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The following is a work of fiction that includes age play, bondage, chastity, humiliation, domination, non-consensual sex, and lots of diapers full of urine and feces. Unless that lists sounds appealing to you, I suggest you stop reading now. Continue at your own risk.

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Fifi practically bounced down the hallway with excitement. Today was going to be a fun day for her and her little pets. The massive basset hound moved quickly despite her conspicuous waistline, no doubt excited to get on with the next part of her plan. A big shameless smirk was still plastered to her face as she clutched the video camera in her paw. She couldn't wait to copy this footage of Melody's humiliating diaper change to her backup hard drives where it would be nice and safe. This was all she'd need to make sure Melody never told a soul about any of their little games, and she wasn't going to risk losing it.

"C'mon, stop pouting and let's go," she said impatiently as she reached the entrance of the kitchen and turned to find Marcus was still straggling behind.

The steel hardware of Marcus' leather collar and cuffs jingled as he picked up the pace, not wanting to make his situation even worse. His piss-soaked diapers had been stuffed with booster pads to make sure they wouldn't leak again, and the extra padding was giving him a noticeable little waddle. Of course, the firm rubber butt plug in his ass wasn't helping either. He'd been plugged since this morning, ever since Marzipan left for work, and as much as he hated to admit it, he would have been happier sitting in a messy diaper all day. Worse still, he couldn't stop remembering the panicked look in Melody's eyes when he pointed that camera at her. He was disgusted with himself for being Fifi's obedient little tool - all to save his own ass. There was an obvious look of contempt in his eyes by the time he met up with Fifi in the kitchen.

The sadistic matriarch, still delighted with her own wickedness, had already sat down at the table and poured herself a celebratory glass of wine by the time Marcus came waddling through the door. She could tell that he was still upset about what had just happened in the nursery. The adorable submissiveness he had displayed earlier was gone; now he looked more like the ornery teenager that told her to "shove it" when he was dropped off at her house two days ago. Though, that's not to say she was at all intimidated by his rebellious spirit - quite the opposite in fact. She immediately began taunting the stern-faced brat, hoping to evoke some kind of insolent response just so she could put him back in his place.

"Took you long enough," said Fifi, swirling the wine around in her glass as Marcus stood before her waiting uncomfortably in his dainty pink apron and muzzle for his next assignment. He shifted back and forth on his legs awkwardly, wondering what would happen next as Fifi downed an entire glass of wine in a few long sips before continuing to chew the boy out. "When I tell you to follow me, I expect you to actually keep up. Is that too hard for you?"

Marcus shook his head, answering with no hesitation, but the intense look in his eye was still present.

"Good. Because I don't have the patience to deal with a dawdling, whimpering, pouting little diaper baby. Is that understood?"

Again, Marcus responded obediently by nodding his head. Even though he wanted nothing more that to show his disdain for this evil woman, she had trained him so well that he didn't think twice before responding to her every question with the answer she wanted to hear. Not that Fifi would let that spoil her fun. She'd simply have to ask the right questions to get under his fur.

Maybe she'd tease him about his girly pink outfit next, He always hated that. Or comment on how loud his diaper cover crinkled when he walked, or snidely compliment him for keeping his bib so drool free. Though, if she really wanted to see him huff and puff, she just had to offer him something he wanted, and then take it away. He was always so easy to antagonize.

"Aw, is something the matter? You seem upset, sweetie. Does my little wolf pup have to make a poopy? Is that why you have that constipated look on your face?"

Immediately, Marcus' ears perked up. After a short pause, he began to nod his head nervously. Naturally, he was skeptical of the sadistic basset's apparent sweetness, but at the same time he was desperate to get the rubber plug out of his tail hole. As embarrassing as it was, he would rather get another dose of laxatives and spend the day soiling himself if it meant the plug would come out. Unfortunately, the sudden grin on Fifi's face told him it was all a trick to get his hopes up.

"Oh no, you poor thing," she said, being as blatantly patronizing as ever while pouring herself a second glass of wine. "Don't worry. I'll have Marzipan give you a nice enema as soon as she gets home. That should clean you right out."

