It took a special kind of person to be a prison guard. Most of Cassie Thompson’s coworkers seemed to relish in the control and power they had over their fellow women. It was almost a prerequisite for the job. Cassie always tried to show compassion for the inmates. Her own mother had been in and out of prison while Cassie was growing up, and the guard was aware that under not too different circumstances, she could have ended up in the orange jumpsuit herself instead of her blue uniform. A lot of these girls had just been dealt a bad hand, and Cassie prided herself on doing what she could to make their incarcerations at least a little more bearable.

Most of them, anyways.

There was just something about Kiesha James. Big Momma to most of the other inmates, and even a few guards, Kiesha had climbed to the top of the prison hierarchy with unheard of speed, slotting into the top in her short time in the correctional facility through a combination of cunning, guile, and frankly, just a lot of luck, filling the power vacuum created when the previous queen of the block had been released on bail right before Kiesha was incarcerated, and the other contenders were too busy fighting each other.

She hadn’t done her time like the other prisoners, hadn’t done her dues to earn the position she found herself in, and it rubbed Cassie the wrong way. She seethed when she saw the prisoner sitting in a chair in the laundry room, atop a pile of towels. As if her fat ass deserved a cushion, let alone a chair. None of the other inmates who had worked in the laundry room had a chair, but Kiesha had gotten herself one somehow, and was just sitting there, smug as can be.

“Kiesha!” Cassie burst into the laundry room, her right hand resting pointedly on her night stick.

“Yes, Miss Cassie,” she replied, looking up from the magazine she was reading.

“Where’d you get the chair?”

Kiesha looked down on the chair she was seated on. It was just a metal folding chair, one of many they had in the prison, and she could have gotten it from just about anywhere, but still, she shouldn’t have it there. “I dunno. It was here when I came in, seemed a shame not use it.” She looked squarely at the guard. “It’s not as comfy as I’d like, but I make do.”

Cassie didn’t believe her one bit. “On your feet. It doesn’t matter where it came from, it doesn’t belong in here.”

“Aw, sweetie, you’re not gonna be like that, now are you?” Kiesha asked, making no move to get up. “My feet get tired being on them all day.”

“You’re in prison, not a resort. Everybody else has no problem standing, now on your feet.” Cassie’s grip tightened on her night stick, the rubber handle squeaking as she rubbed her thumb up and down it.

Kiesha sighed, carefully marking her page in her magazine with a gum wrapper and slowly setting it down next to her before making a dramatic show of getting up. The entire time Cassie watched, all but tapping her foot to demonstrate her impatience with the inmate. “Satisfied?” Kiesha asked.

“No,” the guard replied flatly. “Let’s see what other contraband you’ve got on you. Let’s go, you know the drill. Turn around, arms behind your head.” She made a spinning gesture with her finger.

“Are you being serious right now, sweetie?”

The others might buy the honeys and the sweeties that Kiesha tossed around as just part of her charm, but Cassie heard them for what they truly were: pure condescension. And she wasn’t having it.

“Dead serious, inmate. Routine physical inspection. Let’s go. Or do I have to make you?”

“Sugar, you’re not gonna make me,” Kiesha said, even as she turned around for the guard.

Cassie stepped up behind her and knelt, patting up the legs of the prisoner’s orange jumpsuit. As she rose, standing to tower over the much shorter woman, she leaned over her, whispering, “I just did. You act like you’re queen of this prison, but you’re incarcerated just like everyone else, and I’m in charge here.”

“Pshaw,” Kiesha scoffed.

Her indifference infuriated Cassie, and the guard gripped the inmate’s uniform tighter as she frisked her upper body, pulling the jumpsuit even tighter around Kiesha’s heavyset frame. “You scoff, but you’re in here, missing your baby girl grow up, and no amount of chairs or special treatment is gonna make up for that.”

Guilt washed over Cassie the second the words left her lips. It was common knowledge that Kiesha had been pregnant during her trial, and her newborn baby was taken away from her right before she was incarcerated and put into the foster system. Even the cruelest of the other inmates never mentioned it; there were some things you just didn’t say, even in a place like this.

Kiesha’s posture slumped as though she’d been physically hit, the normally proud woman who stood proudly even at her meager full height of 5’3” shrinking down several more inches as her whole body seemed to crumple in on itself.

“I’m sorry, Kiesha, I didn’t mean that,” Cassie stammered to get the apology out, practically holding the prisoner up by the back of her jumpsuit.

Kiesha mumbled something Cassie couldn’t make out. Cassie tried to turn the inmate around to face her, but strong as she was, Kiesha’s considerable mass was dead weight, and the childless mother would not budge.

Cassie had to fix this. Kiesha had a lot of influence with the other girls, inmates and guards alike, and if she got labeled as a ruthless, insensitive cunt, it would make her job a lot more difficult. Giving up on moving Kiesha, Cassie moved around in front of the prisoner, having to crouch so she could look up into the shorter woman’s bent forward face. “Kiesha, I didn’t mean that.”

Kiesha’s full lips moved, barely any sound coming out. Cassie tilted her head, putting her ear to the prisoner’s lips.

“You shouldn’t have said that,” Kiesha hissed, suddenly more than audible, her breath hot and powerful in Cassie’s ear. And then the inmate grabbed the guard.

Letting her guard down and getting within reach was a far bigger mistake than saying what she had said. Cassie panicked for a brief second as Kiesha’s thick arms circled around her neck. By the time her training kicked in, it was too late.

“Oh no you don’t.” Kiesha smacked her baton out of her hand when Cassie tried to bring it up to defend herself. Unarmed and with her height advantage robbed from her from the start, Kiesha wrestled her to the ground with ease, pinning the struggling guard under her considerable weight.

“Get off me!” Cassie gasped. She stretched her hand for her radio to call for help, her fingers sliding across the stubby antenna, unable to free it from its hostler and press the button that would alert her fellow guards to her plight.

“Shhhhh,” Kiesha cooed, pushing Cassie’s head lower, pressing the guard’s face between her meaty breasts. “You’re gonna take a nice little nap for me, sweetie. And then Big Momma has plans for you.”

“Mmmmbbblmmm!” Cassie cried, her voice lost in Kiesha’s sweaty cleavage. She couldn’t breathe, her mouth and nose lost in a sea of dark, heavy flesh.

“Just relax, baby girl. Nighty night.”

Spots swam across the guard’s vision as oxygen deprivation set in. She couldn’t reach her radio; she couldn’t budge Kiesha’s form from atop hers. Worries that she’d get reprimanded for letting a prisoner get the drop on her gave way to real fears that she might die, smothered to death in the prison laundry room in between an inmate’s jugs.

“Don’t fight it. Be a good girl and go to sleep for Big Momma. Just close those big green eyes of yours and relax.”

“Mmmbblmm,” her cry was weaker, her lungs empty and burning for sweet air. One of Kiesha’s big hands petted her hair a few times before closing her panicked eyes for her, trapping her in darkness.

“Go to sleep, baby girl.”

Out of air, Cassie listened, blacking out.

* * *

Cassie groaned as she slowly returned to consciousness. She kept her eyes closed, not yet ready to be awake, but she was uncomfortable, and returning to a blissful sleep eluded her. Her shoulders ached and her mouth was dry.

Her eyes snapped open as she recalled what had happened, Kiesha overpowering her and smothering her.

It was pitch black, and when she tried to move her arms, she felt the sharp bite of steel against her wrists, and heard the telltale clink of chains. Her handcuffs. The bitch had used her own cuffs on her, locking her arms behind her back.

The dryness in her mouth was due to a bundle of cloth jammed in her mouth, more fabric digging into the edges of her cheeks from a gag tied around her head.

The guard rolled onto her side, reaching with her bound hands around her waist. Her radio, her baton, her entire belt was gone, her brown uniform slacks hanging loosely on her hips.

“Mmmmnnnph?” she gave an exploratory shout through her gag, and listened for any sort of response, looking blindly into the dark. There was nothing.

That could be bad, but it could be good. It gave her the opportunity to escape before anyone else found her like this. She was sure she’d still be in a world of trouble from the higher ups, but if she managed to get free and deal with Kiesha before anyone else found her, she might get away with just a slap on the wrist.

Curling her legs up to her chest, Cassie started trying to work her wrists up in front of her. “Fughffnnn faphhh aphhh,” she cursed her fat ass as she struggled to get the short length of chain up over her ample booty. Finally, she managed to wriggle the manacles under her butt, and then immediately hooked them on the heels of her shoes. Cursing again into her gag, she popped both her shoes off and then was able to get her sock clad feet under the short length of chain. From there it was easy to get her hands up and yank the gag from her mouth. Cassie sputtered and retched to get the taste of what felt like a towel off her tongue.

