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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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The tranquility of the dark nursery was obliterated as Miss Fifi strolled into the room, slamming the heavy door behind her, flicking on the lights, and awakening Melody rudely. This wasn't the first time either, she had greeted her sleeping babies the same way when she came to get Marcus out of his crib a few hours earlier. Though, at that time she apparently had no interest in Melody, ignoring her while she whimpered for attention, and leaving her tied as she had changed Marcus and got him dressed. This time, however, it looked like Miss Fifi was headed straight for the racecar bed with a look of determination. She stood at the side of the bed, looking down with her hands on her hips, surveying the lovely teenage mare and shaking her head subtly as she sniffed the polluted air.

"Sleep well?" asked Miss Fifi with a sarcastic tone.

Still dead tired, Melody shook her head, unable to respond verbally due to the shiny red ball that was still firmly strapped into her drooling mouth. She had spent half the night awake contemplating her aching jaw and her gurgling stomach. Thinking back, she couldn't remember how many times she had awoken in the pitch-dark with excruciating cramps, only to be reminded that she was cuffed to the bed as she tried to get up to use the bathroom. Having been potty trained for a vast majority of her life, she was unable to use her diapers in her sleep. Instead, she would have to wake up and make a conscious effort to wet and mess herself, making her diapers even more uncomfortable as she squirmed around in bed. But even worse, her jaw began to ache as the night had gone on, which made it more and more difficult to fall back asleep after each one of her childish, diaper pooping episodes. She hadn't ever been gagged for so long and by this time her jaw was throbbing.

"That's nice, dear," commented Miss Fifi, showing no concern as she unlocked and unbuckled the sturdy leather cuff that had kept Melody's wrist pinned down at her side all night.

Melody was relieved, thinking that she might finally be free to move around again, but her relief gave way to frustration as a thick padded leather mitt was slid over her free hand and locked into place at her wrist. Once again, a padlock was used to secure the buckle, ensuring that no one would be able to tamper with her restraints until her mistress allowed it. A moment later, her other hand was unshackled and locked into a matching mitt. Soon, her ankles were also unbound and Melody was free to stretch and bend her stiff joints as she lay practically naked under Miss Fifi's cold watchful gaze.

"That's enough; don't bother trying to look cute," snapped Miss Fifi as she curled her nose up. "You really stink, you know that? I could smell you all the way from the kitchen. Now, get up."

The filthy little filly was horribly embarrassed by the frank appraisal of her odor. Nonetheless, she was still very eager for a fresh diaper and would have happily sprung out of bed at that very moment if it meant she could finally get some relief, but her body didn't seem to want to cooperate. All those hours confined to one position left her whole body stiff as a board, causing her joints and muscles to ache as she tried to get up on her hooves. Unfortunately, her sluggish, belabored movements proved too slow for Miss Fifi's limited patience.

She grabbed Melody by the ear and gave the girl a firm tug for motivation, barking at her the entire time. "Come on already! Or do you want to wait for your aunt to come home to give you a change?"

A feeble groan managed to escape through the bright red gag in Melody's mouth as she was helped out of bed by her ear. She whined and shook her head vigorously as she stood hunched over with her ear still in the clutches of her depraved nanny, desperate to communicate just how much she didn't want her aunt to see her in this pitiable condition. Not that she had any reason worry; Miss Fifi had every intention of personally giving her fussy foal the diaper change she so badly needed.

"Follow," ordered Miss Fifi, ruthlessly tugging Melody across the Kid's Room by her ear.

Tears mixed in with the drool that ran off from Melody's lower lip as she cried out in pain. She been unable to keep up Miss Fifi's brisk pace and had earned her ear another painful yank for falling behind. Regardless, Miss Fifi continued to maintain an uncaring, authoritative expression as her ward whimpered pathetically while marching along at her side. She knew that the naive brat would be her helpless baby slave by the time her diaper change was over, and she was going to make damn sure that she ended up on that changing table one way or another.

"Get up there," demanded Miss Fifi impatiently after finally releasing her grip on the girl and slipping her clear plastic underpants down and leaving them in a pool around her ankles.

