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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.

*** 13 ***

Melody awoke from a bad dream, only to find herself in another nightmare that was all too real. Totally blind, it took her a few moments to remember where she was, but soon it all came flooding back. The spanking, the enema, the cameras, she relived it all as the memories of her first day as a baby slave flashed through her mind over and over. At least it explained the unpleasant, squishy feeling in her pants.

The young mare squirmed in the adult-sized crib, trying to get comfortable with her wet, sticky diaper clinging to her skin, but she had very little wiggle room. Her arms were pinned down at her sides and her legs were just as useless, cuffed and strapped down with her knees apart and her hooves together. She pulled and struggled against the restraints, but they didn't budget an inch. The leather mitts locked over her hands made it impossible to tamper with any of the locks or buckles, so there was no way she was getting up from her nap without help.

The leather bondage hood hugged her face like a glove blocking out all light. She couldn't see the crib bars towering over her, and she had no idea what time it was. Was it morning? Had she been out all night, or just ten minutes? She had no way of knowing. The only think she knew for sure was that she'd woken up with a familiar gurgling in her stomach and she had no way to get to the bathroom.

She tried calling for Miss Fifi, but only unintelligible grunts could be heard through the large pacifier strapped in her mouth. Even after all she'd been through in the last two days, she still blushed as she heard the babyish sound of her own muffled voice. 'Maybe this wasn't so bad,' she thought, suckling on the oversized rubber nipple of her pacifier gag. Tied down, hooded and gagged, and forced to be totally diaper-dependant. Was this not the feeling of total powerlessness she'd been craving for as long as she could remember?

Once she accepted that she was totally helpless in her situation, it started to become more bearable. Why feel ashamed of her messy diaper? It wasn't her fault. Why keep fighting against her restraints when there was no chance of escape? To prove to the world she wasn't a big baby who enjoyed using diapers? What was the point? No one was watching now, so who was she trying to impress? Besides, when it came down to it, this wasn't even her fault. If she was going to be strapped down in the crib to take a nap, then she might as well relax and try to find peace is the endless darkness of the hood.

She spent what seemed like hours drifting in and out of a dream-like state. It was all strangely lucid, like she wasn't really sleeping, but she had no control of her imagination. All she had to do was think about home and she could hear her mom's voice scolding her. She could feel the pain of the wooden spoon as her mother bent her over her lap and whooped her bottom. She felt the embarrassment of having to stand in the corner with her pants down and her burning tushy on display. Then, just when she'd convinced herself it was all too real to be a dream, she'd wake up to find herself back in the nursery again.

As time went on, she knew she'd eventually have to give in and use her diaper. Her bladder was getting so full that it begged to be drained, and it soon got so uncomfortable that she couldn't sleep anymore. She tried to relax her muscles and just let it all out, but she still found it difficult to go while lying on her back in bed. Each time she got close to wetting, she'd inadvertently stop herself. This struggle went on for many minutes until Melody was close to tears. She had to pee so badly, but she could only squeeze out a few drops before she heard her mom's voice in her ear reminding her that she wasn't a little filly anymore. Years of being punished for wet bed sheets had definitely left its mark.

Usually when she wore diapers for fun, she had the freedom to sit up when she needed to use her diapers. It always made it easier to picture sitting on the toilet, and that was usually enough to trick her brain. Though, now that she was under Miss Fifi's strict control, it seemed she wouldn't have the luxury. She'd have to forget everything she learned about being potty trained, but that was easier said than done.

In the end, the pressure in her bladder got to be too much. A torrent of liquid began streaming into the front of her diaper at full speed. She couldn't stem the flow even if she wanted to, but that was hardly seemed like a problem at this point. She was just glad to finally get some relief; so much so that she moaned as the painful urge to urinate faded away into the padding of her diapers.

The warm feeling spreading out from her crotch was rather pleasant at first. It was easy to imagine herself as nothing more than an empty-headed foal, smiling as she sucked on her pacifier. The voice of her mother no longer called out from her subconscious to scold her. She was only doing what babies do - there was nothing naughty about that. Still, she couldn't help but think naughty thoughts as she felt piss trickling down between her legs.

She tried not to image what the inside of her diaper must look like, but it was no use. She could feel liquid pooling in the seat of her diaper, mixing with the already wet manure that coated her bottom. She dreaded what Fifi would have to say when it finally came time for a change. That is, if she ever got a change.

As the stream of piss finally came to an end, it was apparent that she'd flooded her diaper. It felt like she was lying in a mud puddle, the whole diaper was soaking wet. Fortunately, after a minute or two, the massive diaper had soaked up much of the liquid. This left her feeling slightly less damp, but it was still the most unpleasant diaper she'd ever had the pleasure of wallowing in. A sickening squish could be heard each time she made the slightest movements, and she began to worry greatly that she'd leak.

She remembered how she found Marcus the day before. He'd leaked in this very crib and Fifi punished him by tying him down with his nose in his own shitty diaper. Would she get the same when Fifi returned? Would she get worse? She suddenly began to regret how she teased and taunted the poor boy the day before. What would he say when it was her turn in the breeding rack?

Remarkably, the more she thought about it, the more thrilling it seemed. What could be more humiliating than having her dirty diapers laid out in the open for everyone to see? She didn't know why, but she craved it. She wanted to be punished and degraded, to be exposed for what she really was. Trapped in complete darkness, her twisted fantasies began to take on a life of their own.

She couldn't help but imagine herself down on her hands and knees, shackled naked to the steel rack. Her diaper stripped off and spread open on the floor in front of her like a badge of shame so the world can see the mess she's made. She can hear talking and snickering from all directions. She blushes a deep red knowing her filth-coated rear-end is on full display in front of everyone. There are many distinct voices in the crowd, but they are all familiar.