She was still handcuffed, but with her hands now in front of her, she started exploring, blindly feeling around, trying to figure out where she was. Her mouth now free, she considered calling for help, but the guard held off, partly because she was still holding onto hope that she could get out of this on her own, but also because she wasn’t sure who might hear here. Her fellow guards showing up to rescue her would be embarrassing and a professional setback, but if other inmates found her like this…. She didn’t dwell on that particular scenario. Instead, she focused on moving around, shuffling forward on her knees for now so she wasn’t stumbling around blindly in the dark. The floor she was on was tile of some sort, smooth linoleum, with scarcely a gap between the square tiles. That didn’t narrow it down much, there was pretty much tile anywhere in the prison the floors weren’t just bare cement. She had to still be in the prison, right? Kiesha had pilfered her keys as well, but those alone weren’t enough for the prisoner to escape, let alone get out with an unconscious prison guard. Cassie wracked her brain for where Kiesha could have possibly stashed her, until her fingertips hit the wall, sinking into a squishy barrier before finally pressing into something more unyielding.

“There’s no way…” she said out loud, her fingertips tracing the roughly square, pillowy contours of the padded bulge in front of her, finding the little rivets in the four corners.

Years ago, many years, at least a decade before Cassie even started working at the Hartford County Women’s Correctional Facility, the prison had to be remodeled. Things had to brought up to more modern codes and standards. Some of the more senior guards and even a few of the older lifers would occasionally talk about the old days, when prisoners could be chucked in solitary for bad behavior, strapped in straitjackets and thrown in soundproof padded rooms until they were more receptive to their sentences. Surely all those old cells had been converted to offices and storage spaces during the renovations, but as Cassie’s fingers felt along more and more of the padded wall, she became more and more convinced that was exactly where she had found herself. Climbing to her feet, the padded wall extended higher than she could reach even standing on her toes. Slowly, Cassie began inching to her right, sidestepping along the wall until she almost tripped over a box. She stooped, feeling around until she opened it and cautiously plunged her hands inside. More packages were inside, long, rectangular thin cardboard cartons that she recognized almost immediately. Cigarettes. Smokes were a secondary currency among the inmates, and a stash this size explained why Kiesha held so much sway in the yard. A smile crossed Cassie’s lips. If she busted Kiesha with a big load of contraband, her bosses would have to overlook her little blunder.

The guard kept going, finding more boxes. Plastic baggies that were likely filled with drugs, books and magazines, more things she couldn’t identify by touch alone. It was a treasure trove, one she would get so much satisfaction out of ripping out from under that bitch Kiesha. The special treatment and cushy little corner “Big Momma” had carved out for herself would disappear so fast, and Cassie couldn’t wait to watch. She just had to get out first.

A little more exploration and Cassie mapped out the entire room. It was hard to gauge the size of the space going off of feel alone, but she wagered the room was only about ten feet by ten feet, a small padded cube with one door she could feel the edge of but could find no handle on the inside. Laying back down on the cold tile floor, she investigated the small slot at the bottom of the door, presumably where the guards used to slide food into the cell without opening the door. It, like the door, didn’t seem to have any way of being opened from the inside. Pressing her ear to the slot, she listened, and thought she could make out a faint humming noise, maybe machinery. Perhaps the forgotten cell was in the laundry room. That would make sense, Kiesha had access and the guards rarely delved too deep into the large room filled with washers and dryers, and a couple storage closets. It was likely that this room was supposed to be just that, but instead of detergent and spare linens, the inmates were keeping smuggled contraband inside. And a careless guard, as well.

She could try and spin it as a sting, where she suspected Kiesha had some secret spot, and she let herself get knocked out and stashed there so she could uncover what the prisoner was up to. It wasn’t the best plan, but it was something, she decided as she worked up to calling for help. Cassie’s optimism of escaping the cell on her own was starting to wane. She wasn’t sure how long she’d been in there, or even how long she’d been unconscious, but her bladder was letting her know it was full. Even if she did manage to come out as a hero for finding the inmate’s stash and gathering up all this contraband, her fellow guards would never let her hear the end of it if she pissed in the corner like an animal. As she squeezed her thighs together, shifting in discomfort, while she stared blindly at the latch at the bottom of the door, she considered peeing into one of the boxes of cigarettes. That would serve those bitches right. But they wouldn’t be trying to smoke her urine drenched Newports if they were all confiscated, so she pushed her discomfort out of her mind as she braced herself to call for help. There was no other choice at this point.

“Hello?” she called first, still not ready to admit that she needed help. The padded walls seemed to absorb her cry, no trace of an echo in the small space reaching her ears. “Can anyone hear me?” she yelled, louder this time.

She listened intently. All she could hear was her own breathing, and a faint, rhythmic humming coming from the other side of the door.

“Hello!?!” she screamed. “Is there anyone out there!?!” She started banging her fists against the door, her hands landing with unsatisfying thuds as the padding absorbed her blows. Twisting her arms around, she tried wrapping her metal cuffs against the slot, but even that was covered with a soft layer of sound dampening cushion.

“Anybody!?!” Cassie screamed. “I—” she hesitated. “I need help!!!”

Just vocalizing that truth made her slump forward, her forehead pressed up against the padded door. She’d fucked up, and she couldn’t get free on her own. Cassie would have to deal with the consequences of someone finding her here, locked in an old padded cell, cuffed with her own handcuffs.

“HELLLLPPPPP!!!!” she bellowed at the top of her lungs. “SOMEBODY HELP MEEEEEEE!!!”

Light suddenly filled the room. It was only a single, old halogen bulb in the ceiling, but compared to the pitch black, it was blinding, and Cassie scrambled to shield her eyes from the brilliance.

The door suddenly swung open inwards, knocking the guard onto the floor. She squinted upwards at the large silhouette standing before her, filling the doorframe and blocking her path to freedom.

“Naughty girl,” Kiesha said.

All her screaming for help, Cassie hadn’t even considered that the one to find her might be Kiesha again. She scrambled to get up, but she was at a disadvantage, the inmate grabbing her by the back of the neck and the cuffs restraining her wrists. Kiesha tossed Cassie further into the padded room, throwing her off balance.

Kiesha grabbed a folded metal chair from outside the door before stepping inside. Cassie cringed, bringing her cuffed hands up over her head. “Please don’t!”

Kiesha laughed, unfolding the chair and sitting down. “I’m not gonna hit you, baby girl. Though I am gonna have to punish you.”

The guard braced her feet against the back wall, getting up on her hands and toes like a sprinter about to take off. “Yeah right, bitch. You’re in enough trouble as it is,” she growled, and then dove for the door. Kiesha’s wide frame blocked the entire door, but Cassie wasn’t planning to get around her. She was going to go through her if she had to. She could clearly hear the whirr of washing machines and dryers running just outside, and all that was in her way was one stupid, fat prisoner.

“I know I didn’t baby proof your nursery yet, but that’s no excuse for—” Kiesha was caught off guard as Cassie launched herself at her. The prison guard was attempting to tackle her backwards off the chair. The inmate was surprised for a moment, but she was a sturdy woman, and even surprised, Cassie didn’t manage to tilt the chair back. Keisha caught the guard redirected her momentum, spinning her around and plopping her over her lap. One hand held the back of her neck and the other placed firmly on the small of her back held Cassie easily in place.

“Get the fuck off me!”

“Such naughty language,” Kiesha chided. “Big Momma might have to wash out her baby girl’s mouth after her spanking.”

“Wait, wha—” her question was answered before she could even ask it as Kiesha’s big, meaty palm collided with her backside. Cassie yelped in pain and surprise. She’d been spanked by a few of her foster parents as a child, but even the shitty ones had never hit her this hard. “Owww!!! Fuck!!!” she bleated as Kiesha spanked her again.

“What did I just say?” Kiesha asked as she continued to spank the struggling guard.

Kiesha’s hand was like a hammer, striking over and over on the guard’s butt and thighs, seemingly at random so Cassie could never brace herself for where the next spank would hit, the clap of Kiesha’s heavy hand drowning out Cassie’s cries of pain.

“I— oww— stop— please— fuck—”

The spanking stopped, but only so Kiesha could grab her by her blonde ponytail and yank her head back. “I warned you,” The towel gag dangling around Cassie’s neck was yanked back up between her teeth and swiftly tied even tighter than before. “No more of that filthy language.”

