“I-it’s just a dream, r-right, mommy?  Any second now we’re b-both gonna wake up.” the tiny riolu was pressed close against her chest, tears rimming violet eyes wide with fright.  “We’ll wake up, a-and have a good laugh over pancakes about having the same dream!”

“That’s right, sweetie.” Merian’s voice was soft, even, loving; carried on a reassuring smile thin as tissue, “With extra butter, until they’re soggy just the way you like.”

She slid one of her large, golden flippers up from where it was wrapped over her daughter’s back to instead support her head.  Holding close as the pup sniffed and buried her face into Merian’s plush body, struggling not to start bawling.

The mega ampharos looked up and away before letting her smile slip.  Nothing had changed since their arrival.  It was just the two of them huddled together in this featureless white expanse which seemed to continue forever.

It could very well have been a dream, for how surreal it was.  Except that she knew they had just been cuddled up on the couch in their home, watching a movie.

Her heart sank as Merian heard her daughter lose the fight; paws clutching tighter as her small frame shook with muffled sobs.

Merian likewise tightened her embrace, whispering, “It’ll be okay, we’ll get back home soon.”

Soon.

It had been over an hour already since they’d woken up in this colorless void.  The last thing either could remember was a blinding blue light that had flooded the living room, and a brief sensation of weightlessness.  Then they were simply here, wherever here was.

There was no possible way it was anything but deliberate, the collars were proof of that.  Tight, simple leather bands without a buckle or seam, and a metal plate fixed to the front.  Numbered.

She looked down at her daughter again, fighting back tears.  It was almost too cruel.  The purple matched Miranda’s eyes perfectly.

Shaking her head slowly, Merian struggled to think why anyone could possibly want to do this to them.  Sure a few of her old classmates were a little jealous of her evolution, and maybe she put too much icing on her pastries sometimes; but little Miranda was so pure and sweet, even if this was somehow a joke it was taking things way too far.

Merian was about to try to offer her daughter some more words of comfort but they caught in her throat as she finally noticed it.

A hand.

It was floating just a short distance away, waiting.  The white of the glove made it almost impossible to distinguish from the background of the void.  It wasn’t alone either.  Now that she knew what to look for she could see more of them, dozens.

Her eyes were wide, flicking back and forth as she looked all around them.  It wasn’t dozens.

Golden flippers held her daughter closer as she whispered, “Miranda.  Sweetie.  No matter what, just hold on tight, okay?”

The little riolu looked up slowly at her again, sniffing hard.  Any time mommy was this serious it was very important, and she was a good girl, so fighting her natural inclination to question it, she simply nodded, holding on tighter.

Merian looked down, their eyes meeting, and she gave her daughter the biggest, warmest smile she could manage.

That was the instant movement flashed in the corner of her sight.

There was no time to think, no time to hesitate.

She wasn’t like the Legendary Heroes, or even an adventurer, but Merian was still a mega.

Drawing in the deepest, fastest breath she could, the mega ampharos stretched her body up tall, clutching her daughter tight in a protective embrace.  The jewels in her tail and on her head hummed to life, blue glow crackling inside them.

Thunderbolt.  Thunderbolt.  Thunderbolt.

She practically screamed it in her head as the power built in a flash, swirling, getting ready to explode outward at her targets.  In that span of fractions of a second, Merian finally opened her mouth, shouting the attack as she released it to blow the hands away.

Nothing.

Merian simply stared on, trembling with her mouth open as the power winked out even faster than she had charged it.  Not a single spark.  All she felt was a suddenly growing weight in her abdomen and a wave of cramps, but she wasn’t allowed to dwell on the implications.

In the next instant the hands were there.

With unnatural strength they grabbed at Merian from every angle.  She did everything she could, practically tripping over them as she tried to kick or spin to dodge and build momentum for her tail, but she would have had more success swatting at smoke.

Eventually several hands latched onto her flippers, wrenching them apart.  More were there in an instant, grabbing onto her daughter by the arms, tail, anywhere they could; roughly pulling the pup away as more swept in to help pin her to the ground.