The easiest to recognize was her family. She could hear her younger brothers laughing their asses off, cracking jokes and making snide comments about the nasty odor coming from her open diaper. They would never let her live this down as long as she lived. She wanted to tell them to shut their stupid little mouths, but only a faint whimper came out when she tried to speak. The same happened on the second try. She began to panic, realizing she couldn't remember how to talk.

She desperately wanted a chance to explain herself. To tell them all how she hated diapers and that none of this was her fault, but the words just wouldn't come. After another embarrassing string of whimpers and whines, she gave up. Frustrated and frightened, the poor filly threw a crying fit, right there in front of everyone. It was like she had no control over herself. A second ago she was trying to convince her onlookers that she wasn't the big baby they accused her of being. Now all of the sudden she was bawling her eyes out like a spoiled brat at the mall.

The harder she tried to stifle her little undignified outburst, the worse it got. Soon, her mouth was wide open as she belted out loud, heart-felt sobs with such intensity that it was heard to get a breath of air in her lungs. She even began squirming and struggling in the sadistic steel stockade to show the audience how much she wanted out. Still, no one seemed interested in helping her. In fact, it was quite the opposite.

Muttering amongst the crowd only got louder and more critical of her babyish behavior. She could hear her father's more clearly now. He sounded angry, most likely disgusted by the site of his nearly full grown daughter throwing a childish temper tantrum over a dirty diaper. "You're too damn old for this, Melody. Can't you just grow up already?" he asked, berating her in front of everyone.

A moment later, it seemed as though her mother's voice was the loudest in the room, despite the fact she wasn't even yelling. Her mother sounded calm, not angry, just profoundly disappointed. "I thought you were out this phase before you left grade school," she said. "Why would you want to be put back into diapers anyway? It's just disgusting."

The guilt trip from her parents made Melody feel awful, but the increasingly spiteful comments from the rest of the crowd were even worse. It seemed her bad behavior had sparked a reaction from the crowd. She could hear her school friends laughing at her openly while others discussed various ways to punish the unruly foal. She heard talk of harsh spankings including a promise from Marzipan that she wouldn't be able to sit for a week. Others suggested washing her mouth out with soap and making her give a formal apology in front of her entire school. Though, that was just the tip of the iceberg.

As the rabble went on, the voices became unrecognizable and distorted, while the suggestions became more sadistic and extreme. She was overcome with dread as she realized her friends and family were gone. She'd somehow found herself at the mercy of a bunch of strangers, and they didn't sound like nice people.

They chuckled as they told crude jokes about rubbing her nose in her messy diaper to teach her a lesson. Someone called for "the little slut" to be locked in a chastity belt to punish her, going into vulgar detail about how a nice fat butt plug attachment would help the baby keep her Huggies clean. Though, most frightening were the lewd whispers in her ear, telling her how pretty that big round ass of hers looked all propped up and covered in shit.

Tears of utter hopelessness poured down her face, only to end up in the muddy diaper lying on the floor barely two inches under her nose. She was tired of smelling her castoff diaper, and she was tired of staring at it, but some unseen force kept her from looking away. She was forced to gaze down at it as a constant reminder of her pitiful lack of control. Not just control over her bodily functions, but her entire life.

She let out a scream as she felt something being pushed into her vulnerable little tail hole. However, it didn't seem to have any effect on her new friends. Scathing laughter echoed throughout the room as the peeled ginger root was pushed the rest of the way inside of the terrified filly. It wasn't very long or particularly thick, but that didn't mean it was pleasant to have up her ass; it was hard, uneven, and lacking in rounded edges. Worse yet, the longer it stayed lodged inside of her sensitive tail-pipe the more it began to burn.

It started as little more than tingling, but within a minute it started to get uncomfortable. Regrettably, she found herself unable to push out the crudely shaped plug, no matter how hard she pushed. Within another two minutes, her asshole felt like it was on fire with no signs of stopping. By the time five minutes had passed, she was groaning in pain, much to the amusement of her new friends.

"Damn, if this is how she sounds with that little root up her ass, imagine how she'll squeal when I shove my cock up there," said one of the deeper, and more gravely voices.

"Why wait?" said another. "She's got two holes. Get it started."

Alarmed, Melody resumed her fidgeting. She knew one of these bastards would try to force themselves on her and she wasn't in any position to stop them. She began swinging her tail back and forth to shoo off anyone who might be positioning themselves to mount her from the rear, but it had no effect. Her tail whipped back and forth, but never hit anything solid. That is, until she felt someone or something grab hold of her tail and give it a painful yank upward. She tried to scream for help, but all that came out as a submissive moan.

"See? She wants it bad," said one of the strangers, chuckling with evil intent as he remarked on the wetness of the dirty girl's pussy.

'No, goddamn it! Keep your hands off me,' thought Melody, clenching her teeth, enraged. Even still, whenever she tried to say the same to her mysterious admirers, all that anyone heard were the eager moans of a cock-hungry filly begging to be stuffed.

More laughter could be heard among the strangers as they argued who would be the first to try out their new toy. Realizing there was no thing she could do to stop them, Melody resigned herself to crying in silence as she waited for one of them walk up and take her from behind, but no one stepped forward to claim her.

Still, the lecherous comments continued, getting louder and more sickeningly perverted as they went on. "Don't worry, honey. We'll take good care of you."

"Look at that, the little slut is crying she wants our cocks so bad."

"Which hole do you want us to start with, bitch?"

