*** 17 (part B) ***
Note: This is the second part of a chapter that’s already in progress. Go back and start from the beginning if you want to know what’s going on

“Oh no, please not now,” she thought to herself as she heard muffled voices approaching the kitchen. Of all the times her Aunt had to come check in, why did it have to be now when Melody was sitting at the table in nothing but a diaper, a bib, and a leather bondage harness. She prayed that maybe her Aunt was just headed to the bathroom, and that she’d return to the nursery to finish with Marcus afterward. Alas, the sound of Marzipan’s heavy hoofbeats continued toward the kitchen until the big, burly Clydesdale was visible in the entrance.
“Hey Fifi, Marcus has something he wants to show you,” said Marzipan as she poked her head in. Though, her wide grin changed to a look of surprised when she spotted her niece sitting there at the table, still not used to seeing the girl all babied up in bondage like that. Regardless, she tried not to make things awkward and pretended not to notice, choosing instead to act as if nothing was out of the ordinary. “Oh, I’m sorry. I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”
Melody looked just as surprised as her Aunt and found herself totally tongue tied, not sure what to say until Fifi took over for her.
“You’re not interrupting anything,” said Miss Fifi. “Was just about to get some food in this filly’s hungry tummy. She’s been working up quite an appetite playing all afternoon, isn’t that right, honey?”
“Uh huh,” said Melody, softly nodding her head. She was so nervous she could barely get a word out. At this point, she was operating on sheer instinct alone to try and make it through the conversation without getting herself into anymore trouble.
“Really? Well, that’s good. I’m glad you’re having a fun time with us,” said Marzipan, talking to her niece like she was a kid again. “Sorry I haven’t been around too much today. I was real busy with Marcus. Hope we didn’t make too much noise.”
Melody gave a shy little smile, but didn’t say anything. The last thing she wanted was for her Aunt to start asking a bunch of questions about what she’d been up to. Figuring she could at least maintain some of her dignity as long as her shameful activities stayed a secret. Of course, Fifi wasn’t nearly as discrete, sharing embarrassing details without a second thought.
“Oh, I’d definitely say she’s been having a good time,” said the mischievous hound. “Too good, even. In fact, I caught this dirty girl goin’ to town with her hand down the front of her diaper earlier, messy bottom and everything.”
“Wow, I had no idea…” said Marz, trailing off, unable to finish the rest of her thought for fear that she might add to her blushing niece’s embarrassment. However, Fifi had no problem filling the awkward silence.
“Mmhmm. Don’t let her fool you,” she continued. “She may act shy, but she’s got a naughty streak to be sure. She put on quite a show for me before she noticed I was even in the room. It was so adorable the way she was moaning and groaning, but then she had to go and earn her bad little butt a spanking and a timeout by fibbing about it, as if I hadn’t seen the whole thing. Don’t worry though, I think she learned her lesson.”
	Melody was too humiliated to think straight, but she could tell her mistress wanted an answer from the way the hound was looking over at her. Desperate to end this line of questioning, she managed to nod and squeak out a quick, “Yes, ma’am,” with as much sincerity as she could muster. Thankfully, before her Aunt could respond, Fifi shifted the conversation away from her perverted antics earlier.
	“Aw, I know you’re a good girl. You just get a little too excited sometimes,” said Fifi, smiling warmly and stroking Melody’s long mane as she turned back to her partner who was still standing in the entranceway looking dumbfounded. “Now, what were you saying about Marcus? He had something he wanted to show us?”
	“Oh yeah,” replied Marzipan, snapping back to her senses as she remembered why she’d come to the kitchen in the first place. “It sure took a long fuckin’ time, but our favorite sissy wolf bitch eventually managed to squirt out a present for you.” 
	“Hey now, watch the language in front of our little angel,” said Fifi, feigning concern as she ineffectually covered Melody’s ears. “We don’t want her picking up any bad habits before she goes back to university, do we?”
