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

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Melody beamed with joy as her parents dropped her off in front of her Aunt Marzipan's house. As she strolled up the walkway to the front door she thought back on last time. Marzipan's live-in girlfriend, Ms. Fifi, actually ran a sort of day care for big boys and girls. She "baby-sat" them for a while. Of course, she got paid like any other nanny or babysitter; she needed to make a living. Melody has always been lucky enough to get the "pampered in pampers" treatment for free when she visits.

Melody had always been obsessed with diapers, even when she was a little filly. It seemed like she always wanted to be in diapers ever since they took her out of them. She hardly ever got to wear them at home, though. She had little privacy and no money for expensive big-girl diapers. Plus, her classes had been really rough on Melody this year, so she had been more desperate than ever to get to get padded, drink juice from a bottle and watch some cartoons. That's why it's such a treat to come and visit her Aunt and Ms. Fifi for a whole week.

Melody leapt up the front steps and enthusiastically mashed down the door-bell so hard it creaked.

"Come on in, sweetie," came a voice from inside.

The door swung open and Melody practically galloped inside, then her bags hit the floor with a thud. In a daze, she reached back and closed the door, not taking her eyes off the strange boy on the floor. 'Who is he?' she wondered. Restrained very harshly on the floor in the hall leading to the front door was a pudgy young wolf boy. He was black and gray and looked to be a little older than Melody, though smaller. Melody was a very large girl; a teenage Clydesdales stand taller than most adult wolves. She didn't dislike wolves, though she really didn't talk to any at school. The fact that this boy was totally naked made her wonder if she was doing something wrong. Was it okay for her to come in and see this? She had never really seen a naked boy up close. Not to mention a naked boy who was locked into a wicked looking breeding rack on his hands and knees like he was waiting to get it from behind.

His wrists were bound to the stockade using locking leather cuffs on either side of his head. His neck was locked in a very rigid looking posture collar mounted on a pole which jutted up from the "I" shaped foundation of the stockade equal distance between his bound hands. As if that wasn't enough, his hand-paws were locked in padded leather mitts which were secured with padlocks to keep him from tampering with his restraints. Of course, his legs were spread and bound to the rack as well, leaving his rear-end totally vulnerable.

However, the ultimate humiliation was the shit-filled diaper that lay spread open under his nose. The poor boy's muzzle was suspended only centimeters from the mound of brown filth which had accumulated in the center of the diaper, leaving him no choice but to breath in the rank odor of feces as the thick, sturdy collar around his neck kept his head nearly stationary. Melody wondered if the boy himself had been the one to fill the diaper. Could this have been some sort of punishment for a naughty "baby"?

"Mmmm mmmmmMMMMMmmmm," groaned the bound wolf boy, as he tried to crane his head high to get a look at who had seen him in this pitiable condition. He managed to move his head enough so Melody could see the impressive leather muzzle strapped around his head. The boy's snout was bound shut in a leather sleeve which was secured by a locking buckle behind his head. On top of that, some kind of plug was held tightly in the muffled wolf's mouth by means of a harness which buckled around his muzzle, behind and across his head. It didn't look like it was going to be coming loose anytime soon. "Mmmmmm hrmmm hmmm!" he continued, beginning to struggle against the breeding-rack, but he didn't make it far.

"Oh, so sorry. Don't mind him at all, dear," rang a voice from the kitchen, followed immediately by the owner. Ms. Fifi came down the hall to retrieve Melody, who still hadn't made it more than a few steps into the house. Ms. Fifi was just as pudgy as ever and her long blonde hair hung down next to her droopy basset hound ears. She continued to apologize profusely as she gave Melody a big hug. "I'm sorry, sweetie. I forgot that you were going to be coming for a visit. It wasn't until this morning when Marzipan mentioned it that I remembered. As you can see, the house is going to be a little more crowded this week. Don't worry, we'll still have fun like always. You're just going to be sharing the 'Kid's Room' with this little boy."

"Him?" asked Melody nodding toward the trembling little wretch in the rack.

"Yes, dear. He wont bother you too much though," replied Ms. Fifi. Then, catching the wolf boy looking up at her and Melody from the floor, she snapped, "Head down, bitch! Keep your eyes on that mess you made in front of you. Make sure to get a good sniff. You look up at me again and I'll shove your face in it."

Melody was not used to hearing such hatred spewing from Ms. Fifi, but the boy was apparently used to it. Without hesitation or so much as a whimper the boys eyes fell to the diaper laid out in front of him and he was once again focused on the horrendous smell of his own poop. His face was so low to the ground that if he lapsed concentration and let his neck go limp for even a moment his nose might have splat right into the mess below.