They went on and on, and Melody had no choice but take in every hideous word. The more she listened, the more it began to sink in - like she wanted to be degraded and used. It was strange; a moment ago she'd been horrified at the thought of being bred like a brainless animal. Now, the more they prattled on about their cocks, the more she wanted to feel one inside her. It was like she had no control of her thoughts anymore. The more she heard them talking about her wet pussy, the wetter it got, and suddenly she had an irrepressible urge to get fucked, the deeper the better.

She was moaning for real now. Swaying her hips back and forth to make an inviting target, but no one took the bait. She was totally helpless, theirs to enjoy for as long as they wanted. What were they waiting for? How long were they going to keep teasing her like this? The ginger root in her ass continued to burn like a hot poker, but she hardly noticed it anymore. It felt like little more than a warm tingling compared to the heat from her neglected pussy.

She kept on moaning and whimpering, praying for a cock to fill her up and offer some relief from the mind-breaking lust that had overtaken her. She didn't give a second though as to who could be watching and what they might think of her disgraceful behavior, no longer caring about anything other than satisfying her carnal desires. She shut her eyes tight, getting so wrapped up in her own headspace that she didn't even notice the gruff voices that once surrounded her had faded away into nothingness along with the crude plug they had shoved inside her. In end, there was only one voice left that had anything to say, and that voice belonged to Miss Fifi.

"What's the matter, sweetie? Bad dream?"

Melody's eyes snapped open the instant she heard the motherly basset hound speak, only to find herself in complete darkness again. The blackness was so disorienting she couldn't tell which direction was up. She shook her head, frightened and confused as she jerked her limbs around clumsily, struggling to make sense of the situation.

"Calm down, little one, it's okay now. Just lay back and relax," said Fifi, serenely.

That was all it took for Melody to finally come to her senses. As she got her bearings back, she realized she was no longer kneeling in the breeding rack with a dirty diaper under nose. She was back in the crib suckling her pacifier. The dark room she was in a moment ago was none other than the inside of her leather hood. Memories of the time she spent in the breeding rack quickly began to fade away now she'd been startled awake.

Forced back into the clutches of reality, she realized the intense feelings between her legs weren't what they seemed a moment ago. It wasn't the whispers of faceless strangers that had driven her into a sexual frenzy; it was Miss Fifi and her big vibrator. The Magic Wand was back, and Fifi was rubbing it up and down the front of Melody's soiled diapers, just as she'd done when the filly had first been put down for her nap.

Melody had no idea how long the vibe had buzzing away down there, but she was already nearing climax by the time she regained consciousness. She instinctively lifted her thighs up off the mattress as much as she was able, grinding the front of her diaper against the pulsating knob at the end of the wand-shaped massager. She moaned as she twitched with pleasure, losing herself fully as wave after wave of pure ecstasy washed over her.

"Oh my, someone's certainly enjoying themselves. Looks like my big baby has found herself a new favorite toy to play with," said Fifi sweetly. Still firmly pressing the vibrator a down against the girl's crotch, she reached into the crib with her other hand and gently ran her fingers back and forth across Melody's chest, making her shudder with delight.

The teen's breasts were incredibly responsive in her aroused state. She let out a gasp each time she felt Fifi's claws brush up against one of her erect nipples. It felt so good it was painful, but Melody was still hungry for more. Fortunately, her caretaker was happy to oblige.

Melody bit down on her pacifier and whined for mercy as she felt a single claw tracing around her nipple. With her arms pinned down at her sides, she knew she had no way to defend her teats, which were still tender from her punishment before. Of course, Fifi planned to take full advantage.

Able to tell that her little filly was getting ready to peak, the experience domme took the opportunity to help out by teasing the girl's nipple relentlessly. She gently rolled the sensitive nub between her fingers, occasionally dragging one of her claws across the tip whenever she wanted to see her naughty plaything twitch. When one nipple lost some of its sensitivity, she'd move to the other one and start all over again.

"And to think, you used to be so shy," said Fifi with a bit of a chuckle.

She couldn't help but be amused listening to the unfettered squeals of passion emanating from behind Melody's pacifier gag. Nevertheless, the desperate girl continued to thrust her messy diaper up as high as she could manage, still craving more of the already potent vibrations. As expected, it didn't take long before Melody was rocked by a powerful orgasm.

The girl stopped squirming and halted her incessant moaning as she felt her whole body succumb to the throes of pleasure. She felt totally drained by the time it was over. All she wanted to do was suck her pacifier and drift back to sleep while her head was still full of happy thoughts.

"That's enough for now," said Fifi softly. "Back to sleep with you, and no more bad dreams, okay?"

Melody nodded her head, and cooed adorably to show her appreciation. If all her wakeup calls were like this, maybe this week wouldn't be so bad after all.

"Here, I've got something to help keep the scary thoughts away," said Fifi, pulling a MP3 player out of her apron pocket. She reached down and carefully put the small ear-buds in both of Melody's ears.

Melody fussed a bit, unable to see what was happening. Though, when she heard the soft nursery music playing through the tiny speakers she realized what was going on. The gentle lullabies immediately put her back into the headspace of a helpless infant. She cooed and fidgeted some more as she felt her caretaker kneading the crotch of her swollen diaper.

"No need for a change just yet," said Fifi. "That diaper can hold a lot more. Be a good girl and fill it up for your mama, okay honey?"

With that, Fifi left her big baby in the crib to enjoy the feeling of her poopy diaper for another few hours. Melody didn't mind though. The feeling of having her own warm, sticky dung pressed against her backside added to her perverted baby slave fantasy. The restraints, the hood, even her diaper made her feel secure, and the infantile music droning in her ears kept her from feeling frightened now that she was all alone again. She was content, lying amongst the soft bedding of the crib, suckling her paci as she let her mind wander.