	“Sorry, sorry,” said Marz, sticking her tongue out playfully before turning to her niece. “Auntie said some bad words, so don’t you go repeating those or you’ll get us both in trouble.”
	“That’s right,” said Fifi, shooting a quick look at Melody and nodding in affirmation before returning her gaze to Marzipan in order to steer the conversation back to the Marcus. “And where, might I ask, is the little runt?”
	Marzipan smiled, turning her head and bellowing down the hall, “Alright, sissy boy! Get your chubby butt in here and show everyone what a pathetic excuse for a boy you are!”
	Sure enough, Marcus came shuffling into view a moment later, his head held low to avoid eye contact. His arms were hidden behind his back, wrists bound to keep him utterly helpless as he was forced to parade himself in front of everyone in his baby clothes. Besides his bib and bonnet, the only thing he had to cover himself was a disposable diaper, but even that had been pulled down around his ankles, severely limiting his movement and leaving him totally exposed. 
Melody immediately felt self-conscious as she watched the spectacle, knowing that she surely looked just as ridiculous. Though, at least her diaper was up around her waist where it belonged. She was plenty grateful for that, because Marcus didn’t even get that luxury. Not only were his naked little privates hanging out for all to see, but so was the rubber bulb used to inflate the plug lodged up his tailhole. The shiney black bulb was impossible to miss as it swayed back on forth, bouncing against his inner thighs at the end of its long rubber hose like a second, skinnier tail, making it clear that his butt was going to stay plugged for a good long while.
	His little boy bits were still locked away in a pink chastity device, letting everyone know that his worthless genitals were owned by someone other than himself. He didn’t look too happy about it, but that was understandable considering the meager size of the plastic tube in which his cock had been imprisoned. It was so short and stubby that it left his boyhood looking more like a pretty, pink clitirous than a penis. Adding to his humiliation, he had to walk around with a condom hanging from the end of his sissy clit that comically swung back and forth with each awkward step he took, drawing even more attention to the sad, little nub between his legs.
	Melody did her best not to stare, but the “grownups” in the room didn’t hide their amusement in the slightest, especially Miss Fifi. She strolled right over to the bashful wolf boy and laughed in his face, doing her best to let him know exactly what she thought about the paltry dribble of semen that had accumulated in the tip of the condom hanging from his cock tube. 
	“My my, that sure is an itty-bitty, little deposit,” said Fifi, twiddling the dangling latex sleeve with her claw as she grinned. “Is this really the biggest load your worthless little balls could produce?”
	Marcus nodded, blushing as his pecker expanded inside its tight plastic prison, thanks to the added stimulation from the heavyset hound. The last thing he wanted was to be called out for getting a stiffy at a time like this, but he couldn’t control it. His tiny dicklette had been locked up for so long that he got hard from the slightest touch, whether he wanted to or not. He hoped the embarrassing questions would end there, but he knew they wouldn’t be happy until he’d been totally humiliated.
	“Yeah, and it took him forever too,” said Marzipan, giving the boy a firm slap on the butt as she continued. “It wasn’t easy, but I made him ride a big ol’ rubber dog cock until he managed to squeeze out that wimpy little batch of spoo for you. Of course, he whined the whole time, but I’m sure he’ll squirt faster next time, right bitch?”
	“Yes, ma’am,” mumbled Marcus, hardly able to be heard with the tight leather muzzle buckled over his face.
	“C’mon, show a little enthusiasm,” said Marzipan, rebuking the pup as she towered over him. “You’re going to be my little butt slut from now on, so I expect you to act like it.”
	“Sorry, ma’am,” said Marcus, wincing in fear as he felt the older mare’s big, powerful hand squeezing his smooth, naked behind. He spoke louder this time so everyone could hear, though his words were still stifled by the strict muzzle. “I’ll be good, I promise.”
	“There, that’s more like it,” said Marz, her lips curling up into an evil smile as she dug her fingers forcefully into the boy’s chubby asscheeks to show her dominance. “You’re going to learn to love taking it up your tailhole no matter how long it takes, and believe me, we’re going to have plenty more chances to play while you’re our guest.”
