The Locke Program

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Shane had told the judge he was innocent. He had told the public defender the same thing. But they all looked at him and said a variation of the same thing.

We don’t believe you.

Okay, fine. In all fairness they didn’t say exactly that. The public defender, holding stacks of papers that threatened to explode from his briefcase and under his armpits, had cleared his throat and said, “Mike, I’m sure you won’t get any jail time for…” he looked at his iPad, then at a few documents in front of him, “Trespassing on the state house?”

“I’m Shane,” Shane said, his hands still cuffed on the table in front of him. He shifted uncomfortably in the chair that was bolted to the floor.

“Sorry, that’s someone else.” The public defender reached into his files and pulled out another sheet. “Ah yes. Shane. Oh. Shane.” His voice fell as he read the report. “This isn’t good.”

Shane knew it wasn’t good. But he wasn’t even in the area when the event happened. He’d just been walking home when the police had come by and picked him up. And now he was with the public defender preparing to see a judge in 20 minutes and the best he could hope for was “this isn’t good??”

Of course the defender had recommended he plea out. He was young, a 7 year plea meant three and a half years. He could get his life back.

But when the judge asked him how he’d like to plea, he overrode his attorney and said he wasn’t guilty.

You’re not supposed to lie in a courtroom right?

After six months of trial, after people in suits who charged more by the hour than his defender made in a year, Shane was found guilty and sent to jail.

Shane will never forget the sound of the cell doors closing the first night. And the moans that came from the grown ass men who had been brought in there with him. Not so tough now that you’re locked in a cage, Shane thought.

After the first few months Shane broke into a routine. He’d met the Doctor, a very stern looking woman who had to be five feet tall on a good day named Dr. Holmes. During his first exam, she didn’t even smile his way when he flashed his generally disarming grin.

“You don’t want to make friends with me Innate 6754,” Dr Gold had said before asking him to put his pants back on.

Shane was doing fine. He had found his routine. He managed to sleep okay and he was working on his appeal when one day a large man blocked him from entering his cell.

The man with his barrel chest and hairy arms cracked his knuckles and looked Shane dead in the eyes.

“I don’t think we’ve been introduced yet.”

Shane took one look at the man and determined he wanted nothing to do with him and turned around to go the other direction.

But the man had other plans. He spun Shane around and pulled him close. “You’re not going anywhere.”

And it was explained to Shane. Everyone in this cell block paid taxes to this man. He was the biggest guy on the cell block, not in height, but in width. And accordingly everyone needed protection from him.

“I can’t smuggle in drugs.” Shane said. “I don’t even get visitors.”

“Tomorrow you will” the man had responded. “And trust me. You want to accept the packages.”

Shane nodded and figured he’d do this one errand and call it a day. He didn’t fancy being scraped off the side of the cell block because he let his vanity get in the way. This was in prison. He needed to do what it took to survive.

But the visitation was a disaster. This woman walked in with black hair, dark grey eyes and an attitude and handed him three small bulbs of something.

“How am I supposed to..?” Shane asked. They’d search his hands and person when he went back to the prison.

The woman leaned in close. “Swallow the fucking thing.” Then she got up and left. Shane choked down the three small bulbs and rushed back to the prison cell to vomit them out.

But much to his dismay nothing came out. No matter how many times he scraped the back of his throat. He glanced at the clock. He had a deadline and the last thing he wanted was to have that horrible man come back and beat him to a pulp.

Shane’s cellmate returned just in time to see him sobbing while sitting on the edge of his bed.

“What’s up man?” Gary, Shane’s cellmate looked over at Shane skeptically wondering what was wrong.

Shane explained. “If I can’t get these out, I’m fucked.”

Gary laughed. “First time?”

Shane looked confused. “First time?”

“You know, smuggling stuff in.”

Shane blinked. “You could tell.”

“You need to shove them up the back door man. They’ll come out easier.”

Shane was baffled. There was no way he was doing that.

“By the look on your face you’re not getting it. One step at a time though. Let’s get whatever is inside of you, out of you.”

Gary left the cell as Shane wiped his face and tried to throw up a few more times, but was only met with failure.

Gary returned with a paper cup and handed it to Shane. “Drink it all. And then pop yourself on that toilet over there. You’re gonna be… busy for a few hours.” Gary then left the cell laughing to himself.

Shane chugged the foul tasting sludge and climbed into bed. He figured he’d feel the effects and could head to the toilet when it was time. He didn’t fancy sitting on that crusty cell toilet any longer than he had too.

