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The following is a work of fiction that includes age play, bondage, humiliation, domination, and light scat content which includes descriptions of feces. Unless that lists sounds appealing to you, I suggest you stop reading now. Continue at your own risk.

*** 5 ***

The streetlights flickered on outside the living room window as the sun dipped down below the horizon. Dinner dishes had been cleaned hours ago, and primetime cop dramas had replaced cartoons on the big TV. It would soon be bed time for the two little tykes in the house, but it couldn't come fast enough as far as Melody was concerned. While Miss Fifi, Marzipan, and Marcus sat together on the sofa, Melody was sprawled out on the floor in front of the television in her diapers and her new PJs as if she were a kid again. She pretended to be engrossed in the adult's TV show, although she hardly knew what was going on; much too distracted by the frenzy of activity in her tummy.

No sooner had she finished her dinner than she started to feel her tummy acting funny. She kept hoping it would go away, but alas, the sounds from her stomach began to increase in volume and frequency as the evening rolled on. She figured it was something she ate, but what? She didn't have to eat the nasty oatmeal like Marcus, nor any other baby food for that matter. All she'd had to eat since coming to visit was the pizza Miss Fifi made for dinner, but everyone shared that, so why would Melody be the only one suffering?

Luckily, the cop show they had been watching seemed to be reaching its climax. It would likely be over in fifteen minutes or less and then hopefully it would be bed time for the two teenage tots. At least, Melody hoped so. She didn't really want to use her diapers for their intended purposes right in front of her aunt. Although to be fair, she would be shy in front of anyone, Miss Fifi included. That's probably why Melody had never gone any further than wetting her diapers during her visits in the past. Sure, she had thought about it many times, but when the time came she could never bring herself to do it. Even if she really had to go, there would always be a tidal wave of self-consciousness that would prevent her from completing the act.

As much as she secretly desired to receive an authentic messy diaper change like a real baby, she knew the embarrassment might be enough to kill her. She thought about the smell. She thought about the fact that someone would actually have to see her bare crotch coated in filth. Most of all, she thought about what her aunt would say. Would she be angry? Marzipan had never hidden her contempt for all the "diaper sluts" and "sissy butt sniffers" that Miss Fifi babysat in the past. Because of this, Melody was always afraid that if her aunt caught wind of her strange desires, she'd be sent home and would never be able to see Miss Fifi again. Of course, if that happened, her parents would surely hear all of the details as well. Would they be more disgusted or disappointed? As she felt her abdomen cramp up, she wondered if these hypothetical questions might soon be answered. Her tummy ache was getting worse and she knew she didn't have long to get to a bathroom or at least get the hell out of the living room before she defiled her diapers in front of everyone. She hoped she could maybe just excuse herself from the room without Miss Fifi saying anything.

"Honey, where are you going? The show isn't even over yet," asked Miss Fifi the moment she saw Melody begin to stir.

Even though she was nearly ready to panic, Melody tried to act like there was nothing wrong, "Oh, I was just getting tired. Can I go to bed?"

The urgency in the girl's voice was apparent, and Miss Fifi wasn't fooled. She had been expecting this for a while in fact. "Why don't you just wait ten minutes until the end of this episode? Then I'll give you a change and tuck you into bed, dear."

Melody couldn't decide whether to lay back down on the floor as she was told or run for it. She didn't doubt that Miss Fifi would allow her to use the bathroom if she asked in front of her aunt, but she worried that she'd also have to forfeit the rest of the diaper fun she expected to have as Miss Fifi's precious little filly slave. Regrettably, before she could make a decision, nature began to take its course. She was nearly to her hooves before a painful cramp sent her back down to the floor. Planting her knees and elbows firmly in the carpet, she fought as hard as she could to hold her bowels, but her intestines felt like they were about to turn themselves inside out.

Sure enough, Melody was powerless to stop the inevitable. Paralyzed in utter horror, she felt a torrent of hot, sticky mud explode into the seat of her diaper. She grunted pitifully as she fought to stop the hemorrhaging, but no matter how hard she tried, it seemed she couldn't stop the flow of waste escaping from her body. By the time it was finally over, she was confident that she'd just taken the biggest, noisiest shit of her life, in front of a room full of people no less.

Finally back in control of her body, Melody stood up, buried her face in her hands, and hurried out into the hallway so she could commence sobbing in relative privacy.

"Did she just...?" asked aunt Marzipan, trailing off. She was still flabbergasted by what she had just witnessed as she looked over at Miss Fifi for some kind of explanation.

