Prisoner's prolonged fattening

chapter 1

1986


The young woman stood atop roller skates, a tray of fast food and milkshakes rested on her palm. A large shag of curly black hair adorned her head and billowed down her back. She had large dark blue eyes speckled with crystals of white and silver. Her nose and jawline were dainty, and her lips were somewhat plump. She wore a pink dress, and her round handful-breasts stood out above her white apron, which was tied around her waist, accentuating her hourglass figure. Despite the shape of her body, she was very thin. Her arms were like 2 pipe-cleaners jutting out from the poofy shoulders of her dress. The dress covered up her stick-thin thighs, exposing her pale-white skinny legs. Her name is Judith.


She had been extremely thin all her life. Since middle school, she had run cross-country. She was now 18, and she had replaced her after-school runs with roller skating orders from the kitchen to waiting cars. The free fast food she ate almost every day had only added a pound or two; she stayed active walking a mile and back to work. She was blessed with a fast metabolism and a relatively small appetite. However, she had a large appetite for sex.


During high school, she dated a handful of football and basketball players. She didn’t sleep around much, but the ones she devoted herself to were never left unsatisfied. Judith had barely graduated the past Spring, being a D-average student. All of her old jock boyfriends were off to college, as were all of her girlfriends. She was left here in this small Arizona town, sweating as she hurried orders out the door. Her only hope was to marry a rich man, but she didn’t hold high hopes. She spent her off-days with acquaintances at the river, hoping to meet a boy up to her high standards. She had yet to meet such a man.



She resorted to briskly walking home each day to lay in her bed and masturbate fervorously for hours on end. ‘One day, I’ll meet the right one,’ she thought. ‘I’m still young; I have plenty of time.’


It was on this steamy August day, as the sun sucked water off of the recently drenched pavement, that through the fog she saw a brand new fox body Mustang convertible. In the driver’s seat was Jim. He had a straight brown mullet and a face reminiscent of James Dean. A squirrely looking red-haired bastard sat crooked in his passenger seat. In the back leaned two extremely attractive blondes with huge hair and thick make-up.


Judith had never been as awe-struck. It was love or lust at first sight. Her legs quivered, and she almost dropped all of the gang’s food.


Her and Jim locked eyes, and as she was turning to skate back to the building, he said, “What time do you get off?”


Judith was speechless. “Nine,” she meekly answered.


Judith’s fate was sealed.

Jim was a frequent whiskey drinker, chainsmoker, and an all-out rebel. He’d ride around at night, swinging bats at mailboxes, lighting fires, anything that got his rocks off. Judith had never been in any kind of trouble, but Jim from the neighboring small town sure made her small-town life more enjoyable. The two fell deeply in love.



1987


It was a full year later, and Judith had lost herself to the partying scene, heavily influenced by Jim. Judith was not necessarily stupid, but she was a tad gullible. She still is.


Jim had gotten into “devil worshipping”, and the gang often screamed “Hail Satan!” as they rode around causing chaos in the night. None of them had heard of Anton Lavey. Regardless, they left pentagrams spray painted in red all over their 2 dusty little towns.


Jim was deeply troubled, as 2 years prior, a girl he loved left him without warning for a different guy. Jim had told Judith of this, and they shared a hatred for the young girl. After a night of copious whiskey drinking and cocaine abuse, the 5 friends decided to go after the girl. They were going to kill her.


It was a warm, clear October evening. It was dark, as they waited for Jim’s 17 year old ex girlfriend to walk home from cheer practice.


Judith, feeling so devoted to her leather-clad savior, Jim, insisted on being the stabber. She was granted her wish.


As her pale skin glowed in the full moon’s light, Judith stabbed the girl forty nine times, and she dropped dead on the desolate dirt road. The redheaded guy spray painted a pentagram on the back of her varsity jacket. They sped off into the night, leaving tire impressions behind. They drank and smoked and celebrated until the sun rose.


Judith woke up without regret. Though she still looked the same as a year prior, despite wearing heavier and darker make-up, she seemed to have a totally different personality. She was happy, she was satisfied by Jim. Jim never hesitated to pleasure her, and he had done it like no other man before. They had sex multiple times every day.


A few days passed before the police interviewed Jim. Jim panicked, and Judith shared his fear. Jim’s brother was a foreign exchange student in Jamaica, and the two decided to take off.


The day before Judith was set to board the plane, the police questioned her. The cops had sensed JIm’s fear, and suspected he was involved. They took Judith’s fingerprints. The officers were surprised a week later, after they had matched her fingerprints to the murder weapon, when they found out that Judith had disappeared without a trace- and so had Jim.


Judith had been in Jamaica for two months now. Her and Jim enjoyed the beach-life, a big difference from their landlocked upbringings. They had taken up surfing, and they had both cut down on their drinking. They smoked a lot of marijuana, but that was about it. Judith spent every day at the beach and worked in a strip club by night. The two were doing extremely well.


The US marshals found Judith standing with her bare feet in the ocean, a surfboard in her hand. She was wearing a bikini with a thong for bottoms, exposing her flat ass. Despite it being flat, it worked well because of her narrow waist. She looked like most swimsuit models of the 1980s. Her skin had even tanned a bit from the beach life. It was the biggest shock of Judith’s life.


They put her in handcuffs, and they flew her back to Arizona. She sat dejected on the plane, staring at her thin legs, but she remembered what Jim said. “Deny, deny, deny.”



Judith was given an orange jumpsuit and placed in the county jail.