But the next thing Shane knew he was waking up. A horrendous cramp wracked his gut. It was like a knife stabbing his abdomen. He tried to crawl out of bed, but another cramp shot through his body. The next thing he knew, he was doubling over, a thick sludge oozing into his pants.

Shane couldn’t stop the movement, he clenched as hard as he could, but the mess just kept coming. Before he knew what was happening, he felt a trickle from in front as he began to wet himself as well. Not exactly the way he planned to wake up.

Desperate, Shane tried to grab a towel to clean himself up. He wouldn’t be able to shower for several hours, when the cell doors opened again. But before he could move, the lights all came on as a buzzer sounded. The guards were ready to do a spot check.

Gary sat up in his bed, took one look at Shane and chuckled to himself. “You should have popped yourself on the toilet man.” He covered his nose as he hopped down from his bunk. “You’d better grab those little baggies and hide them before the guards see.”

Indeed, in the mess that had leaked down his legs were a few small round baggies that he had swallowed earlier. At least he had accomplished his task.

Gary showed him how to quickly clean them off and stuff them into the bottom of the toilet for safekeeping and then both of them lined up in front of their cell. Shane noticed Gary was standing a few feet away from him as the other men wrinkled their noses at the pathetic sight of a grown man in soiled pants.

The guards approached each of the men and checked their cells. When they reached Gary and Shane they burst out laughing. The guards, who never seemed to miss a moment to humiliate any of the prisoners, asked Shane if he was potty trained and if he’d ever seen a toilet before? To Shane’s credit, he held his tongue, determined to just shower and get this over with.

But to his surprise, one of the guards reached for his radio and called for someone called Frankie to come down and take a look at Shane’s “medical problems.” While the other inmates were told they could go back to bed, a janitor came by and began mopping up the room. Soon a woman approached Shane and told him to follow her.

Shane felt quite silly walking behind this short woman who was wearing a pair of baggy pants and a pair of scrubs. She had a clipboard in her hands and ushered him into what looked like a medical exam room.

She looked Shane up and down and then said quietly, “So you had a little accident?”

Shane blushed, his face continuing to turn red during this conversation.

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” The woman said again. Shane realized that her voice was naturally soft and that she wasn’t speaking just above a whisper. This was just how she was al the time.

“This doesn’t usually happen.” Shane said quietly. “It must have been the cafeteria food. I’m new here so I don’t think I’m used to it yet.”

The woman didn’t take her eyes away from Shane as he spoke. They just bore into his soul causing him to feel like a child.

Shane realized as he trailed off that he was babbling at this point so he shut the fuck up.

The woman looked back at her clipboard. “I don’t see on here where you have bowel Incontinence.”

“I don’t!” Shane blurted.

The woman looked up slightly and examined his dirty prison uniform. Shane was once again aware of how fifths he had to have been at that moment.

“Do you think you could…” he gestured to his pants that were now stained deep brown.

“Of course.” The woman pointed out the coroner of the room where there was an open shower and told him he could shower there. Prison rules said that a guard had to be present when he showered, so she walked back into the hallway. Shane wasted no time stepping out of his current uniform and placing his clothes into a biohazard bag in the corner. Next he stepped under the freezing cold water and let it clean off his body. He grabbed the soap and scrubbed as hard as possible trying to get the stench from off of him. His brain was moving quickly, he was hoping this roommate had delivered the drugs to that fucking guy from earlier. This was  all his fault after all.

But before he could think too much, the nurse returned back and was staring at her clipboard again, this time jotting down a few notes. Shane stepped out of the shower and took a towel from the guard. Shivering now, he sat on the exam table and tried to keep his dignity intact as the woman put down he clipboard and told the guard he could leave.

“Shane, we need to have a serious conversation about your issues.”

Shane held up his hand. “Look, ma’am… I don’t have bladder issues. I promise, It had to have been the food, or it was probably a prank or something. This has never happened before.”

“The worst part is that you didn’t seem to realize that you needed to go.” The nurse ignored him, still drilling her eyes into Shane who was now shivering. The cold shower, mixed with the cold room wasn’t doing him any favors.

“We have protocols inmate.” The nurse reached into the cabinet and pulled out a package of some sorts. She opened it up and put a white square on the exam table next to him along with what looked like a pair of clear briefs. She also stacked a pair of pants and a shirt on the table as well. But unlike the current orange uniform, these were a light blue and seemed thicker than the usual uniform. “Here’s how this is going to work and (she glanced sharply at Shane who looked ready to protest again) you really don’t have any say in this. We have to protec the other inmates from biohazards and other issues. Next to you is your new uniform for today. The briefs are in case you have another accident and the plastic pants are there to catch any leaks you might encounter.”

