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It all started with a routine traffic stop while Fifi was on her way to the store. One moment she was handing over her driver's license, the next minute the officer is slapping handcuffs on her wrists. All thanks to some mysterious arrest warrant for a crime she had no memory of commiting. The big, plump basset hound spent the rest of the afternoon steaming in her jail cell waiting for someone to explain what the fuck was going on and let her have her phone call, but no one ever came for her. That is, until later that night.

As the lights in the jail went out for the night, some new officers came to her cell in white uniforms. There were so many of them, Fifi was easily overpowered. Her arms were wrenched behind her back and secured with zip-ties as one of the men kneeled on her back, crushing the air out of her. Once she was restrained, she felt the sting of a hypodermic needle in her neck. She was half asleep before she thought to yell for help, not that anyone would have heard her in the empty bank of cells they'd kept her locked away in. At that point, it all went black, totally blank.

Next thing she remembered, she was being wheeled down a long hallway with doors lining either side of the corridor. The walls were mostly white, with tacky abstract art in flashy gold frames between every other door or so. The smooth white floor tiles reflected the fluorescent light back into her eyes making her squint. Still groggy and confused from the drugs, the heavyweight hound groaned and tried to get up, only to find that her fat rump was stuck snuggly in the seat of the sturdy steel wheelchair.

She looked down and saw that she was in a lightly colored paper gown. A belt around her waist kept her ass planted firmly, and her foot paws were strapped tightly to the cold metal footrests. She tried to reach down to remove her waist strap, but found that her wrists were strapped down to the armrests with thick leather cuffs. Immediately, she started to realize that this wasn't some drug induced dream. Panicking, she tugged at the restraints, but it was no use. She tried to turn her head around to see who was pushing her down the hall, but couldn't see anymore than their hands.

"Where am I?" said Fifi, but it all came out wrong. She immediately lett out a frightened whimper when she heard the sound of her own muffled voice. She'd indeed been muzzled while she was unconscious, leaving her helpless to cry for help or protest as she was carted away.

"Just stay quiet. You don't want to get on my bad side," said the person pushing her chair, whoever it was. Their voice was deep and booming, but still feminine. She didn't recognize the voice at all, bringing her no closer to figuring out what the hell was going on. Even worse, it sounded like there were multiple pairs of footsteps. One set was big and heavy, while the other tip-tapped light alongside. Fifi hoped her questions would be answered once the finally made it to the door at the end of the hall.

Sure enough, she found herself in a finely appointed office as she was wheeled across the threshold. The desk and all the furniture was all made from fine woods. Books lined the shelves that lined the walls strewn with degrees and certificates in frames. The most pompous of all the décor, by far, had to be the portrait of the skinny poodle bitch hanging on the wall behind the desk.

"She must run this place," thought Fifi, but the poodle herself was nowhere to be seen.

"Now, let's get your paperwork all filled out," said a smug, sophisticated tone.

"Could that be her?" wondered Fifi, digging her nails into the padded armrest of the wheelchair as she heard the arrogance in the woman's voice. Her thoughts raced as she tried to figure out where the hell she was, wondering why no one would stop and explain anything to her.

As expected, the voice was soon revealed to belong to a delicate, frail looking poodle. The same one from the painting, in fact, and she was wearing a very expensive looking designer skirt suit. The haughty looking bitch walked past the wheelchair and took her seat behind the large oak desk. She open a manila folder that had been sitting on the desk, and laid some paperwork out in front of her, before finally addressing Fifi. "Hello, my name is Miss Fancy and I'm the headmistress of this mental hospital. Do you know why you're here?"

"No! And someone better explain before I sue your goddamn asses!" responded Fifi, though it came out as little more than muffled gibberish thanks to the heavy leather muzzle strapped over her face.