	“I couldn’t agree more,” said Fifi, unable to resist joining in on the fun. “In fact, I think you should take the little runt for the rest of the week. You go ahead and train him however you see fit, and we’ll see how well behaved he is by the end of the weekend. I’m sure Marcus would love that. I can see his tiny clitty twitching just thinking about it.”
	“You think so?” asked Marz, exchanging another wicked grin with her partner before crouching down and getting up real close to her new pet’s face. “Well, is she right? Do you really want to be my personal bitch for the next week?”
	The expression of utter hopelessness on Marcus’ face said more than words ever could. He obviously dreaded a week with the sadistic Clydesdale, despite Fifi’s insistence to the contrary, but knew he couldn’t do anything to stop it. He didn’t even have the balls to defend himself, immediately giving in to their teasing.
	“Yes, ma’am,” he replied, doing his best to speak nice and loud, even if he couldn’t bare to look either of his cruel caretaker’s in the eye. Unfortunately, his words were followed by a deafening silence, indicating that he hadn’t yet degraded himself enough for their liking. Hoping to avoid anymore brutal punishments before the end of the day, he swallowed whatever was left of his tattered pride and tried to give them what they wanted. “I… I want to be your bitch.”
	Marzipan couldn’t help but chuckle under her breath as she watched the brat grovel. She could see that her laughter cut through him like a hot knife, but that only inspired her to go for the jugular, hoping to make him cry like a little girl in front of everyone.
	“Then you’re in luck, because I’m going to make you fill another condom for me tomorrow,” she said. “We can start first thing in the morning after your diaper change, and you better give me a bigger sample of your sissy cummies next time, or I’ll personally milk you with my biggest, bumpiest strapon until the condom is ready to burst and your worthless balls are bone dry. Think you can manage that, slut?”
	“Please, I...” said Marcus, stopping himself before he could say anything to piss off the nightmarish dominatrix glaring down at him. He paused and looked down at the floor before correcting himself, his voice quivering with each word. “Yes, ma’am. Thank you, ma’am.”
  “Aw, that’s so cute,” said Miss Fifi, her voice dripping with mean-spirited sarcasm. “I think the little bitch has finally found his calling in life. Maybe we should change his name from Marcus to Mitzi. What do you think, Melody? Is that appropriately girly?”
Melody quickly glanced from Fifi, to her Aunt, and back to Fifi, lost for words. She wasn’t expecting to be put on the spot, and wanted nothing more than to be totally ignored. Honestly, she wished she could just turn invisible considering her attire was equally embarrassing. The fact that everyone was looking at her made her want to curl up and die, and she was willing to say anything to get their attention off of her, even if she felt bad for Marcus’ predicament.
“Yes, ma’am. I think it’s a cute name,” said Melody, blushing as she heard her own voice come out more high-pitched and childish than usual due to her nervousness. Thankfully, her mistress smiled back to let her know she’d done well, and her Aunt Marzipan was too distracted with tormenting her new plaything to pay too much attention either way.
“Yuck, that’s too cutesy for a slut like him,” said Marz, turning her nose up at the idea. “I think a name like ‘Cock-Breath’ would be much more fitting.”
“Oh come on, that’s ridiculous,” replied Fifi, half-amused. “Cock-Breath isn’t a real name.”
 “Well, it is now,” said Marz, grinning playfully. “You said he was mine for the week right? That means I should get to pick, and I think Cock-Breath is a lovely name for a runty little sissy like him. Just wait until you see it tattooed above his tiny dicklette in lovely cursive lettering.”
“I guess I can’t argue with that,” said Fifi, shrugging her shoulders as though she had no other choice than to go along with it. Of course, she always had the final say, but she didn’t really care what her partner did with the sissy wolf boy as long as she got to have her fun with Melody while the two of them were preoccupied. Unfortunately for Marcus, that meant his only chance at salvation had gone out the window, leaving him totally at the mercy of Marzipan, who clearly had lots of plans for him already.