“Excuse me?” Shane picked up the “so called briefs” and instantly recognized them as a diaper. “This is a diaper, for babies. There’s no way I can wear this.”

Shane could see it now, he’d have on diapers in this prison and he’d be the prison bitch for sure. Forget delivering drugs to keep himself safe, there would be no way he’d recover from this.

The nurse shook her heard. “You don’t have a choice, it’s for your own safety, your own good.”

Shane crossed his arms. “It’s not happening.”

The nurse shrugged and pressed a button next to her desk. An intercom came on. “Can we please get a guard in here.” The nurse sat down. “The guards will take care of you. Most patients are reluctant at first, which is understandable.”

Before Shane could react, four guards hustled into the room, two of them grabbing his arms, while the other two grabbed his legs. They easily grabbed the towel he had been holding from him and held him down. The nurse to her credit stayed calm while Shane did his best to kick and scream. But all he could really do was scream, he legs and arms were in essence, locked to the table.

The nurse stepped between him and unfolded the brief and slid it underneath him. It was clear, based on the way the brief was designed, that it was more like a diaper than anything else. The back of the diaper was so thick, it caused his back to arch slightly as it was artificially lifted off the table. She reached under the table and pulled out a bit of powder and sprinkled it on his crotch area. Had Shane not been completely cold because of the shower and the room, he might have enjoyed that for a moment, but instead he was livid. All he could do was watch as the nurse took her time to tape the diaper shut and then reached for the plastic pants. The plastic pants snapped together on the sides magnetically. They caused the diaper to push against him so he was constantly aware that he was wearing the infantile, offending garment. Later, after hours of trying, Shane would figure out that there was no way he was going to be taking the diaper or the plastic pants off without the magnetic key.

The guards left the room as the nurse thanked them and returned back to her desk and jotted some notes on the clipboard. Shane desperately grabbed at the plastic pants, but they wouldn’t budge. This was absurd, how could they do this to him? He had rights after all.

But the nurse looked at him without pity. “If you manage to keep your diapers dry today, then you won't have to wear them tomorrow.”

Shane looked up. “What?”

“If you mangae to keep your diapers dry, you won’t have to wear them tomorrow. Well, till the end of tomorrow anyway.”

Shane brightened up. That wasn’t a bad deal, he’d just limit his intake of water for the day and come back and they’d remove the offending garment. He could do that.

Shane put on the baby blue uniform and squirmed slightly. Looking in the mirror he noticed that his rear end poofed out considerably. In fact, his entire crotch bulged out because of the thick diaper. To make matters worse, as he was escorted back to his cell, he realized the diaper caused him to seriously waddle. In fact, it was a struggle to keep his legs together even. Luckily, it was still the middle of the night so he didn’t have to deal with the other inmates ragging on him.

The guard locked his cell behind him and Shane climbed into bed. He noticed his cell smelled like bleach, no doubt because they had cleaned the room in his absence. He had to remind himself to thank his roommate later. Maybe he’d throw him some credits later on for the commissary. As Shane drifted to sleep, he had one thought on his mind. He needed to stay dry at all costs, he wasn’t about to be diapered for another day.

Little did he know, life had other plans for him.

[Pierry Louys]

Good beginning! Curious to see what gonna happen next 

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Interesting premise... I'm curious about what happens next as well!

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Interesting start, I wonder where things go from here.

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***

“This is bad.” Gary said over breakfast the next day as he and Shane huddled at their table. Gary had taken one look at Shane the next morning and gasped. He didn’t realize they were still running the Locke Program at this prison.

“The Locke Program?’

Gary shuddered slightly stabbing his hard oatmeal with his spork. “Yeah, it’s named after Raymond Locke. The first person to… you know… have to deal with this.”

“What happened.”

But Gary refused to talk about it instead nodding his head to the left where the man with the barrel chest from earlier was approaching the table. He bust out laughing when he say Shane’s uniform.

“Someone got Locked huh?” He laughed out loud, his buddies joining in.

Shane took a deep breath and ignored him.

“I’m at a loss for words, because you did such a great job yesterday delivering the package. You’re going to do it again for me today.”

