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The Fancy Institute 3 - The Long Wait (part 2 of 2)

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Note: This is a direct continuation of part one - See description for link to part one

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Fancy was getting dangerously impatient as she sat in her lonely office, waiting her fix. She'd been pleasuring herself to pass the time, but it wasn't enough to distract her from the clock on the wall. With a scowl, she slapped the photo of Fifi in the breeding rack back down onto the desk and muttered something to herself, deeply annoyed that her daily entertainment still hadn't arrived yet. It was already twenty minutes past the usual meeting time, and she was about ready to page the orderlies to find out what the hell the holdup was. However, another photo caught her eye before she could reach the big red call button.

It was one of the more revolting images in her collection, and it made her feel dirty just to look at it. Out of all the awful snapshots in her desk drawer, this was the one she hoped nobody would ever find, not wanting anyone to know that she was actually turned on by something so absolutely vile. She'd thought about removing it from her little secret porn stash, but she couldn't bear to part with it for some reason.

It was a picture of Fifi in her highchair after a long, messy spoon feeding. That sort of thing wasn't totally out of the ordinary for the undignified pig of a hound. She often tried to spit out her food, either because she knew it was drugged, or because the orderlies had added something horribly unpleasant to her mush that day. However, this was a special occasion.

It was her first solid meal in weeks after having every one of her teeth extracted the previous month. Fancy had ordered Fifi be defanged after one of the orderlies was sent to the medical wing with a rather nasty bite on the paw, compliments of Fifi's sharp chompers. He was lucky it was his hand and not his cock, because it took nine stitches to stop the bleeding. Regardless, the headmistress took decisive action to ensure it never happened again.

Of course, Fifi had no clue what was in store for her when she was strapped down to her bed that night. It wasn't until she felt the painful prick of the needle that she began to fight her restraints, realizing just how fucked she was, but by then it was too late. Once the sedatives did their job, the hound was out like a light, totally incapacitated. This gave the orderlies all the time they needed to roll the fat bitch onto a gurney and wheel her down to the medical wing. By the time Fifi finally woke up, two full weeks had passed and she didn't have a single tooth left in her sore, aching mouth.

They'd kept her heavily sedated for the weeks following the surgery, giving her some time to recover before forcing her to return to the harsh reality of her waking life. This wasn't done for noble reasons, but rather to keep Fifi from messing with the stitches in her mouth while they healed. Though, once those two weeks were over, Fancy and her orderlies were back to their old ways, and that meant making their toothless pig as miserable as possible.

Fifi spent the rest of her recovery period tied down to her bed, harshly restrained. The orderlies used cuffs, straps, and even a head immobilizer to ensure she couldn't move an inch, hoping that a couple weeks of isolation in strict bondage would drive the bitch completely insane. Of course, her mouth wasn't fully healed yet, so they had to keep her on a liquid diet, same as she'd been on since her procedure, only now she was conscious to experience every nauseating second of her humiliating daily feedings.

Fancy only allowed the orderlies into Fifi's room twice per day. They'd visit once in the morning to administer her breakfast, then again at night for dinner. The liquid food wasn't nearly enough fill the hound's big belly, and was designed to leave her with near-constant hunger pangs throughout most the day and night. They probably would have heard more complaints from the hungry sow if not for the thick muzzle that stayed locked over her face.

The muzzle never came off, except for the rare occasion when the dentist stopped in to check on her progress, but she was always heavily sedated for those meeting. Furthermore, since all her meals were delivered through a tube, they didn't have to remove the muzzle at meal time, preferring to stick the narrow plastic hose through one of the many air holes instead. This meant Fifi never got the chance to speak or even open her mouth, leaving her jaw just as immobile as the rest of her fat body as she quietly sucked her sustenance from a hose. Still, the hungry bitch was always eager for her piggy food, usually draining her feedbag in mere minutes, seemingly undeterred by the taste.

The milky-white formula was chalky and bland, having almost no flavor of its own, despite being absolutely loaded with nutrition. In fact, it was so packed with fiber and other nutritional supplements that her barren, toothless mouth was coated with a gritty residue after each forced feeding. Though, while the liquid feed had little flavor on its own, there was always the sickening aftertaste of cod liver oil to remind her how all that excess fiber in her formula would soon come rocketing out her backside, coating the inside of her snug diaper, and how she'd be forced to wait till the following day for her next diaper change.

