Baby Megan  (M+g, pedo, nc, anal, diapers, ws, scat)

By H. Grant 


Mike and Steve picked up little Megan at her mother's house early in the 
morning. The two of them had befriended the divorced mother when they helped 
repair her car at the nearby auto shop in Dayton. Mike and Steve had met on the 
job and discovered by accident that they had similar sexual interests, albeit 
perverted ones.

It had started four years earlier when Steve was doing his mechanic 
apprenticeship under Mike. The two were left alone to repair an old car. Mike 
had sent Steve to his locker to get a small toolkit. When Steve opened the 
locker, a yellow folder which hadn't been secured fell to the floor. Always 
curious, Steve opened it to find several sexually explicit photographs of nude 
girls.

While leafing through the pile of pictures, he discovered that some of the 
photos depicted little girls; extremely young girls in disgusting, yet sexually 
provocative situations. Steve had guessed that Mike jerked off in the dingy 
bathroom inside the shop but he had never known that THIS was what he was 
looking at. If this had been any other person, Mike would have been reported to 
the police immediately. But Steve was different. He became sexually aroused when 
looking at these extremely young pics. 

The pics showed various toddler girls having their toilet training sessions with 
their parents, while others depicted them getting bathed. Steve's favorite 
discoveries were the ones of little girls getting their diapers changed. One 
picture in particular showed a messy change. It made Steve rock hard. He was 
astonished that he enjoyed these pictures, and initially he felt extremely 
guilty for enjoying such filthy and disgusting depictions. Yet every chance he 
got, he would sneak into Mike's locker several times a week to peer into the 
folder while Mike was out on his lunch break.

This routine went on until Mike came back early one day and discovered that his 
special envelope was missing. In a panic, he raced around the shop looking for 
the culprit. It wasn't long before he saw Steve exiting the bathroom with the 
folder in hand. Angered by Steve's total lack of respect for his privacy, a 
discreet argument ensued outside the shop. It was during this argument that 
Steve assured Mike that his secret was safe and that in fact, Steve actually 
ENJOYED the photos. 

Mike swallowed hard when he heard this. He didn't know if Steve was saying that 
to get him off his back, or if he was really serious. So Mike challenged Steve 
to prove it by taking pictures of his four-year-old niece. When Steve complied 
and brought in some sexually explicit photographs of the cute little tike a few 
weeks later, the stage was set for a very close and personal friendship. 
From that point on Steve and Mike forged a very close bond with one another. 
They shared each other's fantasies and tried to formulate a plan where they 
could act out their perverse tastes on very small children in real life. Since 
Steve's niece moved away shortly after that, they were forced to make a new plan 
to find a victim for their perverse delights.

Steve and Mike both reasoned that in order to get their hands on a toddler, they 
had to screen their customers carefully. To be specific, they were looking for 
young mothers who seemed hard up for money. That was when they discovered a 
young woman named Terry. She had a lovely blonde two-year-old girl named Megan. 
It was during a hot summer day when Terry first pulled into their garage to have 
her car repaired. It was 92 degrees outside and she had brought her daughter 
along dressed in a skimpy, white trash, Teddy bear t-shirt with nothing but a 
disposable diaper on below. Mike and Steve's cocks twitched in their pants at 
the sight of the little girl, but they tried to remain focused on the 
down-and-out mother who appeared to be a very obvious target for their plan. 
Her poverty-stricken life was proven shortly thereafter when she immediately 
began haggling over how much money it would cost to fix her car. It was an old, 
beat-up Chevette with high mileage and low maintenance, much like Terry's 
appearance. Her clothes were dirty and it was clear that neither she nor her 
daughter had taken a bath in quite a while.

Through the course of their first conversation with her, the two perverts 
discovered that Terry was a divorced mother who was living in a nearby trailer 
park. They didn't need a confession to realize that the young mother, all of 22 
years old, was a drug addict. Being the cunning deviants that they were, they 
befriended Terry by offering to fix her car for an extremely low price. 
The only thing that they asked in return was that Terry would return to the shop 
whenever she needed to get her car fixed, and they wanted to get to know her 
better. Given the condition of her beat-up car, Terry began bringing it in for 
repairs quite frequently. Within less than a year both mechanics got to know 
Terry quite well. They even got to see little Megan once in a while and they 
began calling the small child by her first name.

