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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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Melody came to a stop just outside the kitchen. It was such a wide-open room and all the windows were open, too. She suddenly felt very exposed. It felt so strange to be walking around the house all dolled up like a big baby. If she ever indulged her infantile fantasies in the past, it had always been in the privacy of a locked room. Now she was forced out in the open where anyone could walk by and see her in this embarrassing outfit.

She wasn't even allowed to wear pants. All she got to cover her diaper was a pink satin diaper cover. The back was covered in ruffles with a precious little bow decorating the front of the waistband. Though, while the outside was all cute and babyish, the inside was lined with plastic to make sure she didn't soak through if she flooded her diapers. Other than that, she wore a light pink t-shit that was so small it barely covered the bottom of her breasts. Then, to make her look even more babyish, she had to wear an adorable adult-sized bib that said "Mama's Girl" in bright, bold letters. The finishing touch was a pair of pink leather ankle-cuffs to match her protective hand mitts, and some nice girly bows in her mane and tail. It was the kind of thing she might have fantasized about, but to actually have to walk around dressed like this? She didn't know if she could go through with it. However, Miss Fifi was following close behind to make sure she didn't wimp out.

"Get your head out of the clouds and move your ass, girl!" hollered the big basset hound from behind.

"Yes, ma'am," said Melody. She didn't even turn around to look. She knew it would only make her impatient nanny even angrier, and she didn't need anymore trouble at the moment. She took a deep breath and crossed the threshold into the kitchen, half expecting a camera crew to jump out. Instead, nothing happened. Melody sighed in relief. However, the tranquil atmosphere in the kitchen was shattered as Fifi came stomping into the room behind her.

"What are you standing around for?" asked Fifi, grabbing the big filly under the arm and pulling her toward the table. "Sit down at the table and wait for me to get your breakfast ready."

"Yes, ma'am," said Melody nervously. She plopped down in the closest seat and watched as Miss Fifi grabbed a large bowl from the fridge. She set it on the counter and started spooning large globs of gooey oatmeal into a smaller bowl, humming a merry tune as she worked.

"Is this the same oatmeal you feed to Marcus?" asked Melody timidly.

Fifi didn't respond. She had to let her hungry foal know that it wasn't question and answer time. Of course it was the same oatmeal. Complete with all the extra ingredients like fiber and laxatives to make sure her big shy baby wouldn't have any trouble using her diapers when the time came. Fifi grinned as she placed the bowl in the microwave, imagining the fireworks that would be going off in Melody's stomach later.

"Well... is it?" asked Melody with slightly more volume in her voice, somehow thinking that Fifi didn't hear her the first time.

"Does it matter?" replied Fifi, impatiently. "You're going to eat whatever I give you, and you're going to like it."

"Yes, ma'am, but... I don't want to have another accident like I did last night," said Melody. She knew she was pressing the issue, lowering her head submissively as Fifi turned to face her.

"I'm getting annoyed, young lady. If you want to know what happens to nosey brats to annoy me, just ask Marcus," said Fifi, motioning to the corner of the room.

Melody spun her head around to find Marcus in the corner, standing perfectly still with his nose in the corner. He had a wooden spoon balanced on his muzzle and he hadn't made a peep since she came in. His diapers were pulled down around his thighs and bottom was bright red. Melody wished she could have been there to see him get his spanking. The idea of a grown boy being reduced to a crying child was very exciting.

"You shaved his butt?" asked Melody.

"Yeah, this morning," said Fifi, suddenly becoming very talkative. It seemed she always had the time to gossip as long as it was at the expense of one of her playthings. "I tell you, he made such a terrible mess in his diapers. I had to take him straight to the shower room to hose the filth out of his fur. Once the little stinker was clean and sanitary, I took the electric razor to his to fanny to make sure I wouldn't have that problem again. Of course I took the razor between his legs too. I even got the front of his diaper area. At least he doesn't get his fur caught in his chastity device anymore."

