** 18 **

	Still tuckered out from her strenuous post dinner activities, Melody tried to keep her head down as she was escorted from the kitchen to the living room. Not only was she tired and sore, she didn’t want to have to face anyone in her shameful state. However, she had little say in the matter, thanks to the tight leather bridle buckled around her head. Try as she might, she’d never get away with hiding her face as long as Miss Fifi maintained a firm grip on her reins.
	
As expected, the sadistic basset hound pulled up on the girl’s reins whenever she noticed the young mare’s muzzle dip too low, forcing her to look straight ahead as she was led to the center of the room. Miss Fifi knew perfectly well that her poor little filly was totally humiliated, but she didn’t care in the slightest. This was part of the girl’s training after all, and there was no point in being bashful. If Melody was ever going to be a proper diaper slave, she’d have to get used to being paraded around in diapers like a real baby, no matter who was around to see it. 
	
Unfortunately for Melody, that meant she had no choice but to stand there with her chin up and face reality. Just as she feared, her aunt Marzipan was already waiting for them in the living room, relaxing on the loveseat in front of the TV while Marcus was forced to stay on the floor and act as her footstool. Clearly, the luckless wolf boy had been suffering at the hands of the big strong Clydesdale ever since being dragged out of the kitchen under false pretenses, and Melody couldn’t help but feel partly responsible. She’d stayed quiet earlier while Miss Fifi was telling lies about his behavior during dinner, and now Melody had to bear the guilt as she saw how her aunt had punished him.
	
Marcus was now as helpless as ever with the addition of several layers of additional bondge gear. Thick leather cuffs kept his mitt-covered paws bound behind his back while a spreader bar prevented him from closing his legs, ensuring he found little comfort while performing his duties as a footstool. Nevertheless, he stayed perfectly still, keeping his knees and face planted firmly on the floor while keeping his ass up as high as he could manage. The plush living room carpet added some much needed padding, but surely it wasn’t enough when factoring in the oppressive weight of Marzipan’s heavy hooves bearing down on his naked rear-end.

Marcus had gotten a change of clothes since being forcibly removed from the kitchen. Not only was his diaper missing, but he was now wearing a pink satin dress that was obviously several sizes too small for him. His new attire did nothing to cover his shaven backside, leaving his pale, chubby butt hanging out for all to see, making it a perfect target for Marzipan’s wrath. Even Melody had to wince in pain, noticing his badly thrashed rump as she walked by.
	
His hairless asscheeks showed row after row of glowing red welts where he’d been brutally spanked with a strap. Raised red marks covered every inch of the wolf boy’s sensitive exposed skin, showing just how thorough his cruel mistress could be when she was suitably angry with him, but that was only the beginning. A generous glaze of slippery lube caused the boy’s freshly-beaten posterior to shine in the light, indicating that he’d already been broken in with a rough ass fucking before having the inflatable buttplug stuffed back into place. This theory was confirmed by the large, studded strap-on dildo that was still buckled around Marzipan’s wide hips as she sat triumphantly on the leather loveseat.
	
Melody shuddered, trying to imagine how a runt like Marcus could even take a strapon like that up his narrow tailhole without screaming for mercy. It was remarkable that she hadn’t heard so much as a peep from the living room while all of this was going on, however it probably had little to do with the pathetic wolf boy’s tolerance for pain. More likely, it was the thick cock-sucker training gag lodged deep in his maw that muffled his cries for help, ensuring he wouldn’t be able to speak a word until Marzipan was satisfied with the boy’s punishment. Though, as far as Melody could tell, Marcus had already learned his lesson.
	
He didn’t dare make a sound the entire time Melody stared at him, not even so much as a whimper. He stayed perfectly quiet, not moving or squirming in the slightest despite his uncomfortable position under Marzipan’s hooves, showing no traces of the defiance he’d displayed during dinner. Any remaining rebelliousness had seemingly been spanked out of him. He was nothing more than a servile plaything now, and Melody wondered whether she’d meet the same fate before the week was over.
	