"What was that? I'm sorry but I can't understand a word you're saying," responded Miss Fancy, smirking wickedly as she spoke. "Better get used to it too, because you're going to be muzzled or gagged at all times during your stay. We can't have you hollering and bothering the other residents, but even if you did manage to speak a coherent word to someone in the hospital, it wouldn't matter. Everyone will just assume you're another delusional patient and call for the orderlies."

"What? Hospital?!" hollered Fifi, once again forgetting that her voice had been stripped away from her and kept under lock and key.

"Not very bright are you?" scoffed the poodle, still unable to understand the mumbling basset hound seated in front of her. "Listen, no one cares what you have to say bitch, so don't bother wasting your breath. Just shake your head or nod when someone asks you a question. You're smart enough to understand that, aren't you?"

Fifi nodded, tears of frustration beginning to form in the corners of her eyes as this skinny little bitch talked down to her like a imbecile.

"Good. Now, do you have any idea how I might know you?" asked the headmistress, baring her teeth as she grinned mischievously.

Fifi shook her head. She'd known poodle once, trained her to be a slave to her a husband if she remembered correctly. She and her partner, Marzipan, had been real rough on the bitch too, but that couldn't be it. That was years ago, and Fifi could still easily tell that the person in front of her now was a totally different person from the ditzy poodle bitch she'd fucked over in the past. However, the headmistress did have a striking resemblance.

"Really?" asked Miss Fancy, shuffling through the papers in front of her. "You can't think of any poodles you might have tortured during your career as a professional slave trainer?"

"Oh fuck," thought Fifi, her eyes wide with fear as she wondered whether this woman could really be talking about that scrawny bitch Princess from years ago.

"I thought you'd remember once I gave you a clue," said the headmistress, looking quite pleased. She'd been planning her revenge for a long time, and wanted to make sure her captive knew why she was being punished. Even still, the subtle smile faded from her face as she began to speak. "I happen to have a sister who looks quite a bit like me. Her scumbag husband sent her away to have her beaten into submission, tied up, and turned into a brainless sex slave. She told me all about it herself after I rescued her from her bastard of a husband. Then, she told me all about you and your equine assistant and I must say, you're clearly a disturbed individual. There no reason you shouldn't be put away for life, and I can make it happen. Actually, I should say, I have made it happen. You see, I have unchecked access to all sorts of public records and I may have added a few felonies to your file, really nasty ones. I'm going to see to it that you get the help you need, bitch."

"You won't get away with this," screamed Fifi, steaming up the inside of her leather muzzle with her futile protests.

"Well, that's the last of the paperwork, welcome to my hospital. If you find anything not to your liking, just let me know. I'll always be in my office," chuckled Miss Fancy as she stacked the all the forms into a pile, stapled them together at the corner, and filed them away in a manila envelope. "Just one other thing before you go. I'm going to make your life a living hell for all the sick shit you did to my sister."

With that, the vengeful poodle walked out from behind her desk and approached the helpless hound, staring down at her with arrogant impunity before grabbing her paper gown and tearing it away, leaving the poor hound with nothing to cover herself. Immediately, Fifi could feel the cool air all over her body. She looked down in horror to find that she was totally nude except for a shameful plastic disposable diaper taped around her waist. Her fat, naked breasts swayed back and forth as she struggled and squirmed, crying into her muzzle as she read the words "naughty pig" scrawled across the front of her diaper in black marker.

"Shut her up and take her to the recreation room," said Miss Fancy, smirking at the sobbing basset hound as she helplessly tried to cover her shame. "Let the other patience tell her what they think of her fat belly and her flabby tits."

"Yes, ma'am," said the deep voice from behind the wheelchair.

One moment later, a massive hand reached around from behind the wheelchair and shoved a long phallic shaped plug into the end of Fifi's muzzle as she pleaded for help, silencing her even further and filling her entire muzzle with the rubber dong. With a couple of snaps, the plug was secured to the end of the muzzle and Fifi was even more helpless than before as the wheelchair did a 180 turn and headed back out of Miss Fancy's office.