Melody began to feel tingly again just imagining how humiliated Marcus must have felt with everyone staring at him. She saw how he had his tail tucked between his legs like a submissive bitch. She saw how he had his ears lowered in shame. She could see everything, and there was nothing he could do about it.

"C'mon Marcus, lift that tail so everyone can see how well I beat your ass," gloated Fifi. "You sure were bawling, weren't you?"

Unable to speak with the leather muzzle binding his mouth shut, Marcus could only answer with a vague grunt. Nonetheless, he still received praise from Miss Fifi for lifting his tail up to show Melody his welt-covered behind.

"That's a good bitch," said Fifi. She turned to back to face Melody. "This snot-nose had the audacity to growl at me, so I had to put him in his place. You see that black thing peeking out from in between his ass cheeks?"

"Yes, ma'am," answered Melody.

"It's a nice fat butt plug. I call it the Pacifier because it turns little brats like him into docile sissy sluts. He doesn't like it much though. You should have heard him squealing when Marzipan shoved it up his tailpipe."

"Will you ever take it out?" asked Melody. She loved hearing stories about how the women of the house had completely emasculated this runt.

"Don't ask such a stupid questions," replied Fifi. "Of course it will have to come out eventually, but I'm not touching it. Marzipan put it in, so I'll let her decide when it comes out. Unfortunately for him, Marz won't be back for a good long while. So if I had to wager a guess, I'd say it won't come out until tonight. Knowing Marzipan, she'll wait until his tail hole is all loosened up and she has him begging for her strap-on."

Melody blushed, squirming in her chair. Her head was swimming as she thought about the punishments Marcus had suffered and the butt fucking he'd surely receive later tonight. She was so wrapped up in her fantasies that she'd nearly forgotten about her own predicament. Hungry for more dirty details, she asked, "How... um... big is it? The Pacifier, that is."

"You're just full of questions this morning, aren't you? Dirty girl," said Fifi. "Let's just say it's big enough to let him know that we own his ass now. Each time his tail hole clenches down around the base of that butt plug, he gets an unpleasant reminder of his status around the house. I'm even planning to send a couple different sizes home with him, so his mama will have a Pacifier to shove up his rump whenever he gets too sassy for his own good."

Before Melody could say anything, the timer on the microwave was going off. Suddenly, the horny filly remembered that it was her in the hot seat - her turn to suffer. Marcus might have been stuck in the corner trying to balance a wooden spoon on his muzzle, but she would soon be the center of attention again. She watched anxiously as Fifi grabbed the hot bowl from the microwave and set in on the table across from her. Fifi sat down in the chair closest to her nervous baby girl. She grinned at Melody, looking her over.

"No need to be jealous, Melody," said Fifi, noticing two rigid nipples through the girl's tight little t-shirt. "I have plenty of Pacifiers to go around. If you get on my nerves, you might find yourself plugged up for a day or more. I have all shapes and sizes too. So I should be able to find something long and thick enough to satisfy a masochistic slut like you."

"No, ma'am, I'll be good," said Melody, looking down at the bowl of oatmeal steaming on the table in front of her.

"We'll see," said Fifi as she pulled a bottle out of her apron pocket, holding the label out toward Melody so she'd be able to read the words "castor oil." With a smirk, the sadistic hound poured several times the recommended dose into the oatmeal. She began stirring it all together while teasing her horrified plaything. "Y'know, there is one benefit to having a fat plug up your pooper all day. At least that would keep you from pushing out another grunter in front of your Auntie. Because let me tell you, you're going to be helplessly shitting your diapers for the rest of the day after you eat this."

Melody grimaced in disgust as she watched Fifi scoop a glob of sticky oatmeal onto a rubber-coated spoon. The stuff looked like lumpy glue and had a really off-putting smell that only got worse as Fifi held the spoonful under Melody's nose. The finicky teenager thought about smacking the spoon away and making a break for it, but where would she go? Even if she could manager to unlock the front door with her hands in mitts, she couldn't run outside dressed in a diaper and a bib. She was trapped. Nothing could get her out of this. After all, Miss Fifi still had that little home movie of theirs, and Melody would do anything to avoid being exposed as a pants-shitting crybaby. Defeated, she shut her eyes, opened up her mouth, and waited for her breakfast.