"Who is he?" asked Melody innocently.

Ms. Fifi rolled her eyes. "Oh, this pathetic excuse for a boy is named Marcus and I will be watching him until next weekend. He's going home the same day as you are. His mother had to go out of town for a job so she needed someone who could care for a boy with his 'needs'. You see, he's a totally spoiled, totally lazy, and totally useless excuse for a young man. He's been in diapers his whole life and is used to having his mother take care of his every need and as a result he can't take care of himself. Hence, he's been sent to me."

"...but why is he like this?" continued Melody, astounded.

"Because, my dear, he is a very naughty little boy," said Ms. Fifi with a smirk. "You see, up until puberty, Marcus was actually a very sweet boy, even if he never bothered to potty-train himself. However, once he got into his teens, his mother says that he became demanding, rude, and foul-mouthed. You see, even though he chose to act like a baby, he thinks all the adults around him should cater to his every whim. He demands diaper changes whenever he wets, he yells at his mother unless he gets to watch cartoons all day, and worse of all, he throws a tantrum if he doesn't get pizza or hamburgers for dinner. As you can see, he's getting a little fat. Isn't that right, Marcus? You're a chubby little pup and we're going to put you on a diet. You like that?"

Marcus gently tugged at his restraints again, trying to get a more comfortable position worked out while never breaking focus on the diaper under his nose. He was obviously distraught that these two woman were discussing him as though he weren't in the room.

"That's not all though," Ms. Fifi continued. "His mother actually asked me to try and work with him, to give him some discipline and teach him some respect. I'd say we're off to a good start, wouldn't you? Watch this. Marcus! Give that messy diapie a good sniff for me and tell her how you like it. Don't make me beat your bottom again."

Obviously feeling very helpless, Marcus gives the shiny, wet dung in front of him a little sniff. Noticing that his cruel master has not yet praised him, he continued to sniff harder and harder. His nostrils flared up slightly and a soft nasal whistle could be heard with each hearty snort. All to please his cruel babysitter. Then, he looked up, eyes watering either from the horrid odor or shame, to see if Ms. Fifi was still watching him. She had turned to Melody once more and didn't even bother to praise Marcus before changing the topic of conversation.

"See? Now he's a worthless diaper sniffing baby-slave and his mother is going to be getting a lot less back-talk now. You should have seen this brat when his mother first dropped him off yesterday evening. Before I first opened the door, I could hear him and his mother arguing on the front stoop. He was actually scolding his mother for not stopping at a gas station to change him out of his poopy diapers. Apparently, he messed himself in the car and was embarrassed to meet a new babysitter with his pants full of poo. When I had heard enough, I opened the door to see this wimpy looking wolf boy in a pair of green overalls yelling at his mother as if she were the one who made him crap his pants. Noticing me, he clammed right up and put his hands behind his back. I could tell he was going to be a big crybaby from the moment I saw him, but that just makes it more fun for me."

"Wow, that is naughty," said Melody with a giggle. She was fascinated by the idea of using diaper punishments to make a big boy or girl back into a baby. "How did he end up like this?"

"Slow down, darling, I'm getting to that. I swear, you seem awfully interested in this bad pup. I thought you would be disgusted by the sight that poopy diaper."

Melody blushed a little and shook her head. She was actually embarrassed that she wanted to know more, but she was really fascinated.

"Well, the brat didn't stop his bad behavior. I let them both in and spoke with his mother about his daily routines. Apparently, this little snot-ball had been living like a prince. Just videogames, cartoons, and snacks all day. No need to stand and go potty - he would just use his diaper and whine and cry until his mother came and wiped his butt clean. He was making all the decisions in the house and his poor mother was more like a slave. His mother begged me to help her. She pleaded with me to put him in his place so that she could have her sweet baby boy again. I agreed and then sent her on her way. She wouldn't want to know how I was about to torture this little piggy. I started by ordering him to get out of those stupid green overalls. He obliged, probably thinking he would get a change, ha! Right away, I saw he wasn't wearing any rubber panties. What was his mother thinking? Without rubbers, a baby his size is going leak all over, so I asked him where his rubber panties were. He said that he didn't like rubber pants because they make him sweat. As if I'm going to let a big baby leak pee and poo all over my nice clean house because he doesn't like how rubbers make him uncomfortable." Poor little Marcus was forced to listen as Ms. Fifi told this cute new mare all about his messy diapers and rubber panties like he was nothing more than a child. Eventually, he began to whimper and cry in shame. Nonetheless, he kept his eyes and his nose down to avoid another humiliating scolding from Ms. Fifi. Marcus knew he had no choice but to listen as all his secrets were revealed to a stranger while the plug in his mouth prevented him from defending himself.

