Prisoner's prolonged fattening

chapter 5

2005


Judith’s mortality was suddenly all too real. Everything was about to be taken away from her. Her ice cream and cone dildoes, all of it. ‘I’m gluttonous, what if I go to hell?’ Judith began wondering.



Unviolated by the Arizona sun for all those years, Judith’s skin had remained clear and wrinkle-free. However, she felt herself developing wrinkles with worry. She was aging, she was 37 and her youth had been wasted. Her old friends and former lovers (except Jim and the gang) were all enjoying life in the persistent Arizona sunshine, swimming in the river. Judith would never swim again, never ride in a convertible to the California coast again, never surf again, never be a skinny, happy young woman again.



When she first entered death row, she declined to see a priest, citing her “satanic beliefs”. But now she begged for him.


By October, Judith had given her life to God, as she called it. Her new lawyer and her composed a letter to the governor, and the Governor clenched the cross around his neck and cried as he read it. “By Golly, she has been reformed!”


Judith’s sentence was commuted to life without parole.


She waddled back onto that bluebird bus, headed for a different prison further south. She took up an entire seat, her wide ass cheek hanging off of one side. She started craving the touch of a woman, if she couldn’t have a guard, but then she remembered what the bible says about homosexuality. Cognitive dissonance affected her for the rest of her commute.


Once at her new lifelong home, Judith was shown her cell. She was still without a cellmate at first, to allow her to adjust. Still, she got to eat in a cafeteria. She got to walk around outside unshackled. But then she was asked to step out. A new photo was taken, and they checked her weight. “5’2 and 280. Wow you shrunk an inch!”


Her first day in the cafeteria, a group of women laughed at her and joked about the new cow eating all the food. Judith ignored them, but she cried once she got back to her cell. A different group of women comforted Judith after her bullying.


Judith became active in the prison church, and she began trying to play sports. It was difficult at first, but she had all the time in the world. The new 12x8” cell was still cramped, especially for her size, but she was outside of it for most of the day.




2020


For 8 years, no woman showed the middle aged fat woman any special attention. Judith did not need to violate her christian beliefs by accepting the love of a woman- when she would still prefer the love of Jim. However, she lost a lot of weight during her years in general population. She weighed 190. The food was still starchy, so she couldn’t lose much more, even though she did try.


But in 2015, a woman had shown an interest. It was her cellmate, a young brown haired woman named Brooke. Brooke was 23 and is serving a 10 year sentence for armed robbery. She laughed when Judith told her about the ice cream cone trick and had said, “Baby, you don’t need to do that. Come here.”



And Judith has been a non-practicing Christian ever since. She stopped going to church, and decided to focus on her workouts. She wants to stay in shape for her new lover, Brooke. It didn’t matter much to Judith anymore though, as Brooke had put 35 pounds onto her own svelte frame since entering prison.


Brooke loves the softness of Judith’s skin, skin that was once stretched out by soppy fat is now relatively empty. It’s like a fleshy quilt for Brooke to stroke as the two pleasure one another in their cell. They were happy together for almost 5 years.


The pandemic struck. Both women were confined to their cell. They would go everywhere together, shower, rec, phone calls, and meals were brought to their cell. It was total lockdown to try and prevent the spread of the mysterious virus.


The two, of course, started bickering. “You know, you could lose some weight, Brooke. Let’s do workouts together,” Judith suggested. Brooke hated working out.


“No! It’s too hot up in here with the two of us. We can run a lap out on the yard,” Brooke replied.


“Who knows when that’s gonna be! We’ve been stuck in here for 3 damn days before,” Judith was angry.


Their bickerings continued for months. The two were confined to their cells, eating and napping, fingering each other, never working out. It wasn’t long before Judith filled back out. By thanksgiving, she weighed 280 once again. Brooke had added another 35 pounds, bringing her weight to 180.


It was Christmas when the two were once again trapped in their small cell. The 2 overweight lovebirds had enjoyed some prison moonshine, and they fell asleep on the floor. Their bloated guts were touching. They were naked.



Judith rolled over in her sleep, and she accidentally suffocated Brooke.



Present Day


Judith is right back in her natural habitat: death row. She’s mourning the loss of yet another lover. She’s all alone in her cell. She just shoved a chocolate ice cream cone down her throat. She’s naked, and she’s about to shove the cone into her hairy snatch.


She weighed 300 pounds when she was transferred back to death row. She probably weighs more now. She refuses to go outside. She cries when she doesn’t get money from her 2 remaining fans, and then the guards feel bad for her and buy her ice cream.


Her ass and thighs nearly take up the entire mattress. Her stomach nearly touches her knees. Her breasts are sagging to her belly button, which is hidden by a roll of fat. Her arms are obese, her once beautiful face encased in blubbery cheeks and an enormous chin. Her forehead shows only outlines of wrinkles, and it too is beginning to gain weight.


On the rare occasions when she stands up, her ass is a delightfully plump sight to see. Cellulite everywhere. When she sits on her toilet, her hip-fat spills over each side. I don’t know how she aims. She does not smell very good, so maybe she doesn’t.


From a petite waitress to a svelte murderer to a skinny surfer, to a giant prisoner. If only she could have internet access and do weight gain porn.