“Hear that, Cock-Breath? Looks like I’m gonna get my way after all,” gloated the cocky Clydesdale as she looked down at her sissy slave, beaming. “The only question now is what color your new tattoo should be. Pink is the obvious choice. It would match your diapers, but I wonder if it would be too hard to read. Even with your pasty, shaven crotch it might be too light, so maybe bold, black letters would be better. I want to make sure everyone will be able to make out your name from a distance every time your diapers come down for a public spanking. Then again, you look so good in all pink. I’m torn. What do you think, Cock-Breath?”
Marcus knew it was time to speak up before he got himself into even more trouble, but he couldn’t bring himself to respond, unable to process what his new master was suggesting. Stunned was the best way to describe the expression on his face as he looked up at the towering mare, trying to determine if she was really serious. He prayed it was some kind of empty threat. That she’d eventually reveal it was all a joke, but she never cracked up, leaving him with a sinking feeling in his stomach as tears began to well-up in his eyes and run down his furry cheeks.
Finally satisfied, Marzipan let out a laugh and slapped the pup across his bare ass once more, sending him lurching forward as he let out a loud whimper. She didn’t confirm one way or another whether they’d be taking a trip to the tattoo parlor this week, but she was nice enough to stop antagonizing him for a bit. Though, her idea of being “nice” left a lot to be desired.
“Oh no, the big baby is crying again. What a surprise. You must want your pacifier inflated a bit more, eh?” asked Marz, not waiting for an answer before reaching down to grab the rubber bulb hanging down off the pup’s buttplug. She quickly gave it a couple squeezes without any concern for her slave’s comfort, making the boy squirm as the rubber balloon in his tailhole expanded. “Is that enough to shut you up, or do you need a few more pumps?”
Marcus let out a pained grunt as he felt his “pacifier” grow larger, stretching his rectum even further, as if he hadn’t had enough anal abuse already. However, he immediately stopped his whining the moment Marzipan let up, hoping she wouldn’t be cruel enough to send another burst of air up through the long hose between his buttcheeks. Abused into submission, he could only look up at her and shake his head, clearly terrified that she was going to stretch him out even more. Fortunately, the look of fear in his eyes was enough to satisfy her, and she dropped the bulb, letting it swing back down under his tail.
“Don’t look at me like that, I know you love having your ass filled,” said Marz, reaching down and yanking the drooping condom off the end of his cock-tube and holding it up in front of his face. “And since you’re such an obedient sissy, I’m sure you’ll have no problem living up your namesake.”
With that, the grinning mare stuffed the open end of the soiled condom between Marcus’ lips. It was a tight fit thanks to the muzzle keeping his jaw locked shut, but she managed to get the end wedged between his teeth, allowing him to hold the rubber cum sock as it dangled from his mouth, a reminder of his anal-only ejaculation earlier.
“There’s your treat for doing such a good job sucking on rubber dog dick. Hope you like the taste, because you’ll be getting plenty more throughout the week,” said Marz with a smirk as she bent down and pulled the brat’s crumpled diaper back up between his trembling legs. “Since I’m feeling so nice, I’m also going to leave that sissy tushy of yours stuffed for the rest of the night.”
Again, Marcus didn’t make a peep, afraid of dropping his semen-flavored treat. At least he was finally allowed to have his shameful boyhood and shaved rump covered, but the fact that he’d have to walk around with a huge plug stuffed in his ass made him want to break down and sob like a little girl. More worrying was the fact that she’d left the rubber bulb hanging out of the leg of his diaper, a clear warning that he’d get another pump or two anytime he slipped up for the rest of the evening. He knew there was no point in arguing, but he still looked sad and pathetic nonetheless, earning him more teasing from his big bully of a master.
