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Once Stella had disappeared up the stairs, Jen walked over to Paper in the playpen. Paper looked up at Jen, slightly worried. She knew she had been bad. She enjoyed being a bit of a brat, because they always punished her so well. But from the look on Jen's face, she wasn't sure how much she was going to enjoy this punishment.

Jen didn't say anything to Paper as she reached down and picked her up, and Paper knew better than to resist. Paper was easily hoisted over the colorful fence of the playpen before being told to stand still. Jen walked slowly around Paper, taking off the frilly white dress she had been made to wear that morning. In only about a minute and a half, Paper was standing in only a bra, a wet diaper, and socks. Jen removed the bra as well, letting Paper's large breasts hang freely against her chest. Paper gave Jen big eyes, trying to communicate that she was sorry, but Jen only glared back at her with an evil smile.

"Follow me," Jen said, sternly. Paper didn't dare disobey, and was led through the house mostly nude. In the dining room, Jen had set up an adult sized high chair at the end of the table. Before Paper even had the chance to think about getting into it herself, she was lifted under the arms and placed roughly into the seat, right onto her cold, wet diaper. Jen locked the tray in place, preventing Paper from squirming around at all, and complemented it by strapping Paper's wrists and ankles to the chair. Jen disappeared into the kitchen, and Paper was left there to sit there in nervous, clammy, uncomfortable anticipation. She could tell she was going to be fed something, which was bad enough after the huge breakfast she had been "treated to" by Auntie Jen this morning. She wasn't sure how much more she could eat, and she knew that if she was being fed more, it meant that Auntie Jen wanted her to pack her diaper.

"So, what's the plan?" Stella said to Jen as she walked into the kitchen.

"Oh, just a little something," Jen said. She beckoned Stella over, and whispered her plot into her big fox ear. Stella smiled as she heard, and then peered around the corner to stare at Paper in the room over.

"I'm gonna go and grab her mittens," Stella added.

"Okay, a little bit of pet play. How original," Paper thought, relaxing as she breathed a sigh of relief. "They don't mean an actual punishment, just a fun one."

She smiled as Stella returned with a cute black collar and restrictive mittens. Stella forced Paper's hands into the mittens before stepping behind Paper and clipping the collar on. She wrapped her arms around Paper and grabbed at her large breasts.

"I don't think you understand what kind of punishment this is gonna be," Stella said into Paper's ear as she rubbed Paper's already satiated tummy.

At long last, Jen walked into the dining room with a terribly large bowl of what was unmistakably oatmeal. Paper's heart sank as she stared down at the large popcorn bowl Jen had filled to the brim with oatmeal, something she was no doubt expected to finish; this punishment didn't seem like it was going to be very fun after all. Stella put the finishing touch on Paper when she added a bib around her neck; a babyish bib that said "Let's Eat!" and came down to just above her stiffened nipples.

"Here comes the airplane!" Jen said as she lifted the spoon towards Paper's mouth. Paper got a good look at the oatmeal and frowned. It wasn't the worst thing she'd been fed, but she still didn't enjoy it. She pulled her head back, and shut her mouth tightly. The first scoop collided with her lips, and fell down onto her bib.

"Someone sure is naughty today," Jen said as her second scoop of oatmeal wound up just like the first. Stella got a smile on her face before she walked over to Paper and started toying with the bound girl's erect nipples from behind. Paper was helpless to stop it as Stella rubbed her sensitive nipples and toyed with her supple breasts. Bits of pleasure went through Paper's body; she breathed heavily but quietly through her mouth, and Jen took the opportunity, shoving the spoon between her parted lips, smearing over half of it on Paper's lips as she did.

Paper was surprised as she felt the warm, mushy food in her mouth, and she made the mistake of opening her mouth in surprise. Another scoop followed, and then another, and she was forced to swallow the oatmeal. She tried to close her mouth again and Stella simply put her hand over Paper's nose and pinched.

"Feel free to keep acting up," Jen said, shoveling more oatmeal into Paper's maw. "You're just making your punishment worse." Paper pouted.

This oatmeal tasted different. Something was off about it, but Paper couldn't place exactly what ingredients were different. She assumed, however, that it was simply another example of her being fed a "special" meal that was designed with the express purpose of going right through her. She didn't like messing, but it didn't look like there was much she could do to fight it, at least not with all her limbs firmly secured to the high chair and her stomach fully stuffed.

