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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.

*** 9 ***

"Stop that whimpering," said Miss Fifi coldly as she finally released Melody's ear from her cruel grasp. The domineering hound wasted no time. Without another word she stripped off the poor girl's childish bib and frilly pink diaper cover. The t-shirt would come off last. Having no plans to release her plaything from her restraints, Fifi simply ripped the thin fabric with her claws and tore the cheap little t-shirt off, leaving the lovely teenager in nothing but a diaper.

"Go stand in front of the mirror," ordered Fifi, pointing to the corner of the room. The frightened filly hesitated at first, but it only took one harsh glare from her mommy to get the girl in line.

"Yes, ma'am," said Melody with a humble nod. She walked slowly, afraid to fall with her arms still bound behind her back. This gave her ample time to ponder what kind of hell she was about to go through as she approached the corner of the room where the tall mirror was hanging. Though, it wasn't the mirror that had Melody worried. That particular corner of the room had always been a curiosity when she had stayed at her Aunt's in the past.

There was a rubber pad on the floor. In the past, Melody liked to fantasize that it was the timeout spot for naughty babies. She'd imagine herself being made to stand there for an undisclosed amount of time in nothing but a diaper, forced to stare at her own shameful reflection in the mirror until her punishment was over. Though, now that she'd gotten to know the real Miss Fifi, she thought that might be a little too tame. If there was a pad on the floor at Fifi's, it was probably to protect the floor from piss, shit, or any other bodily fluid that might escape one of her victims during a particularly messy punishment session. Melody shuddered at the thought. After all that spiked oatmeal, it probably wouldn't take long before she felt her bowels churning in distress. She sighed, wondering how long her timeout would be last this time. If the pulleys and chains hanging from the ceiling were any indication, she'd be there for a while.

That was another thing she used to wonder about. That corner of the room had pulleys and steel hooks installed in the ceilings and walls. She always just assumed there used to be a curtain hung there or something, like a make-shift changing room. At least that's what she used to tell herself. She always thought it looked like a bondage dungeon, but Melody had kept that opinion to herself in the past, assuming that she was the one with the perverted mind. Now she knew better. It was starting to become very clear what this corner of the room was meant for. She started to get very nervous, getting weak in the knees as she thought about being chained up and spanked into submission.

However, despite her active imagination, Melody really had no idea what was coming. Miss Fifi had put too much thought and effort into manipulating and blackmailing her plaything. She wasn't going to waste all that on a simple spanking and some light bondage. There were too many surprises in the special closet that hadn't been tried yet.

Fifi had a wide variety of toys and clothes for big babies of all sizes. Some were cute, others not so much. After the incident at breakfast, Fifi decided it was time for Melody to try on some accessories from the kinkier side of the closet. The first item was a leather hood to keep the feisty filly quiet and tame. Fifi slung it over her arm and brought it over to Melody who was still waiting patiently.

"What's that?" asked Melody apprehensively. She could see it was black leather with silver hardware. It looked expensive, but she couldn't tell what it was. That is, until Fifi unfolded it and held it up to her face. Melody blushed and said, "Oh."

The hood slipped over Melody's long face with little effort, trapping her in complete darkness. It covered her entire head except for her ears and the end of her muzzle, leaving nose and mouth exposed. It was tricky getting the hood laced up tight with the filly's long mane getting in the way, but soon the soft black leather was as smooth and tight as a second skin. Once the hood was tied securely, Fifi shoved a bright red ball gag into the girl's mouth. There was little resistance from the teenager now. While Melody held the gag in her mouth willingly, Fifi fed the leather straps through the two silver buckles on either side of the hood's mouth opening and secured them tightly, forcing the rubber ball even further back into the defenseless girl's mouth.

"Can you push that out?" asked Fifi coldly.

Melody made a multitude of degrading grunts and gurgles as she tried in vain to force gag out of her mouth. She soon gave up and shook her head in defeat.

"Perfect. I don't want that gag popping out of your mouth once we get started. The neighbors might hear you crying for help," said Fifi in a semi-serious tone as she positioned herself behind her helpless victim.

It was so nerve-wracking in the blackness of the hood. Melody couldn't see what coming next. She could only stand there like a manikin with her arms behind her back and wait. Though, it wasn't long before she heard the rattling of a small chain followed by a sharp metallic click. A moment later she heard hear the whir of a motor and a chain rattling through the pulley mounted to the ceiling above her head. Before she could react, she felt her arms being pulled upward behind her back. She began to groan in discomfort as her arms were forced upward, requiring her to hunch forward to relieve some of the strain.

By the time Fifi stopped the winch, Melody was bent over with her arms up in the air, strappado style. The filly was still squirming around a bit, trying to find a more comfortable position, but it was no use. She accepted her fate and came to a rest. Though, her legs were still a little too close together for Fifi's tastes.

"Spread 'em," said Fifi, giving Melody a surprise slap on the thigh.