Finally able to lift her head without fear of losing an ear, Melody stared at the table. She knew that if she didn't act quickly she would be punished again, but she didn't want to accept the fact that someone was about to change her like a baby; it was just too humiliating to think about. However, the feeling of manure shifting around in her diapers with every step she took disgusted her so much that she was still willing to climb up on the changing table and obediently rest her heavy hooves in the stirrups. She sighed and prayed that she might be clean and fresh after just a few minutes of shame.

Miss Fifi was so eager to get started that she didn't bother wasting her breath praising the nervous girl for her obedience. Instead, she hummed merrily as she secured Melody's mitts to thick metal rings which were welded to the table's frame. Her arms now out of the way, Miss Fifi took the opportunity to strap the young Clydesdale's powerful legs to the stirrups before buckling one more strap across her chest to keep her shoulders pinned down.

"I'll be back in a moment; I have to go check on the little bitch in the kitchen," remarked Miss Fifi casually as she turned her back on Melody, leaving her flat on her back, legs up in the air, with her sagging diapers on full display. The clever hound could hardly believe her devilishness as she locked the Kid's room door behind her. With her precious little baby girl tied down and secure, she could finally reveal the big surprise she had been planning since yesterday when she fed her that bottle of spiked chocolate milk on the sofa.

Though, while Fifi was scheming on her way to the kitchen, Melody was left waiting in suspense. As she lay on the table, staring at the ceiling, she couldn't help but notice that the acrid stench of her diaper had actually gotten worse now that she wasn't wearing her hot, uncomfortable plastic panties. Alone once again, she struggled and squirmed, testing that her bindings were secure. Even as she jerked back and forth, struggling, she couldn't move the changing table at all. Of course, it was bolted to the floor, and there was no chance for escape. She knew she would have to wait for her humiliating changing like a good girl, and that excited her as much as it terrified her. She wasn't in control; she knew it, and for some reason she wanted more. But little did she know just how much more her adoptive mother had in store for her before breakfast.

Miss Fifi returned fifteen minutes later, this time with Marcus in tow. He had been learning a bit about the domestic sciences today and was dressed accordingly. A frilly apron covered his front, though his locking diaper cover was still visible from the sides and back. His wrists and ankles were decorated with extravagant pink leather cuffs and the pink muzzle just made the outfit complete. For the first time since his arrival, he had been allowed out of his padded mitts so that he could work with his hands; however this didn't mean security in the house had lightened at all. Each piece of his ensemble, with the exception of his apron, was well secured with locking buckles to prevent any unwarranted removal. Although, at this point, Marcus seemed content to be Fifi's little pink princess just so long as it meant the women of the house would stop their relentless abuse. In fact, he practically hung from Miss Fifi's skirt as they both headed straight to the corner of the room where Melody was waiting on the table.

"Look who I brought," jeered Miss Fifi, taking position in between Melody's wide-spread thighs. The poor helpless girl didn't yet know that Marcus had been invited to witness her unveiling; it wasn't until he waddled over to the side of the changing table that Melody realized that her humiliation was not going to be a private affair between herself and Miss Fifi as she had expected. She immediately made her displeasure known by grunting, shaking her head, and kicking against the stirrups. Marcus looked down at the floor in embarrassment as he observed her adverse reaction to his very presence.

"Aw, come on now Melody, he just wants to see inside your Huggies," chuckled Miss Fifi. "There's no need to be so shy after all: you're both shameless little diaper poopers, you're both crybabies, and you're both stuck here until the end of the week. Besides, you don't see Marcus complaining, do you? Don't you want to be a good little filly for your mama?"

Melody stared straight into eyes of her mistress with a look of bitter resentment. However, it was clear from the smirk on her face that Miss Fifi was dead serious and no amount of arguing would change that now. The expression of anger in Melody's eyes vanished suddenly as a sinking feeling began to grow in her stomach; a feeling of utter helplessness. This is what she had fantasized about, but as tears began to pool in her eyes she had to wonder if maybe she had been wrong. She wanted off this table now. She wanted to run to the bathroom and get into a nice hot shower. She wanted to spit out her gag and speak up for herself, but she knew it was too late for all of that now. Bound on her back, legs spread open; there was nothing she could do but lay still and hope it would be over soon. Then, despite her reservations, Melody allowed her long legs to open up even wider, inviting her nefarious nanny in and offering full access to her foul padded crotch.