Overwhelmed by everything, Melody couldn’t help but retreat back into a dark headspace as she thought about her own predicament. She’d already been put through so much at the paws of Miss Fifi, and there would surely be more to come whether she wanted it or not. Would she be broken down and turned into a sissy diaper slut like Marcus? Would that really be such a bad thing? Maybe she’d be happier as a drooling, diaper-soiling baby with no thoughts or worries of her own. After all, she really wasn’t enjoying college life as much as she expected.

She had to struggle just to get through freshman year, and so far this year was shaping up to be even worse. She didn’t like her classes or her professors, not to mention the insane amount of homework she brought home each and every day. To make matters worse, her grades were slipping which only ramped up her anxiety even more. Honestly, she fantasized about dropping out at least once per week, and the only thing that really kept her going was the fear of how her parents would react. They’d made it abundantly clear that failure wasn’t an option. If she couldn’t make it at school, she’d likely be looking for a job and a new place to live, and the thought of being out on her own scared her more than anything Miss Fifi could throw at her.

However, she couldn’t stay lost in thought forever. As much as she wanted to keep her head in the clouds to escape her own shame, it didn’t take much to bring her crashing back down to reality. In this case, all it took was a single harmless comment from her aunt to snap her out of her trance-like state and remind her that, yes, everyone could see how ridiculous she looked.
	
She wasn’t allowed any clothes to cover her nakedness, other than a piss-soaked diaper taped around her hips and an infantile bib hanging from her neck. She wasn’t sure which was more degrading, but it hardly mattered since both of them made her want to hide her face in shame. The front of her diaper was stained yellow and swollen with urine, and as if that wasn’t bad enough, the words “Mama’s Little Mush Butt” were sewn into her bib to make it clear that she was a little filly who needed her diapers. The ludicrous bib wasn’t even long enough to cover her bare chest, allowing her breasts to peek out from underneath. She desperately wanted to reach up and cover herself, hoping to restore at least some of her dignity, but she couldn’t even do that.
	
In addition to her childish attire, Melody was outfitted from head to hoof with leather restraints that did nothing to hide her shame, but did a great job of making her look like a masochistic little diaper slave in front of everyone. The snug straps of her harness started around her chest and shoulders, and continued down to her waist where it was cinched nice and tight to keep everything secure. An unused fastener on the front of her waist strap seemed to imply there was a crotch strap that could be added later if necessary, but Melody wasn’t going to wriggle free anytime soon. Her wrist cuffs had been chained to her waist strap for hours, and the thickly-padded mitts locked over her hands made it impossible to undo any of the buckles. There was even a short leather strap joining her ankle cuffs together, ensuring she wouldn’t be able to scamper off very far before getting caught and dragged back to the nursery for another round of playtime.

All together, she was totally powerless to escape, and the snug leather bridle locked over her face was a constant reminder of that. Not only was it a symbol of her subjugation, it came with an assortment of attachments to render her even more helpless if her mistress desired. Melody had already gotten to try the steel bit earlier, but it had since been swapped out for a nice big rubber ball gag. Having a cold, metal bit stuck in her mouth was uncomfortable, but the oversized rubber sphere that replaced it had already proven to be much worse. She could hardly make a sound with such a large gag stuffed in her mouth. Trying to speak was pointless. No one could understand her. All she could muster were muffled grunts and some embarrassing gurgling sounds as drool bubbled out from under her gag. The constant trickling of saliva from her chin had to be the most humiliating thing about her slave gear, so naturally that was the first thing her aunt noticed.
	
“Hey, sweetie! That’s a cute bridle you’ve got,” said Marzipan, trying to be as non-threatening as possible while she addressed her niece. “Are you being a good little pony for Miss Fifi?”
	
Melody gave a quick nod, not wanting to displease her ever present caretaker. There was no way the nervous filly was going to act out while Fifi was right there by her side. As long as the overbearing hound had poor Melody by the reins, any attempt to signal for help would be shut down immediately, not to mention the harsh retribution that would surely come later. 

Any kind of outburst now would probably earn her a night in messy diapers, followed by a nasty spanking on her rashy behind the next morning. Though, as unpleasant as that sounded, Melody couldn’t help but let her mind wander as she thought about all the naughty things Fifi might do to her if she dared act up at a time like this. A spanking might only be the beginning to another long day of icky baby food, enemas, and sexual domination; she might even get the punishment strap-on up her bad little butt again. In the back of her mind, she wondered if that would really be so bad, but she didn’t have time to come to a final decision before another embarrassing comment from her aunt brought her back to her senses.