"Woops," said Fifi sarcastically, smearing lukewarm gunk all over the waiting girl's lips. "Such a messy baby."

Melody's eyes sprung open to see Fifi grinning like an arrogant bitch. Why does she have to make this even more embarrassing than it already is, thought Melody. She reached up to wipe the excess oatmeal off her face, but Fifi stopped her.

"No! Absolutely not, missy. You better keep those mitts folded in your lap until I excuse you from this table, is that understood?"

Livid, Melody slammed her hands back down into her lap and looked away to hide the tears that were welling up in her eyes. Too afraid to stand up for herself, she could only grumble, "Yes, ma'am."

"Calm down, little girl," said Fifi, putting on a very serious tone as she stood up and leaned over the feisty brat. The imposing basset hound grabbed Melody under the chin, and forced her to meet her gaze. "You don't want to know what I have planned if you're stupid enough to keep up this snotty attitude of yours."

Sure enough, Melody seemed to shrink down in her chair as Fifi's shadow was cast over her. The intensity vanished from the frightened filly's eyes and her tight-lipped scowl softened into childish pouting. Though, despite her submissive demeanor, Fifi still wasn't satisfied.

"Here, let mama wipe your face," said Fifi, still holding the trembling girl by the chin. With her other paw, she reached down and grabbed Melody's bib, using it to wipe the crusty oatmeal off her face. The forceful matron used a firm hand on the poor girl, aggressive scrubbing the end of Melody's muzzle hard enough to make her groan in discomfort as she fidgeted around on her seat. By the time Fifi let up, Melody had tears of frustration and resentment running down her pretty face.

"Aw, don't start crying already," sneered Fifi as she finally let go of Melody's chin. However, that didn't mean Fifi was done tormenting the poor girl. A moment later, she reached down and grabbed Melody's revealing little t-shirt, yanking it up to reveal the bare breasts underneath. Even after Fifi let go, the bottom of the t-shirt continued to rest on top of the filly's large breasts leaving her rock-hard nipples exposed to the cool air.

Melody looked down to see her breasts hanging out in the open. Her bib still rested between her massive tits, but it didn't cover much. In her shock and surprise, she almost made the mistake of raising her arms to try and pull her shirt back down until she remembered Fifi's threatening words from before. Mortified, Melody submissively left her hands lying limp in her lap while the older woman ogled her shameful nakedness.

"You could cut glass with those." said Fifi, shaming the defenseless girl about her involuntary arousal. "You really are a depraved little diaper-baby, you know that?"

"Yes, ma'am," replied Melody faintly. She lowered her eyes, too ashamed to look her mean mommy in the eye. She was even more embarrassing, knowing Marcus was listening in from the other side of the room.

Pleased with Melody's slave-like obedience, Fifi sat back down, deciding it was time to continue on the feeding. "Open up for the choo-choo," she said, holding another spoonful of pasty-white slop in front of Melody's face.

Again, the tormented teen opened her mouth and waited to be fed like a helpless baby. Sure enough, a heaping spoon-load of oatmeal was shoved into her waiting mouth and snatched back out before Melody could get her lips closed around it. As a result, she found her lips and chin once again coated with food. She expected another scolding, but Fifi wasn't stopping to wipe her clean face this time. Instead, another generous spoonful of oatmeal came toward her face, then another, and another after that. Melody could hardly swallow one bite before another spoonful was deposited into her already overflowing mouth.

"C'mon, sweetie, eat your num-nums. I know you're hungry," said Fifi in a patronizing tone, pausing for a moment to give Melody a chance to catch up.

