Monday morning, two days after her "awakening" in Cherish Valley, Cupcake stood in Melvin's kitchen, ready for her first real day as the new Mrs. Coddler. She stood, a vision a pink... a sexual contradiction by display.

A pink, mini Alice in Wonderland dress adorned her new frame. Modified for an adult (or a teen), the dress was a pink satin frock, with white lace trim. It began at her neck, just below her steel collar and stretched tight down her shoulders towards puffy, lacey sleeves ending just above her elbow.

Over her 34E breast-line, a heart-shaped opening with white lace trim was cut out of the fabric of the dress. Done very professionally and with an eye for tease, the heart-shaped hole opened up only enough to reveal the tight crevice of Cupcake's massive new tits. Two cream colored breasts that strained against the satin surface, but were not allowed to squeeze through the window of the dress... only peak and wink at the observer... with nipples the size of a fingertip.

Underneath the dress, the breasts were needlessly lifted and held up at the crown of a Victorian style corset which ran all the way down to the beginning mound of Cupcake's new ass. Laced with whale bone, the corset further ground Cupcake's 18 inch waist into a 16 inch hourglass and emphasized her hips even further... giving her ass the look as if it existed in its own zip code. Melvin had taken great pleasure in setting his alarm an hour earlier that day, just so he could take his time lacing the slut into the prison of the corset... making sure to keep it in place with a tiny padlock which vanished under the satin at the base of the corset.

On the outside, a dainty, white, lacey apron was tied around her microscopic waist, disappearing at the back of the dress under a huge, stiff, pink bow that rested above Cupcake's bubble but.

Underneath the stiff petticoats that rose the tiny hem of her dress almost horizontally at her sides, Cupcake wore a special thong which housed two battery operated dildos. Dildos which rested safe and snug... one deep in her ass... the other, deep in her cunt. Walking around with these busy vibrators engorged in both her ends felt like riding a horse that was constantly hurdling fences.

On her waist, above the pretty little thong, a garter belt suspended the tops of two white stockings which encased Cupcake's legs... making them seem almost doll like in their creamy whiteness. Furthermore, the fasteners of the garters were clearly visible under the puffy hemline which ended an inch above the base of her pussy lips. And at each buckle, which held the stockings, a pink satin bow was adorned.

Staring down at her dress, Cupcake felt like a Christmas present for some little girl. A life-sized Barbie Doll.... pink, lace ribbons and all.

Pink, patent leather ballet heels assured that Cupcake would be walking on tippy toes all day long like a pretty ballerina. Even if her mind would allow her, Cupcake could not remove the sky-high heels, for they were padlocked on as well under the satin ribbons of the spaghetti straps which laced around her ankles.

White gloves, made of an expensive kid, were fastened over the palms of her hands by a tiny, heart-shaped button on the cuff. The gloves were so tight, that Cupcake's exposed fingers felt as if they were cut off from the rest of her hand.

Her make-up was impeccable. Staring at herself in the mirror, Cupcake was amazed that she had known exactly what to do with all the different foundations, enhancers and glosses. While her dwindling intelligence no longer allowed her the skills to figure out how to read a hand-clock, in little under thirty minutes, Cupcake had perfectly sculpted her face to that of a porcelain doll's.

Starting with a white, creamy foundation, Cupcake had layered her face and neck. Next, pink rouge dusted her cheekbones, making them appear even higher than they had already been lifted. Her thin, arching lashes rose above two round, blue eyes, bathed in pink and black liner and surrounded up and down by long, batting lashes swathed in mascara. A thick, pink, glossy coating was applied to her puffy, new lips. And then two more coats were added on for longer lasting and a more "wet and hungry" look. Either way, the strict rule of thumb, which all Cherish women had programmed into them, was that make-up was to be checked and re-applied at the head of every hour.

When completed, Cupcake's new lips resembled a hungry, wet vagina on her face with a color that could practically glow pink in the dark. The severity of the collagen had fattened her lips into a permanent "o" so that they were unable to close completely. This gave her the look of silly school girl... lost and confused by all the complicating things around her. And the fact that her eyes were as big and as round as a doll's now, didn't exactly help either. Try as she might, Cupcake saw a stupid, cutesy, airheaded girl staring back at her whenever she looked in the mirror.