With that, Marcus' ears drooped down once again. He was hardly surprised, though. Every time Fifi seemed to be easing up on him, it was always a ruse to get his hopes up. Still, he felt incredibly foolish for falling for it. He knew that was exactly what she wanted and it only made him more resentful when he thought about how she so obviously relished his suffering and frustration. Despite his increasing aggravation, he still had the presence of mind to lower his sights toward the floor to avoid accidentally shooting a petulant gaze at Fifi who would surely take even more pleasure in punishing him for it. However, the moment he looked away, he heard a click, followed by the sounds of Melody sobbing.

Immediately, he looked back up to see what Fifi was up to his time. Apparently, she'd pulled a baby monitor from her apron pocket so she could check on her other plaything who was still tied to the changing table in the nursery. She sipped her wine as she watched the choppy video stream playing on the baby monitor, acting totally oblivious to Marcus who was listening intently to the sounds coming from the nursery. Finally, after a full minute of suspense, Fifi looked up from the small LCD screen with mischievous smile on her face.

"Don't worry about Melody," she said, leaning back with a whicked grin. She could see he was eager for an update on Melody. His concern for a pretty girl in distress was kind of cute, but she was going to use it against him nonetheless. "I just checked on her and she's perfectly okay."

Marcus was perplexed. How could Melody be okay? Anyone with ears as big as a basset hound's could hear that she was bawling her eyes out and rattling the metal stirrups of the changing table with all her might. Growing tired of Fifi's twisted little game, he turned his head and averted his gaze to hide his anger. He hadn't fooled Fifi though. The sly hound continued.

"Don't believe me? I just checked. She's still on the table where we left her; nice and safe, strapped to the table where she can't hurt herself. She'll tire herself out soon. Then I'll go fetch her, dress her up like a little slut, and bring her down her for a nice tasty breakfast. Hopefully she learns that these little tantrums are pointless. She's never going to bust those restraints..."

Fifi paused for a moment, noticing that Marcus had actually balled his paws into little angry fists as he listened to her explanation of what "okay" meant. She chuckled darkly, amused by how puffed up and angry her little sissy bitch was getting. She was so close to getting a reaction out of him that she couldn't stop now.

"Oh no, you look like you're about to cry. Do I have a cranky pup? Maybe I should put you down for a nap in the crib and then have some more fun with Melody. I've got a really nice punishment planned for her later. I'm not sure what I'm going to punish her for, but I'll think of something..."

Again, Fifi paused. She was sure she'd heard a growl escape from Marcus' throat while she was gloating about her kinky plans for later. Of course, Marcus realized he'd fucked up the moment she stopped talking and got to her feet. He didn't think she'd hear his defiant little noise while she was busy babbling, however he underestimated her hearing.

She grabbed the leather hand mitts off the counter near the sink. That's where she'd taken his mitts off this morning so he could do the dishes from last night's dinner. Now they were going back on, and possibly for good. She hadn't decided yet. Fifi stepped in front of Marcus and before he had time to even think about putting up a fight, she grabbed his left paw and angrily pulled the leather mitt over it. She made sure to squeeze his wrist tightly to show that she wasn't playing around. She tightened the wrist strap and slipped a miniature padlock through the locking buckle, and clicked it shut. A moment later, his right paw met the same fate. Finally, she reached into her apron pocket for the finishing touch, a locking carabiner to bind the brat's wrists together in front of him.

Sure enough, the look of rage in his eyes was quickly replaced with worry. He could feel how easily she overpowered him. It's no wonder he didn't have the balls to throw a single punch, she could have clobbered him into next week if she wanted to. Just like that, the growling wolf boy was once again reduced to a whimpering little sissy as Fifi grabbed him by the back of his collar and held on tightly to make sure he couldn't wriggle away.