Cassie reached up for the brutally tight gag, only to have Kiesha grab her by the cuffs again and drag her hands up over her head, pinning her wrists at the back of her neck. “Mmmpphhh!”

“Hush, baby girl. Big Momma’s just getting started with your punishment.” The convict grabbed the waistband of Cassie’s slacks and began tugging them down. The guard wiggled her hips in a desperate attempt to keep her pants up, but without her belt, her big bubble butt was not enough to keep her pants up. “You’ve been a very naughty girl, and you’re going to need a LOT of discipline if you want to be a good baby girl for Momma.”

“Hnnn mppphh! Nnnnphh!” Cassie wailed, shaking her head, her big butt jiggling as her panties were pulled down as well, baring her red rump to the air. “MMMMPHHH!” she screamed as Kiesha’s hand cracked down on her now naked backside, the pain magnified tremendously from before.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me,” Kiesha continued to spank Cassie, her hand a blur as the blows rained down. “Such nasty, hate-filled looks. And I wonder to myself, Big Momma, whatchu gonna do about this uppity white girl? An’ I tell you what, I was stumped. Until you said that awful thing about my sweet little baby girl. An’ that’s when I decided. That’s when I knew, Big Momma, you gonna make that mean white girl into your sweet, well behaved baby girl.”

“Gmmmph!” Cassie cried, thrashing in Kiesha’s lap, but the inmate held her in place with ease, continuing the brutal spanking. Tears were streaming down her cheeks.

“You’ll learn. What you need is a strict—” Kiesha stopped abruptly; her hand poised in the air above Cassie’s beet red bottom. “Well, I’m not gonna punish you for that, baby girl, that’s Big Momma’s fault.”

Cassie was just grateful the spanking had stopped, and it took her a moment to realize why. She sniffled, squirming as she noticed a different sensation. Warm wetness against her crotch, slowing spreading down her thighs and up her stomach.

“I guess I waited too long to get you in your diapers.”

Cassie’s eyes widened, the puzzle pieces coming together. She hadn’t even noticed she’d done it, but her body couldn’t take both the pain of her spanking and the uncomfortable fullness of her bladder. She’d wet herself. At twenty-eight years old, Cassie Thompson had pissed her pants while getting spanked over another woman’s lap.

“You really had to pee pee, didn’t you, baby girl?” Kiesha pushed the guard off her lap, and Cassie curled up on her side, still gasping for breath. The inmate rose to her feet, looking down at the huge wet patch on the legs of her orange jumpsuit. “My goodness. Don’t worry baby girl. Big momma got your plenty of diapers so you don’t make any more messes.”

Cassie was mortified. Kiesha had some sick, twisted plan of turning her into her baby, and she’d already wet herself. She should have been struggling, trying to get away, but she couldn’t bring herself to move. The humiliated guard just stared up at the prisoner as Kiesha stripped out of her wet jumpsuit, standing before her in just her standard issue, white bra and panties that all the inmates were provided, revealing all her many curves and folds and rolls.

Kiesha grabbed something from outside the room, holding it up. Cassie recognized the green package immediately, and slowly began shaking her head, moaning into her gag. “I had to get these from the infirmary,” Kiesha explained, ripping the package open. They stocked them for some of the older inmates who had trouble with wetting their beds. “They’re a little thin for a heavy wetter like you, but I’ll get you something more appropriate. Nothing but the best for my baby girl.” Kiesha tossed a Depends adult diaper on the floor in front of Cassie’s face. She stared at the absorbent brief, her brain still struggling to process what was happening to her. She was so distracted she didn’t notice Kiesha kneeling on the floor in front of her, tugging at her wet pants.

“Nnnmmpphh!” Cassie protested, trying to kick at her tormentor.

“Stop that. Do you want another spanking?” Kiesha caught her ankle, holding it up, and giving Cassie another swat to her tender thigh.

The guard shook her head furiously. She would do anything to avoid another spanking, even letting the prisoner strip her naked, methodically taking off her clothes, leaving her shirt and bra bunched up around her cuffed wrists.

“This won’t do.” Kiesha grabbed a handful of Cassie’s pubic hair, painfully pulling, making the girl squeal in pain. “I should have something in here. Be a good girl and wait for Momma,” she said as she started rifling through the boxes of contraband. “Aha!” Kiesha produced a battery powered trimmer. Cassie shook her head, but the threat of another spanking kept her cooperative while the big woman knelt between her wide-spread legs and began shaving away all her adult hair.

“This’ll be so much better—and so much more fitting for a widdle baby wike you,” Kiesha cooed to her softly sobbing captive. “No more nasty hair down there!”

And just like that, Cassie was as smooth between her legs as a baby. Just how her new Momma wanted her. After cleaning her off and brushing away all the residual hairs, Kiesha picked back up the diaper, stretching it between her hands so Cassie could see. The inmates that had to wear them were often older, and were largely spared the ridicule from their younger fellow prisoners, but Cassie distinctly remembered a young girl, 19 or 20, locked up for the first time in her life and absolutely terrified, had problems wetting the bed. She was the object of ridicule from the rest of the inmates, who’d already sensed weakness the moment the doors locked behind the poor girl. Cassie and the other guards had kindly encouraged her to wear protection. “Everyone knows when you’ve got to wash the piss out of your sheets every morning, but no one will know if you’re wearing these,” they’d told her. The Depends were thin, quiet, discrete. But the rest of the girls knew. And they made the mocking she received got it was a thousand times worse than when they all knew she was just wetting the bed. The poor thing’s lawyer had to pull some strings and finally got her transferred to another prison. The inmates were vicious. And now the most ruthless one was going to put her in a diaper.

Cassie shook her head, pleading and crying through her gag, but she didn’t resist as Kiesha slid the humiliating garment up her legs, lifting her in her strong arms up off the ground so she could pull it up over her tender butt.

“You look so cute!” Kiesha squealed, cradling her in her surprisingly strong arms and squeezing her new baby girl against her chest, their half-naked bodies pressed close together.

“Gmmmnnpphh!” Cassie complained as Kiesha patted her bottom, the padded underwear offering her scant protection from even the gentle taps.

“So fussy still. I bet my baby girl is hungry! Are you hungwy baby girl? Do you want num nums?”

Cassie hadn’t had anything since breakfast, and she had no clue how long ago that had been, but food was pretty far from her mind. Still, if Kiesha was to feed her, she’d have to take her gag out, so Cassie nodded, moaning affirmatively into the drool soaked knot of cloth crammed in her mouth.

“Let’s get some nummy milk in your tummy,” the inmate said, tickling Cassie’s toned stomach before finally untying the cleave gag and letting her spit the uncomfortable thing out.

“Please,” Cassie tried. She didn’t know what she could say, how she could hope to reason with this woman, but she had to try. Kiesha had proved she was more than a match for her physically. “I’ll let you keep your stash. I won’t tell anyone what you…” Cassie trailed off, unable to take her eyes away as Kiesha pulled one of her bra cups down and flopped out one massive tit.

“I know you won’t, baby girl. You’re not gonna tell a soul that you’re my baby girl now.” Kiesha grabbed the back of her head, her stubby fingers digging deep into her hair. “I wouldn’t want anyone to get jealous and try to steal you away from your Momma!”

Cassie’s eyes widened as her head was pulled forward, her slack jaw on a collision course for Kiesha’s wide, dark nipple. “No no nammpph!” Her protests were cut short as for the second time her face was buried in the prisoner’s buxom bosom, this time with a very different intent. Cassie tried to reel back, feeling the other woman’s nipple at her lips, tasting her salty sweat, and something different, something sweet. “Mmmmph!”

“Latch on baby girl,” Kiesha cooed. Cassie tried to push her away, her bound hands caught between them, but the bigger woman’s grip was too strong, keeping her face pressed up against her boob. “Drink Momma’s milk,” she commanded, patting Cassie’s butt harder encouragingly.

Cassie tasted something warm and sweet in her mouth, and to her horror she realized her captor was still lactating. She pushed again against Kiesha’s big belly, her hands sinking into her flabby stomach, and screamed into the smothering boob. “Gggbblmmphh!!!”

“Don’t try to fight it, baby girl. You need Big Momma’s nourishing milk to grow big and strong!”

“Nnbbllmmph!” Cassie clawed with her bound hands, digging her nails in until Kiesha finally relinquished her grip, pushing her away. Cassie gasped for breath, spitting out the mouthful of warm breast milk.

“Bad baby!” Kiesha examined her stomach, checking the scratches where Cassie’s nails had drawn blood.