Fifi was mortified as she was wheeled naked through the hospital. Perhaps it was sheer luck that the halls seemed empty on the way in, because now there were patients and nurses walking the halls, glaring down at Fifi as she was whisked away down the hall. Though, even that didn't prepare her for what was to come.

As her wheelchair pushed through the doors to the recreation room, Fifi found herself in a large room full of people, all talking loudly and carrying on until she entered the room. Everyone seemed to stop and stare as she came in, interested in seeing who the new girl was. Some laughter could be heard as more of them had a chance to read the message on her diaper. Apparently, she wasn't the only naughty girl to visit the ward at this hospital.

"Wait here," said the woman with the deep voice as she steered Fifi to the center of the room, stopped, and locked the wheels on the chair.

"Yeah, and fuck yourself," thought Fifi, tugging against her tight restraints as she heard the woman's heavy steps fading away behind her. Like before, she had no luck freeing herself from her restraints, leaving her with no way to escape or even cover her nudity. With nothing else to do, she hung her head and fumed silently to herself. Thinking about how she was going to get revenge after she got out of this place, while trying desperately to ignore the whispers of the other residents. Unfortunately, there were a couple of guys in the room that refused to be ignored.

"Looks like the headmistress has a new pet," said one of the orderlies, a well-built stag, as he walked up with his buddies in tow. His lackeys included a hyena and a cougar, both mean looking guys, but the stag was the largest and clearly the ringleader. They'd heard that Miss Fancy had special patient coming in, and they wanted to see the fresh meat for themselves. Though, Fifi wasn't really in a talkative mood.

Unable to speak, Fifi couldn't even tell these morons to fuck off. Instead, she just kept her head down and tried to stay quiet, hoping they would get bored and wander off, but they were quite persistent. The more Fifi tried to ignore them, the more they talked among themselves as they circled her chair.

"She must be tired," said one of the orderlies.

"Maybe they've already drugged her," said the other.

"Doubt it," said the ringleader. "They don't waste sedatives on the naughty ones, but I'm sure she'll get all the laxatives she can handle."

"Laxatives?" thought Fifi as she squirmed in her chair, worried how long she'd be wearing the same diaper around her waist. It was certainly an appropriate punishment considering how she'd treater her victims, but that didn't make Fifi anymore enthusiastic about it, and things only got worse as they continued to talk.

"Too bad she's such a fat porker," said the cougar, disappointedly. "I mean, I like a bitch with meat on her bones, but this is ridiculous".

"Yeah, I bet a big baby like her will make extra big boom booms in her diaper," said the hyena with a wide, unsettling grin on his face.

"Don't be so hard on her," said the ringmaster, grinning as he put his big hand under Fifi's chin and lifted her head. "At least, not until we get her back to her room and we can deal with this fiesty bitch in private."

Forced to look this bastard in the eyes, Fifi couldn't restrain herself. Her eyes showed just how pissed off she was as she shook her head, trying to get his hands off of her, but she had no luck shooing away his repulsive touch with her wrists and ankles tied down. Frustrated and humiliated, Fifi tried to holler all the obscenities she could think of, but they all came out as a muffled growl through her muzzle.

"Now, now, calm down before you shit your pants and get into anymore trouble," said the ringleader with a laugh. Knowing there was nothing she could do to him, he tugged on her long, floppy ears as his group of chums chuckled. However, the fun came to a quick halt as he saw Fifi's nurse return through the recreation room door.

All at once, the male orderlies shut up and meandered off to deal with their other responsibilities, leaving Fifi wondering what had scared them away. That is, until she got a look at her new nurse as she stepped in front of the wheelchair for the first time. The mysterious woman turned out to be a massive cream-colored cow, large enough to give Marzipan a run for her money.

"My name is nurse Buttercup," said the bovine in a very dry informative tone, "Do what I say, or I'll hurt you."

