense as I started to fill the seat of my diaper.  And there I was, nursing on Chloe's breast in a wet and messy diaper.  I knew, without a doubt, this action would have consequences.