"Aw, mama's good wittle filly is eager for a change I see," teased Miss Fifi, laying the baby talk on extra thick and allowing a menacing grin to snake across her face before she turned away to gather her supplies. Lotion, powder, and extra large baby wipes were all readily available in a nearby cabinet, though there was one other very special surprise that Miss Fifi had been planning. She called Marcus to her side once more and handed him a small black case as she whispered in his ear. After listening carefully to his instructions, Marcus peered back over his shoulder at Melody with a look of concern on his face before turning back to Miss Fifi and giving a nod.

Noticing this, Melody couldn't help but feel an immense wave of dread fall over her. Though, dread gave way to panic the moment Marcus turned to face her and she saw what looked like a small video camera in his hand. Her deepest fears were confirmed as he gingerly opened up the viewfinder, held the small screen up closer to his face, and pointed the glittering glass lens directly at her. For a brief moment she thought it might have just been a cruel joke, but once she saw the red recording light begin to glow, she knew it was for real. Horrified, Melody looked over at Miss Fifi with wide, tear-filled eyes and pleaded into her gag with all of her might.

Brimming with sadistic glee, Fifi couldn't have been more pleased by the hysterical reaction of her helpless little pet, snickering as she slipped on a pair of latex gloves. Then, stepping in-between Melody's muscular thighs, she ran a gloved finger across the outside of the girl's befouled diaper, ignoring the pitiful grunts and sobs which accompanied the humiliated teenager's frantic begging. Finally, she replied, "Don't look over here at me. Look at the camera and let the people see your pretty blue eyes."

Meanwhile, Marcus watched the action from the tiny LCD screen of the video camera, feeling sick to his stomach as he heard the desperation in Melody's cries. Still, he knew that he couldn't stop filming. Miss Fifi had explained his duties to him and made it very clear that there would be severe consequences if he didn't capture each and every deplorable moment of Melody's first diaper change. Though, it wasn't just his ass on the line, the barbarous hound had promised to put both he and Melody through hell if she wasn't satisfied with the quality of his cinematography, and he had no doubt she would accept any excuse to make good on that promise. The hungry look in her eyes made it clear how much she enjoyed the suffering of her little foal.

"Oh, boohoo. You're so dramatic," teased Miss Fifi, giving the mewling brat a smack right on her sloppy diapered butt. "There's no need to throw a childish little tantrum. I'm not going to show this video to another living soul..."

For a moment, Melody quieted down, though tears continued to run down her cheeks as she felt the burning gaze of the camera on her naked body. She wanted ever so much to believe that Miss Fifi might be telling the truth, but she knew there would be a catch the moment she began to open her mouth again.

"...Just so long as you stay on your best behavior for the rest of the week. That means you better do every fucking thing I say and you better not run to your aunt for help. Otherwise, I'll make sure this video becomes very popular at your high school."

Even though Melody had considered cooperating just a moment ago, Miss Fifi's spiteful threat hit a little too close to home and she couldn't hide her rage and frustration any longer. She pulled against her wrists cuffs and bucked against the stirrups with all of her might as she screamed and fumed. As usual, the gag muffled most of her words into a string of random gibberish, though some of the more juicy tidbits came through surprisingly clear.

All the while, Miss Fifi rolled her eyes and made no attempt to hide her amusement as she listened, completely untouched by the garbled mess of vulgarity, insults, and threats that erupted from the maw of her sweet little angel. Big pissed off Clydesdale or not, Fifi knew she was still fully in control of the situation. In fact, she preferred her victims to have a little fire in their belly. Not only would there be more opportunities for discipline, but it made beating them into submission all the more satisfying in general. After all, administering kinky punishments was her favorite part of the job.