The big filly did as she was told. Straining her body even further, she opened her legs wider for the lecherous basset hound. Two more metallic clicks were heard as a steel spreader bar was fastened to the girl's ankle cuffs, keeping her legs spread as far as they would stretch. Melody whimpered in fear, realizing she was totally exposed and vulnerable. A fact that became all the more clear as she felt something bite down on each of her exposed nipples.

She immediately began squealing into her gag like a pig. The pain was unbearable at first. Totally blind, Melody had no idea what was going on. She squirmed and struggled as much as she could, but she could hardly put up a fight in her current position. Still, she didn't begin to calm down until Fifi finally interjected.

"Fight it all you want," said the cocky hound, "but those nipple clamps aren't coming off until I've decided you've been punished enough. That means you have to prove to me that you're ready for a second chance. Do you really think throwing a tantrum like this is going to convince me to let you go?"

Sure enough, Melody stopped her writhing. Groaning in pain, she shook her head vigorously to let Fifi know she was ready to be a good girl. Drool poured from her chin as she continued to whimper and moan, but Fifi didn't let up.

"Have some dignity, dear. You sound like a whore. Marcus can hear everything through the baby monitor, by the way. I don't know if I mentioned that earlier," teased Fifi.

Melody quickly stifled her vulgar vocalizations, suddenly feeling very self-conscious that her suffering was being broadcast throughout the house. She bit down hard on her gag and tried to rise above the searing pain coming from her chest. However, Fifi wasn't going to make it easy for the proud filly. Melody didn't even know the nipples clamps were attached with a small chain until the cruel hound grabbed hold of it and gave it a little tug. A shrill scream escaped the teen's mouth followed by a few more fearful whimpers, expecting another wave of searing pain to come any second.

"Aw, it sounds like someone is about to break down and cry like a little baby," said Fifi, grinning wickedly. "Why don't you show mama what a baby you are by wetting that nice clean diaper of yours. Frankly, I can't believe you stayed clean and dry this long."

Melody grunted and nodded her head as best she could to appease her mean mommy. She tried to relax her pelvic muscled enough to release, but couldn't. Her whole body was strained, forced into this awkward position, bent over with her arms up behind her. Not the mention the fiery aching of her tits and the fact she was still relatively new to using diapers in front of an audience. All these factors combined caused her clench up tighter than a tourniquet, despite the fact she really did have to piss. Luckily, Miss Fifi was always willing to lend a hand.

"C'mon, sweetie, don't be shy," said Fifi. Again, she gave the chain swinging between Melody's massive teats another tug. This time it was gentler, but she didn't let go right away. The hound's evil smile got wider as she slowly began to pull harder and harder, quickly reducing Melody into a sobbing wreck as she desperately tried to wet herself. With this kind of motivation it didn't take long.

Miss Fifi could tell the instant her slobbering slave sprung a leak. The scent of her urine was strong; she had definitely been holding it for a while. Nonetheless, Fifi released the chain, much to the relief of her plaything who literally gasped as she felt the pull of nipple clamps subside.

Melody's body was trembling from the pain in her chest at this point. It started to hurt less a few seconds after Fifi let go, but that was mostly due to the girls pain tolerance adapting to her agonizing situation. The feeling of hot needles was being slowly replaces with a dull, but continuous, aching throughout her whole chest. She expected another tug on the chain any second, but her mistress had other things on her mind.

"Don't you feel better now? It's not good for you to hold it that long," said Fifi, taking position behind the big filly. The naughty nanny continued as she gently patted the mewling girl on her diapered bottom. "Besides, you might as well get used to wetting and messing yourself. Because I'm going to have you diaper dependent by the end of the week."

As worrisome as Fifi's threats were, Melody couldn't help but get wet at the idea of being forced into diapers for a full week. It was one of her greatest fantasies, to be locked in diapers. Made to wallow helplessly in her own waste as she waited for a nice, strong mama to come and clean her up. However, now that her diaper dreams were finally coming true, she had regrets about giving up control. Could she really handle a full week with no toilet? How often would she get changed? Would she have to wear diapers in public? These were the questions that had Melody's mind racing. That is, until she felt something tugging at her diaper.

Instinctively, she swung her long tail back and forth trying to swat the threat away. Of course, Fifi didn't much appreciate being tail-whipped in the face. She grabbed the bound girl's tail and quickly tied a short length of silk rope around it. Then she tied the other end of the rope to the same chain that kept the filly's arms suspended, leaving Melody with her tail up in the air.

The filly sighed dejectedly. Now she was really stuck. She couldn't even cover herself with her tail anymore, which could mean only one thing. The defenseless teen lowered head in submission and waited to find out what Fifi was planning to do to her rear-end. Fortunately, she didn't have to wait long.