Luckily, it didn't wander as far as before. She dozed off and on a bit, but she never found herself back in the breeding rack. Mostly she passed the time imagining herself as a cute little foal, napping peacefully with a thumb in her mouth. That is, until she heard something that jarred her back to reality.

At first, Melody thought she was dreaming again. Then she wondered if she was going crazy. Despite the familiar lullabies playing through the ear buds, she could hear a voice. It was her own voice, and it seemed to be speaking directly to her.

"Naughty girls need discipline."

Her heart nearly skipped a beat when she heard it the first time. Still, she dismissed it as a figment of her imagination until she heard it again a moment later.

"Back-talk will earn me a well-deserved spanking."

It sent a chill up her spine the second time she heard it. Now it was real. She waited anxiously to see if it would continue.

"I am a weak little baby and I use my diapers freely."

"Naughty girls need discipline."

"Back-talk will earn me a well-deserved spanking."

"I am a weak little baby and I use my diapers freely."

It just kept looping over and over. Melody could hear the desperation and anguish in her voice, reminding her of the enema punishment earlier. Finally, the pieces all fell into place, that clever bitch Fifi had extracted the audio from her sleazy home movies and looped it over a seemingly endless playlist of peaceful nursery music. Melody blushed; hardly able to believe it was actually her voice she was listening to. It was strange hearing herself talking like that at first. However, after the first hour, she began to accept it, and even managed to drift off back to sleep.

Again she found her slumber troubled by strange dreams, thought they weren't as dark and unsettling as before. Nor were they lucid, each time she found herself outside of the crib, she could tell wasn't real, but she still had no control over what was happening.

Most of her dreams consisted of her being babied by Miss Fifi in one way or another, usually as punishment for some bratty behavior. They always started peacefully enough; Fifi would be working around the house, or helping Melody try on clothes. Then Melody would start to act very bratty, worse than she ever remembered acting as a child. She'd stomp her hooves and make demands, all while throwing out childish insults. She cringed at her snotty behavior each time she was forced to watch another dream unfold.

As to be expected, Fifi wasn't anymore tolerant of bad behavior in the dream world. Every time Melody threw a tantrum, the strict hound was there to put her in her place. A quick but effective punishment would get the filly sobbing, and then she'd get a diaper and a lecture on top of that for all her trouble.

When a trip to the mall resulted in Melody throwing a fit because her cute little sailor dress made her look like a baby, Fifi didn't hesitate to put the girl over her knee and drop her panties. It didn't matter that they were right in the middle of store with sales clerks watching, Melody still got a dozen hard swats on the rump while she kicked and screamed. Of course, no one at the mall lifted a finger to help, they were glad to see the unruly teen being taught a lesson. Once Melody was spanked into submission, she was laid down on a bench to suffer the humiliation of a public diapering.

"This should help with that attitude of yours, missy," said Fifi with a smile as she held up the box of suppositories.

"Please, I'll be good. I'm sorry, mama," said Melody, trying to bargain. Though, in the end it made no difference. She could only whimper as she felt the capsule slide inside of her. A moment later the diaper was taped on and she was forced to walk back up to the sales people to apologize, all while trying not to crap her pants.

She tried to hold her little blue sailor skirt down over her thick diaper, but it seemed to get shorter and shorter. She heard whispers and snickers from the other customers who had gathered to see what the commotion was all about. Still, with Fifi standing right behind her, she had no choice but to give her speech.

"I'm sorry for yelling and making a scene in your store," said Melody, blushing and looking down at the floor.

"That's not all," said Fifi, sternly. "Tell them what you've learned."

Melody hesitated, fidgeting nervously as she tried not to die of embarrassment. Realizing there was no other option, she timidly began to speak. "I learned that naughty girls need discipline, and back-talk will earn me a well-deserved spanking."

"And...?" asked Fifi, sounding rather impatient.

"I am a weak little baby" replied Melody, pausing again before she said the last part. "And I use my diapers freely."

As expected, the sales clerks all laughed and told Melody how cute she was. The ladies pinched her cheeks and the men patted her diapered bottom. She just wanted to get out of there, but Fifi was still blocking her exit.

"Well? We're not going anywhere until you _use_that diaper," said the massive hound, seemingly increasing in size as she grew more annoyed.

Melody knew she couldn't do that right here in front of everyone. She wrapped her arms around Fifi, burying her red cheeks in the woman's big fat bosom. "Mama, please don't make me," said the poor crying filly.

"You should have thought of that before your little outburst. You act like a baby, you'll be treated like one," answered Fifi coldly.

Melody groaned, struggling to keep from messing herself, though the effects of the suppository made it nearly impossible. She knew that despite her best efforts, it would only be a matter of seconds before she soiled herself in front of everyone. She looked up at Fifi one last time, hoping for mercy, but she saw none on her big mama's face. Defeated, Melody clenched her fists, lifted her tail, and bit her lip. Though, just before she felt it all push out into her diaper, she awoke to find herself back in the crib, trapped in darkness once again.

She sighed and sucked her pacifier, disappointed that Fifi wasn't waiting bedside with the vibrator again. She hated to admit it, but she was really enjoying her kinky dreams. She'd found herself strapped into a highchair and even held prisoner in a playpen, but her trip to the mall was her favorite by far. It was just too bad they always seemed to end right before she got a chance to give in and use her diapers for their intended purposes. Fortunately, she wouldn't have to wait long to do it again for real.