Unfortunately for Fifi, cod liver oil quickly became a regular part of her diet, and the dose only seemed to get bigger as time went on, ensuring each meal was more nauseating than the last. However, cod liver oil was hardly the worst thing in her food. The orderlies always included a few extra ingredients of their own to keep things interesting from day to day, and they were always unpleasant.

A bottle of hot sauce always provided a good bit of entertainment. The orderlies would tease the bitch as she went red in the face from the searing heat, taunting her with jokes about how she'd have fire shooting out of her asshole and oftering plenty of reminders that she'd be sitting in it for the rest of the night. Hot mustard, horseradish, and wasabi were also popular choices when it came to setting Fifi's sinuses on fire as well as her mouth. However, it was the salty foods like soy sauce and pureed anchovies that got the bitch thrashing in her restraints the hardest before mealtime was over. Though, the most common additive by far was, predictably, the orderlies' own bodily fluids.

Perpetually cuffed and strapped down, Fifi couldn't do anything but stare straight up at the ceiling and whimper as they had their fun. Everyday, she was forced to endure her orderlies' relentless laughter as they took turns defiling her food, always trying to one-up each other to see who could get their helpless plaything sobbing the loudest before the feeding tube was inserted into her mouth. If they couldn't find any slimy, semen-filled condoms laying around from the night before, then they'd settle for piss, spit, or even just wringing the juices from yesterday's soiled diaper directly into the bitch's feedbag. Whatever they decided on, Fifi had no choice but to drink it, much to the amusement of the headmistress.

Of course, Fancy couldn't attend every feeding, but she did try to drop in as often as possible to watch Fifi choke down whatever nasty concoction her orderlies had fixed for her that day. It was always a treat to watch the ugly pig's face twist up in disgust as she got her first taste, followed by the labored sounds of her trying to frantically gulp down the rest of her food as it flowed rapidly through the feeding tube. The bitch clearly hated every moment of her cruel treatment, but that didn't stop Fancy from eating her lunch in Fifi's room whenever she could, just to remind the hungry sow what real food smelled like. Though, she really had no idea whether the muzzled and immobilized hound could smell anything over the incredible stink of her messy diapers.

Thanks to all the fiber and laxatives in her formula, her diapers were always full as wave after wave of soft, gooey shit erupted from her loose, incontinent tailhole throughout the day. It started out slow at first, but once her digestive tract fully adjusted to her new diet, Fifi became a certifiable shit machine. However, that didn't mean she got anymore diaper changes added to her schedule. The orderlies still only changed her once per day, no exceptions, even though the mountain of dung in the the bitch's diaper seemed to grow with each passing day.

This repetitive cycle continued for weeks, allowing plenty of time for her gums to heal as she remained confined to her bed. Though, eventually the day came for her to return to her regular duties as a tattooed and tortured pig-slut. Naturally, Fancy made sure to be there to witness Fifi's record-breaking diaper change on the final day of her mandatory bedrest, snapping plenty of photos for posterity. As usual, the rotund hound managed to put the previous day's diaper to shame, ensuring her changing would be long and humiliating.

When Fancy and the orderlies strolled into Fifi's room that morning, they found her diaper bulging out from between her legs. They were lucky to arrive when they did, because it looked like the diaper was nearly ready to burst open on its own. Just one more hefty load of pig shit and the plastic tapes holding the diaper shut might have torn right in half. Fancy found the whole thing quite revolting, but for some reason couldn't turn away when the orderlies finally ripped the horrendously full diaper open and laid it open for all to see.

Fifi had worked the mess into every nook and cranny of her diaper. From front to back, not a trace of the white padding was showing through the thick layer of shit. The bitch's hairless diaper area was completely covered too, to the point that you couldn't even see her glistening steel chastity piercings until the orderlies started scraping away the filth with handfuls of wet wipes. The sights and smells were so overpowering that Fancy began to feel faint, but she didn't give up, staying to watch the sickening spectacle from start to finish.