“Stop being a baby or I’ll really give you something to mope about. By tomorrow morning, you’ll hardly even notice it,” she said, adjusting his waistband one last time before giving him a shove toward the table. “Now, go on and take a seat over by Melody. I’m sure Miss Fifi would be happy to fill your tummy with more oatmeal, not that you’ll be able to pass anything with that plug stuck inside you.”
“Oh, so you get to name him, but I’m the one who has to feed him?” asked Fifi, cocking her eyebrow as she crossed her arms across her large chest.
“You know I’d love to shovel bowl after bowl of mush down his throat until he’s ready to shoot sludge out his backside, but I gotta go clean up the nursery before bedtime,” said Marzipan. “There are dirty dildoes and puddles of lube everywhere. We really made a mess of things, and... ”
“Okay, okay, that’s all I need to know,” interjected Fifi, cutting her partner off. “Just go ahead and take care of it. I’ll handle things here.”
“Thanks Fifi, you’re the best,” said Marz, offering one last reminder to Marcus before she disappeared back down the hall. “You be a good little bitch for Miss Fifi, okay Cock-Breath?”
Marcus turned to look at his brutish master once more, but she was already gone. Relieved, he turned to face Fifi and Melody once again and shuffled nervously over to the table where they were waiting for him. Melody sat quietly with her gaze pointed down at her bowl of oatmeal as though she were trying to avoid eye contact with everyone in the room. However, Miss Fifi had her sights set on him from his first step, until he was standing before her, awaiting further instructions.
“What are you waiting for?” snapped the irritable hound, looking down at him with contempt as she snatched the slippery latex treat out from between his lips. “Sit your ass down and keep your mouth shut until I’m ready for you.”
Marcus nodded, quickly taking a seat in the chair she’d pulled out for him. It wouldn’t have been his first choice, since it was directly across from Melody, ensuring plenty of awkward glances between the two of them. Though, with his wrist cuffs locked together behind his back, he didn’t have much choice but take the seat that had been offered to him.
The moment his diapered butt hit the chair, Fifi pushed him in until the edge of the table pressed into his gut before strolling back over to the stove to scoop him out his very own bowl of oatmeal. She placed it in front of him with a large, plastic spoon sticking up out of the thick, paste-like goop. It didn’t look very pleasant at all, and he knew from experience that it wasn’t, but he was so hungry that he didn’t care how it tasted, or what it would do to his digestive tract a few hours from now. He just needed something in his stomach to stop the hunger pangs, and he hoped she wouldn’t keep him waiting too long. That’s when, to his surprise, Fifi untied his wrists and set his arms free.
“It’s time you learned to feed yourself, sissy,” she said coldly before unbuckling and removing the leather muzzle from over his mouth. “I expect you to eat every last bite. That means you better scrape the sides of the bowl clean, no complaints, and I swear I’ll paddle your ass back to the stone age if you make a mess in my clean kitchen.”
“Yes, ma’am,” said Marcus, happy to finally have his muzzle off. Not only could he speak clearly, but he could breathe easier too. His paws were still trapped in thick, padded mitts, but at least he could stretch his arms again. That said, he wasn’t too sure how she expected him to feed himself, but the look on her face made it clear that she didn’t care.
Feeling the pressure to perform, the submissive pup tried to grab the handle of the oversized spoon as it stuck up out of his bowl of mush. It was awkward to grasp it without the use of his thumb, forcing him to hold his spoon like a toddler who hadn’t learned to use silverware like a proper adult. Still, he managed to close his paw around the handle, allowing him to steer the spoonful of oatmeal toward his mouth with a bit of concentration. 
His lips curled downward into an unmistakable frown as he noticed the flavor of his own stale cummies in the first bite. Just having that condom stuck in his mouth for a few minutes was enough that he could recognize his own distinct taste, and it was now quite obvious that Fifi had emptied his used rubber onto the top of his dinner, making his oatmeal even more gross. Regardless, he chewed and swallowed without complaint, knowing she’d crucify him if he so much as grumbled. Just getting down the first bite felt like an accomplishment, but there were many more to go, and he was incredibly nervous that he’d fuck up sooner or later. Apparently Miss Fifi could smell the lack of confidence radiating off of him, because she began to lay on the threats extra thick.