“Well aren’t you just the cutest little thing,” said Marzipan, unable to resist giving a bit of playful teasing to her blushing niece. “You look so adorable in your big cushy diapers, and now that big ball in your mouth has you drooling like a real baby too; your pretty pink bib is already soaked. You must have said something really naughty to get a thick ball gag like that stuffed in your mouth.”

The overly-sweet tone in Marzipan’s voice made it clear that she didn’t mean any harm with her comments, but Melody still wanted to hide her face and run away in embarrassment. The constant teasing from Miss Fifi was bad enough, but hearing her own aunt acknowledge her humiliating outfit was more than she could bear. Unfortunately, Melody didn’t have the luxury of covering herself or even speaking for herself, so she just had to stand there and take it, soggy diapers and all. She just hoped her aunt would notice her shyness and move on, but Fifi was quick to fill the silence with something even more mortifying.

“Oh, you should have seen it,” said the smug basset hound. “She wouldn’t stop pestering me to use the big vibrator on the front of her diaper after you left. I told her she’d get plenty of time to play with the toy before bed if she was a good girl, but she just wasn’t having it. Finally, I had to stuff a gag in her mouth to quiet her down because she was driving me....”

Melody seemingly forgot all about her shyness as she whined and protested through her thick gag, trying desperately to interrupt and distract from her caretaker’s degrading lies. Melody knew she couldn’t get out a single coherent word past the huge red ball gag in her mouth, but she didn’t care about that right now. She just wanted to change the subject before her reputation was tarnished any further by Fifi’s made up stories.

In reality, Melody hadn’t been gagged to prevent her from begging for “playtime.” She’d been gagged to keep her from telling her aunt about all the perverted training her unscrupulous nanny had put her through the past few days. Sure, Marzipan knew about the diapers, spoon feedings, and spankings, but that was all child’s play compared to what went on behind her back. The big Clydesdale really had no idea of what her trusted longtime partner had been up to with her niece, and Fifi aimed to keep it that way. By keeping Melody’s vocabulary limited to moaning and grunting, she could ensure their secret training stayed a secret.

This left the young mare wondering if she’d made a mistake by not blowing the whistle on her evil nanny earlier, because it was looking more and more like she’d never get another chance. Miss Fifi could do anything to her now, and Melody was powerless to stop it. Yelling into her gag was her only defense, but it didn’t accomplish much besides making her feel like an even bigger fool.

Sure, she had everyone’s attention, but now what? It’s not like she could explain why she was throwing a mini-tantrum, and Miss Fifi still had her firmly by the reins. Besides, even without the gag in her mouth, Melody knew in her heart that she’d be too bashful to correct Miss Fifi’s version of the events. As degrading as it was being portrayed as a shameless diaper slut in front of her aunt, the truth was even more embarrassing.

Just minutes before being led into the living room, Melody had been down on her knees servicing her mistress like a proper slave. She’d obediently kept the end of her muzzle planted deep between Miss Fifi large pillowy thighs for more than thirty minutes, eating out the older woman’s chubby, wet sex under threat of punishment if she refused. Anytime she dared pull her face away from the strong-smelling musk of Fifi’s dripping pussy, she got a harsh tug on her reins, forcing her lips back down onto her mistress’s slick canine cunt. There was no escape. 

She couldn’t even pause to catch her breath without getting a stern talking down. Fifi made it clear that “desert” wouldn’t be over until she got one decent orgasm. Unfortunately, that was easier said than done, and Melody really had to work hard to receive any positive feedback from her mistress. Though, after a bit of encouragement, she found herself loudly and hungrily working the older woman’s clitoris as though her life depended on it, and after several more minutes of jaw-straining effort the elusive orgasm finally arrived.

Melody would never forget being suffocated between Fifi’s fat thighs as the hound clamped her thick, powerful legs shut and shuddered with pleasure. Melody had to wait quietly for her mistress to finish, hoping the worst was behind her, but her degradation had only begun. Fifi continued making lewd demands, ordering her to “drink up” lest she suffer the indignity of having her “baby pictures” spread across the internet for all to see. Though, the threats were hardly necessary as Melody had little choice as long as her lips stayed pinned against the hound’s musky opening.