With that, Buttercup got to work preparing lunch for her new ward. She'd brought with her a bottle of thick, white liquid that left a chalky trail up the sides of the bottle when she shook it. Fifi could only assume this would be for her. It reminded her of the baby formula she fed to her victims, leaving her to wonder if it was merely a coincidence, or if the headmistress had heard about her special formula recipe direct from her sister. However, things got even more frightening once nurse Buttercup unscrewed the cap from the bottle and then screwed on a huge cock-shaped rubber nozzle to dispense the liquid.

Fifi shuddered as the milk-dripping rubber penis was pointed straight at her. Surely she'd be expected to suck it dry, in a room full of strangers no less. As if that wasn't enough, she could see the three orderlies from before watching the fun from the other side of the room. They were grinning like asshole, enjoying every second of the show. It was enough to make Fifi's blood boil, but there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it. She decided then, the moment her muzzle harness came off for her feeding, she was going to give them a piece of her mind.

However, the harness never came off. Instead, nurse Buttercup reached out with a free hand and adjusted the straps on Fifi's muzzle. It wasn't much, but it allowed the hound to get her mouth open about one inch. Unfortunately, before Fifi could take advantage of her newfound freedom, the nurse shoved all nine inches of formula-dispensing cock into her muzzle, instantly stifling her ability to speak.

"Suckle like the fat hog you are, and don't stop until it's empty," ordered Buttercup as she held the dick shaped nipple firmly in the mouth of her wheelchair bound patient and gave the bottle a generous squeeze to get the liquid flowing.

Fifi gargled and choked as the formula began rushing unexpectedly into her mouth. Still, she refused to swallow a drop, letting it run from the sides of her mouth and down her neck. They could shove a cock in her mouth, but they couldn't make her suck it. Or at least, she didn't think they could make her.

"Looks like you're gonna be a messy baby. Not good," said Buttercup, matter-of-factly as she plucked the lewd rubber fuck toy from the bitch's mouth. She'd dealt with the resistant type before and it wouldn't take her long to break this one either. Reaching into the pocket of her white uniform, she pulled out a square of fabric. As she unfolded it, it was revealed to be a shiny pink bib with the rather humiliating slogan of "Fussy Baby" stitched across it and a pair of shiny nipple clamps attached to bottom at either corner.

"You better not put that on me you goddamn bitch," thought Fifi, growling insolently at the nurse.

Of course, Buttercup wasn't the least bit intimidated, and was soon tying the bib around Fifi's neck, allowing it to drape over her naked breasts. Next, the behemoth bovine took those two shiny nipple clamps and clipped them directly on Fifi's tender nipples causing her to let out an agonizing groan through her muzzle. This grabbed the attention of the rest of the patients, and by the time Fifi opened her tear filled eyes again she could see that all eyes were on her.

Some of the other patients looked concerned, while others wore smiles of perverse curiosity, but no one tried to help her. Worse of all were the three orderlies, still watching from the other side of the room. Grins of pure schadenfreude stayed riveted to their faces the entire time, but it was Fifi's screams of pain that really got them laughing and pointing. More than anything, Fifi wanted to make them suffer, but she was in no position to wreak vengeance upon anyone. In fact, it was time for her to learn just how far she'd fallen.

"Let me clean you up, messy baby," said Buttercup innocently as she grabbed the bib and yanked it upward, bringing Fifi's tits along with it. The helpless bitch shrieked in agony as her sensitive nipples were forced to the bare the weight of her big heavy breasts as they swung freely in the air. The clamps were designed to tighten as they were pulled, ensuring that their grip stayed excruciatingly tight as the gruff nurse used the sissy pink bib to wipe excess formula off of Fifi's face and neck.

"Once I get out of this chair, you're all going to be sorry," thought Fifi, her face contorting in pain as the bib was haphazardly tugged back and forth to wipe both the left and right side of her face. Her only relief came when Buttercup finally let go of the bib, but it was short-lived as Fifi was forced to take the milk-dispensing phallus into her mouth just seconds later.

"Now let's try to keep it in our mouth this time," said Buttercup as she pushed the rubber dong to the back of Fifi's muzzle and gave the bottle another squeeze.