It took many minutes and even more sanitary wipes to get the dirty pig cleaned up. The orderlies passed the time with plenty of insults and laughter, all at the whimpering hound's expense of course. Even Fancy joined in, teasing the tubby bitch about her record-breaking shitty diaper as well as her nightmarish diaper rash, all while taking plenty of close-up shots of the messy action to hang on Fifi's "Wall of Shame" later.

Fifi put up with the abuse amicably, probably thinking the worst was behind her already. Totally ignorant of what awaited her in the next room, she stayed quiet and docile as the orderlies slid a fresh diaper under her big butt, folded it up between her legs, and taped it shut. Maybe she was too tired to fight, or maybe she knew she'd get a dusting of itching powder in her nice clean diaper if she put up any sort of fuss. Regardless, Fancy was pleased to see how well the hound's training was progressing. It had taken months of strict discipline and unthinkable abuse, but the bitch had finally learned to keep her fat mouth shut and take her medicine like a good girl. Though, even after all her rigorous training, Fifi was still stupid enough to flaunt her immense relief as the orderlies began to untie her from her bed.

This was a big moment for her. She'd been out of bed a few times for bathing and to check for bed sores, but she was heavily sedated for those little excursions. The orderlies always had her back in bed, nice and snug before she awoke from her drug-induced slumber, so as far as Fifi knew, this was the first time she'd be out of her restraints in weeks. She genuinely seemed surprised too, as though she'd completely given up hope of ever leaving her bed again. It was like the dumb cunt was actually challenging Fancy and the boys to put her back into her place.

Unsurprisingly, Fancy had no shortage of ideas of how to celebrate the bitch's first day as a toothless pig-slave. Though, just seeing the twinkle of hope in Fifi's eyes immediately convinced the heartless poodle to go with the most severe, degrading punishment she could think of, just to teach the naive hound a lesson. The mere idea was so vile that Fancy couldn't bear to say it outloud, choosing instead to call over the head orderly and whisper it into his ear instead.

The head orderly nodded his head, grinning as he ordered his two buddies to get "Fatso" into her special piggy stroller. In reality, it was an ordinary wheelchair, equipped with leather restraints and thick, sturdy frame to make sure it could handle the violent tantrums of a fat hog like Fifi as they wheeled her through the hospital in nothing but a diaper and leather muzzle. As if that wasn't demeaning enough, they rolled up her old shitty diaper and plopped it on her lap so she could carry it around with her like a trophy.

Normally, that sort of thing would get Fifi all riled up, but there didn't seem to be any fight left in her that day. Her muscles were still rubbery and ineffective after being tied down for so long, and her liquid feed barely gave her enough energy to keep her head up. Besides that, the bitch probably didn't give a damn where they were going, just so long as it was away from her bed. Though, Fifi did start to squirm a bit as they all arrived at their destination together, only to find Nurse Buttercup was already there waiting for them.

Fancy dismissed the orderlies, promising them each a bonus on their next check and the rest of the day off as reward for their hard work and devotion over the last month. She appreciated their dedication to her cause, but this was a job better suited to Nurse Buttercup's skillset. Fifi was about to be spoon fed her first solid meal in over a month, and who better to do it than a massive, seven foot tall dairy cow with arms as thick as Fancy's waist?

As if Buttercup's incredible strength wasn't enough, she also had a nasty mean streak. She and Fifi had tangled before, and the naive hound always ended up in a world of hurt anytime she started acting like an uppity bitch. The orderlies always had more fun when Fifi put up a fight, but Nurse Buttercup didn't have the patience for that nonsense. She was always quick to correct any undisciplined behavior and didn't give warnings, doling out harsh punishments at the drop of a hat. Not surprisingly, Fifi learned to respect the mighty bovine rather quickly.

The diaper-clad hound sat in silence, likely hoping that eager cooperation would keep her on Buttercup's good side. Fifi knew better than to piss off the ill-tempered nurse, especially while her wrists were cuffed down to the armrests of her wheelchair. Unfortunately, her fate was sealed, and no amount of ass-kissing was going to save her now. This became apparent from the moment Buttercup opened her mouth.

"Did you bring this for me, Fatso?" she asked, snatching the rolled-up diaper off Fifi's lap and holding it up in the air. "Very hefty, even for a big girl like you. I must say, I'm impressed. Just what _have_they been feeding you?"