Then their break finally came. Terry was in a hurry to go somewhere one day and 
didn't have a means of transportation. Furthermore she couldn't take little 
Megan because she claimed she was going to "a very dangerous neighborhood" and 
didn't want little Megan tagging along. Both Steve and Mike concluded that she 
was going to that neighborhood to buy drugs. Mike told Terry that Steve would 
drive her there while he babysat Megan at the shop.

Within an hour Steve found himself driving Terry to the bad side of town which 
was very near to her trailer park community. It was during the course of this 
little side trip that Terry broke down and confessed that her former husband had 
left her and that she begun taking heroin. After Terry finished buying the 
drugs, Steve convinced her that he and Mike would look after Megan whenever she 
"needed to be alone." Terry was overjoyed. Finally she had found some friends 
who could help her out with Megan. They seemed like such friendly young men and 
her daughter seemed to like them, although she was too young to fully articulate 
coherent sentences.

Meanwhile back at the shop, Mike had to be on guard. There were two supervisors 
and a store clerk inside the main office. So he was content to watch little 
Megan while he worked without incident. When Steve returned with Terry, they 
watched the young woman drive off with Megan into the distance. That was when 
Steve told Mike that Terry had agreed to let the two of them watch over little 
Megan whenever she had to run off to satisfy her heroin addiction. 
The stage was now set. Now all they had to do was find a cheap apartment to set 
up and decorate for the sweet little tart. Mike and Steve both did "side work" 
in the mechanic field which brought them in additional income that supplemented 
their regular day job at the shop. It was with this money that they were able to 
search for a run-down apartment. Within a week they found one that was managed 
by an illegal immigrant who didn't ask names or questions. He just took their 
down payment on an upstairs room and looked the other way. He didn't even ask 
for legitimate identification.

The two perverts shared almost the same exact fantasy involving little Megan. It 
was quite filthy and very degrading to the young tot. Over the ensuing weeks 
they bought certain "baby furniture" they would need to act out their perverse 
acts on Megan. Within a month all the furniture had been secretly moved in and 
put into place. Now it was time to wait for that inevitable call from young 
Terry. 

Meanwhile the men had been receiving calls from her several times a week, as 
Terry was now a full-blown heroin addict. She needed frequent babysitting for 
little Megan while she ran off and snorted drugs like the trailer trash pig that 
she was. Neither Steve nor Mike had any respect for her, nor did they have any 
respect for her white trash daughter, Megan. 

Terry became increasingly negligent when it came to her daughter's needs. Lately 
when she brought Megan to the shop, or asked the two of them to come over to 
babysit her in her trailer home, the two men found that Megan was unclean. Her 
mother hadn't bothered to change her diaper, even when she knew that they would 
be coming over to look after the tot. The two men concluded that this was the 
effect of the drugs. Both were extremely pleased.

Then, after their new apartment had been set up to accommodate young Megan, they 
received the inevitable call from Terry. She needed them to watch little Megan 
for the weekend. The stage was set. Now all they had to do was swing by early in 
the morning and pick her up. 


* * * *


Mike and Steve pulled up in front of Terry's shabby trailer home early on 
Saturday morning. The drugged out mother was obviously in a hurry to leave. She 
stumbled out of the trailer before they even had a chance to get out and knock, 
leading little Megan by the hand. The sweet little girl was dressed in a pair of 
dirty overalls that covered an old raggedy yellow t-shirt. Her sweet little 
crotch was fully covered by the overalls, but the slight bulge clearly indicated 
that she was wearing a disposable diaper underneath. 