“Miranda!” Merian’s eyes were pinpricks of terror and rage as more of the hands gathered around her.  Got between her and her daughter.

No hesitation.  White energy swelled, washing over Merian’s flipper.  If a thunderbolt didn’t work, she’d go for physical.  Ages ago her mega punch had been enough to accidentally level an entire house.  That had been as a flaaffy.

She threw herself through the mass of hands, aiming for where they were swarming over Miranda’s prone form.

A single gloved hand separated from the group, one finger wagging admonishingly.

“Get.  Away.  From.  My.  Daughter!”

Merian planted her feet and swung directly at it, her flipper batting the hand away like a leaf in a light breeze.  The white energy wasn’t there.  Neither was the explosion from the pressure wave.

Cramps wracked her body, enough to make her cry out, doubling over in pain and shaking as the weight in her abdomen grew considerably heavier.

“M-mommy!  He...el…”

The shout made Merian’s eyes jerk back open, the way it trailed off made her stomach knot.  It was a struggle, but she forced herself to wade forward, flippers sweeping suddenly docile hands out of the way.

Looking down, fresh terror gripped at her heart.  Only a few hands were holding Miranda down now.  That was all they needed.  The pup’s eyes were vacant, staring up into the slowly turning spiral being displayed on a pair of strange glasses she now wore.

Merian’s heart sank deeper, her chest ached with fear.  Hypnosis.  Tears were streaming down her face now as she took another step towards her daughter, speaking in hushed tones, “D-don’t worry, sweetie…  M-mommy will s-save you…  We… we’ll go to the doctor a-and they’ll find a way to get rid of whatever they’re-”

The hands had heard enough.  Several seized Merian’s left leg suddenly, their combined strength lifting it from the ground with ease.  Another score slammed into her, grabbing her by the throat and pitching Merian onto her back so hard that she bounced, gasping as the impact forced the air from her lungs.

More hands piled onto her, digging into her plush, rubbery hide to hold her down as she weakly struggled amid fits of coughing.  Her head was swimming, there had to be something, anything she could do.

Nothing came to her as Merian fought simply to breathe, the pressure of the white-gloved hands on her neck and chest making even that simple action difficult.  A multitude of hands pressing down firmly against her still-aching abdomen reminded her what a bad idea it would be to try using her powers again.  The squeezing of the hands made her muscles start cramping, pressure from the weight inside growing as it moved lower.

She shuddered hard, eyes squeezing shut briefly as thoughts of relieving herself in this place turned her stomach.

As the wave of cramps passed, the sensation of cool plastic brushing past both sides of her head made Merian’s eyes snap open.

The hands had slipped a pair of those glasses onto her, the same as her daughter.

A weak “no” was all Merian could manage to get out before a spiral faded onto the translucent surface.  A few moments later it began to turn with excruciating slowness.  There was no hurry.  Her limbs were held fast, and hands firmly gripped her horns, not letting her head even budge in an attempt to toss the glasses off.

Closing her eyes made no difference either.  The spiral was still there, picking up speed ever so slightly as it drilled straight into her thoughts.

There were words too.  Whispered, muddled.

Merian tried ignore them, to push them out of her thoughts by reciting every recipe she knew, one after another.  Ingredients.  Measurements.  Temperatures.  All the precision she had spent years practicing.

It actually worked too, for a while.

Minutes crept by.  All the time she struggled to keep her mind clear, but the pauses between steps were getting longer.

And the whispers had grown louder.

Master is always right.  I’m just a big baby.  Babies don’t get any choice.

Those three phrases, repeated over and over, never changing tone or pace.  Never stopping.

Tears streaked her face as more often she found herself repeating along with the phrases instead of listing off the next step in a recipe.

“Master is always right.”

Merian’s eyes went wide, her concentration on cooking completely shattered.  That time hadn’t been in her head.  It was soft, clear.  Miranda.

She was standing now, just a short distance away.  A wide, blissful smile plastered on her face.