Shane stayed quiet. He didn’t want to piss this guy off anymore than he had too. But his roomate seemed to have slightly larger balls than he.

“Any chance he can do something else? You know, laundry, bum cigs? Yesterday was pretty rough for him.”

The barrel chested man laughed. “This isn’t Bruger King,” he said quoting a slogan from the early 2000’s betraying the length of time he’d already spent removed from society. “You can’t have it your way. You’re going to meet a friend of mind at visitation and then cough up the goods and deliver them to me.”

Shane simply nodded and stayed hunched over his food.

Gary nodded too as the man left.

“You need to learn how to vomit quick.” Gary pointed to his food tray. “Otherwise you’re fucked.”

Shane’s stomach suddenly felt sour. Gary was right, if he didn’t learn how to vomit, then the drugs would end up and his diaper and the nurse would discover the drugs when it was time to change. That would get him thrown in solitary for sure. Heck, it might even get time added to his sentence.

“What the fuck am I supposed to do?’ Gary hissed across the table.

“No worries. I have a buddy who works in the kitchens. He can get us some expired milk. That’ll do the trick.”

Shane nodded. “Thanks man.”

“In the meantime, you need to hurry up and get going, visitation is in an hour and I am pretty sure the nurse is going to want to check your… er… brief… before then.”

Shane’s face turned red as he realized this was not going to be a fun time for him. Sure enough a few moments later a guard approached him and escortedd him back to his cell. There stood the nurse reading her clipboard. Shane wondered what exactly that thing said and why people who seemed to have power all seemed to have clipboards in this place.

“How is your diaper doing?” She asked as Shane entered the cell.

“It’s fine.” Shane said with a little pride. “Dry, like I said I was going to be.”

The nurse nodded and had him remove his pants. Shane complied. She gave the front of the diaper a squeeze and put a finger in the leg gathers and deemed him honest.

“Good work.” The nurse wrote something down on her clipboard and walked to the door of the cell. “You can come to me today if you think you’re going to have an accident so we can get that diaper off you so you can use the restroom. Remember, that diaper has to stay dry in order for you not to have to wear one the rest of the week.”

Shane nodded.

“Oh, and you can pull your pants up now.” The nurse chuckled and vanished into the hall.

Shane scrambled to get his pants up just in time because a moment later, the guards approached him and told him he had a visitor. For a second, Shane considered not going, he’d have an easier time keeping his diaper dry if he didn’t have to swallow illicit drugs. But then he figured it would be easier to swallow the drugs than have his face rearranged later that night, so he crinkled his way to visitation.

Once again, that woman with the green eyes was there waiting for him, She smirked when she saw his baby blue uniform. Shane sure didn’t feel tough looking like a giant toddler with all of the other hardened inmates in the room speaking to their people. Shane chocked down the drugs and returned to his cell where Gary was waiting for him holding the cup.

“The kitchen people said if you drink this, you’ll vomit pretty quickly.”

“What is it?” Shane peeked inside the cup and saw a few chunks of he didn’t know what inside. It looked like milk, only it had a yellow tint to it and smelled rancid.

“It’s spoiled goats milk. Taken from the women’s prison.”

Shane gaged at the thought of this.

“That’s exactly what we need,” Gary smiled. “You ready?”

Shane nodded as Gary walked him though what the process was going to be like. He’d vomit and Gary would hold a makeshift strainer out for him to vomit into, that way the drugs would be caught and they wouldn’t have to go fishing for them in the toilet. Had Shane not been busy trying to hype himself up to drink the concoction, he would have been a bit more impressed at the genius of all of this. He needed to make sure he thanked Gary who was turning out to be a life saver.

Shane took the cup form Gary and stared at it. He brought it to his mouth and gagged. There was no way in hell he could drink this. This was impossible.

“Dude, don’t think about it… just drink it.” Gary said. “Come on Shane, just drink it. You got this man.”

Shane yelled very loudly and chugged the concoction.

Shen had never tasted death before, but that had to be what death tasted like. The milk was chalky, like eating dry cake and chalk all at once. There was an odd crunch to it as it went down, scraping the sides of his throat. There was this sharp firey aftertaste that clung to his mouth, coating his tounge with a rancid film. The worst part were the chunks, forcing him to chew what should have been a simple liquid.

Instantly, two things happened. His stomach instantly began to cramp, churning rapidly trying to expel the intruder. He gagged as the milk came back up and along with it, the drugs. Gary caught it in the strainer as he was on his knees in front of the toilet, praying to the plumbing gods. The vomited again and again and again. Gary patted him on the back as he did so.