“I’m not drinking your fucking milk you psycho!” Cassie screamed. Not caring who found her like this anymore, she turned towards the open door and started screaming for help at the top of her lungs. “HELP!!! SOMEBODY HELLLPPPPPP MEEEEEMMPPHHH!!!!”

Kiesha was on her in a flash, pinning her down and clamping her meaty hand over her mouth. “No one’s gonna help you now, baby girl!” she hissed, grabbing Cassie’s wet panties off the floor and scrunching them into a ball. She took her hand off Cassie’s mouth, and crammed the panties in her mouth when the guard tried to scream for help again.

“HBBBLLNNGGFFF!” Cassie screamed, retching at the sour taste of her own urine on her tongue.

“You will be quiet,” Kiesha tied the knotted cleave gag back in her mouth, even tighter than before, forcing the panties deeper into Cassie’s mouth. The prisoner fished Cassie’s stolen keys out of her discarded jumpsuit pocket and unlocked one of her cuffs. Cassie flailed wildly with her newfound freedom, and maybe if she’d focused her attention she might have been able to do something, but she was too busy trying to scratch at her attacker again, push herself up off the floor and crawl for freedom and remove her foul tasting gag to accomplish anything before the big woman jerked her arms behind her back and cuffed them together again.

“You’re going to stay tied up this time,” Kiesha hissed, grabbing her legs, using Cassie’s own pants to tightly bind her ankles, wrapping the other leg around her cuffs, hogtying her. “I think a timeout is in order. Maybe tomorrow you’ll be a little better behaved for Momma.” She slapped her unwilling baby’s diapered ass again for emphasis.

“Ffuggnfff ymmmphh!” Cassie growled, bucking against her new restraints.

“I’m very disappointed in you, baby girl,” Kiesha said as she climbed to her feet, again examining the scratches. “But Big Momma hasn’t given up on her naughty little girl. Oh no. I’ll turn you into my precious, we’ll behaved princess.” She left Cassie alone in the padded room, locking her inside and leaving her in pitch black once more.

The guard fought her bonds, struggling for all she was worth, but her pants and the cuffs held, the knots tied too tight for her fingers to work open. Finally, she lay still, panting through her nose, her bare breasts squashed beneath her on the cold tile. Surely, they’d noticed she was missing by now. Security would check the surveillance; they see Kiesha subdue her. It was only a matter of time before they found the secret padded room and saved her. Cassie didn’t even care anymore that they’d find her, naked save for a diaper, tied up and gagged with her own cuffs and clothes. She just wanted to be free. Later, she’d make Kiesha pay, she’d make sure the bitch never saw the outside of a cell, but for now, she just wanted to be let out of her bonds, to get her soiled underwear out of her mouth, to go home, take a nice relaxing bath, and the go to sleep in her comfy bed. Cassie waited and waited, until she finally got that sleep she wanted, passing out from exhaustion in her uncomfortable hogtie.

The guard woke periodically, unable to get any restful sleep in her predicament. Someone should have found her by now. There was no way her disappearance could have gone unnoticed, and Kiesha couldn’t have a hiding spot so well hidden the prison staff couldn’t find it. It became more and more clear with each uncomfortable waking that she was going to be discovered in a wet diaper as well. Her full bladder added to her discomfort, until she could fight it no more and she flooded her diaper. The Depends was clearly not meant to take that volume of urine at once, and she could feel the warm wetness of her own urine dribbling out under her thighs and belly. Cassie gave a frustrated scream into her gag and did her best to roll and scoot out of her own puddle of shame, but she could not escape the now soggy diaper trapped between her thighs.

It was the longest, most miserable night of her life.

***

The light coming on stirred Cassie from her fitful slumber. She groaned, blinking sleepily as she lifted her head and looked around, quickly locating the door. She’d wet her diaper two more times, and had long since given up trying to stay out of her growing puddle of piss. She was also starving and so incredibly thirsty, her mouth dry and her awful gag seeming to draw all the moisture out.

“Has my baby girl learned her lesson?”

Cassie was suddenly wide awake. It was the next day, and still Kiesha had her captive here. How had no one found her yet? She watched as the door swung open and the insane inmate sauntered in, dropping a pillow case filled to bursting with things that were very much not a pillow on the floor.

“Are you gonna be a good baby for Big Momma? Or do you need to start today with another spanking?”

“Hnnn mmmph!” Cassie cried, shaking her head. She couldn’t bear the thought of another spanking right now; the fiery pain in her butt had dulled, but it still felt like heat was radiating from her tender booty.

“We’ll see,” Kiesha said, unbuttoning her jumpsuit and starting to strip down to her underwear again. “You know Big Momma won’t hesitate to put you back over her knee if you’re naughty.”

Cassie looked longingly over Kiesha’s shoulder as the half-naked woman sat down cross legged in front of her, staring out the slightly ajar door behind her. Kiesha couldn’t shut the door from inside, not without locking herself inside with Cassie. The helpless guard shuddered at the thought. Freedom was so close, but also impossibly far away, not with that massive wall of a woman between her and the door.

“You really just soaked right through your pampers, didn’t you baby girl?” Kiesha noted, pulling Cassie closer to her. The guard blushed, even though it wasn’t her fault. She didn’t choose to be left tied up overnight with no way to use the bathroom and in Depends clearly not designed to handle that much.

“It’s alright, Big Momma is here now. And I’ve got so many presents for my baby girl!” she said excitedly as she released her new plaything from her hogtie.

Cassie groaned as she was allowed to stretch her aching legs and relax her shoulders. She was docile and compliant as Kiesha unlocked her cuffs even. The threat of another spanking alone was enough to make her behave for her new Momma, but she was mostly just too exhausted to put up a struggle. “Mmmph?” she moaned questioningly as Kiesha pulled a roll of duct tape from her pillowcase.

“Momma can’t have you scratching her again. No no no! Baby doesn’t need to use her hands anyways! You’ve got Big Momma to take care of you now!” Kiesha was giddy as she took her former guard’s hands and started tightly wrapping around her fists with the sticky tape.

Cassie’s mind was screaming at her to fight, to get up and run, punch Kiesha in the face and claw out her big brown eyes before her hands were completely useless, but she couldn’t bring her body to do any of those things. She sat there, watching her hands turn into useless grey lumps.

“Much better. Now for those pesky legs!”

Run! Get up and flee while you still can.

The voice in her head was louder, persistent, but Cassie allowed herself to be laid down on her back, and looked up at Kiesha while the prisoner folded her right leg back at the knee, and began wrapping tape around it. Around and around, Big Momma humming happily the whole time until the tape was up to her ankle and thigh, keeping the limb locked. She’d be forced to crawl now. A helpless little baby crawling around on her hands and knees on the floor.

Cassie’s breath started coming in quicker and faster, short gasps through flared nostrils. She was having a panic attack! “Mmmmph!” Her useless hands pawed are her gag, to no avail.  “Knnyyphaa!”

“Settle down, baby girl,” Kiesha chided, starting to frog-tie the guard’s other leg. “Big Momma will take care of you.”

“Gnnnphh!!!” Cassie started to struggle, trying to pull her leg back from the inmate. She failed, earning herself a stinging slap to the side of her thigh, but she couldn’t stop. Flailing her arms around, the panicking guard tried to roll over onto her front.

“My tape’s all twisted up! Look what you made me do!” Kiesha snapped.

“Mmmbbgmmph!!” Cassie had to get free. Her breath was coming in ragged gasps, her panties in her mouth threatening to choke her. She threw her weight to the side, desperate to move, but Kiesha grabbed her newly trapped legs and dragged her closer.

“Come here.”

She sounded so far away. All Cassie could hear was the beating of her own heart, pounding away in her head. Kiesha was speaking again, but she sounded like she was underwater. The big woman doubled and the tripled in her vision as her eyes finally welled up with tears. She swung her taped up fists up at her kidnapper, her trapped hands swinging through empty air before falling heavily back down to her sides. Her swings got weaker and slower until she didn’t have the strength to lift them again. She felt cold air on her bald groin. Kiesha had ripped her soggy diaper clean off, tearing through the sides. She was talking still; Cassie couldn’t understand the words but her tone was soothing. Something cold and wet passed between her legs, a new sensation. Being shaved down there had left her so, sensitive, and this sensation was new. It was pleasant, and clean, the wet wipe slowly warming between Kiesha’s fingers and Cassie’s pussy. Her momma stroked her, in rhythm with her panicked breathing, slowing down gently, and Cassie found her breathing calming to match.