Sure enough, Melody's tantrum ended a few minutes later, although her pathetic blubbering continued. Even after struggling with all of her might, she found herself in the same humiliating position as before. As she lay exhausted, trying to catch her breath, there was no longer any question that she was as helpless as a child in Miss Fifi's clutches.

"Are we quite done?" inquired the smug basset, crossing her arms. "Now that you've had a chance to calm down, do you still think it was a wise decision to throw a hissy fit and say all those mean, hurtful things to your new mommy? What do you think I would do to Marcus if he mouthed off like that? I hope you aren't expecting me to give you a break just because your Marzipan's niece, because you're going to be _sorely_disappointed, young lady. We've got plenty of time before your aunt gets home from work; I ought to let you stew in that mess for a few more hours. Better yet, why don't we give you a chance in the breeding rack? I bet your little boyfriend here could get some real interesting footage of you nose-deep in that foul diaper while I ram a broom handle up your ass."

Utterly defeated and quite terrified, Melody laid her had back and gave a docile little whine as she shook her head, hoping she might get another chance.

"Oh, so now you're ready to cooperate? I hope so, because you won't get another warning. Just so you know; I love to torture horny little diaper sluts like yourself. There's nothing I love more than reducing a grown baby to tears, and the sooner you realize that, the happier you'll be. Now, I want you to look me straight in the eyes and beg me for a diaper change, and make it sound sincere. I want to see you grovel like the worm you are, or I'll see to it that this video ends up someplace where plenty of people get a chance to enjoy it."

Melody looked over at Marcus as though she expected him to save her. Then she looked back at Miss Fifi, locking her gaze on her for nearly half a minute without making a sound. She knew she didn't have a choice in the matter, but she still couldn't quite lower herself to begging for a diaper change on camera. Then, noticing that Miss Fifi was preparing to open her mouth to scold her, Melody began to whine and beg, afraid to test Miss Fifi's patience any further. She wasn't even faking it at this point, she was truly pleading for mercy. Drool bubbled out from under her gag and ran down her chin as she tried to annunciate her shameful words despite her full mouth. She apologized for being naughty and pleaded for a diaper change as genuinely as she could, even going so far as to call Miss Fifi "mommy" as she cried for a clean diaper. Much to her relief, Melody saw the stern expression on her mistresses' face begin to soften as she finally uncrossed her arms.

"It looks like we're ready to get started. You just lay back and relax," coached Miss Fifi as she centered herself between the filly's thighs and started tugging at the tapes on her diaper. One at a time, the tapes came off with a satisfying rip. As she felt the waistband of her diaper loosen, Melody closed her eyes in anticipation what would surely follow. Sure enough, the moment she felt cool air on her privates, antagonistic laughter came pouring out of Miss Fifi.

"Oh my, it looks like messy Melody was busy last night, eh Marcus? Don't be afraid to get in close with that camera, we want to capture all of the lovely details."

Marcus took a few steps forward and leaned in to get a better shot of Melody's shit coated undercarriage. It was an absolute mess. Fifi's special baby formula worked like a charm yet again, and Melody's squirming throughout the previous night had spread filth into ever crack and crevice of her diaper. Though, having spent most of the previous day with his face hung precariously over his own messy diaper, Marcus was nearly desensitized to the wasteland of manure that laid spread out before him. Yet, he couldn't help but feel terrible for participating in Miss Fifi's plan to shame Melody into submission. A knot formed in his throat, watching as she lay defenseless before him, mewling softly. He wanted to help her somehow or at least try to comfort her, but nonetheless, he watched silently through the viewfinder like a good little bitch in the hopes that Miss Fifi would at least go easy on her.

"Get your ass up!" snapped Miss Fifi like drill instructor, ruthlessly slapping the inside of Melody's thigh without even giving the girl a full second to comply.

With a subdued whimper, the terrorized teen pushed against the stirrups and tamely lifted her butt well above the wet, swampy diaper below, allowing her mistress to snatch the loaded shit receptacle out from underneath her. She felt foolish following orders like a child but at this point she had to ignore her pride and pretend to be a helpless baby for her twisted caretaker's amusement. Keeping her eyelids shut tightly, she tried to imagine she was somewhere else. Nevertheless, she felt shame deep down in her stomach each time she so much as thought about the video camera pointed directly at her muddy bare ass.