"There, now that you're fully restrained, we can finally get started with the real fun," said Fifi, slipping two fingers into Melody's waistband. In one quick motion, the horny old hound tore girl's diaper off entirely, revealing the big round rump hidden underneath.

Melody shuddered as she felt the cool breeze against her bottom which was still quite moist from her last wetting just a moment ago. She felt incredibly vulnerable knowing that she was totally powerless to stop whatever was coming. Though, she still had no idea what that might be. She assumed she was going to get a brutal beating same as Marcus. Melody was scared stiff, remembering the red spoon-shaped welts on the wolf boy's posterior. Each second that passed seemed like forever as she waited for her whooping, but it didn't come. Not yet at least. Fifi had other plans in store for that ass.

"I don't know what smells stronger. That piss-soaked diaper, or your dripping-wet pussy," said Fifi, eyeing her plaything's most private areas with absolutely no shame as she rolled up the wet diaper and tossed it over her shoulder toward the wastebasket. She licked her chops hungrily and slipped on a pair of latex gloves, ready to start poking and prodding.

Melody grunted, crudely vocalizing her anxious curiosity as she felt her ass cheeks being spread apart. A single lube-covered finger circled her puckered tail hole for a moment before plunging itself into the tight hole. The inexperienced filly moaned as she felt her ass being penetrated for the first time. Part of her liked the feeling of having her most private orifice invaded. It was naughty and shameful and there was nothing she could do to stop it from happening. Was this the rush she had been waiting for? Just thinking about it made her feel dirty. This wasn't something she should be enjoying. Then again, she had no way to fight back. She could hardly move a muscle. Even while clenching her tail hole shut as tight as she could, she still felt a second pre-lubed finger slip inside her with no problem.

Is this really happening? thought Melody, eliciting a perverse groan as she felt both fingers pushing deeper inside. A wave of euphoria washed over the confused teenager as she imagined pleading for mercy while being anally dominated by the big basset bitch. She thought about being kept blindfolded, bound, and gagged at all times, just a perverted plaything for her lesbian mistress to abuse. Though, despite her subconscious desires, she still couldn't help but fear what was coming next when she felt Miss Fifi's chubby fingers withdraw from her loosened anus.

"Just as I thought, my fingers aren't going to be enough for a foal your size," said Fifi, grinning mischievously. She had quite a collection to choose from. A whole drawer full of butt plugs alone. It didn't take her long to pick, but she still carried on like she was in painstaking deliberation. "Now, what size should I give you for your first time?"

Melody didn't make a sound. She just waited with her tail up, ready to bite down on her gag at a moment's notice.

"A masochist like you probably wants the biggest plug I have, right?" said Fifi trying not to snicker as Melody began to panic. The big baby shook her head and tried to kick her feet back in protest, but the spreader bar wouldn't allow it. Not even waiting for the tantrum to end, Fifi lubed up the plug and pressed the tip against the asshole of the wriggling slave.

"You better relax or this is going to hurt way more than it has to," said Fifi with a sneer. Having dispensed her only piece of advice, she began to push the plug inside. By the time it was halfway in, Melody had started to whimper again. Fifi stopped and held the plug in place while she waited for the girl's tail hole to adapt to the new size, chuckling at her gullible pet's overreaction.

After all, she hadn't chosen the biggest plug in her collection. Not by a long shot. The plug she chose was reasonably sized for young Clydesdale and had a very basic shape. Fifi didn't want to hurt her plaything just yet; this was still just a warm-up. Though, that didn't stop Melody from braying like a fool.

She was thoroughly convinced that her tail hole was about to be destroyed, even more so as she felt the plug began to creep further into her tight hole. The deeper the plug went, the wider it got. Each centimeter got harder and harder to take. Soon, Fifi was pausing every few seconds to let the girl's tail hole rest.

"This is taking too long," said Fifi grinning. "Bite down, sweetie. Mama's going to finish this with a single push."

Not knowing how much was left, Melody was genuinely afraid she was going to be torn in two. Her asshole was already stretched tightly and ached something terrible, and she didn't think she could take much more. She prayed it was just a sick joke up until she felt the plug begin to shift again. She pleaded into her gag, expecting excruciating pain. A second later, she let out a single loud yelp and it was over. That final push she was so worked up about turned out to be more like the final nudge needed to force the last fraction of a centimeter into her tail hole. It was the widest part of the plug, but the moment it passed the threshold it was swallowed up quickly, leaving her anus clenched around the relatively narrow notch near the base. Somehow it didn't hurt as bad as she expected. She started to doubt whether it was the biggest size. A doubt that was confirmed when she heard Fifi chuckling behind her.