Both men were rock hard at the site of little Megan being led by the hand. The 
two of them had been careful not to molest little Megan up to this point. They 
weren't comfortable doing it in the trailer park where the windows in the 
trailer were low and people could see inside quite easily. As for the shop where 
they worked, that went without saying. But today would be different. 
Little Megan had learned to babble a few words, and the young toddler had grown 
to trust and love Steve and Mike as if they were her new daddies. Little did her 
white trash mother realize that on this particular day, she was leading Megan 
toward a day of constant molestation and very dirty abuse. It was a day that 
would soon be filled with crying, tantrums, and tears filled with embarrassment 
and shame. But neither of them knew this as they walked toward Mike's car. Megan 
smiled sweetly at Steve in the passenger seat. A baby carrier was prepared for 
her in the back seat of the car.

"Take her. I'm in a hurry ...I...I can't talk...I'll pay you what I can later." 
the young mother stammered, her body visibly shaking as a result of her 
desperate need for a fix.

The two men said nothing as Steve strapped little Megan into the child seat in 
the back. Then the two set out for their newly "baby furnished" apartment in the 
poor section of town, far away from their real homes which were both located in 
upper middle class neighborhoods. When they arrived Mike looked around 
cautiously as Steve removed Megan from the child seat and picked her up out of 
the car. 

It was still early in the morning, and most of these poor tenants were sleeping 
off their partying and hangovers from the night before. Mike surveyed that there 
was not much activity. The immigrant manager never worked on Saturdays anyway 
and that was crucial to their plans. Since Terry, the mother, had willingly 
given up her only child to them for the remainder of the weekend, there was no 
chance of any law enforcement getting involved. 

It was a consensual idea to let these two deviants babysit Megan. So here they 
were, with no law enforcement, nosey neighbors, or any other distractions that 
could deter them from their perverse activities with Megan. Even if she screamed 
or carried on, the tenants were used to such noise since many of them had small 
children of their own carrying on tantrums and such.

Steve held Megan in her cheap child overalls and smiled over at Mike. Then the 
two of them made their way up to their apartment as they carried sweet little 
Megan upstairs. When they entered the room everything was in place. It was 
uncanny how Mike and Steve were so close in their fantasies. It was clear that 
they were sexually attracted to little girls, especially toddlers. Yet it was 
even more ironic that they both shared another more disturbing fantasy, namely a 
sexual attraction involving the act of defecation and humiliation of such young 
children. 

Mike in particular had always had an inner hatred for women in general. Steve 
was less of a misogynist, but he found himself yearning for what he had seen in 
Mike's pictures at the shop more and more. He was always curious during the few 
times in his life when he caught a glimpse of a young toddler being changed, 
either on the floor on in a bathroom. 

He had seen many nursery rooms before but he had never witnessed a child being 
changed on a changing table. All he had were the memories of his distant 
childhood when he had endured such embarrassment and shame, particularly in 
front of more than one woman at the same time. From that point onward Steve had 
never realized his sub-conscious attraction to this particular aspect of early 
childhood.

Instead, this fetish had remained dormant in his psyche until it was triggered 
by the graphic photographs he saw in Mike's locker. From then on he was hooked 
and there was no turning back. The realization that he was a sick pedophile had 
disturbed him momentarily, but only in that brief instant. The guilt had worn 
off quickly as he became rock hard thinking of Terry's little baby tramp, Megan.
Mike was even sicker than Steve. He not only enjoyed molesting toddlers, he 
enjoyed watching them have their "accidents" and viewing their shame and 
displeasure while doing so. An even sicker side of him would soon unfold within 
the next few hours. But for now, they released little Megan onto the floor of 
the small living room to roam and play for a little while. 

They were in no hurry for there was plenty of time for each of them to have 
their fun with the filthy little brat. As sick as they were, both men wanted 
little Megan to become comfortable and well acquainted with her surroundings. 
They made sure to tailor the apartment to reflect a typical little girl's needs. 
The color schemes involving the toys and changing table mattress were quite 
obvious and feminine, all pink with childlike designs. They had even taken the 
trouble to buy a used hobby horse from a local trading post just for Megan.
The two of them sat on a small couch and admired their little prize. Baby Megan 
bestowed upon them a sight that would make any sick pedophile hard as hell. She 
had the sweetest blonde hair that curled around in little baby locks. Her baby 
overalls were filthy, stained, and somewhat tight fitting, accentuating the 
shameful undergarment that was a staple in all toddlers' smelly little lives. 
She drooled constantly, giggled, and babbled in short blurbs using small words 
such as "dadda...wanna pway...mine turn...da dow..." Indeed the sight of this 
low income, white trash toddler cunt was more than enough to satisfy their sick 
and twisted needs.