Melody was panting for air by the time she'd muscled down the whole mouthful, relieved she hadn't starting choking. The oatmeal was so gummy it was hard to swallow, and tasted so bad she could hardly keep it down. It had almost no flavor besides the castor oil Fifi had added earlier, and Melody wasn't looking forward to tasting the next mouthful that was already on the way. Again, Melody found herself trying to gobble down as much she could while spoonful after spoonful of oatmeal was forced into her open mouth.

"Try to keep it in your mouth, sweetie," said Fifi, still shoveling the sticky mush into the hungry filly's face. By now, the girl messy girl's nose and lips were coated, and her bib resembled a Rorschach test.

Melody wanted to cry out and yell "stop," but she couldn't utter a word with her mouth so full. She had to swallow down oatmeal so fast she could hardly breathe, and she didn't know how much more she could take. Her stomach didn't feel too full, but the taste was starting to make her queasy and she was nearly in a panic as she thought about being sick all over her cruel nanny. Luckily, Fifi soon placed the spoon back in the bowl and began rooting around in her apron pockets, giving the sloppy baby a chance to swallow the remaining food in her mouth and regain her composure.

"No... No more, please," gasped Melody as she gulped down the last foul-tasting morsel. She placed her hands on her stomach to sooth her tummy and sunk down in her chair, surrendering completely. However, as the chaos and confusion of breakfast died down, she heard something that sent a chill down her spine. A cell phone was ringing somewhere in the room, and it had Melody's ring tone.

At first, the confused filly had no idea what was going on. She had no idea where the noise could be coming from. As far as she knew, her cell phone was still packed in her suitcase with the rest of her things. However, everything started to make sense when she saw what Fifi had been digging in her pockets for. Melody's eyes went wide when she saw her cell phone in Miss Fifi's dastardly claws.

"Aw, they already hung up," said Fifi, shooting a malevolent smile over to Melody who was still flabbergasted.

"You stole my phone?!" said Melody accusingly. She knew she was being reckless and stupid, raising her voice to the abusive basset hound, but she was so upset she couldn't help it. Fifi already had total control over her, why did she have to take her phone too?

"Hey now, don't take that tone with me, young lady. I was simply unpacking your bags like any loving mommy would do. I'm just going to holding on to your expensive little toy to keep it safe until it's time for you to go home," replied Fifi, still playing around with the smartphone in her paws. "Besides, it's not my fault you don't have a password on your phone. Why do you have so many boys' numbers in your contact list, anyway?"

"They're just friends, so what?" answered Melody defensively.

"Yeah, I'm sure you're not crushing on any of these guys," said Fifi, smirking. "I'm tempted to call a couple of these studs and get a house party going. It's been a while since there have been any real men in the house."

"No! Please don't. I'll be good. Just don't call anyone," pleaded Melody.

"Why? Afraid you'll never be able to find a boyfriend if this picture gets out?" said Fifi, holding the phone up and snapping a photo with the built in camera. She continued her teasing as she turned the phone around to show the picture to the terrified teen. "I wouldn't worry. Most guys like submissive girls - the more helpless and dependant the better. This picture alone could get you a few dates to the prom."

Melody didn't even want to see, but she had to know what she looked like. More tears poured down her cheeks as she looked at herself on the screen. She was looked just as pathetic as she felt. She was spattered up and down with globs of oatmeal while sitting in a diaper. Her tits were hanging out for everyone to see. And worse yet, with her hands down in her lap, it looked like she hadn't been struggling at all. If this picture got out, she would never be able to show her face at school again. She couldn't hold it in anymore. Her mouth curled down into a tight little frown and she started sobbing. She quickly buried her face in her mitts to hide her face.

Fifi rolled her eyes and waited for Melody's blubbering to subside. Though, before the poor girl had a chance to calm down, Fifi felt the phone buzzing in her paw again. A moment later, Melody's head shot back up as she heard her ringtone yet again.

"How nice, looks like they're trying again," said Fifi with a shit-eating grin. She quickly pressed accept and held the phone under her long, droopy ear.