After another minute of soaking in her mistress’s juices, Melody finally collapsed to the floor, trying to catch her breath. The reward for all her hard work was to be scolded for lying on the ground like a petulant child along with a sharp jerk on her reins to let her know it was time to get up. Melody barely had time to complain before the massive ball gag was pushed past her teeth and buckled tightly to her bridle to keep her quiet as she was forcibly walked out to the living room. 

Now, just minutes later, she was being paraded in front of aunt in a piss-soaked diaper, still in shock after everything that had gone down during dinner. Her velvety muzzle still carried the scent of her mistress’s pungent juices, but Melody couldn’t even wipe her nose while her wrists remained secured to her body harness. She could only stand there drooling on herself, wondering whether her aunt could smell the stink of dog pussy all over her. The humiliation was already too much to bear, and she’d only made it worse by hollering and grunting into her gag like an idiot.

She’d gone and made a spectacle of herself in front of everyone, and for what? Even if she could talk past the gag in her mouth, she’d never be able to summon the courage to snitch on the vicious dominatrix standing right beside her. Feeling more bashful than ever, Melody wanted nothing more than to get herself out of the spotlight before her aunt started to ask a bunch of questions with embarrassing answers. Though, she was far too flustered to think straight, causing her to freeze up until her aunt finally broke the awkward silence.

“Were you trying to say something, hun?” asked Marzipan, removing her hooves from the back of her improvised footstool and leaning forward to hear better. “Is that big ball gag too much for you?”

Melody gave a quick, timid shake of the head before she could stop herself, and immediately wondered if she’d made a grave mistake. All it would have taken was a simple nod to get her gag removed, but the instinct to keep her embarrassing kinks a secret was still too strong. Then again, the gag wasn’t the only thing preventing Melody from telling the truth. She knew the words would get stuck in her throat, making her look even more foolish and most likely earning her some more naughty punishments from her strict caretaker later that night.

“Are you sure?” asked Marz, trying to sound as supportive and non-judgemental as possible. “We can always get you a regular-sized pacifier if you want, or is there something else bothering you?”

“It’s nothing to worry about,” said Fifi, waving her paw dismissively as she injected herself into the conversation. “Our little filly is just having some tummy troubles, that’s all. I figured a big bowl of my special oatmeal would help, but that groaning tells me we’re going to need something a bit stronger to get things moving again.”

“Oh, is that all?” asked Marzipan, still looking to her niece for confirmation.

“Mmmm Hmmm,” mumbled Melody, looking away to hide her guilt as she nodded her head. She found the deceitful hound’s version of the events incredibly belittling, but she was just relieved to not have to answer anymore questions. Though, Fifi would quickly make her regret that decision.

“Aw, you poor thing,” said Fifi, playing the part of a concerned nanny as she patted Melody on the back. “Don’t worry, I have some medicine that works really fast. Just let Miss Fifi take care of it, and I’ll have you unplugged in no time, okay cutie-pie?”

Melody hung her head and got ready to accept her fate as she was led over to the opposite side of the room. Fortunately, the constant background noise from the television masked the conspicuous crinkling of her wet diaper, but that did little to cheer her up as she thought about the hole she’d dug for herself. A fully-stocked diaper bag was waiting for them under a nearby end table, and she watched as Fifi rooted around in the deep pockets and pulled out some supplies along with a bottle of extra-large glycerin suppositories.

Melody cringed at the sight of the bottle. Were those really going up her butt, right here in front of her auntie and Marcus? She didn’t want to believe Fifi would be so brazen, but she was quickly proven wrong as she felt her diaper being yanked down around her knees. The babified college girl wanted to run and hide, but she knew better. She’d never get away with her restrictive restraints forcing her to shuffle along with tiny, awkward steps. Like it or not, there wasn’t anything the stunned filly could do but stand there with her naked ass hanging out for all to see while Miss Fifi got ready.

The hound started by slipping a latex glove over her right paw and squeezing a glob of lube across the tip of one finger as she hummed softly to herself. A moment later, Melody felt a chill as her long, pretty tail was unceremoniously hoisted up, forcing her to moon everyone on the other side of the room. The young mare impatiently waited for what was surely coming, hoping to get this over with as quickly as possible, but Fifi wanted to take her time.