But Mike and Steve wanted more. They wanted to see Megan humiliate herself in 
front of them. They wanted to toy with the little piece of filth standing before 
them giggling nervously and waddling around in her cheap dirty overalls. Mike 
was the first to enter Megan's play space and make his way close to her cheap 
little body. Steve smiled in delight and unzipped his trousers as he watched 
Mike run his large dirty hand through her soft blonde locks of girlie hair. 
Megan giggled and drooled onto the carpet as she cuddled closer to Mike. Mike 
continued running his hand through her hair and took her by the waist with the 
other, pulling the child closer toward his sick clutches. The hand that was 
encased around Megan's waist like an evil tentacle began to roam around, 
caressing Megan's back at first, then lowering in a circular patting motion 
toward her backside. Mike's cock grew to immense proportions, as he smelled the 
natural scent of the dirty child and felt the puffy plastic bulge in the back of 
her overalls.

"What's our sweet li'l Megan wearing today, hmmm?" He inquired in a sickening 
high-pitched voice, talking down to the child in a way that lacked any amount of 
respect. "Is it Luvy dov dovs? Is it Huggy hugs? Is it Pampies?"

Little Megan giggled and smiled at Mike, wrapping her little baby arms around 
him and planting a wet, slurpy kiss on his cheek. It was clear that she was a 
dim-witted child whose dumb little mind hadn't been nourished or nurtured by her 
mother. If Steve or Mike could peer inside her little skull they would probably 
find a pile of mashed potatoes and nothing resembling any kind of brain matter 
or enlightening activity. 

Indeed little Megan was quite stupid for her age. She was almost three years old 
and she was still wearing diapers, drooling, and babbling incoherently. This was 
exactly the kind of toddler that Steve and Mike wanted. Just a sweet, dumb, 
passive little cunt to play with while she drooled, peed, and pooped herself in 
front of them. Both men could tell that sweet little Megan was good at all of 
these things, and they verbally admired her openly when they saw her drool or do 
something foolish of that nature. 

Part of their sick little game was to encourage brainless activity with Megan. 
They had done so many times before when they had babysat her, either together or 
separately. Even though they were afraid to openly molest her on previous 
occasions due to the location and relative lack of privacy, they openly 
complimented her when she drooled, kissed her when she babbled, and gave her 
candy and soda when she made "stinky down there."

They also made sure to openly encourage her already low verbal ability by talking 
in "baby babble" talk to her on several occasions. They teased her by blowing air 
into her ears, which made her giggle uncontrollably. It was this type of 
negative, sick, and oppressive nurturing that had brought forth the little baby 
cunt of their dreams: dirty little Megan, a child with no intelligence 
whatsoever.

Mike motioned for Steve to join in and he unzipped his pants while doing so. 
Steve's pants had already been discarded and his cock stood fully erect as he 
saddled up and knelt down on the floor on the other side of the cute little 
cunt. Mike began to undo her overalls one strap at a time. When he got the upper 
portion undone the garment slumped over to the ground, covering only the bottom 
portion of Megan's soft little body from the waist down. She still had on her 
raggedy yellow short sleeve t-shirt which Mike began removing immediately.
As the crusty shirt was removed Steve got his first glimpse of Megan's infant 
chest. It had plenty of baby fat around the nipple areas and looked soft, 
smooth, and pliable. Her snowy white body looked like something out of a sick 
pedophile's dream. Steve and Mike had envisioned this moment for many months. 
Each time Megan had been brought to the shop the two perverts had undressed the 
giggling little girl with their evil eyes. 