Her platinum blonde hair, corkscrewed into French curls, cascaded down around her shoulders, resting on the twin mounds of her 34E tits. The final pink bow rested high on top of her curly head... the words "Bimbo Slut" embroided on its fabric.

Bowing her head in shame and sorrow, Cupcake instinctively began sucking on the rubber dildo in her mouth... locked safely in place behind the guise of her dentured teeth, and began to remember... with her foggy new mind, the horrors of her first weekend with Melvin.

It began with a new wardrobe. It was on that Saturday morning that Cupcake was led from the shower, where she was scolded for attempting to use mouth wash to remove the taste of Melvin's seed from her mouth. After watching her skillfully apply her face, Melvin led Cupcake into her new walk-in closet.

While Melvin was no fashion designer... he did have a great imagination. And in a town like Cherish Valley... where women are mere Barbie Dolls and eye candy for the men, all you have to do is follow your fetish, and you're sure to find the outfit that matches it.

Therefore, Cupcake's new wardrobe was broken up into many categories. Starting with a selection of clothes that seemed tailored for a four year old girl living in Victorian England, Cupcake beheld an entire collection of little girl Alice in Wonderland dresses. Microscopic waistlines; puffy, billowing petticoats that lifted the hemlines of skirts that wouldn't even reach the middle of her thighs; lacey, satin frocks; small, cute aprons; large, stiff bows; soft, gentle ribbons... The collection resembled a pedophile's wet dream. Any grown woman forced to put on such dresses was soon reduced to a cutesy, little baby doll of a girl. And to match the assortment of bright dresses, Melvin opened two draws below the hanging clothes that were filled with creamy, white stockings, garter belts, chokers, frilly ribbons and bows, dainty gloves, and a collection of Mary Jane shoes... each with a ballet-sized heel... each made in a bright, patent leather.

Moving on, Cupcake was led, to an assortment of rubber clothing. Latex, PVC and straight rubber outfits littered the corner of the closet. With a mounting dumbness to her expression, Cupcake stared on as Melvin produced cat suits, micro-minis, full-body suits, halter tops, and the occasional pair of pants, hobble skirts, and cut-out tops. The outfits were accompanied by a different type of heel: open-toed platform mules with 6 inch heels were lined up under the rubber outfits. Although this assortment of clothing came in pastel colors just as bright as the first... the heels were a little more racy. Darker shades of pink, lavender, blue, yellow, orange and white were the colors here. And a few pairs seemed to have no color at all, and were clear.

Cupcake was next hauled to a collection of uniforms. While the majority of the uniforms seemed to be French Maid outfits... these were not your ordinary maid's outfits that you'd find in a Halloween store. Rather, each outfit had a severe, hourglass waist and the proper cut-outs in the ass and breast-line area. The fabrics of the maid's outfits ranged from latex, to rubber, to vinyl, to satin, to cotton...

As the hour pushed on, Cupcake was introduced to all sorts of different outfits. Tops that had names stenciled in them. And since Cupcake could no longer read, she found herself listening, with a mounting horror, as Melvin read the names of some of the shirts, "Barbie Girl; Barbie Slut; Fuck Doll; Airhead; Bimbo; Bimbo Slut; Tits; Property of Melvin; Cum Deposit; Cunt etc."

Cupcake was also introduced to a variety of toys and bondage gear. From a huge assortment of plug gags which included binky gags, ball gags, dildo gags, ring gags to an assortment of dildos ranging from anal plugs to a 12 inch black dildo which Melvin teased Cupcake with by forcing her to lick it like a lollipop for the rest of the tour.

Speaking of lollipops... Melvin supplied Cupcake with an assortment of candy that she was expected to enjoy. Starting with cum-flavored lollipops shaped as long, fat cocks (which could be purchased at any candy store in the front rack) Cupcake was also expected to chew gum all the time. She was also encouraged to blow big bubbles and pop them all over her mouth. While Melvin didn't have to urge these ideas... he liked to remind Cupcake of what she had become.

Click, click, click...

Cupcake moved across the kitchen floor, mopping up Melvin's piss puddle. The old man leaned in the threshold of the kitchen door, admiring the dumb blonde as she eagerly mopped up his urine.

Now for another test.

"Stop." said Melvin.

Cupcake stood at attention, legs together at the knees, gloved hands tightly fixed around the pole of the mop, head bowed in submission.