Ms. Fifi continued to explain the previous night's events to a very attentive Melody, "I dragged the fat little baby into the kitchen and sat him down on a hard wooden chair. I even caught him grimacing as he felt the warm mess spread all over his backside, so I laughed in his face and told him to get used to it. Then, if you can believe it, this pathetic little worm actually put on a mean face and demanded that I give him a diaper change. At this point I was downright giddy. I just love it when diaper boys think they have a right to order me around. I slapped this runt across his bratty face and called your Auntie Marzipan to come in and assist me. You should have seen the look on his face when he saw your Aunt. Seven feet of sexy Clydesdale covered in muscle walked into the room and got right in Marcus' face. She asked him if he was going to be on his best behavior and the bad-tempered little shit shut right up and nodded. He didn't even have the balls to say a word to Marzipan."

"What did Auntie Marz do?" asked Melody quite casually, not wanting to give any hint that she was very excited by all of this.

"She didn't have to do much," answered Ms. Fifi. "Just by being in the room, she scared that cowardly brat back into a perfectly cooperative baby allowing us to put him in all his cute restraints. Locking mitts on the hand-paws to keep him out of trouble. Locking cuffs on the ankles so we can put him in whatever position we like. Lastly, a locking collar so we can drag him around by his neck like an animal. Once he was all geared up, it was just a matter of clipping his mitts together at the wrist behind the back of the chair to render him totally helpless for his dinner. I force-fed this whining lil puke an entire gallon of my special oatmeal. I just kept ramming spoonfuls and spoonfuls into his mouth while he blubbered and moaned. If he shut his mouth, Marz would force his muzzle open with brute-strength. By the time it was all over, lil Marcus here was splattered down the front with oatmeal and begging for mercy. I've never seen a boy his age cry so much over a little oatmeal. Of course, he just thought it was yucky, sticky oatmeal, he didn't even know it was packed with fiber and laxatives. So, I told him 'Good boys are seen and not heard' and I locked that harness on his sassy mouth. The plug is actually a rubber dog dick, so he can practice sucking cock like a sissy. The leather sleeve holds his muzzle shut so he can't do anything but suck that pretty red dildo and whine to himself. Isn't that right? Why don't you give Melody here a demonstration, Marcus. If you can beg loud enough with that gag in your mouth, maybe you can sit and watch some cartoons with your new friend."

"Mmmmah ahmmmm mmmmMMMmmm," groaned Marcus from his place on the floor. Then, realizing that he couldn't get out a coherent word, he tried to compensate by increasing his volume. "MMMMMMM! MmmMMMMMMMM! MMMMmmmm...."

"I didn't understand any of that, Marcus," explained Ms. Fifi coquettishly, then turning to the young mare. "Melody, do you think that was good enough to prove he's learned his lesson?"

Melody thought for a second as she stared down at the shameful sight of this sobbing wolf boy with his plump ass up in the air and his nose in a shitty diaper. She tried to weigh the options. On one hand, freeing him would be the "nice" thing to do. Then again, she was feeling so electrified hearing the kinky stories from last night that she really wanted to see what would come next for lil Marcus if she left him to cry in the breeding rack.

"I'm not sure," started Melody, flashing a smirk down at the wolf pup who stared up at her with tears forming in his eyes. "Ms. Fifi, what else happened last night? I don't even know why he's being punished yet."

"You're right, I haven't even gotten to the worst part yet. So, after we had forced the oatmeal down his throat, we dragged his fat ass to the 'Kid's Room' and strapped him down nice and secure in the big crib. No pajamas and no diaper change, either. We put this bitch to bed in the same shitty diaper he was barking at his mother to change. Once he was locked down nice and tight, I told him a little bedtime story about another pup who went to bed in that very same crib and was forced to hold a two liter ice-milk retention enema all night. Then the lights went out and Marz and I retired to our room. Well, my oatmeal proved effective yet again. On at least three separate occasions, I awoke to the sounds of Marcus grunting and moaning as he filled the seat of his pampers. The little shit is lucky I didn't come in and peg his ass for making a peep after lights out."

Melody was so enamored by the tales of diaper discipline, that she knelt down to offer Marcus a patronizing pat on the head. Marcus got real stiff, afraid that maybe she would push his face down into the soiled diaper below. She didn't, of course; Melody was still too nice. Though, she had thought about it. "Wow, what a noisy pup! Do you always wake up everyone in the house when you go poopy?"