"What was that noise you made, young man? Go ahead, growl at me again and see what happens," said Fifi, glaring down at the boy. There was no longer any trace of a smile left on her face. She was nearly strangling him with his collar at this point. Of course, it was totally intentional. She wanted to scare him back into the gutless little slug she'd been toying with all morning. This new attitude of his wouldn't be tolerated.

She could see all his courage melting away into fear as he stared silently up at her. He knew there was nothing he could say to stop whatever was going to happen next, especially while he was wearing a muzzle. Again, he felt his collar tighten around the front of his scrawny neck, making it slightly harder to breath. Trembling in fear, he closed his eyes and pissed himself, hoping his pathetic display of submissiveness would at least get him some mercy from the sadistic Miss Fifi.

"Yeah, that's what I thought," snarled Fifi, easing her grip on Marcus' collar. With a single sniff, her vigilant nose could detect the scent of fresh urine emanating from the quivering teenager. There was no point in terrorizing him further with the threat of strangulation - she was satisfied that she'd gotten her point across. Admittedly, there was even a twinge of guilt when she thought about how rough she'd gotten with him a moment ago. She'd never admit it, but she did soften her expression a bit as she grabbed him by his flabby bicep and pulled him over to where she'd been sitting. Stripping off his apron, she pushed him up against the table, reassuming the tone of an annoyed mother as she ordered him to 'assume the position.'

Afraid he'd earn the wrath of Fifi once again, he bent his body over the side of the table with his bound wrists out in front of him. He shuddered as his exposed belly came into contact with the cold surface of the table and got ready for what he could only assume would be another spanking. Sure enough, he felt Miss Fifi tugging at his diaper covers in an effort to remove the miniature padlock that kept them securely chained around his waist. A moment later, he felt the waistband of his diaper cover slacken for the first time since he was locked into his diapers that morning. The anxious pup stayed silent as Fifi got to work.

Knowing how much Marcus hated wearing hot, uncomfortable diaper covers, it was her pleasure to make him wear as many extra layers as she could. First, she pulled down the locking diaper cover, leaving it wrapped around his chubby thighs. It was cloth on the outside, but lined with a layer of plastic. It made things very warm to say the least, but that wasn't all. Underneath were five layers of plastic diaper covers, all different sissy colors and patterns. She pulled them down one at a time, and soon reached the final layer, a pair of thick rubber undies that were at least a couple sizes too small. The tight rubber kept baby's diaper firmly against his skin and helped keep the butt plug deep in his ass. It was so tight Fifi could barely get her thumb into the waistband to pull them down, but eventually she persevered and left the rubber undies clinging to the brat's thighs with the rest of his protective underpants.

She pressed her hand against the seat of the boy's diaper to see if she could detect any moisture. The outside of the diaper was nice and dry, even though the inside was clearly soaked with urine. No matter, she yanked his diaper down so the waistband rested just underneath his plump, fresh-shaven butt cheeks.

"Ooh, so smooth," she said, smacking his bald rump with the hint of a laughter on her breath. "Just make sure to keep that tail up, or I'll snip it off."

Marcus lowered his ears and sulked a bit, careful not to make any sound that could be interpreted as rebelliousness. He still couldn't believe he'd been shaved clean down there. He could only imagine how ridiculous his hairless butt must have looked, all propped up and put on display. That's pretty much how Marzipan described it when she was pegging him from behind that morning before work. She laughed and joked about his "baby tushy" throughout the entire ordeal, but the teasing got even worse when she saw the front of his diaper area had been shaven as well. According to Marz, his hairless balls looked like two little grapes sticking out from underneath his chastity device. He knew it must be true because Miss Fifi said the same thing right after the finished shaving him.

Suddenly, he had more important things to worry about as he felt something smack against his bare buns. Fifi had taken a long-handled spoon made out of heavy wood from the drawer and was now using it to beat Marcus' bottom. She went fast with no breaks, delivering roughly fifteen blows in just a few seconds. The teenage sissy started hollering almost instantly, making as much noise as he could with a muzzle holding his mouth shut.