“You’re going to feel something cold and wet, okay? Just hold still and be a big girl and it will be over soon,” said Fifi, still putting on her best nanny voice as she slipped her finger straight up the girl’s backside.

Melody stayed still and remained totally quiet, not trying to draw any extra attention to herself. Though, her lack of reaction only instigated her vindictive caretaker, and Melody soon found herself squirming uncontrollably as Fifi wriggled her finger around inside her.

“Oh, I see this little filly like having her tailhole tickled,” said Fifi, grinning as she ruthlessly humiliated her helpless ward.

Annoyed, Melody huffed and stamped her hoof on the soft, padded carpet in an underwhelming display of frustration before turning her upper body part-way around to catch a glimpse of her aunt on the other side of the room. Thankfully, aunt Marzipan seemed preoccupied with whatever was on TV, but there was no way she hadn’t heard Fifi’s embarrassing comments. However, Melody was soon reminded that she had bigger problems to worry about as she felt her mistress tighten her grasp on her tail and bring her back under control.

“No need to fuss, dear. It’ll be over in a second,” said Fifi, aggressively shoving her finger all the way up the girl’s backside just to show she was in charge. “These suppositories are pretty big so I want to make sure you’re nice and slippery down there, okay?”

Melody grumbled a little, but otherwise took the hound’s abuse without a fight. Managing to keep her calm while Fifi publicly probed her behind. When it was finally time to take her medicine, she bit down on her gag in preparation. Though, she hardly felt anything as the egg-shaped suppository easily slid up into her tailhole. Before she knew it, her diaper was back up around her waist and her caretaker was complimenting her for being such a brave girl.

“See? That wasn’t so bad at all, was it?” asked Fifi, taking the blushing baby slave by the hand and leading her back over to the loveseat where Marzipan and Marcus were waiting.

Melody shook her head timidly, still waiting to find out how her kinky caretaker was going to torment her next. However, much to her surprise, Fifi was nice enough to remove her bridle next, along with the oversized ball gag, replacing it with a nice soft pacifier for her to suck on. It was large enough for a grown mare, but comfortable nonetheless, even with her aching jaw. Still, Melody was half-expecting some kind of mean trick, but was again proven wrong as Fifi proceeded to help her out of her restraints.

“Now Melody, I’m going to take Marcus into the other room to get him cleaned up,” said Fifi, freeing the young mare’s wrist cuffs from her body harness as she spoke. “You just sit here and visit with your aunt until I get back. Maybe she’ll even put on some cartoons for you.”

Melody nodded, waiting patiently for her caretaker to undo the strap between her ankle cuffs before being gently nudged in the direction of her aunt. Obediently, she trotted over to the loveseat, still too embarrassed to look up. However, Marzipan wasn’t shy at all, taking her niece by the hand and guiding her onto her lap as Fifi turned her attention to the submissive little footstool on the floor.

“C’mon you pathetic excuse for a boy, let’s get you padded up before you piss on my carpet. I’m thinking some nice pink princess Pampers should look good on you,” said Fifi, couching down to free Marcus’s wrists and ankles. “Now, waddle your chubby ass down to the nursery without any attitude and I might even put some ointment on those nasty welts.”

Marcus didn’t have to be told twice. He tucked his tail between his legs to cover his embarrassingly red backside and toddled right out of the room with Miss Fifi following close behind. He was just happy to get away from Marzipan for a while. Though, more importantly, he didn’t want either of his strict caretakers to notice the shameful little stiffy pushing against the end of his chastity cage, knowing they’d welcome any opportunity to humiliate him in front of Melody. Fortunately, Marz’s attention remained on her niece, allowing him to slink by without incident.

“I’m sorry your tummy feels icky,” said Marzipan, gently rubbing Melody’s back now that the two of them were finally alone. “You just sit up here with your auntie and wait for the medicine to work its magic.”