“P-please, no…” Merian whimpered, watching her daughter advance, one small step at a time.  The smile never fading even as she echoed the same three phrases as they played in Merian’s head.

Master is always right.  I’m just a big baby.  Babies don’t get any choice.

Miranda’s tiny paw reached out, delicately wiping tears from the mega ampharos’ cheek, “Don’t cry, mommy, it’s okay.”

Confusion surged through Merian’s head.  She opened her mouth to speak, but as her daughter turned away the hands holding her down suddenly pitched her to one side.  Being unable to brace herself, she smacked into the floor with audible force.

Master is always right.  I’m just a big baby.  Babies don’t get any choice.

Merian coughed again, gasping for air.  She tried to turn and call out for her daughter, but the hands gripped her horns tighter, holding her face to the floor.

Hands tangled in her tail pulled it up hard, making her yelp in pain.  She was trembling, having trouble concentrating, but desperate to figure out what was happening.

She didn’t have long to wait, as another image faded onto the glasses, over the spiral.  It was her, from behind, privates on full display.

Between her sprawled legs stood Miranda.

Shutting her eyes still didn’t matter, and so she was forced to watch as Miranda leaned in, tiny paws spreading her cheeks so that the pup could give Merian’s privates a long, slow kiss.

Merian shuddered, stomach twisted in revulsion.

As Miranda pulled back, her grin grew wider.  Another pair of hands drifted into the projected space.  One carried a purple, equine-shaped strap-on dildo, the other a large bottle filled with a thick, clear fluid.

“N-no…”

More hands helped wind the straps around Miranda’s hips and crotch, making sure they were attached nice and snug.  The pup was watching in delight as the hand with the bottle emptied it over the dildo, excess pattering quietly on the floor.

“P-please…  I’m begging you…”

Miranda was climbing up between her legs, tiny paws digging into her body for traction.  Merian felt the damp tip of the toy press firmly against the star of her anus.

Tears streamed down Merian’s face as she shouted, “Please!  I’ll do a-anything!  Just let her stop!”

Miranda jerked back a little, and for that instant light blossomed again in Merian’s heart.

Blinking, vacant eyes looked up from the toy, smile fading as a lack of understanding clouded the pup’s face, “Stop?  But I’m having fun, mommy...  I don’t wanna.”

Merian couldn’t even manage to respond, her body merely slumping in defeat.  Those few simple words had stolen away what little hope she’d managed to scrape together.  The light snuffed out.

Master is always right.

It only took a moment, seeing that the resistance was gone, before the smile spread once more across Miranda’s young face.  Tail wagging fiercely with excitement, she lined up the rounded tip of the toy with Merian’s anus again.

I’m just a big baby.

Merian whined, trembling as the slick, hard rubber pressed in forcefully against her ring.  Slowly, her hole widened in accommodation.  She had never put anything back there before, but even with the lubricant the sensation of being spread was anything but pleasant.

Babies don’t get any choice.

Gripping her mommy’s hips firmly, Miranda pressed harder.

Merian gave a strangled cry as the unflared equine head finally popped inside.  Pain radiated all through her bottom, dull, hot; but that was just the beginning.

With a gleeful giggle, the pup began to push the toy deeper.  It was narrowed slightly after the head, but from there it tapered back outward, all the way to almost half again its original size at its base.  Miranda sank it in ever so slowly to that base, admiring the way her mommy’s bottom stretched so easily to fit it.

It didn’t feel easy at all to Merian, who pressed her head to the floor, shaking as tears welled in her eyes.  Her entire bottom was aching, throbbing; and the way the toy was filling and stretching out her rear made her feel as though she desperately needed the toilet.

Things got worse as Miranda began to slowly pull back, giggling more as she watched mommy’s ring being pulled outward, clinging to the toy as she removed it.

Merian shuddered, crying out again as her muscles squeezed, pushing involuntarily.  The sensation was exactly like defecating, and she hated it.  Worse, the mass of waste that had formed inside her had moved down from the stimulation; she could feel the weight, the pressure as it followed after the dildo.  Her chest tightened with panic as she realized she’d never be able to hold it back like this.

