He'd only been in prison for two weeks before the warden , a cold female figure who relished the prospect making the men's lives as miserable as possible, called for him. He was marched to a room where 4 prison officers were waiting. He was confused and worried, he had heard stories of inmate beatings and assumed that he was about to be on the receiving end of one. However, a sting in his arm made him spin round in time to see the warden holding a syringe before everything went black.
When he woke up he couldn't believe what had happened. He was in the prison gym with about 20 other inmates. They were all lying on plastic covered gym mats and all had they're left wrist handcuffed to their left ankle and the same on the right side. They all wore white t-shirts and had all been pinned into thick terry nappies, which were encased in clear plastic pants. They had also been gagged with large babies dummies, which had been secured with ribbons tied behind their heads.
The Warden entered and smiled at the helpless men.
"You’re probably wondering why each of you were given breakfast in your cells this morning. Well, it was a farewell gift. You are all being transferred today, but one of you is going to Justix prison and the rest to Orman. We have dressed you in nappies as we thought we'd let you decide yourselves who gets to go to Justix"
Justix was renowned as being the hardest prison in the country, murder, rape and beatings were common place. Orman would be a doddle compared to it.
"The first one to wet and mess his nappies will be sent to Justix to help him grow up."
She looked at Stuart and smiled, something about it made him very uneasy. They'd been trussed up for about half an hour when the urge to pee hit Stuart very suddenly and strongly. He couldn't remember a time when the urgency had been so great, he was also developing a strong urge in his behind as well. With his legs pulled back and spread wide by being attached to his wrists he found it impossible to hold his bladder any longer. He let out a whimper as a warm torrent flooded into his nappy. One of the guards spotted his distress and approached. A very obvious yellow stain had spread across the front of his nappy and down between his legs.
"Half way there Stuart, I hope you're not going to be a baby about this" and he walked off laughing.
Stuart's stomach cramps were increasing by the minute, and he began to sweat in his efforts to keep clean. Looking around, no-one else seemed to be suffering the way he was. Before long the effort was becoming too much and he released more pee as he paniced to keep himself clean. Maybe if I left just a little out it will relieve the pressure and the guards wont notice he thought. He relaxed his sphincter slightly to try and let just a small amount out. He felt the warm soft mush ooze from his rear into the seat of his nappy. He was concentrating so hard he failed to notice the guard approach from behind.
“PRISONER 12654! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”
Stuart jumped with shock and immediately lost control. A loud rumbled signalled his fate as he erupted into his nappy. His bowels worked completely beyond his control and by the time he'd finished he could feel the huge load being pushed against his behind by the tight nappy and plastic pants.
Two guards released the cuffs from his ankles and carried him over to a wheel chair. He was pushed down into it and the handcuffs were secured to the arm rests. As his sat he could feel the hot mushy load shift and spread as it was forced over his backside and up between his legs. The nappy trapping and holding it close to his body. He watched, helpless, as all of the other inmates were released from their bonds and nappies and ordered into the showers. Before long he was alone in the room sitting in his wet and messy nappy, surrounded by the unused nappies and baby pants of the other prisoners.
The warden walked in and surveyed the scene.
Checking some of the discarded nappies she said
"Well, it seems that you're the chosen one, in fact you look to be the only one who messed his nappy. I guess we should have put you in them from the start for safety. Now I'm going to release you and you are to collect all of the nappies and plastic pants and put them in the nappy bins over there. Then we'll get you ready for your trip to Justix."
She undid the handcuffs and Stuart started to get up. Then a sudden twinge in his bladder and another torrent invaded his nappy. He gasped in shock.
"Wow, you really need that nappy don't you. That's three time in the last hour." She laughed and left the room.
He got to work but each time he bent over, the mess in his nappy spread a little more and by the time he had finished his balls were covered as well as his behind.
About 10 minutes after he'd finished 4 female guards entered and hand cuffed his hands behind his back before marching him into an adjoining room. He was surprised as he’d never seen a female guard working there before but they were just as in control as their male counterparts.
A large medical table stood in the middle of the adjacent room and he was laid face down on it. His handcuffs were undone, his t-shirt removed and his hands pulled up to the top of the table where they were secured together again and attached to the table. The guards took it in turn to mock his lack of control, prodding the seat of his full nappy as they did so.
They turned him over onto this back and began removed the plastic pants and the nappy. A spreader bar was attached between his ankles and this was attached to a pulley above the table. Then his legs were raised high up and the guards cleaned his nappy area up.
Once clean they spread a thick cream all over his arms, legs, chest and nappy area and left him for about 5 minutes. He felt a mild burning and when the guards returned and began cleaning him up, he realised with horror that all of his body hair was coming off with the cream. He tried to protest but the dummy was still in place and effectively gagged him.
Once he was clean again nappy rash cream and baby powder was spread all over his nappy area. Then another large terry nappy was folded and slipped under him before he was lowered back onto it. The front was pulled up between his legs and pinned tightly before his legs were released. Then a large pair of yellow plastic pants were pulled up his legs and over the bulky nappy. Some white socks and a pair of trainers were fitted to his feet and his hands were released. They sat him up and put his T-shirt back on before fitting his hands into a pair of thick mittens. These were locked at his wrists and effectively disabled the use of his hands, other than for clasping things between them. He was then buckled into what could only be described as a set of pink baby reins. These had two metal clips on the chest band and the guards secured a mitten to each using a small D ring attached to the cuff. He was then sat back into the wheel chair and two more clips on the back of the reins clipped on the chair, thus holding him fast.