"Pipe down, you big baby! You wanted to be the big bad wolf. Well, now you suffer the consequences," barked Fifi, taking a short break to allow her whimpering ward a chance to feel the sting of her mighty disciplinary spoon.

Marcus quieted himself as best he could. For the moment, the spanking had stopped and he could regain his composure. He shut his eyes and took some deep breaths. As long as he didn't get into a panic and start struggling he might make it out of this without another punishment. Nonetheless, he couldn't help but whine like a little girl as he continued to feel the throbbing pain left over by the spoon.

"I hope you remember this," said Fifi, "Because I might need you to be my camera slave again later, and I'm not going to tolerate this angsty bullshit every time, understand?"

Marcus didn't respond, but Fifi wouldn't fault him for that as long as he kept doing as he was told. Still, she figured a few more good whacks across his backside would help cement this whole experience in his mind. Lifting her spoon once again, she began swatting the defenseless teen on his already red rear-end, refusing to let up until the pathetic little sissy was crying and begging for mercy. That's how all her spankings ended.

Sure enough, Marcus couldn't help himself. After only about twenty quick smacks he found himself howling in pain with tears on his cheeks. He tried to wriggle away, but Fifi grabbed hold of his tail, pulling it up out of her way and using it to hold him in place while she finished. She wanted to make sure every inch of his ass was burning and glowing bright red.

"There we go. Now everyone can see what a snot-nosed little brat you are by the redness of your bottom," she said, taking a step back to get a better look at her baby's inflamed ass cheeks. She smirked, satisfied with her work. The sniveling brat had some very painful looking spoon-shaped welts on his swollen backside, but no blood. She didn't want to send him home to his mama with any new scars. At least not physical ones. She continued tormenting Marcus, using her wooden spoon to push on the base of the butt plug that poked out conspicuously from between his stinging butt cheeks. Each time she pushed on the wide base of the plug, she saw Marcus' tushy tense up in an effort to keep the plug from going in any deeper. She decided to have some more fun with him before she let him up off the table. "Just lay here for a moment, sweety," she said, "I'm going to find a bigger plug for that tight little tail hole of yours."

Against all his better instincts, Marcus immediately began to shake his head and start bawling, hoping she would take pity on him. He was already miserable, so he couldn't imagine spending the rest of the day with an even bigger plug up his butt.

"Oh no, looks like we still have a fussy baby. I guess I'll have to go get the biggest plug I have," she said, teasing the poor helpless boy while he begged for forgiveness with tears in his eyes. "It's about the size of... Actually, what am I saying? It is the size of my fist. In fact, it's a life-size replica of my fist cast in flexible black silicone. I call it 'The Tower of Power' and I bet I could get it up your narrow tailpipe after only a few hours of loosening you up."

Marcus immediately stopped his whining and continued crying as silently as he could. He was quivering in fear, waiting for his tail hole to be obliterated, when he heard Fifi burst into uncharacteristic laughter.

"Alright, settle down, you big crybaby. You haven't earned a round with 'The Tower' yet, but you better just keep that in the back of your mind the next time you decide to get all pissy with me, understand?"

Marcus breathed a sigh of relief. He nodded his head, promising to be good. He swore to himself he'd never again complain about the medium sized plug again, at least it wasn't the size of anyone's fist. However, Miss Fifi didn't give him much time to enjoy his lucky break.

The amused tone disappeared completely from her voice as she started giving orders again. "Stand up and face me, you big baby," she barked, putting the end of the spoon to Marcus' throbbing tushy as though she intended to strike him again.

Afraid of another whack on his already fiery bottom, he quickly straightened up and turned around to face his malevolent caretaker as he was told. He tried giving her the puppy-dog eyes to show how sorry he was.

"You know that doesn't work on me," she said, arching a brow as she pointed to the far end of the kitchen with her trusty spoon. "Get you nose in that corner right now or you'll be sorry."

Without so much as a sideways glance, he shuffled over to the other side of the kitchen and shoved his nose in the corner. Honestly, he was glad to be sent for a timeout if it meant he would be left alone for a few minutes. Though, before Fifi could leave, she had to make sure he wouldn't dare move a muscle.