In fact these two perverts had become so jaded by their infatuation with little 
Megan that nothing else turned them on anymore. Their cocks only became hard 
when they caught sight of Megan, or smelled her baby breath and childlike odors 
when she kissed them "hello" or "goodbye" at her sleazy mother's bidding.
Baby Megan began to squeal in delight as the two men began to softly grope and 
plant kisses all over her tiny tummy and baby chest. Steve leaned toward her 
cute little face and began licking her ears and cheeks that made her squirm and 
giggle even more. The excitement grew stronger within little Megan, and she soon 
felt a little squirt of pee-pee enter her diaper. Another squirt shot out of her 
little baby pisser and splashed all around her puffy little twat. The yellow 
liquid soon began to sting, and Megan's babyish giggles began to turn into soft 
little whimpers of childlike displeasure and discomfort.

Sensing her displeasure, Mike gave her a scolding for being a "shameful little 
cunt" and wetting herself in front of them. Megan continued to whimper as she 
felt her baby shoes being removed and her overalls being loosened further. The 
toddler began to kick and squirm out of shame and embarrassment as she began to 
suspect in her dim little brain that her two "daddies" were going to pull off 
her clothes and expose her "wetty" diaper. 

Megan blushed bright pink as the remainder of her overalls were removed, leaving 
her clad in nothing except for her precious disposable diaper. Megan knew she 
had pee-peed herself. She also knew that within a few moments it would no longer 
be her little secret. Soon her daddies would know that she made "tinkle" down 
there and she began to openly sob in front of the two perverts.

Steve's thick penis grew even more rigid as he and Mike slowly and deliberately 
unfastened the little Disney tapes on either side of the child's pee-pee diaper. 
They held her firmly standing up as they watched her do a little pee-pee dance 
and attempt to cover the front crotch of her diaper with her little baby hands. 
Mike took hold of Megan's soft weak hands and separated them again causing the 
little girl to cry louder as she tried in vain to put them back into place. As 
Mike held her little baby hands firmly to the side, Steve pulled the front of 
her diaper open, exposing baby Megan's little bald pisser and pee-stained 
crotch.

"Daddy noooo...(sob)..I don' wanna. (drool)...le' go...le' go..(whimper)..."

The two grown men ignored her childish pleas and carried her, kicking and 
screaming, over to the changing table. Once they placed her on her back they 
strapped her down, preventing any serious movement from the whining toddler. Her 
diaper was still halfway open as Steve lifted her chubby little legs in the air 
and pulled the front of her diaper further outward. 

Mike brought out the baby powder and wet wipes, making sure to wipe little Megan 
in all her baby fat creases and crevices. He took great delight in spreading her 
cute little cunny with his thumb and forefinger and sliding the wet baby scented 
tissue inside her vagina, capturing various traces of urine and girlie juices in 
the process. Then he wedged his thumb and forefinger between her tightly closed 
baby butt cheeks and forced them open exposing her tight crinkly brown anus.
Tiring of Megan's childish cries, Steve retrieved a pacifier from one of the 
changing table's lower drawers and stuffed it into her slobbering little mouth. 
This served to quiet her a little bit, but not entirely. The young toddler still 
struggled against her captors as fresh baby powder was being smeared on her 
fleshy little "pee-pee hole" and soft baby bottom. 

Mike was gentle with her however, and with the passing of soft delicate moments 
of careful massaging and smooth baby talk, he managed to calm the little girl 
into a temporary state of silence as he continued to massage her baby clitoris 
with his thumb and forefinger. Steve watched intently as little Megan began to 
coo with soft baby pleasure as her tiny little pisser began to feel funny and 
good all over at the same time. Soon she became docile, obedient, and passive, 
just like a little girl should be.

Mike was working her over good. It wasn't long before he was leaning over her 
soft little body and slithering his tongue all over her baby crotch. The baby 
powder tasted bitter to Mike, but he enjoyed it just the same. Meanwhile Steve 
leaned over at the opposite end of the changing table and removed Megan's 
pacifier. 