One of the guards went to the intercom and called the warden.
"He's ready for your inspection know marm"
"Excellent, I'll be right down, give him something to drink before he goes will you."
"Yes, right away"
She signalled the other guards who fitted a metal rod to the side of the chair and attached what looked like an enema bag to it. However, the tube was then connected to the back of his dummy, and the fluid released. The bulb of the dummy filled with what tasted like milkshake and he was forced to nurse like a baby.
The warden arrived and smiled at him. She pushed her hand between his legs and began to massage the bulk of nappy covering his pen-is. Humiliated and scared as he was, he immediately began to get erect and tried to escape his bonds, but he was held fast and could do nothing to stop her. He wriggled about to try to avoid her ministrations, but she was in control and toyed with him at her will. As he approached orgasm he began to whimper, but on the point of release she stopped and giggled.
"Well, you’re now ready for your next prison. Are you enjoying your baby formula? Let me tell you what's going to happen, I think you'll be quite surprised. You see, the pay for guards at these prisons is very poor, and so we earn ourselves little bonuses by selling adult baby slaves. When you arrived we monitored and could see that you were pretty quiet, and will make an excellent baby, especially after 3 months at the baby clinic. The moment you finished your breakfast you were doomed. We added a strong diuretic to your orange juice and your cereal contained a large amount of bulk fibre and a good mix of laxatives. Everyone else and anti diarreah drugs and so they will be bunged up for a day or two. I guess what your wondering is how we cover up your disappearance. Well, after we drop the others off, we will stage a fake escape. You will be transferred to another car and your adult life will be over. People will assume that you are on the run and so you will not be missed at the jail. In a couple of weeks we'll find a dead bum in the city and he'll become you, and reported as being shot trying to escape. No-one will really know what became of you. In 3 months you will be as helpless as a baby, totally incontinent, craving all things babyish. We will then sell you to your new mother who will pay about $10,000 for her new baby slave. If you’re lucky she'll ask for you to be totally regressed, so you won't remember any of your adult life, and will therefore suffer no humiliation. However, most of our clients want a baby slave just so that they can humiliate them at every opportunity. Inside you'll be an adult, but you will be helpless to stop acting as anything other than a great big baby"
The guards all laughed and in panic his body sent another stream of warm pee into his nappy. He squeezed his legs together but could do nothing to stop the flow. When he'd finished the warden instructed the guards to dress him for the bus trip. 'At least I won't have to wear the nappy on the bus' he thought, but he was wrong. The harness was removed and he was released from the chair. The four guards took a limb each and carried him to the changing table. They produced a pair of overalls that had poppers up the legs, front and sleeves. This meant that they could be put on and removed without having to release the wearer from any bonds he may be in. They snapped all of the poppers closed except the ones between his knees and his waist. This meant that the front on his nappy was exposed. The Warden returned and, as the four guards held him down, she started to rub the front of his now wet nappy.
"Did diddums do baby wetties in his nappy den, who's a clever baby. Nice Warden is going to reward baby"
He once more became erect and tears began to well up in his eyes as she molested him. The humiliation was intense and there was nothing he could do to stop it. As she worked his shaft in the warm wet nappy he began to cry. He could feel the warm wet terry sliding up and down his shaft, his body began to tingle all over, ripples of pleasure began to converge on his pen-is until finally he erupted in to his nappy. Squirt after squirt pumped into the soft material and by the time he'd finished he was acting just like a real baby, crying freely as they did the rest of the poppers up over his messy nappy.
They marched him out of the room and onto the bus. The other prisoners looked at him and started to whisper as he was sat down and his mittens secured to the back of the seat in front of him. He still had the dummy in place and his bulging rear must have given his nappied state away.
The other prison was about 2 hours drive away and after about 90 minutes Stuart felt the familiar cramping again. After another ten minutes he was sweating trying to hold himself, but as the prison came into sight he could hold on no longer and filled his nappy for the second time that day. As the bus bounced down the road hs load spread again and his sticky warm nappy slide and caressed is bottom. He could feel the other prisons all looking at him and soon they were all laughing and making comments.
"Gee, I hope you still got your nappy on baby"
"Hey baby pants, are you old enough to be in prison?"
"Shouldn't you be going to the nursery instead of the prison?"
This last comment was too much and he began to cry again,. What did the future hold, surely he wasn't really going to be turned into a baby. However, if he turned up to Justix like this he wouldn't stand a chance.
Stuart watched in despair as the coached emptied until he was the only passenger. The coach started up again and they were on their way. Stuart was in a daze as they headed across country but he was snapped out of it by a loud bang. Someone had shot the front window out.
The bus slewed to a halt and the three guards hit the deck. 5 masked gunmen surrounded the bus and ordered the guards to release him. One of the guards began unclip him from the seat.
"Don't let them take me" he said "I don't know them"
But the guard just looked at him and said, "you'll get another 2 years when we catch you again"
He was then pushed out of the bus and grabbed by the gunmen. The overalls were ripped off him and left on the floor and he was pushed into the back of a van. His bladder released again with fear as the doors were closed and off they went. As they drove he was bounced about in the back, the mess in his nappy was squished all over his neither regions. He had wet once more before the van stopped and he sat there waiting. His overloaded nappy had leaked badly and he was covered in his own mess. Suddenly he heard a quiet hiss and his vision started to blur, then it was lights out.
Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
Topic: The Baby Prisoner (Read 27351 times)