Melody didn’t know how she should react. She never wanted her aunt to see her all dressed up in diapers and bondage gear, but now the secret was out and she wracked her brain trying to think of the right thing to say to alleviate her embarrassment. Fortunately, she didn’t have to say anything, nor was she expected to. Her only job was to sit there, suck on her oversized pacifier, and get cuddled like a real baby, but even that was too hard for Melody to grasp.

She couldn’t help but feel foolish sitting across her aunt’s lap in a wet diaper. She knew she wasn’t a little filly anymore, and pretending wouldn’t make it so. Sure, she was a bit immature for her age, but that didn’t change the fact that she was a full-grown mare now. No one in their right mind would ever confuse her for a child, so she couldn’t understand why her aunt was treating her like one. Being coddled made her feel so selfish. Why should everyone else have to give her special treatment just because she wanted to be something she wasn’t? Why should she get to be free of responsibilities? It wasn’t fair to rely on others for everything, and that guilty feeling gnawed at her so fiercely that even her aunt could see it written all over her face.

“It’s alright, sweetie. I like having you on my lap,” said Marzipan, wrapping one of her big strong arms around her niece and holding her tight against her chest. “Just put your head on my shoulder and try to relax. There’s nothing to worry about, okay?”

Melody did as she was told and pressed her cheek against her aunt’s shoulder, but she didn’t feel any better. She still felt like she was doing something wrong. Her mind kept racing, thinking about what everyone at home would say if they could see her now. It was different when Miss Fifi had her tied up, because Melody knew she didn’t have any control over what happened. It wasn’t her fault if she had to use her diapers or drink milk from a baby bottle because she had no choice in the matter, but now it was all up to her. She could either cozy up on the sofa with her aunt and indulge in her infantile fantasies, or act her age and ask to be excused so she could go change back into her big girl panties. Deep down, Melody wanted to stay and cuddle, but she’d never admit it, not even to herself. Luckily, as long as her aunt had an arm around her, she’d have an excuse to stay.

“There there, pumpkin. Just rest your little eyes and take a nice deep breath,” said Marzipan. “I know how hard this is for you. I still remember the first time you got padded up at our house. You were too shy to wet yourself so you ran to the bathroom and cried.”

“Noooo. I don’t want you to remember that. It’s embarrassing,” said Melody, accidentally speaking in her littlest voice that she used whenever she was shy.

“Aw. I’m sorry, honey,” replied Marzipan, cracking a smile as she gave her niece another squeeze. “All I’m trying to say is that I know how bashful you are about this stuff, and I know you’ve been having a rough time at college. So… I guess I’m just really happy that I finally get a chance to baby you a little bit, and I hope I can help you forget about some of your big girl problems for a while.”

Melody quickly tried to bury her face in Marzipan’s shoulder to make sure her aunt didn’t notice the tears forming in her eyes. She wasn’t exactly sure why she felt like crying now of all times. The last thing she wanted was to draw more attention to herself, but she couldn’t hold it back. Maybe it was because she never expected anyone to treat her like a real baby without teasing her about it, but she was suddenly swept up in a wave of emotions that she didn’t fully understand. She instinctively tried to explain away her strange behavior, lest she look like a big cry baby in front of her aunt. However, her voice cracked the moment she tried to speak, immediately giving herself away.

Even though there was no point in trying to hide it anymore, Melody still grabbed onto her aunt’s shirt, trying to stretch the fabric enough so that she could cover her face with it. Of course, she knew a scrap of cloth wasn’t going to be enough to conceal her shameful display of emotion, but she didn’t know what else to do as she felt her lower lip beginning to quiver. Just as she expected, it all came pouring out a few seconds later, leaving her bawling and sniffling into her aunt’s shoulder. She did her best to stifle her childish mewling, but the more she tried to fight it, the more pathetic she sounded. Her shoulders shook with each shuddered breath as she tried to choke back the tears, but she couldn’t stop herself.

“It’s okay to cry, baby,” said Marzipan, repeating herself a few times as she tried to console her hyperventilating niece with some gentle back rubs.

After a full minute of profuse sobbing, Melody finally managed to tire herself out. Though, it took another minute before she was willing to unbury her tear-soaked face from the wad of wet fabric that she’d been using as a tissue. This was partly due to her own embarrassment, but she mostly just liked having her back rubbed and didn’t want it to end. When she did finally peel her cheek off her aunt’s shoulder, she was shocked to see the massive wet spot she’d left behind from all of her crying, but Marzipan didn’t complain at all.