Melody looked on, too shocked to say anything. She shook her head, mouthing the word "no" over and over so she couldn't be heard by the person on the other end of the phone. Still, Fifi hadn't actually said anything yet. Melody wondered if, by some miracle, it was only an automated message or something. However, her heart sank a moment later when Fifi finally opened up her drooping basset hound jowls and started doing her mommy routine over the phone.

"I'm sorry, but Melody can't come to the phone right now, dear," said Fifi. "She was very fussy and had to go for a long timeout."

"Stop it!" hollered Melody. Even with her hands locked in mitts, she hopped up out of her seat and tried to get the phone away from Fifi. The foolish brat was lucky enough to knock the phone to the floor, but Fifi was ready to defend herself and latched onto the girl's wrist.

Despite Melody's size, Fifi got to her feet in an instant. Still maintaining a tight grip on Melody's wrist, the stout canine was able to overpower the girl. Twisting her arm behind her back and jerking it up painfully as she bent Melody over the side of the table.

"Ow! Stop, I'm sorry!" cried Melody, as her arm was forced further up her back toward her shoulder blades. Her face was pressed into the hard surface of the table. Though, each time she tried dared to try and lift her head, she felt the grip tighten around her wrist as her arm was twisted back even further. Afraid she was going to end up in a cast, Melody cried out again, "Please! It hurts!"

"Well, what the fuck did you think was going to happen, idiot?" shouted Fifi, barking like a motherly drill sergeant. She completely drowning out the sound of the subdued teenager's whimpering and pleading as she continued scolding Melody. "I can't believe you tried to slap me, young lady. You have no idea how disappointed I am. If you think you're sorry now, just wait."

"I wasn't trying to hit you," cried Melody, hoping her mean mommy would have mercy.

"Shut it!" snapped Fifi. "It's too late for that. You made your bed and now you have to lie in it. Give me your other hand!"

Melody obediently put her free hand behind her back, only to hear a metallic click a moment later. She felt Fifi let go of her wrists, but Melody's relief was short lived. She soon realized her leather mitts had been clipped together behind her back.

"Now stand up," ordered Fifi, grabbing Melody under one arm and helping her up.

As soon as the filly was up on her hooves again, she started tugging at her restraints. She didn't like the idea of being so defenseless while Fifi was so angry, but it was no use. She could only stand there and take it as Fifi shouted in her face.

"Don't bother trying to wriggle out of those mitts. It's a waste of energy; trust me. I'm not taking anymore chances with you, understand. You almost fooled me with that pretty face of yours, but now I know you can't be trusted. I'll be keeping you restrained under lock and key from now on. I'm sure I can explain it to your Aunt somehow."

Again, Melody opened her mouth to protest, but she knew there was nothing she could say. Nevertheless, Fifi reached out and grabbed one of Melody's tender little ears, causing her to call out in pain as she was pulled across the kitchen.

"Bitch and moan all you want. I'll have a gag in your mouth soon enough," said Fifi, grinning as she tugged on the soft flesh of Melody's ear. The clever hound knew she'd get a rise out of her plaything. In fact, she was counting on it. Melody had given the cruel governess exactly what she wanted. Now Fifi could move onto the next phase of her plan, punishing the helpless girl without mercy.

"Let's go," she said, tugging harshly on Melody's ear, dragging her toward the hallway. Though, before they took their leave of the kitchen, Fifi stopped and looked back at the oatmeal that had been plastered all over her lovely table.

Keeping a firm grip on her uppity foal, Fifi turned toward Marcus who was still waiting silently in the corner for his next order. "Good boy. Your timeout is over now," said Fifi. "Now get your butt over there and clean up all the oatmeal Melody spilled."

Marcus pulled his nose out of the corner, jumping a bit as the wooden spoon crashed to the floor. For a moment he wondered if he'd been tricked again, but Fifi paid no mind to falling spoon. In fact, she didn't say anything else. She simply turned and stomped out of the kitchen, pulling her whimpering foal behind her.