Prisoner's prolonged fattening

chapter 2

1988



The prosecution was seeking the death penalty. Judith’s court appointed attorney begged her to plead guilty. ‘Deny, deny, deny.’


“No, I didn’t do it,” Judith insisted.



The trial lasted for 3 months. When she wasn’t being shuffled to court, Judith was segregated from the general population. She was the only woman in her county accused of such a heinous crime, so she had a cell all to herself. She was on lockdown 23 hours a day. The other hour was for a shower, a telephone call, and a shackled-walk around a small fenced area. All 3 meals were brought to her, but her taste buds had still not dulled to accept the rotten food. She only ate small portions. Despite her uncomfortable living situation, a stark contrast from the sun and freedom of Jamaica, Judith was confident in her acquittal. She stayed busy by daydreaming about returning to the beach with Jim.

Guilty. The judge wore a cross beneath his black garb, and he clenched it as he sentenced her to die. “I’m going to make an example out of you,” he preached.



“I still have appeals, right?” she asked her attorney, showing no emotion.


“Yes, you do, but that will take years. And you’re guilty, I’m done with your case.”


That’s the moment when Judith cried. She sobbed for days, she couldn’t eat or sleep. What if she never saw Jim again?


She was shackled and sent upstate on a bluebird prison bus.



Upon arriving, she was 5’3 and 108 pounds. They snapped a beautiful picture of her.


The warden met with her on her first day, before she reached her private cell. “Hello, I’m Warden Morgan, welcome to your final home. I’d like to introduce you to our rules, as they are different from jail. Here, you will only be allowed outside of your cell three times per week, monday, wednesday and friday- and for one hour at a time. You will have 10 minutes to shower, 20 minutes to make a phone call or visit, and a half hour of outside recreation. While in recreation, you will be shackled by your ankles, wrists, and a belly chain. Do you understand?”


Judith felt defeated. “Yes.”


“I’m not finished. While in your cell, you will be checked on every 15 minutes. That is, in case you attempt suicide or something. You will eat in your cell, sleep in your cell, and you will read me-approved literature. There is no masturbating, no yelling, no swearing, or you will end up strapped in the chair for an indefinite period of time,” he pointed to the chair in hallway outside. It was like a straight-jacket combined with a wooden chair.


Judith’s mouth dropped open. ‘No masturbating?’ That’s what made her days in jail so tolerable.


“DO YOU UNDERSTAND, JUDITH?! I mean inmate 11406,” Warden Morgan’s fat face was red.


“Yes,” Judith replied sheepishly.


She was shown to her room, a small 8x10’ cell locked away from the world behind old-fashioned iron bars. The floor was grey and the walls were white. A gloomy fluorescent ceiling light illuminated the dingy environment. A small 10x10” window had bars on the inside and plexiglass on the outside, obstructing her view of the courtyard.


She painstakingly settled into her routine. Breakfast would always come at 7:00. The food tasted better than in the county jail, which she was happy with, if she could be happy about anything. She wasn’t. Lunch would come at noon, a tasty yet starchy blend of bread, pasta, rice and cake. She was allowed out, as it was Monday her first day, at 3:00 for her hour of relative freedom. Judith moped around the courtyard in her white jumpsuit, shackled and unable to run or even walk briskly. She ended up sitting for much of her half hour in the outdoor cage, crying softly. Dinner came at 5:00, another thick, starchy blend. Commissary snacks and accessories were offered at 7:30. Lights went out at 10:00, and every 15 minutes of darkness was interrupted by a guard’s flashlight ensuring her safety.


After a week of misery, a mass of letters were dumped through her food-slot. She had a fanbase, as her trial had been locally televised. She had been sent money and photos and love letters. It was a glimmer of hope. She was disgusted by most of the creeps, as she still missed her beloved Jim. Still, it was nice to have money. Now, she could utilize commissary.