_ Very funny, bitch_, thought Melody venomously. She was irritated that Fifi had deceived her, but she was still very relieved. The plug felt so much better once it was in all the way. It no longer hurt, but she could definitely still feel it as she tightened her pelvic muscles. The feeling was hard to describe. She felt kind of full in a strange way that she'd never experienced before. It wasn't very stimulating on its own. However, she understood what Miss Fifi was saying before in the kitchen. Just the feeling of having her ass penetrated at all times was enough to make Melody feel like an owned slut. As though her filthy holes were the nothing more than the property of her mistress to do with as she pleased. Again, the sex-starved filly found herself secretly craving more abuse. The physical signs of which were obvious to the acute senses of the older hound.

"Just as I thought," said Fifi smugly. She could see and smell the juices flowing at this point, but this was only the start of the teasing. Fifi pulled off her latex gloves and tossed them at the wastebasket before reaching into her apron pocket and pulling out a wireless egg-shaped vibrator. She set it to "high," grinning as she saw Melody's ears perk up at the humming of the vibe.

The girl's pussy twitched in anticipation, but it was nothing compared to the small convulsions she felt as the buzzing toy slid across her slippery labia and pressed against her clit. Melody reacted immediately, moaning and writhing as pleasurable sensations coursed through her body. Teased and tormented since the day before, her engorged clit was at least twice as sensitive as normal. The vibrations were so intense it was almost painful. She struggled in her blindness, but it was no use. Eventually, the overwhelmed filly gasped, nearly rocked by an orgasm before the toy was quickly snatched away. Desperate for release, Melody begged through her gag for ten more seconds of stimulation. Once again, the heartless hound's snickering could be heard.

"No, I think that will be enough for now. Remember, you're being punished," said Fifi. Of course, she didn't want her little diaper slave to get off completely. The girl was way more fun to play with when the slightest touch could make her groan and twitch. Fifi thought it was just adorable. Nevertheless, the ruthless hound would find a way to turn the poor filly's own pussy against her.

Melody grunted in surprise as she felt the vibrating egg slide into her wet sex. The feeling wasn't nearly as intense as before, but she still felt a pleasurable rush throughout her body each time she tightened up her pelvic muscles. She began to lose herself in the darkness of the leather hood. The dull pain radiating from her mistreated nipples and fully-stuffed rectum faded into the background as she built up to climax. However, her precious orgasm slipped away yet again as Fifi turned the vibe from "high" to "low."

The frustrated filly groaned indignantly after being denied a second time. She as so close a moment ago, but now she could only feel the slightest tickle from the cheap toy inside her. It was so unfair. She would have done anything for a chance to cum, but she had no way to tell Fifi. Though, it wouldn't have mattered anyway. The wicked hound had no intentions of satisfying the girl's lust yet. That would come later, if at all, and there was nothing Melody could do to change that. She whimpered as she felt the vibrator being removed.

"We won't be needing this anymore," said Fifi, dropping the slippery egg into one of her apron pocket. "Such a dumb girl you are. I can't believe you thought I was going to let you get off so easily. We haven't even started yet."

Melody hung her head, realizing that all that foreplay was just another ruse. Another trick to make her forget she was nothing more than a baby slave, just so her evil nanny could pull the rug out from under her and send her crashing back to reality. It worked. Melody felt like a grade-A fool as she heard Fifi scolded her.

"Such a naughty foal," said Fifi. "Rocking your hips and making those obscene noises - is that how a baby girl is supposed to act?"

Melody shook her head submissively. However, it wasn't enough to appease the controlling hound who continued to berate her.

"You're a baby slave remember? That's what you wanted, right? That means no sex, only dirty diapers. Shitting in your pants is all the pleasure you should need, and if you're not ready to act like a baby... Then I'll have to make you," said Fifi. She paused, and then asked the million dollar question. "Do you have to make a poopy, Melody?"

The filly shook her head, not liking where the way the conversation was going. Of course, that was a bit of a fib. The oatmeal was already making her tummy rumble and she felt the urge to evacuate growing. Unfortunately, she wasn't in any position to be lying to her mommy. She squealed in pain as the butt plug was unceremoniously yanked from her tail hole.

"Oh really? Then what's this?" said Fifi, inspecting the plug. The tip was streaked with feces. It was obvious that the shy teenager was quite literally full of shit. Fifi walked around to Melody's front and held the shit streaked plug under the lying slave's nose. "C'mon, sniff it and tell me you don't have to go," said Fifi.

The filly turned her head in disgust the moment she caught a whiff, grunting bitterly.

"Sniff it!" barked Fifi, raising her voice in a severe tone. "Or I'm going to pull that gag out of your mouth and make you lick this thing clean."

Sure enough, Melody turned her head back toward her vulgar mistress and pointed her nostrils toward the source of the rotten smell, sniffing timidly. Her eyes watered inside her hood as she inhaled the revolting odor. It was all so terribly degrading, but she didn't even try to resist. She wanted to fight back, but she couldn't bring herself to do it anymore. She finally accepted that she had no control. Fifi could make her do anything, no matter how revolting or demeaning.

"Now I'm going to ask you again," said Fifi, breaking the silence. "Does mama's big baby have to make a poopy?"