Paper was starting to feel bloated. All of the oatmeal was filling up her tummy, which had only begun to digest the morning's large breakfast. She looked unhappily at the bowl which was about halfway empty and groaned, feeling her stomach filling up fast. Jen was shoveling the food into Paper's mouth faster than Paper could process it; by the time she had swallowed she had more in her mouth waiting to go down. It just kept coming and coming, and Paper felt like she couldn't handle anymore.

The oatmeal kept coming, until eventually the spoon Jen was using was starting to clink against the bottom. Jen kept going until the bowl was empty, and then scraped the spoon around the bowl and deposited the last bits into Paper's tired, waiting maw.

Stella patted Paper's back hard, and she let out a loud burp, much to her embarrassment. Stella giggled. Jen wiped Paper's face with a napkin, getting rid of all the oatmeal that had smeared across her face. Paper felt bloated and exhausted, and didn't have the energy to continue putting up any resistance.

"So, you think you're a big girl do you? Well, I think you're being disrespectful to your Mommy and I," Jen said. Paper stared at her, not sure where she was going with this. "I don't think you appreciate the work we do for you. You don't appreciate your diapers. Well, I'm going to make you love them," she said, with a cocky smile.

Paper was helped out of the high chair and she was dragged into the living room where Jen promptly pulled her down over her knee. Paper's diaper was pulled down, revealing her plump pink asscheeks to the cool air of the room. With her snout pressed down against the navy blue couch cushions, her bloated tummy against Jen's thighs, and her ass fully exposed, she was completely under Jen's control. The tall zebra woman pulled her hand back and delivered a resounding smack to Paper's behind. And then another. And then, well, a few more, but less than Paper expected. She enjoyed the spanking, and was glad that this time her ass was spared from the stinging, lasting pain that Jen and Mommy tended to leave her with.

Despite the spanking having ended, Jen still had not pulled Paper's diaper back up. With her face in the couch, she couldn't see jack, but she could hear footsteps approaching from behind. Paper shivered as she felt a cold wet wipe pressed between her cheeks, and then rubbed around. The wiping stopped, she heard some shifting, and her eyes went wide as she felt cold gel get slathered on her tailhole by delicate fingers that almost certainly had to belong to Mommy.

After having sufficiently prepared its entryway, Stella applied a generous helping of lubricant to the oversized buttplug she was holding before pulling aside one of Paper's doughy asscheeks, revealing her tight, slick hole. Paper had figured out what was coming and tried kicking her legs, but it was fruitless, as Jen pinned her legs down with her strong arm. Stella pushed the tip of the huge silicone plug against Paper's tailhole, and Paper tried to clench in resistance. A hard swat on the thigh from Stella stifled Paper, and she felt herself being spread open as the plug went deeper, opening up her tight rear end. The plug was long and wide, and after the first inch and a half Paper felt her eyes watering as her tailhole was spread wider than ever before. She bit her lip and clenched her jaw as Stella kept pushing, not yielding until finally the wide base slipped past Paper's rim, securing the plug underneath Paper's tail. Paper gasped, panting, as she tried to get used to the large intruder in her tailhole.

With Paper's face still down in the couch and her energy momentarily depleted, Stella used the opportunity to tape a small bullet vibrator to Paper's clit before Paper could figure out what exactly her Mommy was doing. Stella yanked Paper's diaper back up over her ass, and Jen effortlessly picked up Paper and slung her over her shoulder before carrying her to the game room. Waiting there for her was a baby bouncer suspended from the ceiling, which she was unceremoniously deposited into. She cringed as her body sank down into the hanging seat, putting all of her weight on her crotch. She was incessantly aware of not only the huge intruder under her tail, but also the thick, sodden diaper which kept her legs nice and spread. Stella attached Paper's mitted hands to clips on the elastics that suspended her from the ceiling, and finished off Paper's bondage with a pacifier gag, clipped around the back of her head.

"You look so cute when you're all tied up," Stella said, giving an innocent smile as she admired her handiwork. Paper whined through her gag, bouncing slowly and feeling the way each bounce pressed the fat plug against her backside. "Don't complain. You brought this on yourself. This punishment is all your fault; I'm just trying to teach you not to be a little brat. You're going to stay here for as long as you need to to learn how to be a good little girl. By the time you're done, I think someone's gonna have a new love for her diapers."