This time Fifi tried her best to gulp down all the liquid but it came too fast. Despite her efforts, a few more drops escaped from the sides of her mouth again, causing her to whimper in terror as the terrible cock-shaped feeder was plucked from her mouth. Again, Buttercup grasped the bib and used it to wipe Fifi's face clean like she was nothing more than a baby, painfully pulling her tits to and fro in the process.

Once Buttercup was satisfied that her ward had suffered enough, she shoved the rubber cock back into Fifi's mouth and gave another squeeze, but the results were the same. The abused hound was still too busy sobbing to swallow down another mouthful, allowing formula to pour freely from the sides of her muzzle resulting in another painful cleaning with the bib followed by another humiliating feeding.

Thanks to Fifi's inability to chug down load after load of thick, chalky baby formula, this demeaning and agonizing process was repeated countless times. By the time it was all over, her face was soaked from with tears and the pain had caused her to piss her nice clean diaper. She almost had tears of joy in her eyes when she saw the nurse slam the empty bottle back down on the table next to her. However, the waterworks didn't stop right away. Fifi's poor crimson nipples had been stretched out and chewed up by the cruel clamps and the pain only became more intense once they were removed. It should have felt like heaven, but it was definitely more like hell.

"I hope you learned your lesson, because I don't want to have to go through this again when your next feeding comes," said Buttercup as she folded the bib back up and wrapped it around the empty bottle before standing up to leave. Though, before she went, she took the opportunity to explain some things to the crying canine who sat quivering before her. "You'll be on an all liquid diet for the first few weeks, so you better get used to this. Keep fighting every step of the way and I'll send you to the dentist to have your teeth pulled, understand? Now that you're a patient here, you'll be expected to follow every order you're given. Resistance will only make it worse. There's no way you're getting out of here, so just accept your fate and be a good girl for nursie, okay?"

Having finished her duties for the time being, Buttercup turned away from Fifi and directed her attention to the three orderlies who had been watching from a distance. To Fifi's horror, Buttercup motioned for the men to come over and began to deliver orders as soon as they were in earshot.

"Orderlies, could you please take this crybaby back to her room and get her plugged," she said, "and move quickly, she's already got a belly full of laxatives and fiber."

"Yes, ma'am," said the big boss stag, shooting a smile at Fifi as Buttercup turned to take her leave.

Once she was out of site, all three of the men turned to Fifi. Despite her ordeal, she still had a defiant scowl for them, but they didn't mind. They were going to put her in her place whether she liked it or not. "If you think you hate us now, just wait for later tonight," said the stag as he reached down and readjusted the strap on Fifi's muzzle, forcing her mouth shut tightly once more and buckling the strap into place, leaving her silent and helpless as her wheelchair was pushed toward the door.

The poor abused hound tried to stay strong as she was carted down the hallway wearing nothing but a yellow, piss-soaked diaper, but it was all too much and she eventually broke down into powerful sobs. She couldn't imagine how pathetic she must have looked as she was pushed through the hospital with her fat body on full display, her long, chewed-up nipples glowing red as they stuck out from her sagging tits. Everyone they passed seemed to have some reaction to her. Some grinned, others covered their mouths in horror, but no one said anything to her or her new friends.

"Please help me. Don't let them do this to me," she thought, as she made eye contact with a group of female nurses they passed in the hall. She looked up, pleading at them with her tear-filled eyes, but they looked away as though they hadn't seen anything. Fifi went deathly quiet after that, realizing how truly fucked she was.

Her only hope was to get in contact with Marzipan somehow, but even that wouldn't save her. No one knew where Fifi had been taken, not even Fifi herself, so even _if_she managed to get to a phone, she wouldn't know where to tell Marzipan to send the cops. Still, she had to think of someway to reach the outside world and get help. Though, for now, all she could do was sit in her soggy diaper and imagine what her new friends were going to do to her once they got her back to her room.