Meanwhile 2 Orderlies had arrived to assist the Black Widow in the next stage of her treatment. Once the fiery assassin had been truly lethal, able to subdue even the most powerful opponent with just her bare hands. But now her lot had definitely changed. Her agility and strength had completely abandoned her, and she was trapped in a body that served her no helpful purpose. Rather than her jumpsuit, now she was clad in black puffball skirt, a strip of ribbon, and the deepest humiliation of a very necessary diaper.
Once she had been an outstanding escapologist but now even had she her full range of skills she could have done nothing about the hand-and-arm-cuffs that pinned her arms securely behind her back and pushed her swollen chest ever more vulgarly forward. But worse, she no longer even tried to free herself, so secure was she in her new role of inadequacy and failure that rather than protesting through her vulgar ring gag, she merely dribbled pathetically. The good doctor had told her this was the treatment she required, and even now it never crossed her mind to question it.
Swollen udders bounced crazily with each faltering step, her milk spurting in several directions at once. She hobbled in agony from the shoes squeezed onto her feet designed solely to cause her further pain. And as her thighs moved together as gently as she could manage, the fractional movement on her super-sensitized pussy was enough to loosen her most fragile of grips on her own dignity - as she left the room she came explosively, her most unwelcome ejaculate also triggering an explosive mudslide of shit that left frozen in place and panting for breath, unable even to walk without disgracing herself.
The Orderlies firmly grabbed her and 'assisted' her into another room. She completely overlooked their overly attentive caressing of her swollen udders, that sent her into a fresh paroxysm of shame. By the time she had even begun to formulate her increasingly scattered thoughts, she found that the orderlies were forcing her shoulders even further back until with two sickening cracks they were neatly dislocated, leaving her no control over her whole arms. Next she found each one of her fingers and thumbs being snapped back until each one was shattered, and then in turn her wrists.
Consumed by agony, even if she could have protested what was happening to her, still she meekly accepted her situation as, that is what the Doctor had indeed told her to do. Next she found her ankles being twisted badly out of shape, her attendants informing her that if she was going to foul herself each time she walked, they would make sure that it wouldn't happen again. She blinked her eyes at them in gratitude.
Next they proffered her a large bottle full of bovine growth hormones and held it to her lips, and she gratefully suckled, fully aware that it would make her body ever more ridiculous.
And then she happily acquiesced to repay her kindly assistants with some further suckling as reward for their services.
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