Stella rustled Paper's hair and smacked her patted bottom as she admired her helpless, immobilized plaything. Stella felt hot as she stared at Paper; the thought of being completely dominant over someone's entire being made her so wet. She loved seeing her littles all tied up and helpless, completely dependent on her for everything, especially for their full, stinky diapers that they can't help but use. The whole room heard Paper's overstuffed tummy let out a low grumble, and Stella winked at Paper as she flicked on the TV and left the room. As much as she loved seeing her diapered babies fill their pants, Stella knew that Paper's diaper was not going to be much more full than it is now once that hour and a half had elapsed.

Paper bounced idly, groaning. She was constantly aware of the giant plug that was shoved up her ass. Her paws could barely touch the ground as she bounced. She felt helpless; she was fully restrained, gagged, and largely immobilized, and she was fully naked save for her already wet diaper (and some socks). Every small movement seemed to move the bouncer. With the way her legs hung through the leg holes, all of her bodyweight was pressed against her diaper, forcing the cool diaper to be snug against her crotch. She felt bloated, and her bladder was starting to feel full. She was angry, and felt like the punishment was overkill.

"Of course I'm being naughty," she thought. "I've been stuck in these stupid diapers for a month, and then this random poodle shows up and he gets to be treated like some kind of king while I'm treated like shit! Of course I'm being a brat, I've been on a diet of basically just flavored slop, bottles, and breast milk! Sure, I enjoyed it at first, but--"

Paper gasped. She felt a sudden and intense vibration against her clitoris, and realized what Stella must've been doing on the couch. She had to herself admit that it felt amazing; she started to move her hips forwards and backwards, trying to rub against the vibrator. It had little effect aside from bouncing her, making her moan through her gag as the large plug put a stimulating pressure through her backside with each little hop.

Paper did, admittedly, enjoy diapers. It was how she had met Jennifer initially, and how she had gotten herself into this situation. She'd told Jen that she loves to be restrained, which Jen had not hesitated to help her with. She still felt annoyed by Jen, Stella, and Angel, but it was getting harder to focus with both the vibrations between her legs and the loud, mindless children's show playing in front of her.

She grumbled in frustration as it became clear that her humping and rubbing was having little success in getting her anywhere closer to an orgasm. The vibrations down below was making the pressure in her bladder more painful, and she sighed as she once again relieved herself into her diaper. The warm urine pooled all around her diaper, swelling it more. Paper cringed as the thoroughly sogged diaper squished against her bottom with each bounce. She tried to stop her bouncing, but found it almost impossible; the slightest movements made her hop. She whined as the vibrations against her crotch just became more intense, yet not enough so as to move her closer to orgasm.

She gave up. She was wearing herself out with a futile struggle. She settled in and watched the show, trying not to think about how the warm, soggy diaper pressed itself against her most sensitive areas, or how the vibrator just kept buzzing away frustratingly at her clit, or how her bloated tummy was really starting to hurt, or how...

Her eyes went wide. It occurred to her just how much food she had been involuntarily fed over the past 24 hours. That concoction she was fed about thirty or forty minutes ago was almost certainly specially formulated to go right through her.

"Oh, fuck," she shouted incomprehensibly through her gag as her body was suddenly wracked with an intense cramp in her belly, making her to raise her legs into a squat instinctively. Her tummy gurgled and growled as she was attacked by painful cramps in her abdomen. She had to shit, bad. She felt the pressure against her tailhole growing from within her body as some smaller cramps bothered her tummy, trying to signal to her that she had to get to a toilet soon. She pushed instinctively, but it did nothing but make her feel more desperate. That plug was firmly lodged under her tail, and she had no chance of pushing it out.

She sighed loudly, her cheeks bright red as she realized just how aroused this was making her. She tried bucking her hips again. With almost her entire bodyweight resting on the soggy, squishy crotch of her wet diaper, she hoped she could get some kind of rhythm going, but no matter how much she tried it didn't seem to help at all. She could only sit there in frustration as the bullet vibe buzzed away, not creating nearly enough movement for her to get anywhere close.

Paper whimpered. She tried to turn her attention to the mindless television series that Mommy had put on--some kind of colorful princess show. It worked for a little while. She sucked on her gag as she watched the cartoon, trying desperately not to think about how horny she was. She was able to take her mind off of it until the cramps returned, this time stronger. Paper whimpered as her bowels churned and roiled, squeezing her body with painful cramps at increasing frequency. An entire episode came and went as Paper squirmed in her bouncer, desperate to relief herself. She understood exactly what Mommy meant when she said that Paper would "love her diapers." Paper usually disliked messing, holding it in for days at a time just to prevent soiling herself, especially when she was out and about with Mommy or Jen. But now, as tears flowed down her cheeks, she wanted nothing more than to relieve her aching, painful bowels. She'd experienced cramps before--almost every woman has--but this was different. She felt like she had several pounds of mass desperate to leave her body, and she wanted it out.