Predictably, Fifi didn't say anything, knowing full-well that no one would understand her slurred speech anyway. Besides the tight, restrictive muzzle over her face, she still hadn't yet learned to speak clearly since losing all her precious teeth. When she did try to speak, she sounded like a total buffoon, and she'd given up trying after weeks of mocking laughter. However, Buttercup wasn't satisfied, insulted by the hound's weary silence.

"Still as arrogant as ever," said Buttercup, sounding rather annoyed as she set the heavy diaper down on a nearby table before turning her attention back to her ward. "Well, we can fix that. I know just what to do with an insubordinate sack-of-flab like you."

Fancy watched from a distance, observing Fifi's expression change from nervousness to immediate regret as Buttercup started unbuckling the leather muzzle from around her face. The giant, angry bovine wasn't gentle either, tugging and yanking on the leather straps so hard that Fifi couldn't help but let out a surprised yelp as her head was jerked back violently. Though, Buttercup didn't have any sympathy, ordering the bitch to keep quiet and open her mouth for inspection the moment the muzzle came off.

Fifi hesitated for a moment before reluctantly opening up to show off her new and improved cock-sucker. It was a sad, pathetic sight, and the hound was still sensitive about it, but Buttercup didn't spare the bitch's feelings at all, holding nothing back as she laughed openly.

"I didn't think they could make you anymore hideous, but I guess I was wrong," said Buttercup with a chuckle as she thrust her big thumb into Fifi's fangless maw, forcing it open to get a better view. "That is one ugly cum-catcher, but look on the brightside. At least your orderlies will get plenty of enjoyment out of your new fuckhole, even if no one else can stand to look at you."

Fifi closed her eyes, trying to hide her tears as the larger woman bullied her mercilessly, making fun of her permanent disfigurement like it was all some big joke. Though, the hound's situation quickly went from bad to worse as something bit down on her tender, elongated nipples while she had her eyes shut. Naturally, her eyes shot open and she immediately looked down at her chest to find that the nurse had left a pair of heavy-duty nipple clamps dangling down from the ends of her sagging breasts.

As if the shiny metal clamps weren't heavy enough on their own, they were connected by a short chain. By now, Fifi knew that chain would receive a sharp tug every time she disobeyed, but Buttercup still saw fit to give a demonstration anyway, yanking the chain so hard that the hound's heavy udders were suspended in midair for a full second before flopping back down against her fat belly. As expected, Fifi let out a bloodcurdling scream, allowing the cold-hearted nurse plenty of time to grab the bitch's long, slippery tongue and apply another harsh steel clamp to the end of it as it twitched in her grasp.

Not surprisingly, the screams continued as Fifi sat there with her tongue hanging out of her mouth, burdened by the weight of the cumberson metal clamp as it bit down hard into her sensitive flesh. She tugged at her wrist cuffs, trying desperately to remove the hellish device from her tongue, but she wasn't even close to reaching. All she could do was sit there and drool all over herself, unable to close her mouth completely thanks to the hunk of steel stuck to her tongue, prompting another round of torment from her sadistic nurse.

"Drooling all over youself like a big fat baby, I see. Is this why?" asked Buttercup, sneering as she twiddled the bitch's heavy tongue clamp with her finger. "Or is your mouth watering from the smell of that rank diaper over there? Maybe you want a closer look?"

Fifi shook her head so hard that the heavy clamp on her tongue swung back and forth like a pendulum, making her eyes water from the incredible pain. Obviously, she knew what was being implied and didn't want any part of it, but that didn't matter in the slightest to Buttercup. She had no problem ignoring the hound's frantic protests as she pushed her chair over to the nearby table where her own messy diaper from that morning was waiting.

Fancy could remember the way Fifi wriggled nervously in her restraints as she was pushed right up against the edge of the table, and how her lip trembled as her wheels were locked in place. Fifi obviously knew what was coming, but Buttercup didn't seem to be in any hurry. She was happy to keep the hound dangling a bit longer, as long as it meant she got to have a bit more fun with her whimpering plaything before serving the bitch her just deserts.

"I sure hope you brought your appetite," said Buttercup, pulling up a chair next to Fifi. "Wait, what am I saying? You're always hungry, aren't you, Fatso?"