Her stomach gurgled and churned again. Every time she woke from another dream it got louder and more frequent, but now it was reaching critical mass. Even after being cleaned out with an enema, Fifi's special oatmeal had her ready to go again. She'd been trying to hold it in, afraid to add anymore to the already full diaper she was wearing, but it wasn't going to wait anymore.

Melody decided there was no point resisting any longer. Fifi wasn't going to let her anywhere near a toilet for the rest of the week, so there was no point delaying the inevitable. As she'd learned during her nocturnal adventures, Fifi would always get her way in the end. Melody would wear what she was told, eat what she was told, and go to bed when she was told. She'd do whatever Fifi told her to do, or suffer the consequences. That being the case, having been sent to bed with a belly full of fiber and laxatives was a pretty good indication of what Fifi wanted.

'I am a weak little baby,' thought Melody as she bit down on her pacifier and gave an adorable little grunt. Like her last wetting, she expected some resistance from her well-trained sphincter, but she'd underestimated the special oatmeal. Within seconds, a huge payload of filth erupted out into her diaper, adding to the swampy mess already inside. There was even an audible crinkle as the seat of her diaper puffed out even more to accommodate the fresh pile of manure in her pants.

She squirmed against the restraints, enjoying the feeling of helplessness as she felt the warm mound spread across her backside. She pretended like she hated it, that she wanted to break the cuffs, escape, and get out of this horrid diaper, but it was all part of her dark fantasy. She wanted to feel like a poor defenseless baby-pants prisoner, forced to use her diaper against her will. Her half-hearted struggling was mostly just so she could feel the shit squishing against her skin. She blushed, wishing she could get a hand free so she could rub the front of her diaper.

All this dirty fun had her wanting and wet, but she couldn't even touch herself. She moaned, thinking about how long she might be left alone and horny like this. What good was it being strapped down in a smelly, poopy diaper if she couldn't enjoy it? Unfortunately, there _was_someone there to lend a hand; she just hadn't realized it yet.

At first, Melody was relieved that the music player had gone silent, assuming the playlist had finally come to an end. It had been going for so long, she'd forgotten was silence was like, and she was ready for some peace and quite. However, it soon became clear that she wasn't alone in the nursery like she thought.

"Aw, such a precious little thing," said a familiar voice. Even with the leather hood covering her eyes, the imprisoned filly new right away that it was her Aunt Marzipan.

Melody immediately began to panic. How long had she been watching? How much did she see? How the hell did Fifi even let her in here?! She shook her head and tugged at her straps, trying to explain everything all at once, but her pacifier made her frantic words incomprehensible.

"No need for all that," said Marzipan reassuringly as she shushed her hysterical teenage niece. "Fifi already explained everything, and I'm totally fine with it. There's nothing wrong with wanting to be a big baby sometimes, and I'm not going to love you any less for it."

Melody was dumbfounded. She couldn't believe Fifi had tricked her Aunt into thinking this was all her idea. She tried to appeal to her Aunt one more time, begging to have her pacifier removed so she could explain that this was all Fifi's doing. Unfortunately, she was cutoff early, shutting up the moment she heard Fifi clear her throat.

"Alright, fussy baby, that's enough. I know you're still a little shy, but there's no need for the temper," said Fifi sweetly.

'You fucking bitch,' thought Melody, barely able to contain her rage. She stayed quiet and sucked angrily at her paci, hoping they would hurry up and leave before she died of embarrassment. It was so humiliating being exposed like this, wearing nothing but a spoiled diaper and a leather mask, but she knew better than to press her luck with Fifi watching. Back-talk would get her nowhere, and she could only imagine what Fifi would do if she caught her trying to blow the whistle on the whole operation.

"That's better," said Fifi. "Now how about we get you out of bed and you come down and get some dinner?"

Melody nodded. The sooner she could get out of this degrading position, the better. She just hoped that Fifi wasn't planning to give her a diaper change right there in front of everyone. There was a rush of relief when her Aunt said her goodbyes.

"I'll go and keep Marcus company while you get dressed. I don't want to spoil the fun," said Marzipan, looking down at Melody in the crib. "I promise I won't get in the way. If you want to play your little tie-up games with Fifi all night, that's fine with me."

It was all Melody could do to keep silent as she heard her Aunt turn and leave the room. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes again as she realized there was no one left to come to her rescue. Her Aunt was essentially her last hope, but Fifi had that muscle-brained fool wrapped so tightly around her finger that she'd believe anything the crafty basset hound told her. Now Melody was on her own, and she could only whimper pitifully into her gag as Fifi tormented her.

"Why so quiet?" asked Fifi, lowering the bars of the crib. "You were so talkative before. What was it you were trying to tell your Aunt, sweety?"

Melody didn't answer. She could tell where this conversation was going and she didn't like it.

"That's what I thought," said Fifi as she got to work removing the brat's hood and pacifier.

It took a while for Melody's eyes to adjust to the light, but she was still glad to feel some fresh air on her sweaty face. A look of resentment was still plastered to her face as she looked up at Fifi, who still had a bitchy smirk plastered on hers.

"You better stop that pouting unless you want the hood to go back on," said Fifi, reaching down to wipe the drool from her baby's lip.

Melody opened her mouth as though she were about to speak, but she didn't utter a word before closing it again. Talking wouldn't get her anywhere but into more trouble, and that's just what Fifi wanted.

"Looks like my nursery music taught you a thing or two while you were sleeping," said Fifi with a laugh. "You better remember that, too. You don't want to know what will happen if I catch you trying to rat me out to Marzipan again. Just remember, you can't outsmart me. I'll always be listening."

"I wasn't-" started Melody, but Fifi just spoke over her.