Fortunately, her daughter had other plans.

Just as the head of the rubber phallus began to stretch the ring out to make its exit, Miranda stopped and plunged the toy right back inside, eliciting another sharp cry of surprise from her mommy, who shuddered hard underneath her.

When the tip of the dildo sank into the built up waste, Miranda’s grin only widened and she pushed harder, using the toy to force it all back, deeper.

Merian whined, trembling and panting as tears streamed down her face.  It was the worst thing she had ever experienced, the combined desperation and churning pressure as the entire mass was moved within her.  There was nothing she could do about it either.  She didn’t have any choice.  All she could do was lay there sobbing, and watch as her sweet, innocent daughter so enthusiastically ruined her hole.

Pull out.  Thrust back in.

Over and over.

It wasn’t until hours later that Miranda finally collapsed against her mommy’s hips; mewling as she basked in afterglow, crotch soaked from her most recent climax.  There was still one more thing though, she nodded slowly and gently pushed herself up with her paws.

The white-gloved hands returned.  A pair helped unfasten her strap-on, allowing the pup to hop back down to the floor.  More were bringing other supplies.

It took Merian longer to come to her senses, even then, all she could manage yet was breathing quietly and watching the video feed on the goggles.  She was on her back again now, legs being held tucked up against her stomach by a group of the hands; the rubber equine phallus still lodged to the base in her rear.

She simply watched it unthinking for a few moments, as sensation continued to return to her.  With it came the urgent need again to relieve herself, she blushed at the thought, letting out a pitiful whine.

Hearing her mommy, Miranda turned from where she was standing a short distance away, smiling happily as she held the final item the hands had brought for her.

It was a diaper.

Huge.  Bulky.  It was bright white, with pink detailing, and pictures of hoppip and musical notes covered the front.

Merian blushed harder as her daughter brought the padding over, swishing and making it crinkle loudly the whole way.

“Almost there, mommy!” Miranda smiled wider as she settled between Merian’s legs again, sliding the thick padding under the mega’s lifted bottom, “But we gotta take your toy out first.”  She gave the toy a little pat with her paw, making her mommy shudder, “So that means you have to hold it on your own, until you’re told, like a good baby.”

Merian nodded slowly, responding with a quiet little piece of incoherent babbel.  She was just a big baby, after all.

Getting a firm grip on the straps, Miranda began to tug the toy out at a deliberately slow pace.  She giggled, watching her mommy squirm and pant.

With one final, firm pull, the head of the toy popped free.  Merian cried out, whimpering at the sudden pain; but out of obedience and the fear of humiliating herself in front of her daughter, she put everything she could into clenching her rear shut.

The two weeks worth of waste was there immediately, pushing hard against her hole, threatening to force its way out if she wavered in the slightest.

It was the worst Merian had ever felt the need to go, she was panting hard, shaking; filled with dread that any second now she’d lose control, that she was already losing it.

The way her mommy was squirming made Miranda smile as she picked up a tube of anti-rash cream, warming it between her tiny paws as she simply watched for a while.  A particularly undignified squeak reminded her that mommy couldn’t hold it for much longer though, so the pup reluctantly nodded to herself and carefully unscrewed the tube’s lid and emptied it out onto her paw; way more than she really needed.

Splatting the giant glob of cream gently into place, she used both paws and began to spread it all over her mommy’s bottom and privates.

The intimacy of the contact made Merian flush with shame, but she couldn’t even spare it a second thought as another wave of cramps hit, leaving her struggling not to have an accident right then and there.

Miranda was taking her time and being very thorough as she rubbed the cream in.  She made certain to cover every piece of exposed skin possible; and worked it into every fold and crease, earning awkward, panting squeaks from her mommy as they were  squished and stretched out.

When she was finally satisfied with that, Miranda hefted a large canister of baby powder and gave her mommy’s underside a nice light, even dusting, filling the air with a refreshing hint of lilac.