After a few weeks incarcerated, Judith had begun eating her entire meals. She would read her fan letters and snack throughout the day. By the time she finished one meal, the next would be on its way. And then the twinkies, cookies and chips would come by at night. She’d snack right up until bedtime. She fell asleep fairly easily most nights right after 10.


Still only 19 years old, almost 20, Judith had a fast metabolism. She hadn’t gained any noticeable weight. It’s not that she had much time to check except while showering. She was conscious of her new sedentary lifestyle and starchy diet, and still with hopes of being released to Jim, she opted to exercise in her cell when she was not restrained.


Judith did squats and pushups, situps, jumping jacks, ran in place until sweat dripped down her pale forehead. And then Spring sprung, and the prison did not have adequate air conditioning. The sweaty, cramped discomfort nearly sent Judith into a claustrophobic panic at times, and the more she exercised, the worse it became.


She slowly stopped exercising as May became July, completely forgetting about her physique. She had an admirer as well, a new guard. He had recently started. He was the only attractive guard she had yet seen, and she was determined to fill her sexual void with him. She had not yet been caught masturbating, but she mastered 10 minute orgasms. As soon as a guard turned away, she’d have 15 minutes to do whatever she pleased. She wondered what might happen if that changed when the handsome guard was on duty.


It was a sweltering 95 degrees this afternoon as sunlight streamed into her prison cell. Judith lay completely naked, against prison rules, her fingers rapidly stroking her clitoris. The guard stared in awe.



Luckily, he did not snitch. However, he did not acknowledge her as she stared back at him. After a few awkward minutes, he walked away.


Judith kept up this routine every day, until one day the guard could no longer resist. It was cooler this afternoon, as it was late September. Judith didn’t appear sweaty at all. Her skin was glowing, her long black hair down over her face, her round breasts quivering from her fingers girations. Her stomach was flat, her waist narrow, but it appeared as if her ass had gotten a tad wider. The guard was enamored by her feminine glow. He entered her cell. Judith had sex for the first time in nearly a year.


The two shared their secret love until christmas time. Judith got more of a workout when that guard was on duty than during her outdoor recreation or prison-cell workouts, which she had resumed on count of cooler temperatures. She was glowing, she was happy, and she was eating fewer sweets at night. She was beginning to get some muscle tone back. Her flat ass had taken on a rounder appearance, although still shaped similar to a pancake.


It was Christmas Eve, when Warden Morgan made a surprise visit to deliver his handsome new guard a pumpkin pie. He discovered the 2 mating, and the man was fired. Judith was sent to the chair until Christmas night.


She sat there, unable to move an inch. She was strapped helplessly. She was fed through a tube twice during her 24 hour ordeal. It tasted like slop, bitter and full of unnecessary calories. She could feel her stomach expand. She felt sick and lonely and stuck.


“No more sexual stuff, you’re supposed to be punished here, “ the warden told her.



“Yes sir,” Judith replied.


So she was back to masturbating during 15 minute intervals between check-ups. The young woman continued this routine for nearly a month. The warden outsmarted her again. He found her with her jumpsuit unbuttoned, laying on her bunk with her hand on her pink lips.


“Alright, random check ups now, no more 15 minutes. I catch you again and I’m banning you from commissary for a month. I catch you after that, and you get the chair.” He laughed, “You know, the chair before the chair.”


Judith could now only masturbate in the dark, when the night-patrol guards still followed the 15 minute rule. Even then, she had to be discrete, just in case. She had begun to love her sweets at night again, and she didn’t want that taken away, as Jim had been taken away, as the handsome guard had been stripped away forever.




The early 90s


Judith’s routine of days too sweltering to move a muscle and the relief of sweets in the evening continued for years and through 2 lost appeals. The cool relief of brief winters did not last long enough for her to get back into a fitness routine. And who did she have to impress? The guards were all butt ugly, and no one would release her from her prison.


She gained about 10 pounds per year for 5 years. It was now 1994. Judith was 26 years old and it was August. She had begun to grow depressed. She missed those days being on roller skates, running home after a shift to masturbate freely. She missed going down to the river and seeing average looking boys with their shirts off.