"The poor dear, she said she wasn't feeling well earlier. I should have listened," lamented the cunning hound, putting on the voice of a concerned mother to hide her sinister delight. Naturally, she was responsible for Melody's little "accident" but she hid it well behind a guise of false sympathy. "Come on, Marcus. Let's get you two cleaned up and ready for bed."

"Do you want help?" asked Marzipan, still concerned about her niece.

"No, that's alright, darling. That would just cause her more embarrassment. I'll go talk to her," replied Miss Fifi as she grabbed Marcus by the wrist and whisked him out to the hallway where she found Melody, still red-eyed and sulking.

"I'm sorry," croaked Melody, nearly overpowered by the urge to resume sobbing.

Miss Fifi just put a finger up to her lips to silence the girl and motioned down the hall to the Kid's Room. "Let's go," she urged in a quiet, non-threatening voice as she waited for Melody to take the lead. Though, once they arrived, there was a drastic change in her attitude.

Miss Fifi lost her motherly aura as soon as the Kid's Room door was shut and secure. Her mouth curled into to a devilish grin as she tore into Melody, gleefully trying to shame the girl even more than she already had been. "That was quite a show you put on for us, honey. Now, strip off those pajamas so we can all get a look at you."

Melody felt her face go red as she thought about stripping in front of Marcus. It was only a few hours earlier that she had been ogling his naked body and mocking him for being such a baby. Now it was going to be her turn, but she found herself to shy unzip her PJs while they were both staring at her.

"Come on!" barked Miss Fifi impatiently.

"May I please go and clean myself," pleaded Melody, realizing she would be unable to go though with it. She didn't want either of them to see the horrid mess she had made in her diapers, doubting for a moment whether she was the masochistic little diaper slut she thought she was. She stood, vulnerable, in the center of the room, awkwardly shifting her weight back and forth between her legs as she waited anxiously to see how Miss Fifi would react to her disobedience.

Remarkably though, Miss Fifi didn't get angry. Instead her expression actually seemed to soften a bit as she turned to Marcus, "Why don't you go wait by the crib while I teach Melody a lesson."

The nervous young mare watched as Marcus strolled over to the crib, leaned back against the tall wooden bars and stared at her. She wanted to tell him to turn away and mind his own business, but she didn't dare speak, afraid of provoking Miss Fifi any further.

"Why are you so suddenly so shy?" asked Miss Fifi as she approached Melody with a hungry look in her eyes.

Melody felt powerless as Miss Fifi yanked the zipper down and slid her pajamas off of her broad shoulders. The cool air made her shiver as the heavy fleece pajamas fell to the floor in a pile. Left standing in nothing more than a dirty diaper and a pair of clear plastic underpants, she tried to hold back more tears as Miss Fifi looked her over with a smirk.

"It's no use being bashful now, we can see everything," remarked Miss Fifi, referring specifically to the unmistakable yellow stain that covered Melody's crotch. "Looks like you've done a fine job pissing all over yourself today. How does the back look? Turn around for me, sweety."

Melody shut her eyes, bit her lip, and did as she was told. Sure enough, the huge payload produced a visible bulge in the seat of her sagging diapers which was accompanied by a faint brown discoloration. She'd messed herself like a baby and now everyone could witness the magnitude of her little accident with their own eyes, but that wasn't enough for Miss Fifi.

"Look at that. A big mess for a big girl," she teased as she gave Melody a patronizing slap on her bottom. "Are you ready for a change now, little filly?"

"Yes, ma'am," answered Melody sheepishly, keeping her eyes pointed down at the nursery floor while the domineering mother-figure continued to grope her backside in an attempt to spread the awful, sticky muck throughout her diaper.

"Oh, grow up, you crybaby. Turn around, look me in the eye and ask me for a change like a big girl."

At this point Melody knew that disobedience would only drag her humiliation out longer. As she turned to face Miss Fifi once more, she caught sight of Marcus who was still watching attentively from his station near the crib, his sights set on her ample breasts. Much to Melody's displeasure, all of the extra attention had caused her nipples to stiffen up noticeably. She lifted her arms to try and cover her chest to hide her flagrant arousal from both her admirers as she opened her mouth to speak.

"May I please have a change, ma'am?" she muttered, hardly able to keep her voice from cracking as she choked back her tears of utter mortification.

"Absolutely not!" snapped Miss Fifi as she struck like a cobra, slapping Melody's hands back down to her sides. "Don't cover up the fun-bags, honey. Let Marcus enjoy them. He doesn't get to meet a lot of women besides his mother, you know."