"You better just stop right now before you go and tell me a lie. I'm not an idiot, dear. You're going to be whispering in your Auntie's ear the moment you think you're alone, but let me tell you it's not worth it. Why don't you put that big mouth to good use and try to guess what's going to happen if you can't keep your mouth shut."

Melody didn't even want to acknowledge it, but it didn't look like Fifi was going to move on until she had her fun. The filly looked away, ashamed as she said, "You'll show everyone our home movies."

"Yes, and?" asked Fifi. Her expression went from mischievous to pure evil as she waited for an answer.

"I... I don't know," said Melody timidly. She was even more worried now. Those videos were the ultimate threat, what could be worse? Unfortunately, she had no idea just how cruel Fifi could be.

"Once I upload your videos, I'm going to personally take you to school so you can advertise my site," said Fifi. "I'll strap you down to a wheelchair and roll you right into your homeroom class, gagged with your diapers on display and cute little T-Shirt with the web address. So everyone will know where to find all your cute little videos. Then again, maybe you'd like being the center of attention."

"No, mama. I'll be good, I promise," said Melody, blushing as she realized she replaced "ma'am" with "mama" on accident. Luckily the slip-up seemed to please Fifi.

The hound beamed like a proud mother as she reached down to pat Melody on the crotch of her swollen diaper. There was no longer any trace of malevolence in her voice, but that didn't mean she was going to go easy on her filly. She just smiled and said, "Even so, I think you'll need a larger gag until you're properly trained. You've got a long way to go to prove you can be trusted."

Melody nodded in agreement, even though she wasn't happy about the shiny red ball gag Fifi held up for her. It was the same gag as the night before, and just looking at it made her jaw ache. Nonetheless, she opened her mouth obediently and held the ball between her teeth willingly while Fifi buckled it on nice and tight.

"There we go, that should keep you nice and quiet for the rest of the night," said Fifi, slipping a small padlock through the locking buckle of the gag harness. She locked it tight and slipped the key into her pocked before starting on the rest of the girl's restraints.

Melody gave no resistance as her legs were released, then her arms, and her chest strap too. She'd had all the discipline she could take for one day. Besides, the sooner she could get a diaper change, the better. She dreaded having to face her Aunt again with a load of shit in her pants. Naturally, she was rather disappointed when Fifi ignored the messy diaper around her waist entirely.

"Let's get you dressed up nice and cute for your Auntie," said Fifi, as she pulled a onsie down over Melody's head. "We don't want your big tits flopping around all over the place, do we?"

Melody shook her head, glad to finally have something covering her chest. She really wanted was a fresh diaper, but she was still grateful to even get clothes at all. Much to her surprise, she actually liked the purple onsie once the crotch snaps had all been fastened. It was her favorite color, and it really made her feel like a big baby with her plastic diaper cover peeking out of the leg holes. Sure, it didn't do anything cover her legs, but it was a lot better than waddling around with her diapers on display.

Next, Fifi added some cute accessories. A big lacy bib and purple ankle cuffs were added. Then some matching purple covers for the stark looking leather mitts that kept her filly's hands tightly imprisoned. The final touch was a set of girly hair bows, one for her mane and one for her tail.

Melody couldn't help but blush as she was helped up to her hooves, finally getting a good look at her outfit. She looked so cute and innocent in her sissy purple outfit. Her bib read "Mama's Girl" in childish block letters, and her mitts look so much prettier encased in smooth, shiny satin. She couldn't move without the hardware of her ankle cuffs jingling like little bells. It brought attention to her naughty looking cuffs, but for some reason she liked that. She just wasn't sure she wanted to walk around in front of her Aunt like this. However, she gulped when she saw the last piece of the ensemble, realizing she might not even have the luxury of walking at all.

"Don't be nervous," said Fifi, holding up the white leather harness. "It looks scary at first, but you'll grow to love it in time."

Melody was skeptical, but she didn't dare resist when Fifi put it on her and buckled it tight around her shoulders and tummy. It fit snug, but the wide straps were still comfortable. It reminded Melody of those harness she saw on hyperactive kids at the mall when they need to be kept on a leash. Only this one was adult-sized and had some very interesting features to keep a big baby like her under control. For one, it was outfitted with steel rings and buckles, allowing for countless different bondage configurations.

Fifi demonstrated, grabbing the girl's wrists and chaining them to her chest by way of the D-rings mounted on each of the durable, padded shoulder straps. The left mitt first, followed by the right. Melody couldn't help but feel a sinking hopelessness in her stomach, as she realize just how much this restricted her reach.

The chains were only a few inches long at most, keeping her satin encased hands dangling at either side of her chest where they had been fastened. She couldn't reach her stomach or her face. She couldn't even touch her mitts together the chains were so short. In other words, she couldn't do anything. Though, that wouldn't be a problem when she was crawling on her belly like a proper baby slave.

She made a curious noise as she felt Fifi attaching something to the harness, near the small of her back. She was ignored, and ordered to spread her legs a moment later with no other explanation given. The nervous filly did as she was told, only to find a wide plastic crotch spreader pulled between her legs and buckled to the front of her harness. Once it was secure, Melody found she couldn't close her legs anymore. She tried to bring her knees together, but the rigid splint between her thighs made it impossible. The harder she tried, the more the sides of the hard plastic spreader dug painfully into her inner thighs. She could only imagine how uncomfortable it would be without the soft foam-like padding lining the edges of her restrictive new diaper cover.

"Don't bother trying to fight it," said Fifi. "That spreader harness will be keeping your legs open wide until I decide you've earned the right to toddle around here. For now, you're just an infant so I'll be limited your mobility. Are your legs getting tired yet?"

