Prisoner's prolonged fattening

chapter 4

1998


Judith was 29, about to enter her 30s. Her entire 20s had been wasted in a prison cell. Somehow, her weight had somewhat stabilized. She only gained about 5 pounds each year from 1995 to now. She weighed 175 pounds at 5’3. An updated prison photo alerted her to the fact, but she didn’t care anyways. The loss of her skinny body was yet another good thing gone by for her.



It was April when the prison began offering ice cream. Cheaper than getting a better air conditioning system, I suppose. Judith was delighted by the news. Her days were no longer as rough and painstakingly long. She tried to eat her chocolate cones as slowly as possible, to savor the flavor. It had been a decade since she enjoyed ice cream.


More good news came with the warden’s farewell. Morgan was off to retirement, making his wife’s life hell instead of his prisoners’. A new warden came along, a woman, and she did not enforce the masturbation policy.



Judith tried it out on her new warden’s first day, masturbating right in front of a guard. The grey haired old guard did report her, but his snitching was in vain. It was as if her invisible chastity belt had been sliced off. Things were looking up.


She stocked up on ice cream, every time the cart squeaked by her cell, she flagged him down. She was 30 now and it was the middle of another scorching summer. She spent her entire days naked. She’d get 2 cones at a time. She’d gobble one down and feel her body temperature plummet, then she’d take the other and rub it all over herself. This became a simple and necessary pleasure for Judith.


She would sit there all day on the bare metal bench, her stiff mattress on the floor of her dungeon-like tiny cell, where it was cooler to sleep at night. Her flat yet fleshy ass spread out as she used the empty cone as a dildo. Cathartic.


A new, somewhat handsome guard began in the fall of ‘98. Judith saw her opportunity. Almost a decade without a real penis, she was going nuts. She’d make sure to wash all the sticky ice cream off of her, most of it at least, with her sink right before he’d show up. She stared at him with those seductive eyes of hers, but it was never to any avail. He’d always look away in disgust.

Buried in fat was that skinny 19 year old surfer girl who first entered prison.



2004


Judith was 35 years old. More than 15 years incarcerated, and she had settled into her routine and role as prisoner. She now weighed 250 pounds. Her metabolism slowed a bit at 30, and all the ice cream and snacks at night had really fucked her over. “Gonna die anyways, right?” Judith would joke to the guards as they laughed at her guzzling down snacks.


Her ass was like a gigantic shelf which had permanently fuzed to her love handles. Her love handles were only distinguishable from behind. Her stomach had developed a horizontal crease above her belly button, and the lower stomach hung over her vagina. She had to lift it up in order to masturbate, and she definitely saw this as a potential issue in the future.


She still had that indent at her waist, giving her an exaggerated hourglass figure. However, her enormous breasts almost entirely distracted one’s view from it. Her face was now completely fat; she had an enormous double chin and chubby cheeks which squandered the delicate looks she enjoyed throughout her youth.


Inactivity had rendered her thighs tree trunk-like and jiggly. Red and white stretch marks

adorned the insides of her thighs, her hips, and of course her lower stomach.

It was a heavy, dense type of fat which felt similar to a waterbed to the touch. She could feel her body growing at times, and she hated feeling her legs jiggle as she waddled around the outdoor cage. Sitting down allowed her to forget about her problems. Sitting down and eating.


Regardless of her obese discomfort, Judith had developed friendships with some of the guards. She was as comfortable as a prisoner can be.



Until she got her execution notice: January 4th, 2006 would be her final day.