Not surprisingly, Marcus was happy to get another eyeful of Melody's bare chest. After all, Miss Fifi was right; he'd never even seen a naked girl up close and in person before. Better yet, a big girl who wanted to be put into diapers like him. Even still, he turned his eyes away like a gentleman whenever she'd glance over at him. He didn't want her to feel uncomfortable around him. In fact, he really kind of liked her despite the way she had treated him earlier that day while he was tied down to the rack. Plus, she was even cuter now that she'd been taken down a peg, but Miss Fifi still wasn't done yet.

"Get your stinky butt over to the corner, young lady!" she ordered, reaching up to give Melody's ear a good hard yank to show her who was in charge. She continued hollering at Melody as she released her ear and gave her a light shove toward the time-out corner. "Since you're so keen on wasting my time with your prissy, shy girl crap, you can just stand in the corner with your lumpy brown butt on display for everyone to see. Maybe that will teach you your place around here."

Melody hung her head as she took the walk of shame to the corner. She could feel the heaviness in the back of her diaper with each step she took, reminding her how pathetic and weak she really was. She was being punished as though she were no more than a little child and there was nothing she could do about it. If she ran and told her aunt what was going on, she would have to admit everything. Then it would surely come out that she had originally volunteered for this type of treatment. One way or another, the scandalous truth would be revealed and she'd be exposed as the diaper pissing, bottle drinking, thumb sucking weirdo that she really was.

Miss Fifi, on the other hand, was having a great time. Her new pet was learning fast and everything was going according to plan. The bottle of laxative-rich chocolate milk she had given to Melody before her nap had done its job perfectly and Melody was now too ashamed to resist. She watched like a hawk as Melody walked straight to the corner and obediently waited for the next command with her arms limp at her sides. "Good girl, now make sure you jam your muzzle into that corner as deep as you can and keep it there. If I catch you out of line, I'll really give you something to mope about."

Not taking any chances, Melody shoved her face even deeper into the corner, keeping her arms at her sides to avoid upsetting Miss Fifi any further. Every time she inhaled through her nose, the foul smell of her own loaded diaper nearly made her light-headed. Regardless, she remained perfectly still and silent, knowing that Miss Fifi would never change her out of that foul diaper unless she proved her total submission.

It had only been a minute or two since she was sent to the corner, but already Melody was having those strange thoughts again. Just a moment ago she would have given anything to be out of her hot, sticky diaper. However, there was a part of her deep down that was flooding her consciousness with all sorts of dark, frightening, and unexplainable desires. Closing her eyes, she took a big whiff of the malodorous air that surrounded her and thought about being stuck in that horrid diaper for the rest of the night. She thought about staying in the same diaper all week and helplessly filling it over and over as she cried for a change to sooth her rash covered bottom. She thought about how naughty she was and how she wanted to be mercilessly punished for it, but she didn't know why. After all, she'd been sobbing in embarrassment since she first had her accident. Her cheeks were still wet with tears, but even still she relished these outrageous fantasies. She even considered reaching into down into her diapers and fingering herself, just to piss off Miss Fifi and hopefully get a pair of big padded mitts just like Marcus'. Luckily, before she had a chance to dig her grave any deeper, a loud noise from behind jerked her out of the sexual trance and brought her back to reality.

Miss Fifi had unlocked the bars of the crib and allowed them to slide all the way down unhindered. A sharp bang echoed as the heavy wooden bars hit the metal peg at the bottom of the track, breaking the awkward silence of the Kid's Room. "Okay Marky, time for bed. You have a long day ahead of you tomorrow," she explained, pushing him into the crib.

Marcus obediently climbed up into the giant crib, sighing as he saw the unmistakable brown stain was still where he'd left it this morning.

"What's the matter?" teased Miss Fifi. "I figured a long-time diaper pooping sissy faggot like yourself would be proud of your handiwork. Does this mean you're going to wear your plastic panties from now on? You'll be sleeping on your stomach tonight to make sure you never forget."

Still too terrorized to fight back due to his violent anal deflowering earlier in the day, he obediently did as he was told. Marcus lay down on his chubby belly while Miss Fifi locked his wrists and ankles into leather cuffs, binding him to the soft pillow-top mattress with his nose planted firmly in the offensive shit stain which still reeked like the bottom of a diaper pail. Even though the poor little pup was muzzled, his nose still peeked out from the end of the leather sleeve that cinched his mouth shut, allowing him to get a good whiff each time he took a breath. His eyes watered from the noxious odor of stale urine and feces which permeated the mattress. Even so, he couldn't help but relax a little as Miss Fifi rubbed his back and praised him for his good behavior.