Fifi nodded her head, likely hoping her punishment would go quicker if she just gave the evil nurse what she wanted. However, it didn't look like Buttercup was quite ready to move on yet, continuing to tease the helpless bitch as she sat defenseless in her restrictive wheelchair.

"That's a good pig," said Buttercup, grinning as she gave the hound a patronizing, yet painful, pinch on the cheek. "Looks like those orderlies of yours have finally managed to teach you some respect. I mean, you _do_look more pathetic than usual. Tell me, did they finally make you their bitch?"

Fifi nodded once again, willing to agree to anything if there was even a tiny chance that it might reduce her suffering in the long run, another obvious sign that she'd been completely broken. Though, Buttercup wasn't finished yet, going on a bit of a tirade about what a massive cunt Fifi was.

"Well, it's about time as far as I'm concerned," she said. "I don't know how it took the three of them so long to break your spirit, the lazy bastards. I wouldn't have gone so easy on you, I can tell you that much. You see, I've known the headmistress and her sister since they were just pups. Their family hired me on as a nanny over twenty years ago, and I've watched over them ever since. So, you can't even begin to imagine how I felt when I found out what you'd done to my sweet little Princess."

Fifi sank even further into her chair as she heard the news, realizing just how truly fucked she was as Buttercup continued, growing more and more irate as she went on.

"It felt like someone tore my heart out of my chest, and I swore that I'd do the same to you if I ever had the chance," she said, getting right in Fifi's face. "If it were up to me, you'd have lost those rotten teeth of yours a long time ago, along with your eyes, your tongue, and everything I could possibly take from you without ending your miserable life. I would've had you begging to eat my shit in less than a week, but Miss Fancy was kind enough to spare you the full extent of my wrath, and for that, I think you owe her your deepest thanks."

Fifi looked up, dumbfounded, seemingly unsure of what she could do or say to placate the angry bovine. Though, Nurse Buttercup was quick to explain what she wanted, berating the traumatized hound for her braindead stupidity.

"Well, what are you waiting for, idiot?" she asked, giving the bitch a hard smack on the side of her head. "Show the headmistress some gratitude this instant, or I'll make you wish you were never born."

Fifi snapped to her senses in a hurry, turning to face the headmistress who had been watching from the darkest corner of the room. As ordered, she gave a heartfelt, but incoherent, "Thank you," but it didn't get any response. It wasn't until Fancy lit another cigarette that her scowling face was even partially visible to the trembling hound on the other side of the room.

It's not that Fancy wasn't enjoying the show, it was quite the opposite. She relished the agonized expression splayed out across Fifi's ugly face as she struggled to get a single intelligible word out of her tortured mouth. Nonetheless, Fancy didn't add any of her usual snide comments this time. Buttercup's words were a bitter reminder of the pain Fifi had put her sister through, and Fancy wasn't in the mood to make jokes anymore. However, that didn't mean Buttercup herself didn't have a few choice words for the mumbling hound.

"Okay, you can shut up now, Fatso. You sound completely ridiculous," said Buttercup, giving the bitch's tit chain a brutal tug to get her attention. After pausing for a moment to allow Fifi's cries of pain to subside, she continued. "Do everyone a favor and never try to speak again. That dilapidated mouth of yours is only good for two things now, gumming your orderlies unwashed cocks, and gulping down spoonfuls of revolting piggy chow. Now, guess which of the two I have in store for you?"

Fifi went pale in the face as Buttercup took the wadded-up diaper off the table in front of her and began unrolling it, opening it up for all to see. Of course, the embarrassed hound tried not to look down at it, but there was no way she could ignore the overpowering stench of shit sitting right under her nose. She fidgeted in her bindings, knowing what was coming, but unable to stop it. Fancy could already see tears trickling down the bitch's chubby cheeks as Buttercup snapped on a pair of latex gloves and picked up the soft rubber spoon.

"You're not leaving this chair until you finish every bite, so I recommend you eat quickly or we're going to be here all night," said Buttercup, taking a heaping spoonful of shit from the middle of the diaper and holding it up for Fifi's inspection. "Open up for the choo-choo train now."