"Lick the rest up with your tongue." said Melvin.

A faint glimmer of hope... hope that he couldn't possibly be serious... passed through Cupcake's blue eyes. "Yes, Daddy," and then she nodded and gently leaned the mop against the counter, got down on two stockinged knees, and placed her palms on the tiled floor.

Crawling like a puppy over to the puddle of yellow piss, Cupcake lapped it up and drank it down. Stopping at the halfway point, the young slut pulled some defense from her gut and glanced up at Melvin... piss dripping from her lips... hoping that it was enough.

"All of it, fuckdoll."

Cupcake got back to licking up the piss like a good little girl. Melvin watched her heart-shaped ass, perked up into the sky like a cushioned seat, as she moved around the floor to finish the task appointed her.

This was still Saturday morning, following the wardrobe tour... only hours from that dreadful moment that she had drank a very different liquid from this old man's cock. That moment afterwards where she had uttered that dreadful statement of submission and defeat...

Thank you, Daddy.

From that moment on... to this moment now... from every moment for the rest of that fateful weekend... Cupcake learned, in fast and harsh order, what her new place in life was to be.

The tour of the house had ended here... in the kitchen, where Melvin had revealed Cupcake's new "diet" to her. Opening the fridge, the young teen was greeted by glass bottles of milk, frothing at the surface like a "Fribble" from Friendlys.

It took one sample of the drink to realize that it was not a milk shake at all... but cum. Melvin's cum. Over two year's supply, saved and stored safely in the kitchen freezer. If Cupcake was still smart, she would've expected something like this... having been told earlier by the old man that his former job, before spending his retirement on the golf course, was working as a doctor at sperm bank. So who knows what other men's seeds were among Melvin's collection in the basement freezer.

Either way, it was in that moment that Cupcake learned that piss and cum were going to be the only drinks she was ever allowed to imbibe for the rest of her life. Melvin chided the dim-witted girl that she'd be tasting a large assortment of the men in Cherish... without ever having to meet them.

But the new diet didn't end there. Melvin's cum would find a way into all her meals as well. From "cum stew" to "cum condiments" to "cum oatmeal." Even the new cuisine of Gerber baby food that would be enforced on her toothless, modified mouth included a healthy dosage of Melvin's spunk.

Melvin had no problem admitting that the idea of Cupcake, forever swallowing his seed on a daily basis, turned him on to no end. He even took the liberty of pumping his cum into all her face creams. Even Cupcake's shampoo, her Lubriderm skin conditioning, her toothpaste! received a healthy dose of the creamy white seed.

But Melvin always needed to take things one step further. Which is why piss and shit would be included as Cupcake's new "deserts." Starting with that Saturday morning sipping... Cupcake would forever be subjected to plates of Melvin's feces and glasses of his urine.

Sure, he would switch it up every now and then. I mean, what man would want to constantly live in fear that the mouth he kissed everyday tasted like piss and shit? And so Melvin planned on timing these ordeals. While Cupcake would be expected to taste cum all day long, Melvin made it firm that shit and piss were to be mouth-washed away before placing her pink lips to her Master's.

Ohhh, but having a human piss deposit had so many benefits. What man would get out of bed in the middle of the night to piss when the hungry, pink, female mouth at the tip of his cock served as a perfect substitute. And so it was, that as Cupcake lay under the covers that first Saturday night, her head strapped tightly to Melvin's crotch, with the length of his sweaty cock resting deep in her mouth... that she suddenly awoke (as if finding any sleep in this position was at all possible) to a steady torrent of piss flowing down her mouth. Her natural reaction was to retch and gag... even with her arms fastened behind her back in a severe one-armed-glove.

But Melvin, peeking down at the bobbing head under his covers, just firmly planted his wrinkled palm at the top of the curly-haired bimbo and forced her still. As Melvin pictured what little thought, yet large repulsion, must be going on in his new wife's brain, his cock grew stiff in her mouth, making the piss come out slower... dragging the ordeal out longer.

Under the covers, Cupcake lay in tearful shock as Melvin continued to drain his bladder into her unwilling stomach.

But it didn't end there... ohh, no... not by a long shot.

The tour of Melvin's house had revealed a plethora of new discoveries that would serve as the basis and backbone of Cupcake's new role in life. Since Cupcake had not yet seen the outside of Melvin's house, she had no idea how big it was.