That was too much for Marcus. He had already been desecrated in front of Ms. Fifi, but to hear this pretty new girl poking fun at his torment was too much to bare. Marcus began to cry again, like a baby. Tears and snot dripped into the horrid mess below him as he wept in shame.

"Ugh, boo-hooing again? You really are pathetic, Marcus," teased Ms. Fifi as she looked down at him with contempt. "Remember when I said he didn't like rubber panties. Well, no rubbers plus my oatmeal will always spell a leaky baby. I could hear him, up all night pooping his pants like I expected. Sure enough, this morning I found this huge stain emanating from his butt. The best part is that he actually tried to scold ME for not giving him a change. As if I were the one who put all that shit in his pants. Well, a fitting punishment needed to be found. I stuck him in the breeding-rack so Marz can put him into his place when she gets home. That should stop some of his fidgeting and struggling, at least. I haven't fed him since last night after we gagged him, either. He's not getting fed until Marz has her chance to him to make him squeal. Spending the day tied down and naked in the entrance-way should make it clear that he is nothing more than a shameless diaper-pooper and therefore has no right to privacy. Of course, the diaper under his nose will establish that he's the bitch in this house. Whenever his eyes water from the smell he can think of how his poor mother has to smell his soiled diapers everyday. When he looks at the disgusting mess in front of him, he can be reminded of how his poor mother has to look at every one of his dirty diapers when she changes him. We just want to make sure he has time to sit and reflect on what a pathetic little baby he is."

Then she turned to Melody. "Listen, why don't you grab your stuff and follow me to the 'Kid's Room'? I want to show you what this little idiot did in his crib. Ah, and we can even get YOU into something more comfortable. Don't worry, this lil shit isn't going anywhere. He's going to be stuck in this breeding rack until Auntie Marz gets home from work. Then she will deal with him."

Melody didn't need to say anything. She grabbed her bags and stepped forward to indicate her readiness, even though Ms. Fifi was acting a little more malevolent than usual. In fact, Melody liked watching Marcus sulk while Ms. Fifi went on about the humiliating details of the previous day and morning. Looking back at Marcus one last time, she finally got a rear view. She just wanted a glance, at first. She didn't want to get caught gawking at this boy's privates, but once she laid eyes on his butt-plug and chastity cage, she had to stop and stare.

"Oh, I really have to tell you about this..." laughed Ms. Fifi. "You're staring at the cock-cage, right? Well, this sissy's mother told me that he won't go to bed until she jerks him off. Can you believe that? A big wolf boy like him, whining for a hand job from his mother. I can't think of anything more shameful."

"Ew, really? From his own mom?" asked Melody with a disgusted yet amused tone in her voice.

"Yeah, how pathetic. Anyway, this morning when I saw what this fool did to his sheets, I was furious. So, when I saw him crack a measly lil stiffy while I was peeling him out of that nasty diaper back there, I hit the roof. I wiped him clean, taking special care to tug, slap, and twist his little pebbles in doing so. Then, I lotioned up his tiny dick and his wrinkly little sack and locked this chastity cage on. Now, he wont even be able to get morning wood, no less a hand job."

"When will it come off?" asked Melody innocently.

"I don't know, dear. I think I'm going to leave it on all week and then send him home wearing it under his pamper. His mother will get the key so it will be up to her to decide. I usually suggest at least a month of chastity to teach the pup that you're in charge. Once you control a boy's pecker, you control him."

Hearing this, Marcus gave a long drawn out whimper from the confines of the breeding-rack. He hated his cock-cage already, and it had only been on since this morning. Every time he so much as thought about getting an erection, it hurt. Rubber spikes lined the cage to punish each and every impure thought the boy had.

"Now, the inflatable butt-plug up this lil homo's rump has many uses. Firstly, every time this pathetic slut makes a noise or tugs at his restraints, I can give it another pump or two to show him who's in charge. Second, it keeps this sorry excuse for a wolf from defecating on the floor like an animal. Last, it's going to keep his tail hole nice, loose, and soft, so Marzipan can ram a strapon up his ass when she gets home. This little virgin is finally going to get some action, but he's going to be the one getting pounded."

Marcus's eyes went wide. Sure, he had suffered incredible humiliation already, but this was the first time he heard he would be getting fucked up the ass. He tugged against the breeding rack in a panic but there was no use. He was stuck with his naked fanny up in the air, cool air rushing past his exposed tail hole reminded him that he was totally vulnerable.

"Now dear, can we please get out of this hallway? The smell of that diaper is going to make me dizzy. Let's just leave Marcus to enjoy the smell of his sissy toilet and get your things put away."

Melody nodded and down the hall they went.