“Good work Shane.” Gary kept saying over and over as he shook the strainer and counted the bags. When Shane came up for air, Gary looked impressed. “Four baggies.”

“Only four?” Shane said rinsing his mouth out. “I swallowed five.”

Another cramp ripped through his gut. Luckily Gary was there with the bowl as he dry heaved.

Gary looked slightly confused. “We are out of vomit juice though…”

“Do you think?” Shane’s gut was on fire as he suddenly felt the need to actually use the bathroom.“Fuck.”

He looked at Gary with panic. “I need to go to the nurse. Now. Get the guard.”

Gary nodded and went to the cell door to call for the guard. Shane tried to stand up, but he couldn't. He bowels wanted to move then. But he held out until the nurse came to the cell.

“I need to use the restroom.” Shane yelled in her direction.

The nurse nodded as Gary stepped aside, and let her enter. Shane noticed he had handed off the four drug packets to another inmate who had been walking by and was watching closely. Shane was sure there was no need to be worried. He had just swallowed the packets, there was no way they’d make it through his intestines so quickly. The nurse grabbed her magnetic key to unlock Shane from his plastic pants when suddenly he felt himself lose complete control.

His abdomen contracted as his stomach pushed and a watery, gooey mess dropped into this diaper. He felt the mess gather in the back as much as possible, and then, meeting resistance, started to creep forward to the front of his diaper. His abdomen cramped again as more liquid mush came out. Shane, still on his knees, leaned forward and let nature take its course while both the nurse and Gary watched with horror.

Once finished, Shane was helped to his feet by the nurse. “Don’t worry, you won’t have to wear it tomorrow… You came and got me.”

Shane nodded slightly, completely humiliated as the nurse helped him pull his pants up and exit the cell. Walking in a loaded diaper was much worse than a dry thick one. For starters, the mess just clung to him in such a personal way reminding him that he’d done something so infantile. Shane couldn’t help but be thankful for the plastic pants as he walked down the hallway. They kept everything contained, and tight against his body.

Once they reached the nurses office, she had him lie down on the exam table where she removed the plastic pants and began to untape the diaper. She made no mention of the mess that was inside and acted like this was a normal day for her at the prison. Shane was thankful for her professionalism as she pulled out some wipes and began to get as much mess into the diaper as possible.

But then the nurse paused for a moment and went back to her desk. She pressed a button and the four guards walked in and held down his arms and legs.

“Is everything okay?” Shane asked.

“Were you sneaking contraband into the prison?” The nurse asked?

Had Shane not just finished emptying himself at both ends he would have shit himself with fear on the spot. But instead he just felt hot.

“No.” He said weakly.

The nurse reached into the diaper and pulled out a small baggie. The baggie he had swallowed earlier.

Shane swallowed hard.

The nurse sighed and removed the diaper from Shane and finished cleaning him up. “You realize there are consequence for your action right?”

Shane dropped into apology mode instantly and began trying to say it would never happen again, but the nurse just tossed the bag into the biohazard bag and grabbed a box from the shelf.

“Get him into the shower please.” She motioned told the guards who walked him to the shower and scrubbed him down. While Shane did not enjoy being man handled, he was glad to finally be clean.

The guards brought him back to the exam table where the nurse had pulled the stirrups from beneath the table. Struggling now, the guards wrestled him onto the table and held him down. The nurse pulled out some lube and coated the device in her hands a bit.

“Now, you know you can’t just bring drugs into this prison. Now I could just go tell the Warden about what you did, but that’d probably add five more years to your sentence.” The nurse placed he finger into Shanes butthole causing him to yelp in shock. She then took two, then three fingers, opening him up more and more. “But I actually devised a program of my own that stops inmates from sneaking in drugs using their rear end.” The nurse nodded at the guards who tightened their grip on Shane. She then plunged the device into Shane’s asshole causing him to yell out. And suddenly it was over.

Shane suddenly felt… extremely open. As if he coudn’t clinch if he wanted too. The nurse taped him up into a new diaper and slid the plastic pants on top. “Naturally, you’ll be in diapers for the next week while you have this device inside of you. Let me tell you how it works.” The guards had let go of Shane at this point, allowing him to sit up and rub his bottom. “The device keeps your sphincter open, which means you can no longer hide things up there. But the side effect is complete loss of bowel control sadly. But -“ She spoke louder as Shane started to protest. “-it’s something you should have thought about before you decided to break the rules. One week with this device and you’ll have learned your lesson.”