Not until Melvin led her by dog leash through every room. And Melvin had rooms for every fetish engrained in him... or every fetish he was still willing to try.

From the rubber baby wonderland... where Cupcake would be expected to sleep in a pink, steel crib, locked on top... to the diaper changing table... to the closet of baby doll dresses...

From the pink, wall-papered playroom adorned with a "spanking horse;" dildo-prodded display pole; dental chair; torture rack; and human cage...

From the Victorian style dining room; with a proper hole cut into the center of the table, which Melvin informed her, would be where her head would stick out on the nights Melvin decided to have guests; with the high, padded, baby high-chair that stood at the end of the table.

While Cupcake had spent Saturday night dinner slurping orange, mashed baby food from a dog dish on the floor at Melvin's feet... Sunday night had been a horror show on its own.

Supper began with Melvin eating a wonderful French casserole that Cupcake had spent hours cooking. At his crotch, Cupcake knelt under the table, eagerly slurping his purple-headed cock. Melvin had given strict instructions that she was not allowed to let him cum until he said so. And furthermore... that she was to keep the cum in her mouth afterwards.

And so, when Cupcake heard the words, "Now, Cupcake" she gave it her finale... and was greeted by a load of thick, sticky cum. Pulling her glossy lips from Melvin's cock with a wet "Slyuuuuush" sound... Cupcake rested on her haunches as Melvin backed the mahogany chair away from the table.

Seizing her leash, Melvin led Cupcake across the room on hands and knees. Lifting her like the silly little girl she had become, the old man rested the teenager into the confines of a pink padded, metal high chair and removed her dog leash. Before Cupcake knew what was going on, Melvin slammed the tray before her into her chest, cramming her tits into pancakes and locking her elbows at her sides.

With a "click" the tray locked into place, and Cupcake could only wiggle her dainty hands, which now rested over her thighs... useless. Melvin then strapped her ankles into the legs of the chair. Turning a crank at the chair's side... Cupcake felt two dildos rise from the seat of the cushion below her ass... slowly, they penetrated her ass and cunt with each crank of the dial, until eight inches packed her pussy and six fed her ass.

Staring at Melvin with scared, confused eyes, Melvin smirked at the stupid look on the teen's face. Still keeping his spunk in her mouth, Cupcake's lips puckered out into a pretty pink flower... as if she was a fish trying to kiss the glass of its bowl.

Already a bead of cum was beginning to appear at the center of those fat, collagen-enhanced lips as Cupcake began to panic... fearing she might swallow the load if--

And then Melvin placed a bowl of yellow mush on the tray before her. Some sort of baby food purified and mixed with God's knows what.

"Release the cum into the bowl, Cupcake."

Cupcake, unable to lean forward due to the upright position that the tray locked her in, could only cock her chin down and squirt the load of cum, like a fountain, into the yellow substance of the food. Melvin took a napkin and tapped it at the corners of the girl's lips, as Cupcake licked the inside of her toothless mouth.

Melvin then tied a bib around Cupcake's neck and produced a large, wooden spoon, which he used to stir the cum into the yellow baby mush before her. Like a white swirl, the cum soon vanished into the thick, smelly meal... and Cupcake was ready for her supper.

With a dawning realizing of horror, Cupcake met Melvin's eyes, mouth opening to plea... but he just used the opportunity to ram a spoonful of the yellow mush into her reluctant mouth.

Immediate tears rushed down Cupcake's face as she wretched and gagged on the horrible tasting mush... chortling as if she might vomit.

"There, there. Baby must swallow it all down" Cooed Melvin.

And with a pinch to her button nose and a tilt to her empty head, Cupcake did. Spoonful after spoonful went down her throat... until the bowl was empty and her bib was coated in the yellow mush.. which dried into a smelly, thick crust.

The meal lay in Cupcake's stomach for a mere 5 minutes before the young girl threw it all back up. Luckily, Melvin anticipated this and so it was that the old man had a bowl ready on the high-chair's tray to collect every last drop of the vomit.

It took three more vomits of the same bile before Cupcake fainted... with a full load of regurgitated baby food in her tummy.

That Sunday night brought an end to Cupcake's orientation. And so it was, that at 10pm Cupcake sat on Melvin's lap, dressed in a pink, baby doll nighty... a diaper strapped around her waist; pink booties and matching mittens on her hands and feet; rubber panties around her diaper and petticoats; and her hair done up in ribbons and curls.