Fifi's mouth stayed shut, but one savage yank on her nipple clamps was enough to get it open again. A moment later, the whole payload of bitter-tasting awfulness was resting safely in her mouth, causing the bitch to whimper pathetically as she scrunched up her face and tugged against her restraints. Buttercup had a good laugh as she held the hound's muzzle shut, forcing her to bear the acrid taste for nearly half a minute.

Disappointingly, Fifi refused to swallow, letting the putril lump of shit drop from her mouth as soon as she had the opportunity. Though, not to be denied, the spiteful nurse scooped it right back up and returned the saliva-drenched morsel to the fussy pig's mouth as she cried out for help. This time, Buttercup made sure to press her large thumb over Fifi's nose as she held the bitch's muzzle shut, blocking all airflow.

Unable to breath, the hound began to struggle against her restraints as she fought for air. Her whole body jiggled about as she thrashed in her chair, but Buttercup had no problem maintaining her vice-like grip until Fifi was left with no other option but to gulp down the foul-tasting nugget of filth she'd been holding in her mouth. Once Buttercup was sure she'd swallowed it all, she let go and gave the pulsating hound a chance to catch her breath.

"See? That wasn't so bad, and just ninety-nine more to go," said Buttercup, smirking as she dipped the spoon back down into the muck below and scooped out another sizable chunk of shit. "Let's hope they don't all take as long as the first, hmm?"

"Phuck Ooo..." mumbled Fifi, speaking remarkably clear despite the heavy metal clamp stuck to the end of her tongue.

Buttercup paused for a moment, looking a bit surprised by the hound's little outburst, before responding with a deep, ominous laugh. Not about to be disrespected, the smug bovine pulled a small remote-sized taser out of the pocket of her nurse's uniform in one smooth motion. She held it up for a moment, as if to gloat, before jabbing the two metal prongs right into Fifi's lard-laden gut, delivering a long, agonizing shock that sent pain rippling through the bitch's naked body.

"Anything else you want to say to me?" asked Buttercup, the taser in her hand still buzzing as it discharged electricity into the hound's hairless belly.

Fifi shook her head, letting out a shrill cry as she convulsed in her chair. Her rolls of flab slapped against each other as she shook, unable to control her body as the electricity ran through her. Though, Buttercup didn't show any mercy, repeatedly prodding the bitch all over her abdomen and thighs, until the poor hound involuntarily soiled her diaper from the strain of it all. Of course, that only prompted more verbal abuse.

"Did you really have to shit yourself right in front of me? Have you no shame at all?" asked Buttercup, suddenly looking rather annoyed as she set the taser down on the table and picked up the spoon once again. "Well, now it looks like you'll be getting seconds once you're finished with what you have in front of you."

Any trace of defiance on Fifi's face melted away as she realized her suffering was only just beginning. She sat quivering and panting, drooling all over herself as she rested, trying to recover from her impromptu shock therapy session. Though, Buttercup wasn't about to give her a break, scooping out another helping of cold manure for the poor hound's consumption.

"Open up that toothless cesspit you call a mouth and stick your tongue out for me," she said, holding the spoon up to make Fifi inspect her next bite.

Predictably, the cowardly bitch tried to turn her face away, but Buttercup wouldn't allow it, using her free hand to grab the unruly pig, holding her by the steel clamp that hung from her tongue. Fifi blubbered and squealed in a most undignified manner as her tongue was stretched so far that she had to lurch forward in her chair to prevent it from being torn out. Once the hound was as far forward in her seat as her restraints would allow, Buttercup held her there, forcing the bitch to lean forward with her tongue stuck out as far as it would go.

"See, Fatso? This is what happens when you don't follow orders," bellowed Buttercup, having to yell to be heard over Fifi's obnoxious crying. "Now we have to do things the hard way."

Fancy watched intently as the nurse dumped the contents of the spoon onto the bitch's outstretched tongue, unable to look away from the grim spectacle no matter how much it turned her stomach. It was hard to watch, but Fancy didn't want to miss anything, even as Buttercup used the back of the spoon to smear the soft, pliable mound of filth all over Fifi's tongue. She worked it from front to back as though she were spreading butter on toast, careful not to leave a single taste bud uncoated.