Passing the powder canister off to a group of the hands, Miranda smiled and backed up enough to lift up the front part of the diaper, and with some effort, flop it up and over into place.  Puffing out her cheeks in concentration, the riolu leaned into the diaper with one paw and stretched the other out.  A few seconds later, two more of the white-gloved hands popped into being, although these ones were noticeably smaller, and flickering with the light-blue of aura.

Her smile widening, Miranda could barely believe it had worked, mommy would be so proud.  Pointing to the top of the diaper, the hands obediently grabbed onto the ruffles and very gently pulled it up as tight as the material could go.  Miranda fought a losing battle as she tried not to giggle, hopping excitedly back and around mommy’s leg to lift up the side flap.

She wiggled it a little to make sure it was stretched as far as it would go, then pulled it tighter and taped it firmly into place; repeating this procedure on the other side afterwards.

In another circumstance, Merian would indeed have been overwhelmingly proud of her daughter being able to use helping hand; but as it was, she was so caught up in trying not to let go that she could barely think straight.  She definitely didn’t notice the faint blue pawprints of aura that quickly faded from the diaper tapes.

The only thing that finally got Merian’s attention was her daughter’s bubbly voice, “Okay, mommy, almost there, but you gotta stand up so I can get the last tape!”

Still sobbing quietly, Merian had no idea how she would accomplish this, yet she found the hands gently grasping onto her flippers, some placing themselves underneath her in support as the others gently lowered her legs back to the ground.

Merian grabbed the hands as tight as she could and very slowly pulled herself up, shaking with the effort.  The change in position made the weight inside her shift, and now that gravity was on its side, the pressure increased dramatically, setting off another wave of cramps.  She cried out loud, her entire body shaking from the effort.  Any second now she was going to lose control.

However, it didn’t take that long for Miranda to secure the flap over the diaper’s tail hole, making sure it was nice and tight; to help prevent leaks

With a big smile, she gave her mommy’s bottom the gentlest pat with her tiny paw and then called out, “There!  Now poop, mommy!”

The tiny shreds of reason Merian had been clinging to told her that there was no way she could do it.  She couldn’t stand the humiliation of relieving herself in such a way, right in front of her child.

She couldn’t take it any more thought, the pressure was so bad she couldn’t hold it any long even if she tried.  Even if she wanted to.  She had no choice.

Burying her bright red face into her flippers out of shame, the mega ampharos whined and took a deep breath, giving just the slightest push.

That was all it took.

The mass of thick, sludgy waste stretched Merian’s hole wide as it forced its way out, filling the air with sloppy crackling sounds and its harsh, earthy scent.

Miranda watched in pure fascination as her mommy’s diaper quickly filled; swelling, hanging lower and lower as the amount of waste inside discolored it.

It was far from the end though, as Merian shook, panting hard as her legs threatened to give out from under her.  More cramps hit, and with a soft, strangled cry, Merian pushed again.

And again.

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With a quiet groan, Merian slowly blinked her eyes open, taking in the dark, blurry shapes of the beams crisscrossing her bedroom ceiling.

She closed them again slowly, sinking back into the pillow.  A little more rest would be fine.  She ached all over.

She had been dreaming.  A very intense dream, but she already couldn’t remember a single thing about it.  Not too surprising, that’s how dreams usually were.

“Maybe I was running a marathon.” she mumbled quietly, finishing with the slightest giggle; then a sigh as she slowly opened her eyes again, looking over to the clock.

“Might as well get going, I can get an early start on breakfast.”

Nodding, she began to gently roll over onto her stomach so she could stand easier.

As she started to roll, her bottom slid through something.

Thick.  Squishy.

Merian’s heart jumped and she immediately froze, panicking, suddenly very awake.  A glance under the blankets confirmed it.

She looked around the room frantically, trying to think of anything she could do as she climbed ever so gingerly from the bed.

Making her way to a small table, Merian lifted her apron from where she’d left it after the previous day’s work.  It was a nice plain pink, with a few ruffles.  Not much, but she’d need it for breakfast anyways, so she very carefully put it on, and hoped.