“It’s okay baby girl, Big Momma’s got you. Big Momma knows just what little girl needs,” Kiesha was saying, over and other in her smooth, soothing voice.

The wipe was gone, Cassie hadn’t even noticed when, and it was just Kiesha’s fingers, gently rubbing her slick folds. Her breathing was starting to pick back up, for an entirely different reason, and Kiesha’s pace matched it, her fingers rubbing faster.

“Baby girl likes that. Yes she does. She likes it when Big Momma changes her diapers!”

Cassie tried to bring her bound legs together, but it was a halfhearted effort, Kiesha easily keeping her legs spread to keep working her up. She was disappointed when suddenly Kiesha stopped, and she wiggled her hips, moaning wantonly into her gag. The next thing she felt was something firm pressing against her rear. “Mmmnnnpphh!!!”

“Shhhhh, settle down, baby girl,” Kiesha cooed, rubbing her overstimulated pussy again. “Big Momma knows what’s best for her precious princess.” Kiesha kept pushing, forcing the intruder into the helpless guard’s butt. “There’s one. Can you count with me baby girl? One!”

Cassie shook her head. She wanted to fight, but Kiesha’s fingers felt so good. “Unnnn,” she moaned, putting her tape covered hands over her face, as though she could somehow hide from her shame.

“Two…” the inmate cooed slowly, forcing something else into her baby girl’s absolutely sopping pussy.

“Coooouu,” Cassie echoed through her gag, her breathing picking up again.

“Threeeeee.” Kiesha nestled a third item right up against Cassie’s engorged clit.

“Phrreeeee,” the guard gasped into her panties, her whole body trembling.

“Good girl!” Kiesha praised. “There’s Big Momma’s good baby girl!”

Cassie could have died of shame. She felt Kiesha lift her hips and slowly lower her back down onto something soft. She knew it was another diaper without having to look, keeping her face buried in her hands. The crippling noise was new. The Depends were meant to be discrete, and were quiet, but this was noisy, and there was no way to pretend she was wearing anything else.

“That’s much better, isn’t it?” Keisha cooed, pulling the diaper up between her legs and taping it snugly across her hips. “No more leaks for my little squirter.” She patted Cassie’s now heavily padded crotch, making the girl squirm and moan. The inmate grabbed Cassie’s taped up fists, and pulled them away from her face. Cassie squealed, her deep blush revealed. “Don’t be shy baby girl, not with Big Momma.” She dragged her captive up into a sitting position, Cassie gasping behind her gag as the toys shifted inside her. “Doesn’t that diaper feel good?”

Cassie looked down, her eyes widening. She’d heard the distinctive rustling and crinkling of plastic. She could feel the extra padding between her thighs, the soft, absorbent stuffing cradling her sore bottom and bare, sensitive loins. But she still wasn’t prepared for how babyish the diaper Kiesha had put her in was. It was bright pink, adorned with little cartoon kittens playing all over the front. The top rose up well over her belly button, and even if she got her pants back on, there was no way she could hide what she was wearing. “Hnnn unnn!” she shook her head, trying to pull her hands back.

“Don’t lie, baby girl.” The convict balanced her adult baby on her thigh, grabbing both her wrists in one hand and picking up a small remote off the floor. Cassie watched apprehensively, her eyes flicking between Kiesha’s thumb, poised above a button, and her captor’s wicked smile. “Doesn’t your new diaper your Momma got you feel good?” she asked again, her thumb slowly depressing the button.

The helpless guard squealed as all three devices came to life, buzzing away in her ass, pussy, and over her clit. “Gmmpph!!”

“Yes, my baby girl likes her new diapers.” The inmate began bouncing her new plaything on her leg. Pressing the button a few more times, the vibrations intensified, and then she dropped the remote and let go of Cassie’s wrists, grabbing her by her big boobs to hold her in place while she bounced her. “Yes you do!”

Cassie pawed at her diaper, at first attempting to get at the devices stimulating her, but she just succeeded in pushing the vibrator harder against her clit. The plugs were rammed deeper with each bounce on Big Momma’s thigh, and the woman’s rough groping of her breasts was just too much.

“Tell me you like your diapers, baby girl.” Kiesha untied her gag, plucking the sodden panties from her mouth.

“I… I like my… my diapers!” she panted; her cheeks so hot she felt like she might melt.

“Thank Big Momma for putting you back in diapers and making you her baby girl.”

She couldn’t do it. That was a bridge too far for even her exhausted, broken brain to acquiesce to. Kiesha grabbed the remote again, and suddenly all three vibrators stopped dead.

“No!” Cassie whined immediately, unable to help herself as she bucked her hips and humped her diapered crotch against her captor’s leg like a bitch in heat. She swung her useless hands for the remote, Kiesha easily rebuking her attempts to get at the device that controlled her so easily.

“Thank me,” she said, holding the remote back, thumb hovering over the button again. “Tell Big Momma how grateful you are.”

She could just stay quiet. She wouldn’t have to degrade herself to the woman who had knocked her out, abducted and humiliated her, held her captive. And she wouldn’t have to cum in a diaper either.

But she WANTED to cum in her diaper. She knew she shouldn’t want that. Her brain certainly didn’t. But her pussy, smooth and hairless and oh so sensitive, NEEDED it. Her libido was fueled by her humiliation, a raging fire burning in her loins that needed to be quenched.

“Thank you…” she whispered.

“Mmm hmmm,” Kiesha nodded. “Who are you thanking?”

“Thank you, Big Momma…” she couldn’t bring herself to look at Kiesha in the eyes, her gazing drifting downwards, staring inadvertently at Kiesha’s massive rack.

“Thank you for what?” she grabbed the guard by the chin, forcing her to look up at her.

“Thank you for putting me in diapers and making me your baby girl.”

“Good girl.” Kiesha turned the vibrators on again, back on low. Her baby moaned, grinding against her leg. “There’s Big Momma’s good baby girl.” She eased the guard off her leg and cradled her in her arms, pulling her in close. Cassie found herself staring at her massive tits again, watching as Big Momma flopped both out of her bra. “Show Big Momma how grateful you are,” she cooed, pulling her baby girl’s face in close to one of her big, dark nipples.

Cassie had already sunk so far, and she was so hungry. Her stomach growled as she stared at nipple before her, her mouth watering as she thought about what would come out of it if she could just bring herself to wrap her lips around it and suck.

Big Momma cradled one hand under her diapered bottom, patting the thick padding, adding to the stimulation. Her other hand held the back of her baby girl’s head, pushing her face closer. “Come on baby, you know what to do.”

She did, opening her lips at the last second as her face was pressed into the felon’s boob. She started to suck. At first nothing happened, and she thought she must have misremembered yesterday. The milk started to flow. A little at first, thick and warm and creamy, far sweeter than cow’s milk. The temperature was off putting, but she was so hungry, she swallowed greedily, and quickly more milk filled her mouth as she kept suckling.

“Oh, that feels good,” the inmate moaned. “You’re making Momma very happy, baby girl. I’m so proud of you.” She turned the vibrators up, rubbing her baby girl’s diaper for her.

Cassie sucked harder. Her hunger was quickly sated, the fatty breast milk filling her tummy, but she wanted to please her Momma. The buzzing in her diaper felt so good, she wanted more.

Big Momma adjusted her baby girl in her arms, switching her to her other breast. The guard latched on without any coaxing this time, greedily suckling away until her mouth was once more filled with her Momma’s sweet breast milk. She turned up the vibrators’ intensity again, groping her diaper hard, savoring in how her baby girl moaned into her tit. “That’s it baby girl. Your Momma takes good care of her baby girl, doesn’t she?”

“Mmmmbbblmmm!!!”

Cassie’s screams were swallowed up by the big boob in her mouth as she came, wracked with full body spasms as she quaked in the throes of the most intense orgasm of her life.

“Good girl. Good baby! Show Momma how much you love being her baby girl!”

“MMGGGLLLBBLBBMMMMFFFF!!!!!”

Cassie finally went limp, milk running down her chin, dripping onto her heaving breasts as she panted for breath. The inmate eased her down onto the floor, her head in her lap.

“No more!” the guard gasped, reaching her useless hands down her diaper, trying to stop the relentless toys still buzzing away inside her.

“Ah ah ah,” Kiesha chided, grabbing her hands. “Baby girl doesn’t touch her diapers.”

“No, please. It’s too much,” Cassie whined.