Melody nodded and gave a miserable little whine through her shiny red gag. With her thighs pried apart, she had no choice but to squat in a most undignified manner. It put a lot of strain on her legs and her muscles were burning in less than a minute. She knew she wouldn't be able to stand much longer while wearing this silly looking thing. Though, that seemed to be part of her mistress' plan.

"Then I suppose you'll just have to crawl everywhere until I decide to release you," said Fifi. She had a wicked grin on her face as she watched the poor girl struggling to get down on her knees. It wasn't easy with her legs forced apart and her hands bound up near her chest. Nonetheless, Fifi made no effort to help. She wanted her filly to find out firsthand how hard helpless she really was while locked in the spreader harness.

Melody apprehensively squatted down as low as she could, trying to figure out how she could get down without using her hands. Simply falling forward onto her face seemed the most obvious, but in the end, she decided falling over on her side would ultimately be less painful. However, being unable to stabilize herself with her arms, she ended up falling backward onto her rump on accident.

She groaned as she felt the wet dung squish in her diapers as she landed hard on her padded rear. Disgusted, she rolled around trying to get on her belly. Once there, she was finally able to get up on her hands and knees. It was then she realized how tight the harness was. Now that she was bent over on the floor, the hard plastic spreader between her legs was smushing her loaded diaper against her crotch. She winced as felt the soft mess spreading all over her diaper area. It was all embarrassing enough without having to suffer Fifi's laughter the entire time.

"Very graceful," said Fifi with a chuckle. "Let's see if you're any better now that you've found the floor. Crawl all the way over to the door for me."

Melody got quite a workout as she dragged herself pitifully across the floor. Barely able to move her arms, she could plod along a few inches at a time, and it was impossible to even lift her head high enough to look Fifi in the eye. With each awkward movement, she could feel the crotch harness pushing against her heavy diaper.

'It's going to be a long night,' thought Melody, stopping for a break. She'd only made it half way and she was already breathing heavy. It was exhausting keeping herself up with her wrists chained so close to her body, and she had to go so slow. At this rate, she could hardly muster the fortitude to go on. She wondered if it would better to just lay down, start crying, and accept defeat now. Then again, knowing Fifi, she'd most likely be left wriggling on the floor. That sadistic bitch wasn't going to release her from the harness until she earned it. As it turned out, Fifi was a hard woman to please.

The impatient hound had been standing by, tapping her foot while her lazy filly rested, but she couldn't stand to wait any longer. Deciding to finally offer some assistance, she marched up to Melody and clipped a short leash to the back of her harness. "C'mon, move it!" she barked, tugging at the leash with considerable strength.

Suddenly, Melody had no choice but to start crawling again. She had to move twice as fast just to avoid being dragged on her face. It seemed impossible, but the leash was a great motivator and soon she was plodding behind Fifi at an acceptable pace. They made it to the door in no time, but that wasn't the end of the lesson. The door swung open and Melody felt herself being pulled out into the hallway. She made the mistake of hesitating, not wanting her Aunt to see her in this ridiculous harness, but Fifi was quick to correct her.

"I'm getting sick of this stubborn attitude," scolded Fifi. She gave the leash a hard yank, pulling Melody forward and causing her to fall on her face.

The poor girl could only whimper as she struggled to get back up on her hands and knees. As soon as she did, she found herself being pulled down the hallway against her will. She dreaded seeing the look on her Aunt's face when she turned the corner. However, when she did arrive in the living room, her Aunt seemed to be preoccupied, bouncing Marcus on her knee while she watched television.

Marcus was looking even more submissive than usual. He wore cuffs as always, but he wasn't restrained at all. No mitts, no gag, no spreader bar. Just a frilly pink dress and, what appeared to be, a very messy diaper. Marzipan had him by the hands, helping him balance as he sat on her lap, straddling her meaty thigh while she bounced her leg up and down. Still, he didn't speak, struggle, or even whine as Marz toyed with him. He only grimaced as he felt the mushy bananas in his diaper splat against his hairless ass.

Though, neither of them seemed to pay Melody much attention as Fifi led her through the center of the room. Not wanting her niece to feel ashamed, Marz made a point not to stare or bring attention to her niece's degrading predicament at all. While Marcus was simply too distracted by the thought of having his breakfast mashed against his bottom to concern himself with much else.

Melody was relieved to make it all the way to the kitchen without being teased or laughed at. All this crawling was hard work and she was starting to realize just how hungry she was. Unfortunately, she'd still have to find a way to get up into her chair. It seemed so tall now that she was forced to view the world from a foal's perspective. She looked to Fifi for help, but Fifi had no plans to strain her back trying to lift the big baby Clydesdale, preferring to have Marzipan do the heavy lifting.

"Oh Marz!" she hollered. "Would you please come help me with Melody? Bring Marcus too."

Melody grumbled curses into her gag as she tried to climb up and take a seat herself, but she couldn't manage to get up on her hooves with the restrictive spreader forcing her legs so far apart. Before she even knew what was happening, she felt a two big hands grab her under the arms, lift her up off the floor, and plop her down in the chair. She blushed as she realized her Aunt had given her the boost.

Marzipan just smiled and patted the filly on her head. She wanted to tell her how cute she looked in her baby clothes, but she was afraid that would embarrass the girl, so she said nothing. Instead, she just turned back to Marcus and held out her hand.

The boy obediently reached out to take her hand while continuing to suck his thumb very childishly. He toddled beside Marz like a loyal puppy as she led him to his seat across from Melody and have him his commands. "Sit down and stay quiet," she said. "You eat your dinner like a good sissy and do everything Miss Fifi tells you, okay?"