No sooner had he done that than he began pressing his evil face against her soft 
little girlie mouth and began to mash his sloppy tongue inside, causing her to 
gag and choke as he forced her into a long, dark French kiss that seemed to last 
forever. Megan's sweet baby breath only served to fuel the fire in Steve's 
balls, as his cum was ready to shoot out molten lava.

Megan's disposable diaper was still open on the changing table, and Mike managed 
to steal glimpses of her pee-stained toddy pants while performing tongue laps 
between her sweet little legs. Mike slithered and swirled his tongue deep into 
her puffy lips, worming its way inside her baby vulva and stiff clitoris. Her 
legs and vagina were nice and chubby with baby fat. Mike enjoyed her soft smelly 
girlie odors as the combination of wee-wee and baby powder filled his menacing 
nostrils. He was indeed a very sick individual and this made it all the more 
pleasurable to him.

Steve finally removed his invasive mouth from Megan's face and replaced it with 
his thick purple bulb. Megan gasped as a thick lard of cock meat entered her 
wet, slippery mouth. Instinctively, she began sucking on it like a pacifier, 
giving Steve ripples of intense pleasure through his sick perverted testicles. 
Megan slurped and gagged like a good little girl. 
Mike's tongue intensified its exploration of her baby vagina. He had licked 
nearly all the baby powder off of her tiny little slit and he was now beginning 
to focus his attention on the lower regions of her forbidden anus. Gently he 
parted her baby ass cheeks and slithered his snake-like tongue toward her soft, 
brown "potty hole."

Little Megan squirmed in vain on the changing table as her mouth was still 
filled with thick manly cock and her bottom began to feel wet and slippery. 
Megan was used to feeling slippery and sticky down there, but that was when she 
had made soft lumpy poopies. This feeling was a little different, and it felt 
kinda good. Her soft smelly anus felt moist and slimy with Mike's saliva 
dribbling all over her crinkly brown crevice. 

Meanwhile, Steve's cock was beginning to push its limits in her mouth, causing 
her to choke and sputter with child-like desperation. Megan was forced to breath 
through her nose as large gobs of baby saliva escaped her cock-filled mouth and 
dribbled in huge disgusting rivulets down her toddy chin, and spilled onto her 
pudgy baby chest.

Steve began pumping more vigorously. The sight of the little girl struggling 
against the changing table straps to escape her predicament only served to 
intensify his orgasm. Within moments he felt a huge volcanic surge building in 
his sick and twisted balls. Suddenly a thick stream of long, ropy white globs 
hissed violently out of his menacing cock and into Megan's mouth and throat, 
coating her with thick gooey goblets of perverted goo. 

Megan was trapped, and her only viable response was to gag, choke, and sob 
uncontrollably as the two sick pedophiles violated her tiny orifices without 
remorse or mercy. More thick gobs of dirty semen shot out of Steve's lardy cock 
and slithered down Megan's throat without her consent, forming a thick pool of 
filth in her baby "tum tum."

Having lubricated her anus real good with his tongue, Mike brought his cock out 
and he began pushing gently into her tiny bottom. As slow and as careful as he 
was, his gentle approach did not prevent little Megan from crying out in agony 
as her poop chute came under stiff attack. Within moments however the pain 
slowly ebbed away and Megan just lay there and took her punishment like a good 
little cunt. Steve had finished and was putting his trousers back on. He watched 
out of the corner of his eye as Mike slowly oozed his thick cock in and out of 
Megan's little brown potty hole.

Minutes later after Mike had plenty of time to enjoy the dark brown warmth of 
Megan's tiny fudge opening, he shot his load inside of her, coating her inner 
anus with thick globs of soft white manly goo. The creamy white globs spat and 
spurted all over Megan's tiny innards, forming a warm gooey puddle that began to 
seep out of her baby bottom once Mike withdrew his thick slimy dick.
The two men finished putting their clothes back on. Then they took soft wet baby 
wipes and cleaned Megan off thoroughly. Their painful intrusion upon Megan was 
only now beginning to fade from the toddler's short memory as the dumb little 
girl began to warm up to the gentle pleasant feelings of the baby wipes smearing 
her genitals clean. Steve put a fresh disposable diaper on her and shoved 
another pacifier into her mouth. Then they plopped her in front of the cheap TV 
to watch cartoons while they played cards and drank beer. 