"There, now you sit here and get used to that taste, because you're going to be getting it a whole lot more from now on," said Buttercup, maintaining her grip on the hound's fully-extended tongue. "There used to be a ban on feeding you the slop out of your diapers, orders from the headmistress of course. The big softey was always going easy on you. However, I'm pleased to inform you that the ban has officially been lifted starting tonight, and now I'm free to drop a spoon down the back of your diaper and scoop you out nice warm piggy treat whenever I feel like it, isn't that just wonderful? Nod if you think that's wonderful."

Fifi nodded her head in a hurry, saliva dripping from her chin as she sat with her mouth wide open, whining frantically as she prayed for the maniacal nurse to let go of her outstretched tongue. Unfortunately for her, Buttercup wasn't going to be satisfied until the sickening flavor had been permanently etched into Fifi's memory.

"Glad to see you're so enthusiastic about your new diet," said Buttercup, finally releasing the hound's aching tongue after giving one last vindictive tug for good measure. "Hurry and swallow that down, then get ready for another mouthful. If you're smart, you'll open up for me willingly. Otherwise, we can repeat this process as long as it takes to scrape this shitty diaper clean. It's up to you how we do it, and how much pain you're going to be in afterwards."

Fifi looked as though she wanted to die as she sucked the foul paste from her tongue, having to constantly fight against the weight of heavy steel tongue clamp. Fancy could hardly stomach the sight of the fat woman's shit stained lips, but still refused to turn away from the action. Deep down, she knew how vile and despicable this was, but had no problem convincing herself that Fifi deserved each and every bite.

As pathetic and weak as she looked now, Fifi had broken countless slaves, mercilessly transforming them into brainless, diaper-bound fucktoys for her many clients. It was only fair she suffer the same punishments that she put Fancy's sister through, and that meant "Diaper Dessert" was definitely on the menu from now on. The fat bitch was going to learn some humility, and she had no one to blame but herself as she spent the next few hours savoring the taste of her own humble pie.

Buttercup was relentless, shoveling spoonful after spoonful into Fifi's wailing mouth. The subdued hound obviously hated every second of her feeding but had given up resisting, willingly opening up her mouth each time Buttercup held spoon to her lips. The taser and nipple chain did wonders to keep the lazy sow motivated throughout the long session, and it wasn't long before the vindictive nurse had the bitch begging for more between each bite and saying, "Thank you," like a polite little piglet.

By the time her horrendous feeding was finally over, Fifi had finished every bite just as Buttercup promised. It was then that Fancy came forward for a closer look, still breathing heavily after the long masturbation session she'd enjoyed while watching the fun unfold from a distance. She'd never forget how Fifi looked at that moment.

Her nose and lips were coated with filth, and her tongue was stained brown as it dangled from her squalid mouth. The bitch didn't have a shred of dignity left, her pudgy cheeks soaked with tears as drool ran from the corners of her twisted, whimpering mouth. She couldn't even speak at this point, too traumatized to do anything more than mumble incoherently as she quivered like jelly in her wheelchair. Even still, all it took was Fancy clearing her throat to get Fifi's immediate attention. Though, the smirking poodle didn't have anything to say, and instead shoved her camera into the bitch's face, snapping a nice candid photo for her collection.

Fancy knew she'd want something to remind her of all the pain and humiliation Fifi had suffered through that night so she made sure to print two copies. One copy went to the "Wall of Shame" posted above Fifi's bed, so the cunt would have to see it every night as she was being strapped down. The other copy ended up in Fancy's desk drawer where she covetted it as a guilty pleasure. Even now, pleasuring herself to that sickening snapshot was enough to bring Fancy to orgasm right there in her office, despite her best efforts to restrain herself.

Naturally, Fancy was extremely disappointed that she'd cum so early, but that didn't stop her from enjoying the moment while it lasted. She bit down her lip, clutching the photo tightly as she climaxed in her desk chair. However, once the pleasure was gone, she was left bitter and annoyed that Fifi and her orderlies were over thirty minutes late. Surely, the unruly bitch must have done something to delay their arrival, meaning it was her fault that Fancy had wasted her orgasm. For that, there would be punishments. Just as soon as that fat pig came jiggling through that door, Fancy was going to make her wish she was never born.