Defeated, Melody nodded her head. She was ready to get this whole humiliating debacle over with. However, Fifi wasn't ready to put a new diaper on the big baby just yet.

"That's what I thought. You better learn that there's no point lying to me, young lady. I'll catch you every time, and every time I'll make you sorry," said Fifi. She went over to the sink by the changing table and started the faucet. Grabbing an extra large water bottle from under the sink, she waited for the water to warm up. Once it was just above body temperature, she began to fill the water bottle as she tormented her plaything.

"Have you ever had an enema, Melody?" asked Fifi, trying to hide the excitement in her voice.

Melody shook her head, "no." She'd never had one, but she knew what they were. Maybe she'd been curious in the past, but she never imagined her first experience would be like this. Frankly, she was terrified at the idea that Miss Fifi was about to steal away the last little bit of control she still had over her own body.

"Oh my, this is a special treat. For me, at least," said Fifi as she shut off the faucet. She tore open a white packet and sprinkled the powdery contents into the water bottle before sealing it up with the stopper and giving it a good shake to mix it all together. She continued as she brought the water bottle over to where her unwilling foal was waiting. "You're about to take the biggest crap of your life, sweetie. Be sure to put on a good show for the camera."

Melody froze up in terror, wanting to disappear. She had no idea there were cameras in the nursery, no less two of them mounted high up on the walls. She'd never noticed them before, but that was the point. They were hidden behind childish pictures of balloons and stuffed animals to keep them safe from anyone not too keen on being recorded. As expected, Melody began to grunt and whine in protest, but Fifi was having none of it.

"Shut up! You're not getting out of this!" barked Fifi as she lowered another chain down from the ceiling and hung the bag of warm water from it. Still, she couldn't help but smile as she saw the bloated water bottle hanging over the reluctant teenager's rump. The rubber hose extending from the stopper hung down, allowing the inflatable enema nozzle at the end of the hose to rest against the poor girl's backside. Fifi put on her motherly voice as she continued teasing, "This is a very special first-time for you and I want to make sure I record it for my collection. Maybe someday we can re-watch these precious moments together so you can see how ridiculous your behavior has been."

Melody shook her head. She couldn't believe this was happening again. It was bad enough when it was just Fifi teasing her. She couldn't imagine what it would be like if any of these videos got out. Did Fifi really need any more blackmail material? Melody felt helpless, hopeless, and humiliated. She wanted to disappear as she felt another blob of cold lubricant being applied to her already sore tail hole.

Melody was trembling in fear by the time the deflated rubber nozzle was shoved into her asshole. Being pre-loosened, she hardly felt a thing. A relief since she was expecting more pain as the nozzle was forced upon her. However, things would only get worse from this point on. Melody groaned as she felt the enema nozzle being inflated. The rubber balloon inside of her kept growing and growing, and soon she was crying like a baby as she begged her mistress to stop.

"Blubber all you want - no one is going to come and save you," said Fifi as she continued pumping air into the inflatable plug. "Mama has to make sure to make a tight seal so nothing leaks out before the medicine has a chance to work its magic."

Melody was bawling by the time Fifi stopped pumping. The inflatable rubber nozzle in the defenseless filly's rectum had grown to roughly the size of a fist and there was no way to get it out. Melody bit down on her gag and grunted like a shameless pig as she tried over and over again to push the massive nozzle out of her body, but it was no use.

"Don't tire yourself out, sweetie. You're never going to shit out that plug" said Fifi, chuckling as she watched her plaything struggle in vain. The diabolical bitch proved her point by grabbing the rubber hose and trying to tug the fully-inflated nozzle out herself. This caused Melody to scream and cuss into her gag, but the nozzle stayed firmly in place as Fifi knew it would. Satisfied there would be no leaks, the ruthless nanny removed the clamp that was holding the rubber hose shut, allowing the contents of the rubber water bottle to flow freely into the feisty foal's aching back door.

Melody hushed up immediately as soon as she felt the strange sensation. She hardly noticed at first, but soon she could feel the warm liquid spreading through her abdomen. It felt rather nice in the beginning, but it didn't take long before she started to feel full. Soon she was grumbling in discomfort as the tepid solution continued to stream into her water logged colon.

"Don't be such a drama queen. You've got a long way to go yet," teased Fifi, as she walked away to grab one last toy.

I can't take much more, thought Melody as she chomped down on the gag in her mouth. She prayed it would end soon, that her mistress' previous quip was just another trick to break her spirit. However, Fifi wasn't playing around this time. In fact, she was busy fetching the wooden hairbrush from the nightstand next to the crib.

By the time Fifi returned to Melody's side, the poor girl was sobbing uncontrollably and pleading for mercy. She was aching for relief, but the solution kept streaming in, forcing its way deeper and deeper inside of her. Just when she thought she couldn't feel any fuller, her bloated abdomen would gurgle and let even more liquid come pouring in. To make matters worse, whatever Fifi mixed in earlier was starting to take effect.