* * * *


Hours later Megan was getting fidgety. The cartoons were now beginning to bore 
her dim little mind. Besides she had to make poo-poo in her diaper. She stood up 
and toddled over to the couch where Steve and Mike sat reading some porn 
magazines they had brought with them. These helped to get them in the mood to 
molest little Megan again. Megan was too small to realize the nature of the 
magazines. They were of the extreme hard core variety, showing men peeing all 
over women dressed in trashy latex uniforms and dressed like sleazy tramps and 
hookers. 

Another magazine was slightly more violent as it showed two men holding a young 
woman down while a third man shot cum all over her face and hair. Despite being 
held down it appeared that the young woman was smiling, albeit in a forced way, 
as it was clear that she had been physically beaten earlier by the black eye she 
was sporting.

Megan knew none of these things as she stood close to the cheap sofa and began 
grunting and blushing with child-like embarrassment. Steve and Mike watched 
intently as little Megan squatted a little and began pushing and squeezing hard. 
They both knelt down anxiously close to her and observed the degrading scene 
intently. Mike pressed his nose up against Megan's disposable pamper while Steve 
watched a small puffy bulge begin to appear in the back of her diaper. 

Mike's nostrils were soon entranced with the familiar scent of baby powder, yet 
that same innocent girly smell was now being corrupted by the disgusting stench 
of Megan's pooey mud that was now invading the back of her little Pamper and 
forming a huge squishy coating all over her soft, powdery white hiney. Steve 
held Megan firmly in place while Mike reached his hand underneath her soft 
diaper and began massaging it purposefully, making sure to gently press and 
smear the messy fudge around inside her precious baby Pam-pee. 

Megan began to shed tears of embarrassment as she felt the warmth of the smelly 
mush being pushed and smudged between her filthy little legs and in between her 
butt cheeks. The dreaded crud soon began to push it's way toward her vaginal 
folds, coating them with disgusting brown poo-poo streaks and messy brown smear 
stains. Megan cried and shifted from one foot to the other trying to avoid the 
feeling of the slippery smelly mess between her chubby little legs. Her 
movements were to no avail as the men gently carried her to the changing table 
again and held her down firmly.

"POOPY!" she blurted out in frustration. 

Then she began to cry.

Baby Megan began to whimper and moan louder as she felt the tiny straps being 
applied to her chest and stomach and the tapes of her diaper being unfastened 
with slow, degrading deliberation. Once she was firmly strapped down Mike took 
hold of Megan's head and leaned over it, smiling down at her. Then without 
warning he conjured up a huge wad of saliva and let it dribble slowly out of his 
sick mouth and spill all over Megan's face, under scoring his total lack of 
respect for the toddler.

Meanwhile Steve had unfastened her smelly diaper completely and he was holding 
her baby ankles firmly up in the air. Megan's entire bottom looked like it had 
been caked with smelly chocolate icing, only it smelled horrible to her. The 
entire room smelled like the little cunt had gone to the potty in her diaper. 
Steve ran his fingers along the contours of her chubby butt cheeks as they were 
fully exposed with her tiny little legs being held in the open air at the base 
of her ankles. 

Steve scooped up some of Megan's filthy child poop and he began to smear some of 
it inside the little slit of her baby vagina, making sure to hold the soft 
fleshy folds open with his thumb and forefinger. The two men knew that smearing 
the soft brown shit inside of her filthy child cunt could make her become 
infected, but they didn't care. They both knew that her stupid white trash 
mother couldn't care less either. She was probably out getting stoned somewhere 
and getting fucked by a total stranger in the process.

The two perverts smiled at each other as they continued abusing little Megan. 
They had the weak little cunt for the entire weekend. Perhaps they would decide 
later to scoop the shit out of her vagina and rape her tiny hole with their 
cocks, or maybe they would just finger-fuck her. The sick ideas that were soon 
to follow would be very pleasing to implement between the two men, yet very sick 
and degrading for poor little Megan. 


The End

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