"If I find this on the floor when I come back, I'll do something so horrible to Melody you'll never forgive yourself. Then I'll do the same to you," she said, threatening Marcus as she balanced her long wooden spoon on top of his muzzle, allowing it to rest safely in the corner. As long as he stayed perfectly still, and kept his nose planted in this corner of the room, he would be fine. However, if he moved his head for any reason, the spoon would fall and leave her with a clear indication of his misdeeds. From the worried look in his eyes, it was clear that Marcus understood exactly how this whole setup worked as well.

"Now, I'm going to go and have some fun with Melody," said Fifi. "You can listen in on the baby monitor. Feel free to fondle your useless little dick all you want too. Tell you what; if you can get out of that chastity device I'll jerk you off myself, with fancy scented lotion and everything."

With that, Miss Fifi headed for the nursery, leaving Marcus alone in his corner to reflect on the stinging of his red buttocks. However, as soon as he heard Fifi's heavy steps fade into the distance, he started trying to slip off his chastity device. With his wrists bound in front of him, his paws were positioned right in front of his crotch. The only problem was the thick leather mitts that made even the simplest tasks impossible.

He tried to handle his privates with his useless mitted paws, but he couldn't get the slightest grip on the tight chastity device. He couldn't even touch his worthless little worm, but just poking around down there was enough to make his tiny prick start to get hard. He groaned in pain as his neglected little penis slowly expanded, filling the stubby cock-tube, and pressing against the rubber spikes that lined the cruel device. Shutting his eyes tight, he bit his lip and hoped he would go soft again soon. At the same time, he was careful not to move his head for fear that the spoon would come crashing to the floor, earning Melody and himself another punishment.

Nonetheless, after only a couple minutes his neck was getting stiff and he started to wonder how long he would be left in this position. The only thing he had to keep his mind off his uncomfortable predicament was the sounds from the baby monitor. He could still hear Melody's whimpering, and as dirty as it made him feel, he couldn't help but imagine her tied to the table, still naked except for her clean, fresh diaper. With that image in his mind, there was no way he'd go flaccid anytime soon. Luckily, he was soon startled out of his perverted little fantasies as a loud thud, most likely the sound of the heavy nursery door being slammed shut, came through the speakers of the baby monitor. Sure enough, Miss Fifi's voice was the next thing to be heard, and it came with the usual condescending tone.

** ** "Oh no, has my little filly been up here crying? Your pretty face is all soaked with tears. Well, don't worry sweety. Mama's here now."

_ _ Groans and whimpers could still be heard in the background, but Fifi simply raised her voice and spoke over them.

** ** "What's all the fuss? Are you worried about that little home movie we made? Well, don't worry about that. It's nice and safe in my bedroom right now. I'm uploading it to my web server as we speak so there's no chance we'll lose it."

Melody's pathetic whimpering increased in volume. She could be heard pleading despite the ball gag still lodged deep in her mouth, but her words were unintelligible.

** ** "Now that's enough! You better just shut up right now. As long as that gag is in your mouth, I expect you to be seen and not heard, is that understood?"

_ _ There was a short pause for a moment, but soon Melody was rambling again. Marcus tried listening closely, but her undignified babyish babbling was no less incomprehensible than before.

_ "I said shut it! Or I'm going to put that little video of yours is going up on my website for my fans to enjoy. Then it's just a matter of time before someone at your school gets an email with the link. You can just imagine how fast a hot piece of gossip like that will spread."_

_ _ Melody must have decided this punishment wasn't worth it.The baby monitor went silent for a bit before Fifi started in again.

** ** "Aw, don't look at me like that. You're the one who wanted to be my depraved little diaper slave, remember?"

_ _ Again, there was no audible response. Marcus wished he could watch what was happening on the monitor, but he didn't dare try any funny stuff while he was supposed to be in timeout. He always got caught somehow. For all he knew, there was another camera on him right now.