Melody hollered into her gag as she felt her belly cramping up. Her body was trying to expel the irritating solution from her colon, but nothing could escape past the inflatable nozzle blocking the exit. The cramps only got worse and Melody was in total agony by the time the enema bag was finally empty.

Fifi smirked as she put the clamp back on the hose. She wanted to be certain none of the fluid inside the frantic filly could escape back up into the bag. "That's all of it," she said excitedly. "Can you feel the medicine working?"

Melody nodded her head and groaned loudly. Her knees were weak and her whole body quivered as she struggled to tolerate the terrible cramps.

"Now let's see. How long should I make you hold that? I think ten minutes is an appropriate punishment," said Fifi in a strict, motherly tone.

As expected, the blubbering teenager wasn't too pleased. The cramps were getting worse. Ten minutes sounded like an eternity. She voiced her displeasure by shouting an angry string of garbled curses through her gag.

Fifi just chuckled as she clutched the heavy wooden hairbrush in her paw. She couldn't make out everything, but she did manage to hear the words "fat bitch" a few times as well as a death threat or two. She wasn't surprised. It just meant the enema was doing its job. Even so, she couldn't ignore her baby's nasty little tantrum.

"Knock it off, missy," shouted Fifi as she walloped Melody across her bare ass with the back of the oversized hairbrush.

The poor girl cried out sharply as she was struck. The heavy brush left a stinging brush shaped welt on Melody's butt cheek that made her immediately regret her potty mouth. The continuous throbbing added a whole new layer of pain on top of the cramps that continued to rock her body. Sure enough, the rebellious foal returned to her submissive demeanor, apologizing profusely as she choked back tears. Nevertheless, another loud smack rang throughout the nursery as Fifi gave the foul-mouth brat a matching welt on her other ass cheek, then another, then another. Miss Fifi was going to give this uppity diaper-baby the spanking of a lifetime.

Melody howled and wailed the entire time. She was too distraught to even beg for leniency as blows rained down on her tender rump. Each hit came so fast that the poor girl quickly lost count as she devolved into frantic sobbing. At one point she even called out for her mother. By the time the spanking was finally over, Melody had snot and drool hanging from her chin and she was too hoarse to keep making a ruckus.

"Anything else you want to say to me?" asked Fifi.

Melody shook her head, but she didn't dare speak another word. She was done arguing and pleading. The only sound coming from the beaten and abused filly was heavy breathing.

"Good, I hope you've learned to control that idiot mouth of yours, because I'm about to take that gag out of your mouth." said Fifi sternly. "You're not to speak unless spoken to, is that understood?"

Melody nodded her head. A moment later she felt the ball gag yanked out of her mouth, giving her a chance to relax her sore jaw. She had plenty she wanted to say to Fifi, but the burning welts on her fanny were a painful reminder to keep her mouth shut. Though nothing could stop her from moaning as she felt another cramp shoot through her body. Luckily, Fifi ignored the girl's pathetic suffering for now and continued on with the punishment.

The fat hound, ready for a break, sat down in a rocking chair. She pulled an e-book reader out of her apron pocket and set an alarm for ten minutes in the future. "The timer starts now," said Fifi coldly. "You stand there and enjoy that enema while you think about why you're being punished."

Melody didn't make a sound.

"You can answer me, dear," explained Fifi. "Just be sure to use your best manners."

"Yes, ma'am," replied Melody weakly as she tried to ignore another painful cramp.

"Aw, you sound terrible, sweetie. Does your tummy really hurt that bad?" asked Fifi, trying to provoke another response from her plaything.

However, Melody wasn't foolish enough to react emotionally. She was finding it easier and easier to mind her manners around Miss Fifi. The constant demeaning punishments had started to wear the girl down. Without even raising her voice, she responded, "Yes, ma'am. It hurts a lot."

"Of course, stupid girl, that's the whole point," said Fifi with a sneer. "Maybe you'll remember this the next time you want to lay a hand on your poor mama."

"Yes ma'am. I'll remember," replied Melody, grimacing as her stomach cramped again.

"Well let's make sure of that, shall we?" said Fifi. "Repeat after me: naughty girls need discipline."

"Naughty girls need discipline," muttered Melody.

"Louder! And speak clearly. We don't want mumbling in our home movies, do we?"

Melody paused and waited for another excruciating cramp to pass before gathering up the strength to reply once more. "Naughty girls need discipline."

"That's better, now keep going until I tell you to stop. Make sure to keep that sincerity in your voice too. Slip up and I'll shove this gag back in your mouth, give you twenty more whacks on the brush, and start the timer over."

"Naughty girls need discipline. Naughty girls need discipline. Naughty girls need discipline," continued Melody. She was ashamed of her own cowardly obedience, but she knew she'd never get through this punishment otherwise. Nevertheless, the words began to sink in before too long.