"That's a good girl; hold your filthy buns up like that. Better keep 'em up too. You don't want to know what I'm going to make you do if you mess up this nice clean table. Now, let's play a game while I get you all freshened up. First, you're going to open your eyes and look directly into that camcorder over there. Shut them again and you'll be sorry."

Begrudgingly, Melody lifted her head and stared back at the glowing red eye with contempt, though she kept it well hidden for her own sake. Now she would have no choice but to face the camera and confront the fact that Miss Fifi had complete control of her from now on. With this video as blackmail material, she could convince her to do anything; Melody would lie, cheat, and steal if it meant that video would never see the light of day. Miss Fifi knew it too, and she was determined to make the most damning "home movie" of all time. She grabbed a massive baby wipe from the dispenser and continued humiliating the poor girl.

"Now that we can see your pretty face, I'm going to ask you some questions; think of it as a little pop quiz. All you have to do is give me the answer I want to hear and you'll be fine. However, for each wrong answer, I'll shove two big ol' suppositories up your light little fanny to guarantee that your nice new clean diaper doesn't stay clean for long, got it?"

Taking no chances, Melody got off to a strong start, delivering a well muffled but relatively clear "yes ma'am" in response to her mistresses' initial question. Her reward was an ice cold baby wipe across her backside that made her shudder, much to the pleasure of Miss Fifi who proceeded with the exam as she worked to clean the thick patina of crud from Melody's ass crack.

"Did you make poopy in your diapees last night Melody?"

Again, the naked young woman on the table replied into the camera with a muffled "yes ma'am."

"I think we can all see that. My little Melody certainly made quite a mess, didn't she? Do you love sitting in stinky soiled diapers all night?" ask Miss Fifi as she dropped yet another dirty baby wipe into the small trash bin on the side of the table.

Once more, Melody had no choice but to answer in the affirmative whilst every humiliating second was captured on video, along with her name and worst of all, her face. There was no way she would be able to refute her identity should this ever get out, but that was all part of the plan. Miss Fifi had some experience with this sort of thing, and she knew the ins and outs of making highly effective blackmail material. The questions kept coming as the diaper change stretched on, each of them insinuating that Melody was the one responsible for her shameful position on the table. By the time Fifi was through editing down this video, it would look as though Melody was nothing more than a shameless slut who loved to roll around in her own filth.

"Do you love your new basset hound mommy?" she continued, dropping yet another soiled napkin into the bin. The cleanup had taken nearly ten minutes, but the job was finally nearing its conclusion.

Melody gave another nod and let out an agreeable grunt, trembling as she felt Miss Fifi carefully cleaning her privates with a cool fresh wipe. After all the crying, the fighting, and the nasty words, the pent up teen was miraculously becoming more and more aroused. She couldn't help but get turned on by the dutiful way her surrogate mother cleaned her muddy bottom. Even though she had resisted at the beginning, she now felt a strange comfort in the fact that someone was willing to wipe her ass clean. Had her actual mother caught her sleeping in a crap-filled diaper, she would have hosed her off in the backyard and grounded her for a month. Though, it wasn't entirely psychological either. Melody was also ashamed to admit that she was enjoying all of the attention her nether region was receiving.

Finally, the job was done and all traces of shit been wiped away, but Miss Fifi still had one question to go, "Do you want to be mama's little diaper pooping baby slave forever and ever?"

"Yes, ma'am," grumbled Melody.

Officially, she only agreed due to the threat of public exposure at a massive scale. However, somewhere in her mind she believed there was some truth to the answer as well. Even though she had essentially been molested and video taped against her will, she was still getting wetter and wetter, and she didn't want it to end until she had a chance to cum. She felt so ashamed; how could she be having these feelings even after being treated so despicably? She should have been planning an escape route. She should have been thinking about how to get that damn tape from Miss Fifi. She should have been feeling raped and violated. So why was she so turned on? It actually frightened her a little bit, but she wasn't really that surprised to be honest. This was pretty much how she had imagined her first change, all except for the camera that is. The helplessness, the trepidation, the utter humiliation, this is what her sick little fantasies were made out of. Really, this is what she had wanted from the beginning, even if she would've rather died than to admit it.