The nurse motioned for the guards to take Shane back to his cell. While he was on his way out of the door, the nurse spoke. “I’ll be by at 8 AM, noon and 7PM to change you, if you need it. So you’d better be ready. And inmate…” her eyes narrowed, “I wouldn’t keep smuggling drugs into my prison if I were you. Things can, and will get worse.”

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***

It was an extremely shaky Shane that entered his cell again. It was an odd feeling. Not only did the bulk of the diaper cause his legs to bow open, but he felt as if he was constantly pushing his non-existent sphincter control open. Shane was extremely worried at what would happen when his body decided he needed to void itself. But he had to put it out of his mind for now because his friendly neighborhood “mob boss” would no doubt be waiting for him, wondering why he didn’t have the last baggie that the nurse, Frankie,  took away from him..

But he didn’t; t have long to wait to figure out. Gary and the barrel chested man were both waiting for Shane in the cell.

“You’re one short,” the man said with his arms folded as he scowled.

Gary looked a little nervous. “Come on man, he’s new, it’s possible it just dissolved. You know that happens sometimes.”

The man took a few steps forward and got really close to Shane’s face examining him. “His eyes look just fine. Who did you sell it too?”

Shane felt a little pee escape into his diaper as he was afraid at that moment. He had no excuse, he just got caught. Shane couldn’t tell this man that the prison nurse had picked the baggie out of his diaper. That would ruin any cred the blue uniform hadn’t taken away. Instead he just said, “I am sorry sir. How can I make it up to you?”

The man looked at Gary and then back at Shane. “I should rearrange your face.”

Shane grimaced did his best to brace himself. But the man seemed to have other ideas and instead made an officer.

“I’m going to give you one more chance. My girl will be back tomorrow AM for visitation and you are going to meet her. I am giving you an extra packet to make up for the one you “lost” today.”

Shane protested. He realized with this diaper and whatever it was holding him open permanently, there would be no way in hell he’d be able to deliver the task at hand. He was certain by the end of the day, he’d have a messy, sticky and heavy diaper regardless. Adding drugs to that mix was certain to be discovered by the nurse.

“I don’t think you are in any position to argue with me.” The man said, shaking his head and once again getting close to his face. “The alternative will not be very fun.”

Shane swallowed hard again and nodded as Gary patted the larger man on the shoulders. “Don’t worry, my man Shane’s got this.” He then looked Shane in the eyes. “Right?”

Shane nodded slowly. “Not a problem sir.”

***

“I think the reason you couldn’t vomit is because you’ve had an empty stomach,” Gary pointed out as the two of them sat in the library later that day. “This book says that in order to vomit, your stomach needs to be stimulated, but if it’s empty, nothing will come out.”

Shane nodded. “Do I need extra veggies or something cause god knows I can’t stomach the mystery meat they keep serving in the cafeteria.”

“No one can,” Gary laughed, handing over a few tablets. “These are fiber supplements. Should help us. I’ll get you an extra helping of lunch today. Eat all of it okay.”

Shane nodded, talking the fiber pills and chugging some water. “What’s the alternative?”

Gary looked up from the book he was reading. “Alternative?”

“To being a bitch drug runner.”

“You could always just be a bitch.”

“That doesn’t sound as bad. I don’t want to keep shoveling drugs into my body. It’s getting tiring. Not to mention… the consequences have been very harsh.” Shane tried to adjust himself, but the diaper was too thick. It had grown steadily thicker over the course of the day as he continued to slowly pee.

Gary closed his book as the two of them packed up to head back to their cells. “I don’t think you want to know what the alternative is.” Gary made a left and dragged a waddling Shane to the hospital wing. He pointed to a few people who were inside, with tubes coming out their throat. AlI of them hooked up to a machine or another, breathing slowly. They looked a little different than the people he usually saw on life support on television. These people looked like they had nozzles in their mouth that they drank from, their eyes were covered and their midsections, arms and legs were strapped to the bed. They were also wearing thick mittens that stopped their fingers from moving independently.

They just seemed so helpless.

“That’s the alternative.” Gary said.

Shane balked. “Wait a second… Did he put them there?”

“Claims he did…”  Gary said, leading the way back to the cell block. “But I have some doubts. Not quite sure how they got there, but I’m not about to fuck around and find out.”

Shane nodded. Great point.