Under the flouncing nighty, Cupcake wore the rigid, 16-inch corset, so that her 34E breasts were lifted upright, giving the vision of this darling baby girl, a sluttish twist. Her pussy was packed snugly with a long, ribbed vibrator, ready to buzz all night long... making slumber close to impossible.

Melvin was dressed in his old man pajamas, and had his reading glasses on. Before him, the entire dossier of Cupcake's old life resting in his hand.

"Allison Anders was an 18 year girl with a high I.Q. and a creative, passionate mind that would drive her to seek avenues of her life that would lead to infinite happiness."

Melvin read the dossier like her was reading a bed time story.

Cupcake listened on, a glimmer of foggy remembrance showed in her doll-like eyes at hearing the record of her past life.

"Allison was an independent woman. A feminist. An idealist. She had dreams, hopes, goals... a future." And with that last bit, Melvin closed the dossier, huffing to himself and then slowly smirking as he realized that Cupcake was staring at him... with begging eyes that could only mean she wanted to talk.

"Very well," said Melvin. "Open up, Cupcake."

The blonde girl on the old man's lap opened her pink lips and Melvin reached into her mouth, grabbing hold of the fused together set of teeth. With a slight pull, they released from her mouth with a long "slurp" and a line of drool, which had collected on the length of the dildo. Melvin used his sleeve to dry the dumb girl's chin, where most of the saliva had ended up.

"Well, what do you have to say, Cupcake?"

Cupcake's lips quivered... her eyes watered... and one single word came out.

"Why?"

Melvin seemed bored by the question. "Is that why you made me remove your teeth? To ask me why?"

Seeing that Melvin was ready to silence her again with the horrible dentures, Cupcake rushed a response, "Like, why did you like, ummm... do this... stuff to Cupcake? Like... ummm, Cupcake was like, a--Cupcake was a good girl... umm... like, and she totally like, ummm--"

Melvin sighed. "Get on with it. I haven't got all night to sit here and listen to you try and make sense.

Cupcake was really crying now... the words were so close... all that she wanted to say and express to this horrible old man who had robbed her of her independence... of her dreams... OF HER LIFE!!!

"Cupcake like... like, wanted to be like... ummm, like a singer girl... Cupcake had... she like, had these dream thingys... and she like, thinks--"

Melvin finally had to step in. "Cupcake, do yourself a favor and don't think so much. It's not good for a silly girl like you. You, my dear Barbie Doll, are an airheaded bimbo. So the only thing I want you thinking about is how you're going to please Daddy Melvin." With that, Melvin tapped his finger, mockingly, against the side of Cupcake's curly head.

Cupcake's fat lips frowned into a pout. Her face was now lined with tears and her cheeks had flared up red, giving her the appearance of a naughty baby. "No... Cupcake is like... ummm... a smart girl."

Ahhhh, why can't I just say what I'm thinking??? Why can't I think straight at all??? Why is it so fucking hard????

"I'm not a dum dum." was all that escaped from this tirade of inner turmoil, echoing through Cupcake's empty head.

Melvin erupted into laughter at this response, shaking his head back and forth. "Silly, silly girl. If you must persist... I'll prove it to you."

"Huh?" said Cupcake.

Melvin reached across the floor and came back with a small doll, dressed almost exactly as Cupcake was now dressed.

In an instance, all the tears ceased and Cupcake reached out to embrace the pretty doll.

"Dolly!" squealed the young girl as Melvin handed over the doll. Squeezing it to her chest, Cupcake was in heaven.

"Now that you've seen how silly and happy you can be in the strand of a few seconds... I'll show you how scared and submissive you can be a second later."

Cupcake looked up at Melvin, frightened, as he lifted her off his lap. The doll dropped from her hands as Melvin suddenly forced her down over his lap, ass towards the ceiling, head towards the pink carpet.

It was close to an 15 minutes later when Melvin finished spanking the bubble ass of his new wife, and Cupcake was reduced to a whimpering baby with a sore behind.

Hours later, Cupcake lay, locked in her crib... binky gag securely inserted in her new mouth... the night's dinner wastes resting in her diaper... and the vibrator buzzing merrily in her cunt.

The first weekend was over... the first week was about to begin.