“Took you long enough,” said Fifi, scornfully. “Well, you better learn to love the taste of cum real quick, because that plug up your tailhole is going to start getting bigger if you aren’t finished by the time I’m done feeding baby Melody over here. Is that clear enough for a bratty little shit like you to understand?”
“Yes, ma’am,” said Marcus, leaning forward in his seat to get closer to his bowl, hoping to shove his unpleasant dinner into his maw as quickly and cleanly as possible, despite the mitts on his paws and the tepid droplets of cum offending his taste buds.
Meanwhile, Melody’s ears had perked up upon hearing it would be her turn next. She’d been forced to sit there and wait while Marcus was paraded around with a nasty, used condom hanging off his tight little cock cage, and now she wasn’t sure if she had much of an appetite left. The sounds of Marcus eating was also a big turn off, and the fact that he had a glob of oatmeal stuck to his chin fur made her feel queasy. At this point, she’d honestly have preferred to go to bed with an empty stomach, but as Miss Fifi took a seat next to her, it became clear that she wouldn’t have any choice in the matter.
“Is my lil’ filly hungry?” asked the duplicitous hound, her motherly tone clashing with the devilish glint in her eye as she stirred the thick, goopy oatmeal in Melody’s bowl.
The young mare didn’t say anything. She couldn’t even bring herself to nod as she watched the unappetizing mush stick to the plastic spoon and the sides of the bowl. It even sounded awful, squishing and squelching as though someone were making passionate love to a jar of mayonnaise right next to her ear. Overcome with disgust, she looked up at Fifi and pouted.
Embarrassingly, this childish display was her only real defense mechanism at this point. The constant punishments had taken their toll, leaving her too frightened to do anything else. She knew her mistress was looking for any excuse to bend her over the table and thrash her bottom again, and Melody didn’t want to imagine what that would feel like on her already stinging backside. Between her tender buns and the residual burning left over from Fifi’s special disciplinary balm, she wasn’t in the mood to fight, but her mistress wasn’t going to let that stand in the way of her fun.
“Not in the mood to talk?” asked Miss Fifi, as if she wasn’t well-aware of Melody’s aversion to her cooking. “Probably tummy troubles making you grouchy again. I know you have a sensitive stomach, but don’t worry. I have something that will fix you right up, okay sweetie?”
Melody wanted to explain that her tummy was perfectly fine, but couldn’t come up with the words to get her point across, nervous that anything she said would be construed as backtalk by her strict caretaker. Not only that, she couldn’t muster the courage to say much of anything while Marcus was sitting across from her. It was bad enough being turned into a helpless baby slave, but the fact that a boy was in the room while her naked breasts were hanging out from behind her bib made her even more shy than usual. Hoping to avoid drawing any extra attention to herself, all she could manage was a faint shake of the head, but her mistress didn’t even see it.
Fifi was too preoccupied with digging in her apron pocket to notice her little filly’s non-verbal protests, not that it would have changed anything. Before long, she found what she’d been looking for and pulled a small brown bottle of castor oil out of her apron and held it up for a moment to make sure Melody got a good look at the label.
“This should do the trick,” said Fifi, savoring the look of discomfort on the young mare’s face as she unscrewed the cap. “It may taste yucky, but it will definitely help you push out whatever it is that’s making you so grumpy.”
Melody’s pouty face turned into something more akin to a scowl as she realized what the wicked older woman had planned for her. She knew it was a bad idea to make nasty faces, especially given the circumstances, but she was too flustered for her own good at this point. She obviously didn’t need anymore help filling her Huggies. She’d just shat her pants earlier that day and Fifi knew that perfectly well, having been the one to change her messy diaper. Still, there was nothing Melody could do to stop it, and it was frustrating as hell watching her cocky mistress slowly pouring a healthy dose of laxatives straight into her food.