“Are you feeling any better now?” asked the big Clydesdale, wiping the last of the tears from her niece’s face.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” answered Melody, smiling timidly from behind her pacifier to show that she wasn’t faking before returning her head to her aunt’s shoulder.

“That’s good,” said Marzipan, resuming her back rubbing duties without another word.

Melody was fine with that, enjoying having her back rubbed as she curled up on her aunt’s lap. She was starting to feel like a little filly again, growing more comfortable in Marzipan’s strong, muscular arms as they sat together on the loveseat. Her aunt had gone back to watching whatever sports were on TV, but Melody didn’t mind as long as she could rest there without a care in the world. Though, before they’d even reached the first commercial break, Melody’s belly let out an audible groan as the suppository inside her bottom began to take full effect. Glancing upward, she was mortified to find that her aunt’s attention was already fixed on her, having overheard the commotion going on inside her tummy.

“Is that what I think it is?” asked Marzipan, trying her best not to embarrass her bashful niece.

Melody nodded her head, too shy to admit that she was about ten seconds from a potty emergency. She hoped her aunt would tell her to scamper off the bathroom to take care of it, but she wouldn’t be so lucky. Instead, much to her chagrin, her aunt offered words of encouragement.

“Well then, you just go ahead and do your business,” said Marzipan casually. “I don’t mind. That’s just what babies do.”

Melody tried to hide her trepidation as she sat there sucking on her pacifier, but it was obvious that she was close to tears again at the thought of messing her diaper right there on her aunt’s lap. Thankfully, Marzipan picked up on this right away and helped her niece up. Once Melody was standing on her own two hooves, she thought she was home free. All she had to do was hold it long enough to make it to the bathroom. Unfortunately, her aunt latched onto her hand before she could make a break for it, preventing her from escaping.

	“Go ahead, sweetie. No need to be shy. You’ve messed in front of me before,” said Marzipan.

	“Yeah, but that was just an accident,” thought Melody, remembering back to when she filled the seat of her diaper in this very living room a few days ago thanks to a bottle of Miss Fifi’s special baby formula.

	Unsure of what to do, Melody just stood there. She had every intention of politely asking to be excused like a big girl, but her compulsion to keep sucking her pacifier was too strong. She’d begun to rely on the security of her binky when she was feeling too nervous to speak, and now the mere thought of breaking the seal between her lips and the soft rubber nipple filled her with anxiety. Her eyes shifted around, too embarrassed to look up at her aunt as she tried to think of some way out of her current situation. Mercifully, her distress didn’t go unnoticed by Marz who had been scanning her niece’s face for signs of discomfort.
	
	“C’mon, give my hand a squeeze,” said Marzipan, taking hold of Melody’s other free hand as she spoke. “It’ll help, I promise.”

	Melody’s first reaction was to pull away, but she knew that ship had sailed as she felt her aunt’s grip tightening around her limp hands. Surprisingly, she found the physical contact more comforting than expected, alleviating some of her squeamishness as she stood there in her babyish attire. In the end, it didn’t matter too much how she felt about messing herself in the middle of the living room, because there was no way she was going to make it to the bathroom.

	The urge to defecate was growing exponentially with each passing moment. The bulk fiber and laxatives packed into every meal Miss Fifi served to her meant that Melody’s digestive tract was filled to capacity. It was only a matter of time before she had to unload everything into the seat of her diaper, and she was all out of time now that the suppository in her rump had fully dissolved. Reflexively, she tried to hold on as long as she could, but the cramps made her want to double over in agony. As much as she didn’t want to go through with it, she knew what she’d have to do.

	“I can’t hold it anymore,” said Melody through her teeth as she bit down on her pacifier. Willing or not, her tail lifted up on its own in preparation, signaling the inevitable as Melody whimpered out one last plea to her aunt. “Please don’t look…”

	The poor filly didn’t get a chance to finish before being interrupted by the humiliating sounds of her own uncontrollable flatulence as warm, sticky shit began shooting out her backside. The massive payload of manure stretched her tailhole wider than she’d ever felt before, causing her to grunt like an undignified little diaper pig as she filled her potty pants. Thankfully, the whole ordeal was over in a matter of seconds, but to Melody it seemed like an eternity. Everytime she started to feel like she was close to regaining control, her guts would twist and churn again, pushing another heavy load out of her already dilated tailhole and into her diapers. This demeaning pattern of forced soiling repeated itself several times before she’d completely voided her bowels, leaving her weak in the knees and totally ashamed of herself.