"You were such a good boy today. That is, after Marzipan had her way with you. Isn't it so much better to be well-behaved? Let's hope you can keep up the good work tomorrow, bitch. I'm going to teach you how to can help your mother around the house. Doesn't that sound like fun?"

Marcus replied with a subtle nod, just enough to let his wicked nanny know that he was listening. He desperately wanted to stay on her good side, remembering all of the cruel treatment he'd received since his arrival. If he could just do as he was told and keep his head down for the rest of the week, he hoped he would make it home in one piece.

"I'll have to do something about this tomorrow," mentioned Miss Fifi as she gave Marcus' squishy diapered butt a good deep grope. "How about first thing in the morning before Marzipan goes to work? I want to get your ass clean and tidy for her inspection."

With one final slap on the bottom, Miss Fifi was through with Marcus for the night. She didn't bother saying goodnight; he'd gotten enough of that crap at home. Instead, she just raised the crib bars and locked them in place without another word, hardy able to believe how tame Marcus had become since getting pegged for the first time. It brought a ominous grin of utter satisfaction to her face, even as she turned to check on Melody in the corner.

As expected, Melody still had her face buried in the corner. She hadn't moved an inch, but even so, it appeared as though she had settled down somewhat. At least her pathetic whimpering and crying had stopped for the moment. She seemed content to wait quietly in the corner with a loaded diaper.

"Melody!" called Miss Fifi. "Are you finally ready to cooperate?"

"Yes, ma'am," replied Melody without hesitation.

"Good. I knew you'd straighten up after your time-out. Now, get down on your knees and crawl over here."

Sure enough, Melody carefully got down on her hands and knees and began to crawl like a baby. She couldn't even remember the last time she'd crawled on the floor like this, but it made her knees ache almost immediately. She dared not complain, though, hoping that unadulterated obedience would be enough to earn her a change before bed. Even though the voices in the back of her mind were still crying out for more abuse, Melody found that she didn't much appreciate the feeling of having her own shit pressed against her bottom, nor did she care for the horrible smell that came with it.

She kept her head down as she crept closer and closer to Miss Fifi, unable to bare the shame. She had become totally self-conscious of her humiliating situation and the smug look on Miss Fifi's face only made it worse. With each movement she could feel the sticky mass of nastiness spreading throughout her diaper. Even the subtle crinkling of her plastic underpants seemed to echo in the cavernous silence of the Kid's Room, impossible to ignore. And even though she was crawling like a baby, she didn't feel like a cute little tyke with her impressive tits swinging back and forth rhythmically with each step she took toward her tyrannical caretaker.

"Would my little bitch like to be changed out of her messy piddle-pants?" asked Miss Fifi as Melody knelt at her feet.

"Yes, ma'am," murmured Melody, feeling like an insignificant insect before her mistress.

"Get up," growled Miss Fifi impatiently, keeping her arms crossed as Melody cautiously got back up on her hooves. "Give the back of those Pampers a good squeeze and tell me if you think you're ready for a fresh diaper."

Melody blushed hotly as she reached back and ran her hand across the seat of her crinkly plastic pants. There was definitely a distinct bulge where the bulk of her last deposit had come to a rest. It was still warm.

"Come on, you can do better than that," scoffed Miss Fifi, who watched with great delight as Melody was forced to fondle her own shit-slathered ass. "Make sure to spread it all around; I know how much you nasty little brats love the feeling of a poopy diaper."

Squirming in discomfort, Melody cringed as she massaged the soggy mound all over her bottom. She knew there was no good in holding back at this point though, Miss Fifi was watching and she wouldn't accept a half-assed job. Although, she couldn't help but groan as she felt the slimy mess begin to spread to the front of her diaper.

Soon, Miss Fifi had grown tired of simply watching all of the fun and pushed Melody's hand out of the way. Grabbing the filly firmly by her long elegant tail, she stuck two fingers into the waistband of Melody's diaper and tugged lightly, allowing herself to visually inspect the teen's dirty rump.

"Pee-ew! You stink, girl!" exclaimed Miss Fifi as she got a nose full of the humid, sour smelling air that escaped from Melody's heavily soiled diaper. "I'm not sure I'll be able to change you without gagging. I may have to go and get your aunt - she has a stronger stomach."

"No, please," whined the big gullible foal, shaking her head most insistently.

"Aw, why not? You've seen how well she and Marcus get along," joked Miss Fifi as she allowed the waistband to snap back into place. Of course, she really wouldn't need any help from Marzipan when the time came to change Melody. She had changed thousands of diapers over the years and she could handle anything this brat could push out. Melody wasn't even the largest kid Miss Fifi had ever cared for.