Episodes came and went as she bounced there, trying desperately to ignore the way her bowels twisted and churned. The plug kept her tailhole partially open, which made her feel only inches from a relief that wouldn't come. She hated messing her diaper, and in the few weeks she had been here, she'd only done it a handful of times, usually when it got to be too much to handle. With this punishment, Stella and Jen had definitely communicated to her that they not only wanted her to use her diaper, but that they wanted her to want to use her diaper.

"How's my little baby doing?" Stella asked, strolling into the room. Her hair seemed frazzled. Paper cocked her head suddenly, looking at Stella with pleading eyes. Paper had no idea how many episodes of that mindless television show had passed since she was put into this bouncer, and she was ready to behave herself. Stella turned off the vibrator before helping Paper out of the bouncer and onto the floor.

"Are you ready to be a good girl for Mommy?" Stella asked as Jen appeared in the room. Paper nodded her head frantically as another cramp wracked her tummy. She doubled over as wrapped her newly freed hands around her aching stomach, and found a small amount of comfort in a contorted position with her knees on the carpet and her snout resting on the seat of the couch. Stella took the opportunity of the position by pulling down Paper's diaper. Stella tapped the base of the plug, making Paper whimper.

"You're sure you're ready to behave?" Stella asked, authoritatively. Paper squeaked out an "mhm" that Stella figured was good enough for the poor girl.

Mommy wrapped her fingers around the fat plug and started to tug it out. Paper's lame pucker was stretched wide, and with a whimper and a pop, the plug was unsealed from Paper's rump and her diaper was pulled back up to her waist.

"If you think you're ready to be a good girl, then Mommy gives you permission to fill your diaper," Stella said as she and Jen got ready to watch the show. In immediate retrospect, she found it a little silly that she gave Paper "permission." Paper was going to use her diaper regardless.

Paper whined in pain as she farted loudly before unleashing a sudden, small slide of semisolid filth into the backseat of her diaper. Her tummy cramped painfully, and there was a wet splortch as Paper thoroughly soiled herself right there in front of Mommy and Auntie Jen. Her diaper bloated, turning a sick brown color as several meals worth of mud slid out of her sore tailhole and into the seat of her pants. Paper panted, pushing and pushing. Her tailhole made gross noises as she took what she was confident was the largest shit of her life. She felt the mud push up the front and above her vagina and to the top of the back of her diaper as another rush of waste displaced the mush already filling her pants. She breathed heavily through her nose as she felt the sweet relief of release as she pushed the last of that muck into her messy diaper, her tailhole producing a few more unladylike sounds.

"You look so cute when you're filling your diaper!" Stella cooed. Paper sighed. Her brain felt hazy.

"Doesn't it feel so good to just push it out? Do you understand now why we keep you in diapers?" Jen asked as an extra mudslide pushed into Paper's diaper. Paper nodded her head lazily. It did feel good, and she did feel kind of turned on, but she was pretty sure that the good feeling was just the relief that she didn't have to deal with all that cramping, churning, muck inside her bowels.

"You've been such a good girl! I see Mommy's special oatmeal really helped you to expel all that bad attitude into your diaper," Stella said as grabbed the back of Paper's diaper and kneaded the mess against Paper's ass. Paper winced as the mush was pushed against her, grimacing as she felt it working its way all around and coating her thoroughly. Stella clipped a leash to Paper's collar and tugged her off the couch.

"Crawl for Mommy," Stella cooed, leading Paper out of the room. The thick, soiled diaper between her legs forced her legs apart awkwardly and sagged as she crawled. This was the fullest diaper Jen had ever seen, and she felt a little bad for having to put Paper through that. The diaper was intensely discolored, and was about as stinky as you'd expect. Stella tugged Paper over to the couch where it seemed that she was preparing to give Paper a diaper change. Paper had made the mistake of getting her hopes up for a change right then, and she felt betrayed when Mommy simply put plastic pants around her diaper. Mommy didn't think long about what to do with her thoroughly punished brat; she simply locked her back into the playpen.