"Yes, ma'am," said Marcus, doing the girlish little curtsey he'd been taught before taking his seat. As Marzipan turned to leave, he looked over at Melody who was now crying softly into her big gag as she sat and thought about how foolish she was to make this arrangement with Fifi in the first place. He wanted to say something to cheer her up, but he knew better, putting his thumb in his mouth to remind himself to be seen and not heard.

"Are my little ones hungry?" asked Fifi as she stood by the stove ladling hot stew into a bowl for Marcus.

She delivered his dinner first, setting it down in front of him and handing him a spoon. He just looked up at her, puzzled. He knew what it was for, but he couldn't believe he'd actually be feeding himself for once.

"Go ahead, Marcus," said Fifi, tying a bib around the boy's neck. "It's a special treat. I even gave you a little piece of beef since you've been so good tonight."

"Thank you, ma'am," replied Marcus, beaming with joy even after burning his mouth on the first bite.

"Take it slow, because this is all you're going to get," she continued. "Tomorrow it's back to oatmeal, just like little Melody here."

Marcus' ears drooped, despite the good news. He would be happy to eat oatmeal for the rest of the week if it meant he wouldn't be getting recycled bananas for breakfast tomorrow, but he was afraid this was just another test. He was beginning to enjoy his good boy treatment and shuddered to think what would happen if Fifi caught him being dishonest. Against his better judgment, he lowered his head and timidly started to explain the horrible punishment Marz had handed down earlier when he failed to keep his diapers clean. "But... Marzipan said that..."

He was relieved when Fifi cut him off. "Well, she didn't say anything to me," she said. "Now pipe down and start eating before I change my mind."

With that, Marcus nodded and got to work eating as cleanly and quietly as possible. He didn't want to do anything to piss Fifi off now that he was on her good side. Vegetable stew may not have been his favorite thing in the world, but it was a hundred times better than what he'd been getting lately. Though, while things were suddenly looking brighter for him, a quick glance was all it took to tell that Melody wasn't nearly as optimistic.

The teary-eyed filly was clearly disappointed to see that a bowl of oatmeal had been set on the table in front of her. Worse still, it didn't look like she'd have the privilege of feeding herself like Marcus who sat across the table. Instead, Fifi took the seat next to her, loosening the girl's harness just enough to slip the rubber ball out of her mouth and let it dangle.

"I trust we'll have a nice peaceful meal without all the outbursts this time," said Fifi with a smug grin as she stirred the bowl of oatmeal.

Melody was still pouting, jealous that Marcus was now getting preferential treatment. Regardless, she nodded obediently, wanting to prove that she too could be as docile as the sissy pup. Memories of her frightful timeout were still fresh in her mind, and she wasn't interested in challenging her dominating mother figure anymore tonight.

She opened up without hesitation as Fifi scooped up the first bite of oatmeal and shoved it in her waiting mouth. Melody swallowed down the gummy mush as quick as she could and got ready for another bite. The oatmeal was just as gross as before, but she knew better than to complain. She knew all too well what Fifi had in store for fussy babies.

As the meal went on, Melody maintained her perfect demeanor. She gulped down spoonful after spoonful without any resistance, not even pulling away when Fifi would reach out to wipe excess oatmeal from her lip. By the time it was over, there were only a couple of stains on Melody's bib. It was a drastic improvement over the last feeding, and Fifi looked rather pleased. Nonetheless, Melody still found the ball gag lodged back in her mouth as soon as the last bite was finished.

"Very good, maybe you're a faster learner than I thought," said Fifi as she retightened the straps to ensure the girl's gag would stay in place for the rest of the night. "But it will take you another couple of days to earn my trust, young lady. So you better stay on your best behavior and do everything I say. Is that clear?"

Melody tried to keep a stiff upper lip as she nodded her head. It frightened her how fast the gag was put back in her mouth after dinner, and she didn't even want to think about what Fifi meant by "everything." Did it matter anyway? As long as Fifi controlled the food, diapers, and discipline, Melody had no choice but to obey. Though, it went deeper than that. The constant punishment had started to change the way Melody thought.

She was no longer plotting ways to escape. She wasn't even thinking about how to destroy that embarrassing footage of her shameful adventures. For now, all she had on her mind was pleasing her strict new mama. The more Fifi punished her, the more she felt like she deserved it. She was convinced that she'd been a naughty girl and she hoped Fifi could forgive her soon. Maybe then things could go back to how they used to be when Fifi was nice and sweet. Unfortunately, the hungry look in the mature woman's eye implied that things would never go back to how they were in those innocent times. Fifi had gotten a taste of the filly's scent during their naptime sessions with the vibrator, and now she was determined to make Melody hers.

"Marcus, now that you're done you can go back and sit with Marzipan on the couch," said Fifi. "Tell her I said it's cartoon time."

"Yes, ma'am," said Marcus, hopping off his seat. He felt bad leaving Melody, but he didn't want to land himself in hot water again. After all, he'd been through a lot to finally earn some small freedoms and he wasn't going to risk that now. Feeling guilty, he tucked his tail between his legs as he waddled out of the kitchen.

Now that they were alone again, Fifi came up behind Melody's chair and put her hands on the girl's shoulders. Leaning down, Fifi spoke softly into her plaything's ear. "While those two are busy with their cartoons, we'll be having our own fun back in the nursery, wont we? I've got a few more lessons for you tonight. Learn quick and maybe I'll let you get some sleep tonight."

Melody didn't say a word. She only let out a timid whimper as the lusty hound bent down and planted a quick smooch on her cheek. A moment later, Fifi was helping her down to the floor. The poor teenage diaper slave wasn't sure what the older woman had in store for her, but it hardly mattered now that Fifi was tugging at her leash, beckoning her toward the door.