Though, her scowl transformed again into a look of sheer dread as the narrow stream of castor oil didn’t stop, continuing on for many seconds while Melody looked on in horror, wondering if she was going to get the entire bottle before all was said and done. She could see the thick, greasy layer of oil spreading out over the top of her oatmeal, starting in the center until it eventually reached the walls of the bowl and continued to rise slowly from there.
“Oh god, no more, please,” thought Melody to herself as she witness her dinner being utterly ruined before her very eyes. She had no idea what that much castor oil would do to her, but she was expecting to have a long, sleepless night, waking up multiple times to soil herself. Just imagining the diaper change tomorrow morning got her squirming in her restraints, but neither the chest harness nor the wrist cuffs attached to her leather mitts gave an inch, ensuring she stayed bound and defenseless until her mistress decided to release her. Though, that didn’t mean Fifi didn’t notice her helpless plaything struggling. 
“Don’t start fussing now, dear. You’re going to eat every last bite of your num-nums, even if I have to strap the force-feeder gag into your bad little mouth,” said the sadistic hound, finally turning the bottle rightside up and screwing on the cap. “There’s no way you’re going to break free, so you might as well just cooperate unless you want a nice soapy enema to go with your meal.”
Melody immediately froze, mortified that she’d been called out like that, and in front of Marcus no less. She thought about calling for her Aunt to come and save her, but that wouldn’t do anything besides get her in more trouble. Fifi would simply stuff a gag in her mouth to shut her up long before she could get a coherent message out to her Aunt, and then she’d have to suck her diarrhea-inducing oatmeal through a tube whether she liked it or not. It seemed hopeless, and to make matters worse, she had to sit there and keep quiet as she watched her mistress stirring together the oil and oatmeal mixture.
She thought her baby food looked unappetizing before, but now it was truly revolting. It had lost its thick, lumpy texture, and it no longer stuck to the spoon or the bowl. It was slippery and shiny, like a pale greasy soup. Even the faint scent of oats had vanished, replaced by the sickening taint of the castor oil that covered each and every bite of her dinner. Melody certainly wasn’t looking forward to the first taste, unsure whether she’d be able to suppress her gag reflex long enough to actually swallow it. Even then, she had to wonder if she’d be able to keep it down, afraid of what the punishment might be for spitting up on Miss Fifi’s nice, clean table.
Melody prayed for strength as she saw her mistress loading up the big plastic spoon with a hefty dose of the thin, oily concoction. It took all of her willpower not to yell or thrash in her restraints as she watched the spoon creeping closer and closer to her mouth. She looked calm enough, but she was panicking on the inside once the spoon reached her pursed lips. Nasty as it was, she knew what was expected of her, but she just couldn’t do it, earning herself some more unwanted encouragement from Miss Fifi.
 “Come on now, be a good girl and open wide for the airplane,” she said, utilizing the most overly-patronizing voice imaginable as she prodded the younger woman’s lower lip with the end of the greasy spoon. “It’s only going to get worse if we have to do things the hard way. Do you really want me to have to pry your stubborn mouth open in front of Marcus?”
Melody felt trapped, unsure of what to do. In the back of her mind, she knew resisting was ultimately pointless, that Fifi would always have her way in the end. She’d have to eat all the slop in her bowl one way or another, so it was best to just get it over with and try to suck it down fast enough that she didn’t have to dwell on the taste, or the texture, or the fact that it would wreak havoc on her digestion for the rest of the night. However, Melody still found herself unable to pry open her frozen jaw to take the first bite.
She grew more nervous with each agonizingly slow second that ticked by, knowing that her mistress would eventually run out of patience. Waiting for Miss Fifi to lose her temper was like waiting for a bomb to go off, and Melody scolded herself for being too stupid to move out of the way. Though, no matter how much she told herself that she wanted to, she couldn’t get her body to cooperate. She’d seized up completely, and began to wonder if she’d ever be able to snap out of it, or if she’d permanently blown a fuse in her brain. Fortunately, it didn’t take much for Fifi to pull her back to reality and get her moving again.