A minute later, she knocked on her daughter’s bedroom door, waiting a few moments before opening it.  Leaning in, Merian called out quietly, “S-sweetie?  It’s time to w-wake up.”

There was a quiet yawn, the shuffling of blankets, then another yawn as Miranda’s tiny head rose, wiping at her eyes with a paw.  She sleepily mumbled some kind of greeting, smiling a little.

Merian smiled back as she slowly walked closer.  Why was she walking closer?  She needed to stop, to keep far enough away.  “Did you sleep okay, sweetie?”

The pup nodded slowly, the golden ring around her neck glinting ever so slightly in the light trickling through the curtains, “Sure did mommy!  Had a dream but I can...”

Miranda trailed off, blinking slowly, sleepily as she looked at her mommy.

“S-something wrong sweetie?”

The tiny riolu lifted a paw to her nose, covering it and putting on a pouty face, “Mommy… you’re stinky…”

Merian’s face burned bright red with humiliation, flippers wringing the front of her apron as she fought back tears.  Looking down quickly, she sniffed, “I… I…”

Miranda’s paw dropped, she was suddenly beaming with a bright, sleepy grin, “Aw, don’t cry, mommy.  You’re just a baby, so it’s okay!”

That’s right.  Nothing but a big baby.

It was like a weight lifted off Merian’s shoulders, she felt herself relax, slumping slightly, “O-okay.”  With another small sniff she looked slowly back up at her daughter, who was climbing carefully out of bed now, “Should I get cha-”

“Breakfast!” Miranda called out happily, bouncing a little as she dropped to the floor, “Let’s have pancakes, mommy!”

Merian couldn’t help but smile.  What had she been thinking, “S-sure, pancakes, with extra butter.”

The pup nodded enthusiastically, hopping past Merian out the door and down the hall towards the kitchen.  Merian could only waddle after slowly, blushing as every move made her more aware of the extra weight of her full diaper.

When Merian reached the kitchen, her daughter was perched up on a high stool next to the stove, rocking back and forth.  It’s where she always sat when Merian was going to give her a lesson in cooking.

Stepping up to the cupboards, blush warmed her cheeks again as she realized just how exposed her bottom was, but she opened the doors anyways, starting to pull out ingredients for the pancakes, and all the hardware she would need.

On one of the trips waddling back and forth, her daughter raised a paw, pointing back at the pantry, “Mommy!  You should have oatmeal too, with your pancakes!”

Merian blinked a little, but nodded slowly.  She didn’t usually eat that much at once, but her daughter was right, it did sound nice.  She returned to the pantry, grabbing out the large container full of oats, another measuring cup, and then started to pull a small pot out to cook it in.

“Not that one!”

The call made her stop cold, she looked over to her daughter, who was gesturing with arms wide.

“All of it!  Cook all of it up!  You gotta eat a lot today, mommy!”

Merian shuddered, looking between her daughter and the container, eyes welling with tears.  There was no way she could do it.  But she had to.  Babies don’t get any choice.

Master is always right.

“Yes… Mi… m-master…”

Miranda couldn’t help it, she was grinning like crazy.  Her excitement left a damp spot on the seat as she bounced; watching her mommy put the small pot away, get out the biggest one they had instead, and with trembling flippers, begin to empty the container of oats into it.

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Bill of Sale

Slave Number: 856
Name: Merian
Species: Mega Ampharos
Age: 49

Equipment: Locking control collar.

Conditionals: Reluctant-submissive training.  Stage one incontinence.

Cost

Auction:	44,000 V
Addons:	00,800 V

Patient Number: 857
Name: Miranda
Species: Riolu
Age: [5]

Equipment: Hypno visor.  Cherish class equine strap-on, size 4, violet.

Conditionals: Confidence boost.  Cruelty boost.  Arousal boost.

Cost

Addons:	07,600 V

Total:		52,400 V
Client: [Miranda]

Thank you for your purchase, please enjoy your new property and the new you.