The impressive heft she’d deposited in the seat of her pants was enough that she could feel the back of her diaper being pulled down. The crinkly plastic waistband of her pampers sagged dangerously low, exposing the very top of her asscrack and leaving her wondering whether the tapes would be able to keep her diaper up long enough to get to the bathroom. However, as she shifted her weight back and forth between her rubbery legs, it was obvious she couldn’t walk anywhere with that much mushy pony shit packed between her thighs.

Even the slightest movement caused the warm mass of soft feces to spread further, increasing the likelihood that her naughty wet sex would be coated in sticky filth before being peeled out of her horrendously messy diaper. While that thought had a somewhat titillating effect on the perverted young mare, she was also horrified by the idea of her aunt seeing her like that and wanted to keep the mess contained as much as possible. However, try as she might, there was no way she was going to escape with her dignity as her aunt went right back to babying her.

“There’s a good girl,” said Marzipan, turning her niece around to get a look at her backside. “Oh my goodness, you did such a big poopy for your aunty. No wonder you had a tummy ache.”

 Melody lowered her head and buried her face in her hands. She wanted to hide from the excruciating embarrassment she was feeling, but she couldn’t hide from her aunt who gleefully patted the obvious bulge in the seat of her diaper. The poor humiliated filly wanted to snap back at her overzealous aunt to get her to stop teasing, but she was still in shock from what had just happened. She could only stand there like a brainless baby and chew her pacifier as she waited for her aunt to finish inspecting her diaper. Though, Melody’s lack of reaction only spurred the big doting Clydesdale to go further.

“I bet you feel a whole lot better now, don’t ya?” asked Marzipan, giving her niece a firm slap on the butt.

Melody immediately reached back to cover her drooping diaper, hoping to protect the payload in her huggies from any more surprise attacks. Annoyed, she turned and pulled a nasty face at her aunt who just laughed back in response.

“Aw, don’t be such a little princess,” said Marzipan with a smile, finding her niece’s pouty expression absolutely adorable. “You’ll get a clean diaper in a minute. Just simmer down.”

Hearing that, Melody’s expression softened a bit, shifting from frustration to fear as she imagined the utter disgrace that was sure to come when her diaper was finally ripped open to reveal the squalid mess inside. The oppressive odor of her wet, soiled padding was already beginning to permeate throughout the room and she didn’t want to think about the degrading comments her aunt was going to make once that awful stink was fully unleashed. Even worse, the thought of her own auntie seeing her naked diaper area covered in fresh dung made her want to curl up and die right there in the middle of the living room.

Melody could hardly believe it, but she was actually looking to the opening of the hallway for salvation, hoping Miss Fifi would walk in any second and take her away to the privacy of the nursery for a change. Whatever Fifi might have planned for her was far less frightening than the idea of having her shit-covered crotch exposed in front of her aunt, leaving Melody desperate for a way out. For a moment, the anxious filly wondered if she’d heard the distant sound of footsteps approaching, but soon realized it was just her own heart pounding inside her chest. Only then, as a sickening feeling of dread came over her, did Melody accept that her kinky caretaker was nowhere to be found.

Out of options, she began preparing herself for the unthinkable as her aunt merrily strolled over to the diaper bag that had been left sitting on the sofa and began pulling out all the necessary supplies. First came the baby powder, and then a pack of wipes and a bottle of lotion. Finally, Melody got her first look at the diaper her aunt had picked out for her, and it was even more embarrassing than she had imagined: extra thick, extra pink, and covered with plenty of pretty prancing unicorns to keep a sweet little filly like her looking extra cute.

“C’mon, don’t keep me waiting,” said Marzipan, her voice gentle but firm. “Let’s get you cleaned up and into some nice soft jammies. You’ve got time for one movie, and then it’s bedtime for you, little one.”