“Shhhh.” Kiesha fished another item out of the pillow case, holding it up before her baby girl’s face. Cassie tried to turn her head away, to keep her mouth closed, but the dominant woman was persistent, forcing the oversized pacifier between her lips. “I know it’s not the same as having Big Momma’s thick, milky nipple in your mouth, but baby needs her binky, doesn’t she?” she cooed, strapping the pacifier gag securely behind Cassie’s head, silencing her protests.

Cassie moaned, still trying to paw at her diaper. She pressed both hands down into the thick padding over her pussy, and she screamed into her new gag as a fresh orgasm tore through her body.

“Naughty baby!” The convict grabbed her hands again, and quickly snapped the cuffs back on her wrists. Kiesha pulled out a pink dog collar and fastened it around the guard’s neck, and fastened her cuff chains to her collar, keeping her taped up fists trapped up at her chest. “I told you no touching your diapers! That’s for Big Momma.”

“Mmmphh!” Cassie complained, drooling around her pacifier, tugging at her cuffs as she still struggled to reach the devices driving her wild.

“I know what my baby girl needs.” Kiesha took out another of the huge, pink, babyish diapers.

“Hnnnn nnnn!” the guard fussed, her cuffs jingling as she struggled. She was helpless to prevent her Momma from lifting her back up and sliding the second diaper under her. The buzzing noise coming from her crotch got fainter as the inmate pulled the thick padding up between her thighs and taped it securely in place.

“There we go. Isn’t that much better? Yes it is. Big Momma knows what’s best for her baby girl.”

The vibrators continued their devious work on the helpless girl, the infantilized woman struggling ineffectually while Big Momma cleaned her up. Cassie was only vaguely aware of her captor cleaning up her mess on the floor and wiping her body down. It wasn’t she found herself laying on a towel instead of the cold, bare tiles, with Big Momma standing over her, pulling her jumpsuit back on, that she realized Kiesha was leaving her alone again.

“I’ll be back soon, baby girl. Big Momma’s got more presents for her precious baby girl coming in.”

Cassie couldn’t imagine what other implements of her torture the criminal was having smuggled into the prison. Kiesha blew her a kiss, and then turned off the light and locked again in the padded cell, not that the heavy lock she heard mattered. Her bondage may have been moderately more comfortable than the hogtie yesterday, but Cassie felt infinitely more helpless. She wiggled and kicked her bound legs, and tugged at her cuffs, but she wasn’t going anywhere. Eventually she wet her new diapers, the thick padding sweeping between her thighs, only serving to serve as a better conduit for the vibrations keeping her frustrated and desperate. She tried rolling over on her stomach, her aching breasts squashed beneath her as she desperately humped the floor, but her diapers were too thick for her to accomplish what she really needed. Finally, exhaustion overcame her and she passed out.

* * *

Rescue wasn’t coming. The kidnapped prison guard had to come to terms with that. She wasn’t even sure how many days she’d spent tied up in the old padded cell, completely dependent on the prisoner turned caretaker that held her captive. Kiesha, Big Momma as Cassie was being trained to think of her as, visited regularly to check on her new baby girl, often with new contraband she’d smuggled in for her, and always with new humiliations.

Cassie stared down at her latest outfit, the pink onesie that said “Momma’s Girl” across the chest in glittery bubble letters clung to her form. Her bulky diapers bunched up at the tightly snapped crotch and spilled out around her thighs, once more hiding three vibrators with fresh, long-lasting batteries to keep her horny and desperate. When her mouth wasn’t stuffed with her pacifier or one of Big Momma’s nipples, her captor was making her beg to cum in her nappies and thank her Momma for taking care of her.

“Look what else Big Momma got for her baby girl!” Kiesha cooed, holding up a pair of matching pink, padded mittens.

Cassie didn’t try to resist anymore, offering up her hands for the inmate to slide the mittens over her tape covered hands. What difference did it make; her hands were already useless to her.

“They’re so cute! And I got my baby girl booties to match. So your wittle toesy wosies don’t get cold!”

Cassie pulled her knees up to her chest, trying to make her feet more accessible to her Momma. Like the tape on her hands, her legs hadn’t been untaped once. All her outfits had been either onesies or dresses, and there’d been no need, but to her surprise, she felt fresh air on her legs for the first time in days.

“Grrmmmpphhh!” she shrieked in pain as the tape was painfully ripped off. The sharp pain was replaced by a dull ache as her Momma stretched her legs out, letting her straighten her knees. They were sore from being bound so long, but it was the first time her restraints had been made more lenient.

“And on goes one booty. And on goes the other booty. And four diapers on my baby’s booty!” Big Momma clapped her hand against the guard’s butt. The cushion of the four diapers the inmate had put her in dampened the blow considerably, but it was a reminder of the very severe, bare bottom spanking she’d gotten during her diaper change.

Cassie wiggled her legs, staring up at her booty covered feet. Maybe it was just the stringent bondage cutting off her circulation, but her feet did get cold. It was very thoughtful of her Momma to get her booties.

“What does my baby girl say?”

“Phankkk oooo, mmmaughmaaa,” she garbled around her pacifier.

“You’re welcome, baby girl.” Big Momma grabbed her, scooping the woman into her thick arms and cradling her against her half naked body.

Cassie gave a confused look at her Momma’s boobs. She’d already been breastfed, but apparently, she was just being held for a cuddle. Her vibrators were on the lowest setting, and they weren’t distracting enough to make her squirmy, so she nestled into her Momma’s arms, resting her head on the amble bosom that sustained her.

“There’s my good girl.” The woman’s voice was soothing as she stroked Cassie’s hair.

The guard sucked her pacifier contentedly, listening to her Momma breath, her chest rising and falling slowly.

“Good baby,” Kiesha said, yawning.

Cassie yawned around her pacifier too. Her tummy full of breast milk, in a fresh diaper, she could use a nap too. She blinked slowly, her eyelids starting to feel heavy.

“Srrnnkk.”

Cassie’s eyes snapped back open as a loud snore came from her Momma.

No, not her Momma. The fat bitch who had kidnapped her and was treating her like baby. The lardass cunt who spanked her and tortured her and put her in diapers. What the hell was she doing, taking a nap in her arms, feeling genuinely grateful that the psycho had gotten her booties for her feet?

“Snnnnaawwrr!”

Fuck she was loud. How did anyone put up with her snoring? Cassie gave a paranoid glance at the door, and then it dawned on her. The door! Kiesha couldn’t lock it when she was in the cell with her, or she’d get locked in with her captive. It was always slightly ajar.

The guard looked back up at her captor. Kiesha’s eyes were closed, still snoring out her wide-open mouth. Cassie reached up one mittened hand and gently pushed at the arm wrapped around her. The heavy limb dropped, hanging limply beside the sleeping felon.

The snoring stopped.

Cassie’s heart was pounding in her chest as she held her breath, pretending to still be asleep.

“Snnnrrrkkk!” Kiesha snored again, and Cassie allowed herself to breath.

Moving as slowly as she could, Cassie began the process of getting up. She hadn’t used her legs in days, and the bulk of four diapers between her thighs wasn’t helping. Why did her Momma have to make her wear so many?

Kiesha, she reminded herself, not her Momma. And Kiesha made her wear so many diapers because she was a twisted pervert.

They were so loud though, crinkling noisily with every tiny movement she made to extricate herself from her kidnapper, pausing every time the fat woman stopped snoring, sure Kiesha would wake up and punish her. But what would she do, spank her even harder? Cassie doubted that was possible, but she was confident Kiesha would find a way to make her life worse.

Cassie finally got up off of Kiesha and took her first waddling step. Her legs were so weak and her diapers so thick, she immediately lost her balance and fell forward. Cassie froze on all fours, too terrified to look back. After an eternity, Kiesha breathed another hitching snore, and Cassie began to crawl towards the door. To freedom.

The heavy iron door was only open an inch, and it opened inwards into the cell. Anyone with fingers could have easily opened the door, but Cassie’s fingers were trapped under two inches of padding in her mittens and about another couple centimeters of duct tape. Tentatively she pawed at the crack, trying not to push it shut. If it shut, there was a very real chance that she’d die in here with Kiesha. Their last couple days together would be very, very bad.

There wasn’t any way she could get the door open with the heavily padded mittens. It was just too risky. But for as much as Kiesha had taken away from her, she had given her something too. Pressing the side of her face to the wall by the door, Cassie slowly pulled her head back until the shield of her pacifier caught on the door. “Yepphhh!” she exclaimed as she pulled the door open enough to get her hand in.

The snoring stopped.

Terrified, Cassie looked over her shoulder.

“Baby girl?” Kiesha mumbled sleepily, feeling around her for her helpless prisoner.

Cassie threw the heavy door open with all her might, the hinges squealing.