"Well, don't worry your pretty little head, dear. You're not getting a change tonight anyhow, still plenty of dry padding in the back," she continued as she pulled down the blankets on the racecar bed to show Melody the wrist and ankle cuffs that she would be locked into for the rest of the night. "Don't these look fun? You're going to be strapped down and helpless, just like you wanted. Just sit right down on that squishy butt of yours."

Melody looked like she was ready to start bawling again as she plopped down on the bed. She obviously didn't like the sensation of sitting down on her messy rump, but she didn't try very hard to fight back either. Sure, she was anxious, embarrassed, and frightened, but she had always fantasized about being tied up while diapered. Now she had her chance and she didn't want to let her nagging thoughts of self-preservation get in the way. This was just the kind of bondage that Melody had always wanted. Smooth leather restraints, a warm comfy bed, and strong, dominating adult to tell her what to do.

Miss Fifi was elated at seeing how docile and submissive Melody had become in such a short time. Without a doubt, she'd be her little filly slave by the end of tomorrow. She couldn't hide her satisfaction as continued teasing the poor girl, "How do you like sitting in that putrid, stinky mess? A big dumb baby like you must be in hog heaven, right? Show me what a good girl you can be and lay down properly so I can tuck you in."

Ashamed, Melody didn't say a word; she only shifted around uncomfortably in her crinkly plastic pants as she got into position with her head on the pillow. She stayed totally limp as Miss Fifi bound her wrists and ankles with thick leather cuffs one at a time, securing them with locking buckle. Of course, each cuff was already fastened to the bed so that once all four cuffs were locked on tight, Melody could hardly move.

"I'll be right back, don't go anywhere," chuckled Miss Fifi as she exited the room and closed the heavy door behind her, leaving the helpless, squirming teen tied to the bed.

Now Melody finally had a chance to be alone. She tugged at each of her restraints, gently at first, then harder. Soon, she was struggling with all of her might, just to see if there was any hope of escape should the need arise, but there was no use. The heavy duty leather restrains did not stretch in the slightest and, despite all of her hard work, she was still in the same exact position that Miss Fifi had put her in. At this point, Melody didn't know what to feel. On one hand, she was totally helpless, a scary thought for a young woman who had never been in such a position. On the other hand, she knew deep in her heart that she'd gotten what she wanted. There was even a familiar tingling down below her waist as she confirmed her inability to escape. It was the same feeling she'd gotten during past visits when she would lay on the big changing table with her legs up in the stirrups and playfully rub the front of her wet diapers. Though, the feeling was magnified now. She no longer had to imagine cuffs holding her wrists, it was reality, and she was finally living this fantasy. Had the straps snapped, or the cuffs, slipped off of her wrist, she would have been secretly disappointed. She was sick of pretending, she wanted to be tied and helpless and anything less just felt like a silly game to her now.

As minutes passed, Melody began to sink even further into her sick little fantasies. She would wriggle and squirm against her restraints, and each time a lustful, burning desire would flare up once again. The feeling of her wet and messy diaper against her skin reminded her of what a bad, wicked little girl she was, while the cuffs kept her arms and legs pinned down. Just knowing that Miss Fifi could come back at any time kept Melody in a state of suspense. Where did she go? When would she be back? What was she doing? In her extreme state of arousal, Melody couldn't help but imagine all of the terrible things that a sadist like Miss Fifi could do to her in this position. Each hypothetical punishment got more and more extreme as the minutes rolled by and Melody desperately wished she could get just one hand free so she could get herself off before Miss Fifi returned. Of course, she would have no such luck.

Miss Fifi certainly had no plans to let Melody fulfill herself anytime soon. From this point on Melody would be forced into locking plastic pants to keep her hands out of her diapers. Any time she wasn't in hard bondage, Miss Fifi would always keep an eye on her to make sure her playful little fingers didn't venture lower than they should. For the next week, Melody wouldn't have a moment's privacy. A principle that was exemplified as Miss Fifi charged into the room as though she were hoping to break up a party.

"Shut your eyes and go to sleep, mister. If I catch you peeking at Melody again I'll have to lock a leather mask over your ugly face," she threatened, poking her head over the side of the crib on the way to Melody. However, the detour was brief, and soon her attention was once again on Melody. "I told your aunt that weren't feeling well but you're doing fine now. I made a big deal about how embarrassed you were so she probably won't even check on you tonight on her way to bed. At least, you better hope she doesn't. Imagine her surprise if she saw you like this, huh?"

Miss Fifi paused to see if she would get a rise out of Melody like last time. She knew that Melody was very worried about her aunt finding out about her bizarre fetishes, and to her, it was just another weakness to exploit; just another opportunity for leverage. Though surprisingly, this time, Melody didn't even bother to protest.