Meanwhile, Fifi was reading peacefully in her rocking chair as she listened to Melody repeat her "naughty girl" mantra. The vindictive hound counted each repetition in her head, waiting for the count to reach fifty

"Very good," said Fifi, interrupting the poor girl's chanting. "Now I want you repeat: back-talk will earn me a well-deserved spanking."

As expected, Melody did as she was told. However, as her timeout continued the cramps continued to get worse. She began feeling light-headed, adding longer pauses in-between each repetition. Still, she managed to get through all fifty with several minutes left on the timer.

Again, Fifi chimed in with a new humiliating phrase to repeat. "Last one," said Fifi. "Repeat: I am a weak little baby and I use my diapers freely."

This time Melody hesitated a bit, suddenly feeling very self conscious in front of the security cameras. Luckily, she only got a warning from her mistress' this time.

"Better speed it up, honey," said Fifi. "I don't care how much is left on the timer. You're not going to get a fresh diaper until you get through this."

Melody sighed. She wasn't looking forward to another shitty diaper, but she wouldn't complain if it meant she could finally release the liquid sloshing around inside her. With great shame, she raised her voice and repeated, "I am a weak little baby and I use my diapers freely. I am a weak little baby and I use my diapers freely. I am a weak little baby and I use my diapers freely."

Fifi smiled as she watched her plaything wriggling in pain. The willful filly continued her mono-toned chanting right up until the timer went off, and even continued after. Not stopping until Fifi interjected.

"That's enough. You can stop," said Fifi. The big basset got up and walked over to the stash of supplies near the crib. "You want to be put back into diapers now?"

"Yes, ma'am," said Melody feebly. She had no energy left to argue. She just wanted this to be over so she could finally rest.

Miss Fifi hummed merrily to herself. Satisfied with her despicable work, as she grabbed the thickest disposable diaper she could find. She even stuffed it with half-a-dozen booster pads to increase absorption before returning to the timeout corner. Admittedly it took a bit of work, but Fifi was still able to tape the extra-thick diaper on plenty tight despite the long rubber hose protruding from the girl's tail hole.

Remarkably, Melody was relieved to feel the warm comfort of a diaper covering her once again. It made her feel safe from spankings and unwanted anal play, but still she couldn't help by cry softly to herself as she thought about what was coming next.

"I bet you're looking forward to this," said Fifi, checking the diaper one last time to make sure it was tight all around. "Next time you start feeling like a big girl, I want you to think back and remember this moment."

With that, Fifi took hold of the rubber hose that stuck out from the girl's leg gather. With one smooth motion, she released the air from the inflatable enema nozzle and yanked the whole apparatus out. As to be expected, Melody yelped as the semi-deflated plug was jerked out of sore asshole, but she didn't have any time to complain.

The powerless teenager wept pitifully as a river of filth began to surge into the seat of her previously clean and pleasant diaper. At first it was mostly water, but it didn't take long before she could feel her diaper filling with hot, sticky mud. It was an incredible relief, but at the same time she was ashamed at her own lack of control.

The torrent of shit seemed unending. Sure, it would subside for a few seconds, but then she'd feel another cramp followed by another payload of gooey, wet shit that made the seat of her diaper puff out. Each time she helplessly messed herself, she let out a strained grunt that Fifi thought was just adorable. Though, the filthy filly didn't feel too cute.

Please make it stop, thought Melody as she felt the warm, slippery manure creeping into every nook and cranny of her diaper. The process of expelling the entire enema took several minutes, with every load weighing down her diaper more and more. By the time the cramps finally stopped, the back of her Huggies were drooping and she couldn't move without feeling her diapers squish. Of course, Fifi was right there to tease her big stinky foal.

"Feeling better now? Is it all out?" asked Fifi.

"Yes, ma'am," answered Melody feebly.

"Very nice work, if I do say so myself'" said Fifi smugly. "That might be the smelliest diaper I've ever encountered. Not the fullest yet, but you might be in the running by the time I peel that diaper off. It's plenty thick, so no need to change you just yet. Do you have a problem with that?"

"No, ma'am," replied Melody. Disappointment could be heard in her voice, but she knew she was in no position to complain. She was just glad the cramps were over.

"Good. I'll let you sit in it all day since you enjoy poopy diapers so much," said Fifi with a chuckle as she gave her big baby a few playful pats on the bottom to help spread the muck around. "You ever had a diaper rash?"

"No, ma'am," murmured Melody. She squirmed as she felt her filthy diaper being pressed against her already coated skin.

"Well, you're going to if you keep acting like a brat," threatened Fifi as she prepared to let the conquered Clydesdale out of her restraints. "If you get on your best behavior, I might be inclined to give you some rash cream with your next change."