Gary stood close to his word and gave Shane his helping of veggies and managed to get an extra helping of mystery meat to ensure his stomach would be full. To make matters even better, Shane had been chugging water too. It’ll make things go down easier.

Shane couldn’t help but wonder how he managed to get stuck in this position. Heading to jail and coerced into doing more crime. This seemed like an incitement of the system to say the least.

Gary and Shane spent the evening joking around and playing checkers. Shane refused to even mention why he was in prison instead pointing out that he only had about five years left. Shane, to his credit, didn’t push the issue, instead focused on the fact that the prison food seemed to be moving right through him. Soon the evening had arrived and the guards told the two of them it was time for their evening yard time.

“You’d better get some air today,” the guard said pointing to the sky. “It’s supposed to rain tomorrow so there might not be yard time.”

So the two of them went to the yard. They kicked a soccer ball around for a little bit and did their best to avoid the gangs that were alway squaring up against each other. In fact, for a moment, Shane forgot he was in prison. But of course, the moment the soccer ball hit the prison gates, the barbed wire ticked him off.

A cramp hit Shane as he was jogging to get the soccer ball that had veered off course. Shane instantly realized that the reason he felt so woozy was because the plug the woman had put inside of him, the one that was holding his sphincter open meant that no resistance was happening down below. He felt this massive bit of sludge slide out of him and drop into his waiting diaper.

Uneasy, Shane kicked the ball back to Gary and ran back to the side of the yard doing his best to stay away from people. Another bit of mush made its way out of him into the diaper. Shane felt completely helpless in this moment, like an infant. There was nothing he could do to stop this from happening. Even if he clenched, he felt it just made things worse. After ten mins of non stop messing, he finally felt like things had calmed down. Shane gingerly walked back to where Gary was.

Gary looked at him, puzzled slightly at where he had vanished off too. Shane grunted that he didn’t want to talk about it as he let some more pee trickle into his diaper.

“Let’s just go back inside,” Shane said.

But it looked like the nurse who had been making her way through the prison yard had other plans. The guys in the yard were following her as she made her way towards the pair of them. Sure she was slightly attractive. But when you’ve been in the clink for so long, any woman was like a magnet to these guys.

“Hey little lady, you dump that husband of yours yet?” One of the guys asked, standing up and trailing after her.

Frankie stuck out her middle finger and stopped in front of Gary and Shane. “Inmate, how’s your diaper?”

Shane turned bright red at the mere mention of the diaper. Gary pretended that he didn’t hear, to keep any dignity that was still around intact for a few more moments. Only, this wasn’t doing much for them. Because Frankie had attracted a crowd every guy in the yard heard the question.

“It’s fine,” Shane mumbled.

But Frankie must have heard him because she instantly stepped closer to Shane and tugged on his pants, pulling them down completely. The entire yard gasped at Shane’s predicament. His diaper had been completely swollen from the mess he made in it earlier so it protruded from the back, holding tight against the plastic pants. But there was a clear discoloration in the front too where he had soaked himself throughout the day while trapped in his plastic prison.

“Looks like you need a change,” Frankie said.

Shane just stood there shaking as the inmates hooped and hollered at the sight in front of them. This was ridiculous, there was no way for his to recover from this. But Gary stood there and didn’t make a sound.

“Lie down for me,” Frankie insisted, pointing to the ground.

But Shane, who did not want to suffer through another humiliation decided he was going to just walk away. He took a step and realized the fatal flaw in the plan a second too late. His pants were still around his ankles. Shane tumbled foreword into the grass causing the inmates to burst out laughing. Shane spun around to stand up only causing the mess trapped inside his diaper to squish around more. The nurse, impatient at this point, snapped her fingers and motioned that the guards should hold him down.

Struggling, Shane was pinned to the ground and the plastic pants unmagnetized. Shane struggled to no avail as the guys in the yard pointed at him and laughed at his predicament. Frankie was methodical in her efforts. First she untamed the diaper revealing the inside contents for the entire yard to see. She rolled the diaper back and began to wipe Shane over and over, to ensure he was clean.

“Omg, is he hard?” One of the inmates asked, shocked.

“Small too,” Another said.

Indeed one the greatest indignities didn’t bypass Shane. He had gotten an erection the moment the air had hit his private regions. He did his best not to cry. But as Frankie lifted up his legs and slid the next diaper underneath him and a booster for the night, he held back tears. Frankie then litioned him up and taped him back up. Finally she snapped the plastic pants back in place.