While this was somewhat puzzling for Miss Fifi, the reality was that Melody hadn't really been listening to her. Instead, she was focused on the liter sized bottle of baby formula that Miss Fifi had strolled into the Kid's Room with. At first she thought it could have been a nice bottle of warm milk, complete with a rubber nipple to suck it from. However, upon closer inspection, something wasn't right at all about the pale liquid splashing around in the vessel. It looked heavier than milk, thicker even, with a chalky texture. It wasn't the color of chalk though, or of milk for that matter, more close to cream than a pure white. Melody figured it had to be one of Miss Fifi's special recipes, but perhaps she stared a bit too long.

"Aw, does baby want her bottle," sneered Miss Fifi. "I made this special for you. I even added a bit of vanilla flavor to make sure it's nice and sweet for my little sweety."

Yeah, and what else did you add? Thought Melody as the big rubber nipple was shoved in her face and pressed against her lips insistently. She hesitated, taking a moment to consider all of her options. For some reason which she couldn't totally comprehend, she had the urge to tighten her lips and shake her head just so she could be force fed. Fortunately, she was too much of a coward, deciding instead take the nipple into her mouth to appease her new mommy. However, she still didn't start suckling immediately; too worried about the potential effects this bottle of formula was going to have on her stomach. She couldn't help but remember the story about Marcus and his oatmeal dinner from the night before. This uncertainty was immediately apparent to Miss Fifi as well.

"If you don't like this bottle, I can go make you a new one," warned Miss Fifi. The condescending, yet cheerful tone in her voice seemed to vanish, giving way to a more threatening demeanor as she gave the plastic bottle a firm squeeze. Creamy sweet liquid rushed unexpectedly into Melody's mouth, causing her to cough and choke until she had cleared her throat. Meanwhile, the nipple was still held firmly against her lips, as Miss Fifi waiting patiently for Melody to finish gasping for air before continuing. "Drink up, honey. I'm not leaving until you suck this bottle dry. Believe me; I can stay up all night."

Melody began suckle from the bottle willingly, but she gave a frustrated sigh to show that she still had a little fight in her. She sincerely didn't want to drink this formula but the tone in Miss Fifi's voice told her that playtime was over, and with no way to defend herself, Melody had no alternative but to be a good little foal or face the consequences. Looking back, she couldn't even remember the last time an adult had made her do something she didn't want to. It made her feel like a kid again in some ways, which gave her an odd feeling of comfort that she couldn't quite explain. More importantly, Miss Fifi had been satisfied and there would be no need for a "punishment bottle".

"That's a good little brat, suck it all down. It's good for you, has all the vitamins and minerals a growing girl like you needs, plus a few extra ingredients that should keep you regular to say the least. If you think you're laying in a sloppy mess now, just wait until tomorrow. That diaper is going to be a swamp by the time I peel it off you."

Again Melody sighed, closer to a whimper this time. It wasn't the fact that she was going to spend the rest of the night helplessly soiling herself that upset her - she suspected as much. Rather, it was the reminder that she would be suffering the worst humiliation of her entire life tomorrow that tied her stomach into a knot. Crapping her pants in front of everyone was bad enough, but it didn't even come close to the shame of a messy diaper change. Miss Fifi would see everything in all its revolting glory.

"Don't slow down, there's still plenty to go," cheered Miss Fifi, as the remaining formula reached the halfway point. Though, Melody wasn't as enthusiastic. The thick, heavy formula was more filling that she expected. Her tummy was almost full already and she didn't know how much more she could take. She closed her eyes and kept sucking, hoping that the bottle would run dry before she puked it all back up. As each gulp became more difficult to swallow, she wanted to stop and rest but she knew that wouldn't be allowed. Tears began to well up in her eyes once again, and before long she found herself struggling to swallow down the sickly sweet formula through her sobs.

"Don't be such a crybaby. You're almost finished. Besides, tears won't work on me, little lady. You have no idea just how mean and nasty I can be, but you're going to find out if you don't drink every last drop of formula I give you. You stop drinking for even a second and I'll go fill this bottle back up to the top and you can start over. Would you like that?"

Melody already knew she wouldn't be able to take another bottle. She started suckling harder, trying to gulp down the last of the formula before the feeling of fullness in her stomach became too much to bear. The liquid in the bottle looked as though it was past the quarter way point, but there still seemed to be no end and Melody wondered if she would be able to finish. Miss Fifi, on the other hand, appeared very pleased with her new baby's progress. The stern look on her face began to soften again, into more of a cocky smirk.