Kiesha’s eyes zeroed in on her. “Don’t you dare, baby girl!”

Cassie scampered out of the cell as fast as she could, finding herself in a cramped compartment filled with old, probably broken washing machines and dryers. She spun, frantically reached for the handle on the outside of the door.

Inside, Kiesha was struggling to get to her feet. “You get back here, baby girl!”

“Mmmphh!” Cassie screamed into her pacifier, her mittens failing to find purchase on the handle. Kiesha was on her feet, barreling towards her, a freight train of a woman. Cassie got one hand under the handle and she yanked with all her might, slamming the door shut. There was a heavy thud as Kiesha hit the padded door, and for a second Cassie was sure she’d just break through, a juggernaut intent on keeping her as her helpless baby for all eternity. But the door held. Cassie could still hear her banging on the door, and muffled screaming for her to open the door. As she suspected though, the cell was well soundproofed, and she could barely hear her over the sounds of the laundry machines running.

She did it. She was free. Cassie sprawled out on the floor, and she would have kissed the bare cement if she still didn’t have a pacifier gag strapped in her mouth. She still had a lot of problems actually, and while she was out of the padded cell she’d been stuck in for days, she was still in prison. Cassie might have escaped Kiesha, but a guard found dressed like she was by any inmate was in a lot of trouble.

Cassie climbed back up to her feet as she considered her next move. She could waddle her way in front of a camera, and hope that security saw her and sent someone down to the laundry room. Kiesha seemed to have complete run of the laundry if she was able to keep Cassie’s imprisonment there a secret, so she was unlikely to run into other prisoners. But the security didn’t seem to be on top of it if they hadn’t managed to watch the footage back and figure out what had happened to her already. That plan was out.

Cassie waddled to the edge of the room, carefully peering out into the main laundry facility. It was empty. She wished she knew what time it was, so she could have an idea of where most of the inmates would be, but of course there was no clock, and no windows in this section of the prison. She could try and make a dash for the exit. A guard would be on duty, they’d open the doors for her and get her to safety. But as her thick diapers chafed between her thighs, she knew dashing wasn’t her best option either. The inmates would catch her well before she reached any of the exits, and who knows what they’d do to her before the guards arrived.

She stared at the dryers, a blur of orange and white spinning inside. That might work.

Suddenly the vibrators inside her diaper turned up to max power, and she doubled over, moaning into her gag and pressing her mittened hands to her thickly padded crotch. Kiesha still had the damn remote to her vibrators.

Cassie sat down, leaning against the wall, and tried to focus. The vibrations were intense, but she was stronger than that, she just had to get her mittens off. Putting her left mitten between her knees, she started trying to pull it off.

The vibrators switched to low again. She gave a sigh of relief into her pacifier and started tugging harder, only for the plug in her pussy to start humming faster. Then the one on her clit. The one in her ass switched to a slow but powerful pulsing.

“Gufff eeeffff mmmeee aauone!” she screamed at the cell door. Even locked in a padded cell Kiesha was torturing her.

Doing her best to ignore the stimulation, Cassie kept tugging until finally she pulled her hand free. It was still trapped in tape, but she had succeeded in taking the first mitten off. That kind of progress merited a little reward, she thought to herself as she began rubbing her buzzing crotch with her tape covered hand. Besides, once she came it would be easier to concentrate, she rationalized as she tried to give herself that extra push she needed, rubbing her nipples through her onesie with her mitten covered hand.

Big Momma made it seem so easy. She thought back to how her captor had stimulated her, rubbing her thick diapers while she forced her to breastfeed, telling her what a good baby girl she was for her Momma. The vibrator on her clit intensified and Cassie pushed down as hard as she could into the four layers of diapers. She was so close. She suckled hard at her pacifier, pretending it was her Momma’s tit she was feasting upon. She wanted to be a good baby for her Momma. She wanted to show her how much she liked being her baby girl. She wanted to cum in her diapers.

The vibrator switched again, the one on her clit relaxing to a teasing thrum while the one in her ass swapped to an annoying hammering frequency. “Phhhawkkkkk!” she screamed, pounding her mitten covered hand against the floor, like a toddler throwing a tantrum. She hadn’t gotten what she wanted, but she still felt the associated shame as she thought about what she’d been doing, the perverted things she’d been thinking about.

She could see a therapist later. For now she still had to get free. Pinching her other mitten between her knees, she tried to ignore the vibrators and focus on getting out.

Hours of tedious rubbing and flexing later, Cassie was able to open her right hand. It was a thousand times worse than the cramping when she’d first been able to stretch her legs, but she’d done it! She’d gotten all that sticky tape off her hand. With her fingers free, the left hand took less than a minute to unwrap, and she was finally able to reach behind her head and unbuckle the cursed pacifier gag.

“Oh thank god!” Cassie exclaimed, her mouth finally free of a nipple. The vibrators changed patterns again and she spun towards the door, flipping up both her fingers and yelling, “Fuck you, cunt!” She ripped open the snaps of her onesie and began tearing off her diapers. “I’m an adult! I’m not a baby girl! And I don’t need fucking diapers!” It was cathartic, tearing off that symbol of her helplessness. She considered wetting the last one while it was still on her. She really did have to pee. “No. I’m gonna piss in the god damn toilet!” she ripped the thing off, white flecks of diaper stuffing going flying as she hurled the garment at a wall. She then pulled all the vibrating plugs out, throwing them in the floor and stomping her booty clad feet on them. She couldn’t break them like she wanted to, but she settled for kicking the buzzing devices away from her.

It felt good to stand up without several inches of padding bunched between her thighs. Cassie yanked the onesie off over her head and kicked off her booties, standing naked and triumphant. “Finally!”

The dryers had finished their cycle while she was freeing herself, and she opened the closest one, pulling out one of the standard issue orange prison jumpsuits. She considered stealing some underwear; she never thought the plain white, unflattering panties they gave the inmates would look so adult.

“Oh, what the hell,” she said, grabbing a pair that looked about her size and pulled it on. She grabbed a bra too, considering she might end up running, and stood admiring herself in the reflection on the dryer door. It wasn’t exactly a sexy look, but it was so much better than diapers. “Come on,” Cassie told herself, and stepped into a jumpsuit. She took her hair out of the pigtails Kiesha had put her hair in, shaking it out. There wasn’t really an inmate she could pass for, but she hoped she looked inconspicuous enough to make it to one of the exits and talk to one of her fellow guards before a prisoner recognized her. While not as bad as being caught in diapers and baby clothes by an inmate, being caught in a jumpsuit was still bad.

There was just one more thing she had to do before she left. Grabbing the still buzzing vibrators, Cassie went back to the door to the cell. The banging and shouting had stopped. Cassie knelt down and opened the little slot at the bottom and slid the vibrators inside. “It’s over, bitch. I’m free and I’m gonna make sure you pay.”

“Baby girl!” Kiesha’s muffled shout came through the tiny slot. Cassie slammed it shut. She had no interest in what that psycho had to say. Smiling, she left the laundry room, making her way out into the prison yard.

The problem with her plan presented itself immediately. All the inmates paid close attention to everyone other person in their space. It was required for survival. A girl in a jumpsuit they didn’t recognize was cause for curiosity, at the very least, and the new girl with no shoes drew attention to herself very quickly.

“Well what do we have here?”

It was Pauline McGreggor, a nasty snake of a woman who had killed her boyfriend when she suspected he was cheating on her, and then cut up the face of the poor girl she thought he was sleeping with. And she was not a fan of Cassie.

The guard walked faster, keeping her head down and her face turned away.

“So that’s what happened to you. We were wondering where you went, Cassie.”

Cassie ran, her bare feet slapping across the floor as she broke into a sprint.

“Where you running to?” Pauline hollered, giving chase. “Ain’t nowhere to run now! You’re one of us!”

The inmate was gaining on her fast. Days spent tied up, subsisting solely on breast milk had weakened the guard considerably. Cassie risked a glance over her shoulder in time to see Pauline launching at her in a flying tackle. “Shit!” she got out before she was taken down to the floor.

Pauline wasn’t nearly as heavy as Kiesha, but she still had no problem rolling Cassie onto her back and pinning her down. “What’re you in for?” she asked, breathing heavily in the guard’s face, her breath reeking of tobacco.

“HELP!!! HELPP MMEMMMPPHH!!”

Pauline slammed her hand over Cassie’s mouth. “Shut up!” she hissed, looking around.