"I knew you'd see things my way eventually," praised Miss Fifi, removing her stained latex gloves with a satisfying snap and dropping them into the wastebasket before turning around to fetch a bottle of lotion. Without another word, the smiling hound began to spread the cold lotion all over Melody's eager naughty bits and began to massage it in. Her hands went anywhere she thought might get a cute little moan out of the defenseless girl, though she purposefully avoided giving too much attention to her wet slit. She didn't want Melody to get any release, preferring to tease instead.

Sure enough, Melody's writhing and moaning increased as the minutes carried on. At first, she had no intention of giving her mistress the satisfaction, but her body took over. All night she had been pent up, her hands locked at her side, wishing she could get a hand on her diaper. So now, even though she was still very much angry at Miss Fifi, she couldn't help but close her eyes and forget about the damn camera. For the time being, she was willing to forget her dignity and pride and just enjoy herself. Eventually, she got so worked up that she would twitch and groan as Miss Fifi's hands came ever closer to her dripping-wet pussy, hoping that eventually she would get an opportunity for release. Though, each time she got her hopes up, her sly nanny would quickly change focus and start rubbing lotion elsewhere. All this teasing caused Melody to whine and squirm around on the table, though it was still a welcome change of pace as far as Marcus was concerned.

He had been disgusted with himself for helping Miss Fifi earlier, but now that Melody was literally gasping with pleasure, some of the weight had been lifted from his conscience. At least he now had a glimmer of hope that she might forgive him by the time this was all over. He had been worried that the delicate young mare would be so irreparably traumatized by the ordeal that she would hate him for all eternity. A dismal prognosis indeed, considering he had started to develop a bit of a crush on the big filly whether he realized it or not. All he knew at the moment was that her lustful moans were giving him all sorts of pleasant feelings. Though, this brief moment of pleasure quickly changed to suffering as his dinky little prick stiffened up and pressed painfully against the pointed rubber protrusions that lined his chastity device.

Remarkably, he had been getting rock hard in his cock cage all day, and Miss Fifi could always tell right away by the contorted expression of severe discomfort that would follow. She caught him getting a stiffy during his diaper change this morning, again while he was scrubbing the floor, and even when Marzipan shoved a plug up his ass to "keep him loose for later." However, she didn't need to get irate like the first time she caught him with an erection; his naughty winky was already locked up tighter than a bank vault. What's more, the firm rubber spikes provided plenty of automatic negative reinforcement as they jabbed into his tender little penis. She'd just chuckle and remind him that his pee-pee wouldn't be getting released until he learned to control himself, which Marcus assumed to mean "never" since he couldn't seem to stop getting aroused at the most inappropriate times. Even now, Miss Fifi could tell he was getting hard. The crinkling of his diaper had given him away as he shifted back and forth, attempting to find a more comfortable position in which to wait for his stubborn member to go flaccid again.

"Getting a good look Marky?" she asked, using one hand to spread Melody's pussy lips open in a vulgar attempt to excite him further. "Would you like to find out what the inside feels like?"

Though he was genuinely curious, Marcus quickly shook his head for Melody's sake.

"Suit yourself. I should have known a sissy little cum drinker like you would have no interest in such things. I bet you don't even know what this is," teased Miss Fifi as she pointed to the button-like nub at the top of Melody's wide open vulva. "That's her clit; the most sensitive spot on her whole body. Watch."

Melody was so worked up at this point that she convulsed as the conniving canine played with her unprotected clitoris. Each time Miss Fifi gently flicked the sensitive knot of nerve endings it shot a jolt of pleasure through her body so intense that it was almost painful. However, it wasn't bad enough to keep the salacious young mare from thrusting her pelvis up toward the source of the stimulation. She didn't even notice the drool running off her chin as she whimpered and moaned, begging coarsely through her gag for a chance to finally get off. Though, even if Melody didn't realize how undignified her lustful grunts and groans were becoming, Miss Fifi was paying careful attention to make sure her pet wouldn't achieve an actual orgasm. Her goal was only to tease the girl into submission, knowing quite well how much more cooperative Melody would be if she could keep her chaste and wanting.