"That's a good girl. Drink it all up. There's no point in trying to resist - I always get my way in the end. I remember we had another little girl come to stay with us. A real snotty, rich, spoiled little poodle bitch. Her husband sent her to spend a week with us in the hopes that we could teach her some respect. You see, she liked to go on huge shopping sprees and spend thousands of dollars on shoes, designer handbags, and all sorts of silly shit like that, and she'd always leave her poor hubby to foot the bill. Even then, she had nothing nice to say about him. In fact, I don't think she had anything nice to say about anyone. You should have heard all the rotten bad names she called me when I forced her into a straight jacket and taped a diaper on her. Did you want to hear a bed time story, dear?"

Melody said nothing, but groaned as her stomach stretched even further to accommodate the seemingly endless stream of formula. She kept drinking though, hoping the rubber nipple would go dry at any second. Miss Fifi's took this as her cue to continue reminiscing.

"Now, you have to understand this little girl didn't like diapers the way you do. She was deathly afraid of having a messy bottom, and she refused to eat or drink anything I offered her the first day. Let me tell you, that plan backfired on her. I simply stopped offering. For the next three days I didn't give her anything to eat. No skin off my nose, right? And the only thing she had to drink was the nice tall bottle of warm basset hound piss I gave her before bed. There was never even a reason to take her muzzle off, so I never had to listen to her dreary crying and begging for food. By the third day, I didn't even have to use the taser anymore..."

Miss Fifi's story was interrupted by the dry wheezing of the baby bottle which had finally been totally emptied. Melody was ever so relieved, but still her swollen tummy had her moaning. Miss Fifi's vile story actually went a long way in motivating Melody to finish those last excruciating sips. The idea of drinking fresh urine was quite repulsive to her, and she had no doubt that Miss Fifi would make good on her threats if she refused to finish the sinister potion of fiber and laxative.

"It's about time! My arm was getting sore," scolded Miss Fifi as she finally popped the large nipple out of fussing filly's mouth. "Now give mama a little burp."

Melody hesitated, bashfully, before relieving herself of all the extra air that she'd swallowed during her feeding. It did little to ease her painfully bloated stomach, but it did free up some space. Not only that, her dainty little burp seemed to amuse Miss Fifi, further softening her harsh glare.

"Well, aren't you just the cutest! I think you might be one of the most well behaved kids I've ever had the pleasure of caring for. Let's just hope you stay that way for the rest of the week," said Miss Fifi. Even her compliments came complete with implications of future torment, but it was that devilish mean streak that had attracted Melody to her in the first place.

Then, without anymore small talk, Miss Fifi dipped down and slid open one of the drawers that was built into the base of the oversized racecar bed. Within seconds she returned to the side of the bed clutching a confusing wad of leather straps, shiny metal rings, and buckles. Melody watched with a combination of dismay and delight as Miss Fifi untangled the knot of leather to reveal a bridle with a shiny red ball instead of a bit. The helpless filly didn't bother to protest as the red rubber ball was shoved into her mouth. She even stayed docile as Miss Fifi fitted the harness around her head and buckled the straps tightly, causing Melody to grunt slightly as the firm rubber ball in her mouth was pulled further back behind her teeth.

"I saw you eyeballing Marcus' muzzle today so I went and found you a nice gag of your own to suck on. This one even has a hole in it, so you can breathe easily tonight. How do you like it? C'mon, try it out," said Miss Fifi insistently.

"Hmmmpf," murmured Melody, blushing as she heard the sound of her own muffled voice. She had always wanted a real ball gag like this, but having no money and no idea where to even buy kinky toys like these, she'd been forced to improvise with wadded up panties her whole life. Not that she was complaining - she liked the taste of her own dirty laundry. But now she had a gag she couldn't spit out. This time it was for real. She tried to push out the lovely red ball with her tongue; it moved slightly, but wasn't even close to being dislodged. It was now clear that she'd have to remain silent until Miss Fifi decided to let her speak, though she wasn't sure when that might be.

"Seen but not heard, that's just how I like it," joked Miss Fifi as she sat down on the bed next to the heavily restrained teenager and looked over her naked, vulnerable body. She ran her fingers delicately across Melody's stomach, starting at the waistband of her plastic underpants and ending just below her breasts. As Fifi observed the young lady's nipples stiffen up, she couldn't help but get aroused herself, deciding to tease the girl a bit more before finally letting her rest for the night. "Do you want to know what happened to that naughty little poodle bitch I was telling you about?" she asked while tracing the outline Melody's areolas with the tip of her claw.