Melody didn't have a chance to respond. It was all she could do to not scream as Fifi removed the clamps from her nipples. The filly barely even noticed them a moment ago, but the second the clamps came off her chewed-up nipples began to throb as badly as when the clamps when on in the first place. Luckily, the pain didn't last long. It had faded almost completely by the time she was freed from the spreader bar.

Her legs were stiff, but at least she could adjust her stance while she waited for Fifi to untie her tail and lower the chain that held her wrists. Before to long, Melody could actually stand up straight again. Though, after being hunched over so long, her back was so sore that she just wanted to lie down. Luckily, she felt Fifi take her by one of her hand mitts and begin to lead her.

"We're going to the crib. Are you okay to walk? Or would you prefer to crawl?" asked Fifi as she noticed the girl's knees shaking.

"I can walk, ma'am," answered Melody weakly as she continued on her hooves. With each step she could feel the hefty load shifting around in her diaper. She had been through so much that day, but she was so tired she could hardly remember it all now. She couldn't wait to crawl into that oversized crib and rest. It was still pitch black inside the leather hood, but she felt safe with her new mama leading her.

"Alright, we made it. Just hold on for a second while I get you a bigger diaper cover," said Fifi. She lifted Melody's hand and guided it to the crib bars to give the girl something sturdy to support herself while she helped the exhausted teen into a large pair of plastic panties. They weren't as cute as the frilly diaper cover Melody wore to breakfast, but they had to fit over the filly's extra poofy diaper.

"There we go. We don't want any leaks, right?" asked Fifi, glad to have that powerful smelling diaper hidden under a layer of plastic.

"No, ma'am," replied Melody softly.

"Aw, such a sleepy wittle foal. I think it's time for a nap," said Fifi sweetly as she lowered the crib bars and helped her baby crawl into bed.

Melody nearly cried tears of joy when she felt the soft, cushy bedding. She couldn't remember a time she had been this worn-out and tired. Wasting no time, she plopped her heavy head down onto an over-stuffed pillow and went limp as her mama got her strapped down.

Fifi worked fast, getting her foal's tired legs secured first. The crib wasn't quite long enough so Melody had to lay with her knees spread and her hooves together. Next, she did the wrist and bicep restraints, followed by a strap across the chest for good measure. Once Melody was locked down tight and unable to move, Fifi added the finishing touch.

The blind filly whimpered, startled as she felt something touch her lips. She turned her head slightly, unsure of what was coming. Still, she opened her mouth and accepted it willingly, realizing afterward that it was an adult-size pacifier.

"No fussing," chided Fifi. She buckled the authentic-looking paci to the leather hood same as the ball gag had been attached and gave it a tug to make sure it wouldn't drop out of the filly's mouth during her nap.

Melody gave a content sigh as she sucked the rubber nipple. Hardly able to stay awake in the darkness of the hood, she started dozing almost immediately. However, Fifi had one more special treat left.

The horny basset hound couldn't wait anymore. She'd been teasing her plaything since last night and it was finally time to give the little slut an orgasm to remember. Fifi grinned as she plugged the Magic Wand into the wall. It was a powerful back massager with vibrations strong enough to feel through any diaper, and it always got her slaves howling with pleasure. The loud hum of the electric motor got the attention of Melody who squirmed nervously.

"Don't worry," said Fifi, "you'll enjoy this."

Sure enough, Melody's started moaning the second the powerful vibrator touched the front of her diaper. Her head went back and she bit down on her pacifier, shocked by the extreme sensations radiating from between her hips. It felt so good it hurt. Even through the thick padding it was several times more intense than the cheap plastic vibe from earlier. Unable to get enough, Melody tried to grind her hips up and down as best she could despite her restraints.

"Look at you wriggling around. You just love being messy and stinky, don't you," said Fifi, holding the vibrator firmly on the crotch of her filly's diapers.

Melody nodded her head like a good girl. As shameful as it was, she couldn't deny the filthy diaper around her waist made her feel even more weak and helpless than the hood or the restraints. Being forced to orgasm while wearing a soiled diaper was one of those fantasies she kept hidden away in the back of her head. Now that she was actually experiencing it, her body pleaded for more.

It took less than a minute for the pent-up filly to climax, but it was the most incredible orgasm of her life. She lost control of her muscles as a wave of absolute pleasure coursed through her entire body. The restraints held her snuggly and prevented her from twitching and thrashing, but Fifi could tell what was happening by the way Melody gasped and shook her head.

"Had enough?" asked Fifi, turning off the toy and laying it in the crib next to her foal for later.

The girl nodded her head, still quivering with pleasure.

"Then you just close you eyes and get some rest. I don't want to deal with a cranky baby tonight," said Fifi with a smile as she bent over and gave her filly a kiss on the nose. Without speaking another word, the maternal hound raised the bars on the crib and locked them in place. She waited crib-side, watching over Melody until the tuckered filly drifted off to sleep a few minutes later.