** ** "That's a good girl. Now, I'm going to take this gag out. Remember, you'll be held responsible for every word out of your mouth, and I'm a very strict mama. If I so much as disapprove of your tone, you'll find yourself sucking on a bar of soap, or worse. You got that?"

Only feint background noise can be heard through the static, followed by Melody smacking her lips, most likely trying to get the taste of the rubber out of her mouth now that the gag had been removed. Her jaw was probably throbbing after being gagged for so long, but that didn't stop her from trying to strike up a conversation the second her mouth was free.

** ** "Please don't put that video online. I swear I'll be good if you promise to destroy..."

_ _ That is, until she was interrupted by Miss Fifi.

** ** "Bitch, please. You're in no position to be negotiating. I don't need to make promises, because I make the rules. Get it, honey?"

_ _ An indignant grumble could be heard as the frustrated filly realized her concerns were being thoroughly dismissed as though she were nothing more than an annoying child. Marcus half expected to hear Melody get a smack across the face right then, but instead the domineering basset hound only countered with a dose of reality.

** ** "Just stop it with the tough girl act, young lady. You're wearing diapers like a baby, and you've clearly been bawling your eyes out. Your snotty little attitude isn't going to intimidate anyone. Tell me, how 'tough' were you feeling last night when you crapped your pants in front of everyone and ran out of the room crying?"

There was a short pause. Presumably, Fifi was waiting to see if her grumpy little foal would take the bratty behavior to another level, but Melody stayed silent.

"That's better. Now I'm going to let you up off this table, but be warned. You better mind your manners and do exactly what I say or I'm going to beat the fur off your butt and leave you whimpering in the playpen until Auntie Marzipan gets home."

_ _ Again, there was no response from Melody. Some faint sounds could be heard, but no voices could be heard coming from the nursery. Just as Marcus was beginning to wonder if the baby monitor was running out of batteries, Fifi's voice crackled through the speakers, louder than ever.

"No, the mitts are staying on. I don't want you touching you diapers or anything else. You're still on thin ice with me, young lady. Now, would you like some clothes, or do you prefer to just prance around in nothing but your Huggies."

"Yes, ma'am..."

Marcus was surprised by the change in Melody's tone. She sounded like a bashful little girl, very small and quiet. It was strange to hear her using such good manners. Though Fifi was still being as big a bitch as ever.

"Yes? As in, you prefer to stay naked? Okay, then let's just go downstairs and..."

_ "No, ma'am, clothes... please."_

_ "Ah, good choice. Better cover up those big jiggly udders before Marcus falls in love with you. I swear, that pervy little wolf can't keep his eyes off your fun-bags."_

Marcus sighed; of course Fifi couldn't go five minutes without making him look bad in front of Melody. That said, he certainly wouldn't have minded if the well-endowed Clydesdale decided to go shirtless. As inappropriate as it was, he couldn't help but have a little crush on Melody; she was the only girl besides his mom that he'd ever seen naked, and she even had a thing for diapers like he did. He didn't delude himself into thinking that a big beauty like Melody would ever be interesting in someone like him, but he could still fantasize. He wondered what Fifi meant when she said she was going to dress Melody up like a slut, because from the sounds of it, the fashion conscious teenager wasn't too happy with her outfit.

"What's that face for? You don't like it? Too cutesy?"

_ "No, ma'am, it's just a little..."_

As usual, Melody was cut off by Fifi. For a basset hound with such big ears, she was definitely not a good listener.

"Well tough cookies! I think you look positively adorable. Besides, what does a baby know about fashion?"

_ "Nothing, ma'am..."_

_ "Exactly right, dear, nothing. Now how would you like to finally get out of this nursery and get some food in your tummy?"_

_ "Yes, ma'am..."_

_ "It's nice to such good manners from my sweet little filly. Keep this up and I might have to give you a nice treat tonight before bed. But first, let's see if you can make it through your first meal as a baby. Come on, take my arm and we'll walk together."_

_ "But..."_

_ "Now!"_

_ "Yes, ma'am..."_