Melody nodded, quite ashamed to admit that she wanted more. Even after all of the tears she had shed this evening, she whimpered submissively as she arched her back in an effort to press her hard nipples against Miss Fifi's soft palms. Unconsciously, she pulled against her wrist restraints, reminding herself that she was totally defenseless in the hands of her mistress. Oh god, how she wished she could just touch herself and get some relief.

"Let's see, where was I?" started Miss Fifi, taking her time to ensure she'd have an adequate chance to tease her new love slave. "As I was saying, this brat didn't want to try any of my yummy recipes, hoping that could avoid having to spoil her nice clean Huggies. Of course, she was wallowing in her own filth by the end of the first day despite her futile efforts, and that's how she stayed nearly the whole week. Even without my special oatmeal, I can force my babies to mess themselves no matter how much they try to resist. An enema every morning after her daily diaper change is all it took to keep her sitting in a shit-filled diaper all day. By the third day of her involuntary hunger strike, she was pleading with me like a tyke begging her mother for a toy at the store. She apologized for every rotten thing she said. She apologized for every scratch she gave me. She even apologized to her husband, who wasn't even there to hear it. From that point on she was a lot more cooperative. Three days with no food or water had taught her just how insignificant she really was, and she hardly bothered to give us anymore trouble. Not that we took it easy on her after that..."

At this point, Miss Fifi paused. She took her hand off of Melody's tit and watched the poor girl squirm in frustration before proceeding further.

"Marzi and I turned that stuck up bitch into a potty pants pussy licker. If she didn't work hard enough to please us we'd just take turns using her various holes. I even took her out in public to show off her fancy new designer diapers. She looked so cute with her precious continental clip and that teeny little see through skirt. I'd drag her all over town on a leash, constantly checking her diapers and hurling insults at her. We even went to the park for her last diaper change before I had to send her home. It was a shame to let her leave, but I doubt her hubby had anymore problems with her. At least, he never had to call me again."

Miss Fifi could see that her story had greatly excited Melody, and she was legitimately impressed by the little slut's level of perversion for one who looked so young and innocent. She leaned over and got right in Melody's face.

"You want to know the moral of that story?" asked Miss Fifi, looking the nervous filly right in the eye. "The moral is, no matter how much you try to resists, or how much you struggle, I'll always win in the end. The more you fight back, the more fun it is for me. Don't forget that. You so much as roll your eyes at me from now on and I promise you'll find yourself strapped to the breeding rack, staring down into a shitty diaper just like Marcus. Only this time, you'll be the one to get fucked. I have a rather extensive collection of different strapons myself, all kinds of shapes and sizes. Now, I think you need to get some sleep or you're going to be cranky tomorrow, and that can be very dangerous when you're in this house."

Miss Fifi brushed the hair out of Melody's face, then leaned over and gave her a kiss on the nose before getting to her feet and pulling the blanket up over her nude body. She stood, casting a shadow Melody and said, "Good night, dear. I'll see you in the morning. I'm going to turn on this baby monitor to make sure you and Marcus aren't up gossiping all night. Let me warn you now, if I hear a single peep come through this speaker I'll send Marzipan in to see what the problem is. You wouldn't want to be seen in a vulnerable position like this, would you? Sweet dreams, baby girl."

Melody watched as Miss Fifi headed toward the exit, stopping to stick her head over the side of the crib on the way out. As she reached the door, she flicked off the lights and gently eased the door shut behind her. The sound of the deadbolt sliding into place signaled that escape was impossible.

Alone and in the dark, Melody felt like she was sinking into the bed, cozy and secure in her locking wrist and ankle cuffs. She would have liked to have tried yelling for help, just to see how well the gag could muffle her cries, but she knew Miss Fifi was listening. Unable to have any fun with her hands restrained at her sides, she wished she could sleep, but her stomach still ached from that dreadful formula. As she squirmed against her bindings, she could feel the contents of her swollen stomach splashing around. Soon, it was churning on its own and Melody began to get the sinking feeling that before too long she'd be having another episode like she had in the living room earlier.

Then, much earlier than expected, Miss Fifi's special recipe took Melody by surprise. Unable to get out of bed, she had no choice but to bit down on the gag in her mouth and push out another muddy load into her already well-used diaper. It wasn't as much as last time, but she knew there would be more to come soon. Though, she wasn't the only one who was still awake. Marcus had heard the whole ordeal from the comfort and security of his crib. Though, he didn't say anything, or even try to, Melody could hear him moving around from time to time. She wondered if he was suffering through the same kind tummy ache that she was. If so, it was going to be a long night for the both of them.