Without warning, Fifi suddenly reached up with her free paw and grabbed the lockjawed filly under the chin, sending the girl into a frenzy as she struggled to shake her head free. Melody should have been relieved to find that she’d broken out of her paralytic state, but the stress of having her jaw forced open kept her from feeling anything other than sheer panic. Still, with her arms locked to her harness, she couldn’t stop Fifi from overpowering her and forcing her thumb between her tight lips as she whined and whimpered.
An irritated growl could be heard as the aggressive hound bent her thumb into a hook and jammed it painfully into the side of the brat’s mouth. She wasn’t gentle at all as she stretched Melody’s cheek, forcing half the girl’s face into a twisted smile as Fifi did her best to pry the uncooperative mare’s mouth open with only one paw. As expected, Melody parted her lips a bit more, preparing to beg for mercy, but she never got a word out before the thick plastic spoon was shoved inside to keep her quiet.
“Shut up and eat!” snapped Miss Fifi, obviously losing her limited patience as she held the spoon in place with one paw, while using the other to keep a tight grip on the girl’s cheek. She wasn’t going to let Melody slip away now that she had her right where she wanted, and the poor filly could sense that her mistress was no longer playing around.
Realizing she’d been beaten, Melody closed her lips around the spoon as best she could and waited for Fifi to yank it back out of her mouth. However, the domineering hound wasn’t in any hurry, keeping the payload of oatmeal in the poor filly’s mouth much longer than necessary, holding the disobedient girl’s tongue down with the smooth underside of the spoon while Melody squirmed in embarrassment. She hated being babied like this, especially while Marcus was there to watch the oily oatmeal run down her chin. She tried to maintain her dignity and not make a mess, but it was impossible with Miss Fifi’s thumb wedged in the corner of her mouth, preventing her from making a decent seal around the spoon as it slipped out from between her mush-covered lips
At best, only half the spoonload ended up in her mouth, with the rest of it stuck to her face and bib. She was only one bite into her dinner and already she was humiliated beyond belief with no way to clean the excess sludge from around her lips. Fifi didn’t do anything to help, preferring to add to the blushing mare’s shame by watching as the girl’s face twisted up into a grimace as the taste finally hit her. All at once, Melody forgot about the food stuck to her face, unable to focus on anything other than the eye-wateringly bad oatmeal as it spread throughout her mouth.
Melody quickly gulped down as much as she could, trying to rid herself of the awful flavor. She successfully swallowed most of the solid chunks, but a greasy coating was left behind, ensuring the sickening aftertaste stuck around no matter how many times she desperately tried to swallow. Fifi had truly outdone herself this time, driving the helpless baby slave to start bawling like an infant after only one bite.
“Oh, you’re so dramatic,” said Miss Fifi, returning the spoon back to the bowl. The coy dominatrix acted cool and calm, but she was obviously very pleased with herself. She acted as though the filly was simply overreacting, but continued to add insult to injury by bring Marcus into the conversation. “Can you believe she’s blubbering already? Who would have thought a runty little pup like you would end up being more mature than Miss College girl over here.”
Marcus lowered his head, doing his best not to look while Melody sobbed uncontrollably. Sure, he’d been stealing glances every chance he could, but he didn’t want her to know that. She was already upset enough and the last thing he wanted was to add to her embarrassment. 
He’d secretly been wishing they’d be friends, even though they hadn’t really had a chance to talk much. After all, she was a big baby just like him now. On top of that, he thought she was really cute in her overly-thick diapers. Naturally, he couldn’t resist the urge to look now and then, but even a dateless virgin like him knew better than to get caught staring at her chest. Though, Fifi wasn’t happy that he’d snubbed her question, and she was about to take it out on the both of them simultaneously.

….To be continued >:3