Then, she grabbed his pants, handed them to the guards and said he could get them back in the morning because he tried to run away. “See you at 8 am.” Frankie said, making a note on her clipboard.

Shane was left sitting on the ground with the other inmates falling over themselves. In his humiliation, Shane felt himself wetting his diaper right before everyone was called inside for the night.

Gary helped him up and they trudged back to the cell block.

It was going to be a long week.

***

That night Shane was tossing and turning. The plug had made it so he had messed several more times before morning. But to make matters worse, he needed to do that favor for the guy down the hall. If everything he put into his mouth was going to come into his diapers and the nurse was going to spot it, he couldn’t for the life of him figure out how he was going to pull this off. Everything seemed to just run through him.

But Gary seemed determined to make sure things were a success. “Our plan is working,” Gary insisted. “Your stomach is ready, watch this.”

And without warning, he pushed his finger to the back of Shane’s throat causing him to instantly vomit.

Wiping his mouth, Shane was impressed. “Wow,” he said, clutching his sides. “It really did work.”

Gary nodded. “I got your back man.”

At that moment, there was a knock at the cell door as Francis entered for Shane’s morning diaper check. Shane was starting to get used to this. Frankie took notes on his clipboard, while Gary pretended to be interested in the walls of the cell. Shane, through the humiliation, had a feeling that if he could just ride this out, he could make it through the rest of his sentence. Pay his debt to the guy down the hall and spend the next year of his life here in obscurity. Shane had already given up on the idea of keeping his diapers clean and Frankie seemed to have similar feelings as well, Shane’s mind was already focused on the next task at hand, not getting caught.

This time he did what he had to do. Around 11:45 he swallowed the packages from the mysterious visitor and trudged back to his cell where Gary was waiting with the strainer. But right when he started the vomiting process, he heard the cell door open. Almost messing his diaper in shock, Shane saw Frankie walk into the cell unannounced.

“What the hell?” Frankie’s mouth dropped open as she watched two grown men huddled over the sink while one vomited chunks of drugs.

“He’s not feeling well ma’am,” Gary said frantically hoping to distract her from the drug baggie that was falling out of Shane’s mouth.

But Frankie yelled for the guard and - shockingly- reached her hand in the sink and pulled out the little baggies.

“Are you kidding me?” Frankie held up the bag for the room to see. “How many more were there?”

Gary was quiet as Shane felt some more mess ooze into the back of his already loaded diaper  “Just one,” Gary whispered.

“Come with me,” Frankie dragged Shane out of the cell and down the hall. Gary was left behind the cell to clean up the vomit. Shane prayed that Gary had managed to hide the other baggies before Frankie had entered. He shuddered at the thought of what would happen if he didn’t deliver what he’d promised.

Frankie pushed open her office door and told Shane to sit down in the chair in the corner of the room. The guards hustled him into the chair and to Shane’s shock, he realized he couldn’t touch his feet on the floor. The guards chained his arms and legs to the chair. Shane tried to struggle, but each time he did, all he could feel was the squish of the diaper underneath him and caused the chair to creak a tiny bit. The guards put a tray on top of his torso so he couldn’t see his hands and then put some sort of gag into his mouth.

“So you want to continue putting things into your mouth that don’t belong?” Frankie asked, looking at her clipboard. “Then you’re going to wear this mouth shield until you can demonstrate you can behave yourself.”

The mouth shield had a large bulb inside of it that filled up his entire mouth. As he sucked on the rubber teat, he felt slobber drool over the side of his mouth and onto his baby blue uniform. He tried to spit it out, but it was held tightly. No matter what he didn't do, he couldn't speak. All he could do was whimper.

One of the guards entered the room with what looked like an IV bag and handed it to Frankie. Frankie thanked the man and approached Shane who continued to struggle.

But it was clearly no use.

“This is your lunch,” Frankie said, hanging the bag above his head and feeding the nozzle into the other end of what could be reasonably called an adult pacifier. “For the next week, this is how you’re going to intake your food until we can make sure you’re not putting things in your mouth that you’re not supposed to.”

Shane felt the liquid in the IV enter the bulb and then leak slowly into his mouth. He had no choice but to swallow or risk gagging on the concoction. It tasted extremely sweet, with a slight chalky aftertaste. Shane sucked over and over as the thick liquid kept coming. He felt himself helplessly wetting his diaper over and over and the mess from his bottom spreading into the seat of his plastic prison. Shane couldn’t help but feel completely helpless and he realized there was absolutely nothing he could do about it.