"What a naughty, naughty little foal you are," proclaimed Miss Fifi. "You were blubbering like a baby when I peeled that horrendous diaper off of you, and now you're squealing like a horny little piggy. Do you want to cum, sweety? Beg mama like a good girl."

As Melody pleaded for some release, Miss Fifi looked over toward Marcus who was still filming diligently. Naturally, the familiar look of discomfort was plastered all over his face, unable to fight back another hard-on as he watched all the sexy fun through the tiny screen of the viewfinder. He was nearly kicking himself at this point for not taking Miss Fifi up on her previous offer. He would have liked nothing more than to explore Melody's entire nether region now that he saw how goddamn much she wanted it, but that ship had sailed. Seeing how hot and bothered both of her little diaper-butts had gotten, Miss Fifi decided it was time to end the fun and removed her hands from Melody's sloppy-wet cunt.

Immediately, Melody made her disappointment known, whining petulantly and looking up at Miss Fifi with tear-filled puppy-dog eyes. Neither of which had any effect on the cold-hearted hound, she simply gave a haughty smirk as she wiped her hands on Marcus' apron. She found no difficulty in ignoring the charged-up filly as she fetched the last of her supplies from the nearby cabinet where they had been waiting since this morning. Once she had gathered the necessary items, she deposited them on the changing table well within Melody's line of sight and began remorselessly shaming the girl for her lewd behavior.

"Don't forget, honey. You're the one who wanted to be a big baby; that means: you wear diapers like a baby, you obey grownups like a baby, and you'll get no sex, just like a baby. Now lift up!" she ordered, giving Melody another smack on the inner thigh for motivation.

A diaper was slid under the frustrated filly's sparkly clean rump and Miss Fifi got to work dousing Melody's crotch with a thick layer of baby powder as she continued berating the girl, "I can't believe you thought I would let a worthless little bottle drinker like you cum during your first diaper change. It's not my job to masturbate slutty little diapered bimbos, and I certainly don't reward little girls who scream and cuss at their mamas when it's time for a changing. You're going right back into another thick diaper, young lady."

As the fresh diaper was pulled up between her thighs and pressed down against her stomach, Melody couldn't believe how stupid she was for moaning like a whore and begging Miss Fifi to molest her. She had allowed herself to be demeaned on camera yet again, just so her mean bitch of a mistress could throw it back in her face. Though, as much as it frightened her, she still wanted to cum. Miss Fifi's cruel words didn't diminish her submissive lust, rather it just added fuel to the fire. Melody leaned her had back, closed her eyes, and sighed as Miss Fifi taped the diaper on snugly, wondering how long it would be until her next opportunity to pleasure herself.

"Ah yes, another job well done," said Miss Fifi, congratulating herself as she admired the perfect fit of Melody's new diaper, but she wasn't quite finished. With a black permanent marker she scrawled the word "slut" on the front of Melody's potty-pants; right above her naughty little pussy. She chuckled as she replaced the lid to the marker and carried on tormenting her unfortunate new slave. "Not only does this reflect your personality, it will remind me not to offer you any hanky-panky with your next diaper change. I want to see just how long a debaucherous little whore like yourself can last without any sexual stimulation before you crack."

Once again, Marcus was ashamed to be the camera man, but luckily his shift had just ended. Miss Fifi took the camera out of his hand, stopped the recording, and took a few minute to confirm that she had all the footage she wanted. A wide, toothy smile formed across her muzzle as she re-watched some of the juiciest scenes from her little home movie. In fact, she was so pleased she actually gave Marcus a giddy little thumbs up as she shut off the camera and tucked it under her arm, motioning for the sissy to follow as she turned to exit the room, leaving Melody strapped to the table, confused.