“HHMMBBLLMMPPPPFF!” Cassie kept screaming into the prisoner’s stifling hand. She couldn’t be another inmate’s bitch, she couldn’t go through that again. The guard bucked and flailed, trying to throw her attacker off her.

“Ladies! Break it up!”

“Get off her, McGreggor!”

She knew those voices. Cassie looked up to see two of her fellow guards approaching, batons out. It was Meg and Frannie! She was saved!

“This isn’t over,” Pauline whispered to her. The inmate started to get up, but took one last jab at the helpless guard, punching her hard in the stomach.

“Hey!” Meg shouted.

“Relax. I’m up,” Pauline said, putting her hands up. Meg swiftly pulled her away.

“Cassie, is that you?” Frannie asked, crouching over her.

Cassie was doubled over in pain, the wind knocked out of her. The strike had hit right over her bladder, and she’d pissed herself, warm wetness spreading from her crotch, darkening her orange jumpsuit. She managed a nod, looking up at her rescuer.

“Christ. We gotta get you to the warden.” Frannie helped her to her feet.

“Thank you! Thank you,” Cassie said hoarsely, trying to hug her savior.

“You’re welcome. What happened— ugh. You’re all wet!” Frannie noted, pushing her away.

“I’m sorry! I couldn’t help it!”

“It’s fine. Let’s get you out of here.” The other guards escorted her out, taking her through the security barrier and into safe space.

“What happened to you?” Meg asked.

“Save it for Ms. Weller,” Frannie cut her off before she could even begin to try and tell her harrowing tale. It was probably for the best, explain everything directly to the warden and be done with. She wanted to ask if she could change first; being taken to her boss in a piss-soaked prison jumpsuit was mortifying, but Meg and Frannie were hustling her directly to the Warden’s office.

“What is it?” Warden Natalie Weller’s voice came from behind the door after Frannie knocked.

“We found Cassie,” Frannie replied.

Cassie’s heartbeat quickened. Seeing the boss made her a bit nervous under normal circumstances, but this was infinitely worse. Her fellow guards had their arms around her, supporting her, but it felt like they were holding onto her, lest she try and bolt.

“Come in,” Natalie said after a long pause.

Frannie opened to door to the office, and the two guards escorted Cassie inside. Cassie really regretted not changing as she stood before her boss, in her stylish, tailored black skirt and jacket.

“Shut the door,” she said, her eyes assessing Cassie. Meg quickly shut the door behind them.

“Ms. Weller, I’m sorry, I—”

Natalie held up her hand, addressing Frannie. “Where did you find her?”

“In Hallway C. Pauline McGreggor was assaulting her.”

“And where is Ms. McGreggor?”

“Still out in the yard. She stopped when we arrived.”

The warden turned to Meg. “Go get Miss McGreggor and put her in solitary. We can’t have inmates assaulting the guards, now can we?”

“Right away, Ms. Weller.” Meg swiftly departed.

“Now, Cassie. You’ve been missing for quite some time. Care to explain yourself?”

Even though she was technically the victim here, Cassie felt like a little girl, having to explain herself to the principal. Her mouth was very dry. “It was Kiesha. She, she got the drop on me, knocked me out. When I woke up, I was locked in a cell.”

“A cell?”

“Yes. An old padded cell, probably something left over from before the remodel. It’s behind the laundry room. Kiesha kept me there until I escaped today.”

“Do you know where Ms. James is right now?”

“She’s in the cell. I locked her in there when I escaped.”

“Show me.”

Cassie gulped. She’d just finally gotten out of the prison, and she had no desire to go back in so soon, her brazen bluster she’d felt when she’d finally gotten free and left Kiesha trapped in her place had deflated as she stood before her intimidating boss. She didn’t like the idea of Ms. Weller’s eyes assessing her as she saw what was in and outside of the cell, putting the pieces together of her torment. There was no escaping her finding out what had happened to her, but Cassie wasn’t relishing being present for it. “Can I please change first?”

“There’s no time. You’re telling me there’s a secret cell in my prison, and one of the inmates is trapped inside, and you want to change?”

“No, ma’am. I’m sorry,” Cassie said meekly.

The prison was empty when Cassie, Frannie and Natalie went back inside, the prisoners having been all sent back to their cells. She was grateful there were no witnesses to see her in her wet jumpsuit, but it was somehow eerier going through the empty halls, the clicking of Ms. Weller’s heels echoing over the dull slap of her own bare feet padding down the corridors until they reached the laundry room. Cassie tried to hurry by the evidence of her captivity, the torn diapers, the onesie, the pacifier gag, the mittens, the booties, the duct tape, all scattered around the floor, but she could see her boss and coworker clock them all. Still though, they said nothing, letting Cassie lead them to the door of the cell.

“Here it is,” she pointed at the door.

Frannie drew her baton, but the Warden walked right up to the door and opened it.

Keisha was sitting on the floor in the center of the room in her white bra and panties, cross-legged, her arms folded across her chest. “Warden,” she said curtly.

“Ms. James,” Natalie replied. “We have a problem.”

“You bet your skinny little ass we do,” Kiesha said, climbing to her feet.

Cassie tensed up, trying to hide behind Natalie. Even with another guard and the warden with her, she was still afraid of what Kiesha might do to her.

“You let her escape,” the warden said.

Cassie’s eyes widened. “Wait, what?” She felt Frannie behind her, grabbing her arm and twisting it behind her back.

“I’ll return her to you, but don’t let it happen again.”

“Get me a crib,” Kiesha said.

“You’re in no position to be making demands,” Natalie took off her glasses, cleaning them on the edge of she shirt.

“Is that so, Warden Weller?” Keisha sauntered up to her. The warden towered over the short woman in her skyscraper heels, but the fact that the inmate had to look straight up into her eyes didn’t deter her in the slightest.

“Ms. Weller, what’re you doing?” Cassie asked, trying to break free of Frannie’s iron grip.

The warden sighed. “Do you know what a pain in the ass your disappearance has been? We had to erase all footage of your showing up for work that day, and then the cops start asking questions, and now we have to delete any footage from your little escape.” She looked back at Kiesha. Pauline McGreggor found her today. I trust you’ll make sure she doesn’t say anything about your little plaything’s sudden reappearance?”

Kiesha nodded. “You won’t have to worry about Pauline. Big Momma will see to it she keeps her mouth shut.”

Cassie shuddered at the coldness of her tone. In the last week, she’d learned just how ruthless Big Momma could be. “Natal— Ms. Weller! Please. You can’t! She did awful things to me.”

“I can see that,” Natalie said, her voice dripping with disdain as she looked down at a torn diaper left on the floor. “But Big Momma here has been very useful to me in keeping the peace between these packs of jackals.” She bent over at the waist, carefully picking up the pacifier gag, dangling it by the strap between her perfectly manicured nails, as though she didn’t want to even touch the thing. “And being the queen has its benefits.”

“This queen has her princess,” Big Momma said, snatching the pacifier gag from the warden as she sauntered past her.

“No. No no no no please no!” Cassie stammered, struggling to pull free from Frannie. “Please! Frannie, you can’t let her take me! I can’t be her baby girl!”

Frannie shook her head. “Better you than me.” She sounded genuinely apologetic.

“No no no no no!”

“Gimme my baby girl,” Big Momma said. Frannie let her go, and Cassie stumbled forward into the inmate’s waiting arms. “You were very naughty,” she whispered in her baby girl’s ear as she forced the pacifier gag back in her mouth.

“Nnnnmmpphh!!!”

“Running away from Big Momma. Taking off your diapers. Making your Momma worry about you,” she clucked, manhandling Cassie out of her soiled jumpsuit. She swatted Cassie’s butt, her hand clapping down painfully on her wet panties. “Look at you! This is why your Momma keeps her baby girl in diapers!”

“Bblmmmphhh!” Cassie wailed, trying to protect her tender ass from the brutal spanking. She looked beseechingly at the warden and her fellow guard. How could they just stand there and watch? Frannie looked slightly disgusted with what she was witnessing, but she made no move to help, just glad it wasn’t her that Big Momma had taken an interest in. Natalie looked almost amused as she watched one of her guards put over the knee of one of her prisoners. Running a prison wasn’t easy, and sometimes you had to make unsavory deals with bad people to keep things running smoothly.

“Don’t let her escape again,” Natalie said.

“Get me that crib, warden,” Big Momma replied, her hand a blur as she spanked her baby girl’s butt red.

“We’ll see,” Warden Weller said, turning to leave.

Frannie hesitated, watching a moment longer. She’d been the one to erase the original footage of Kiesha kidnapping Cassie. She’d no idea what the prisoner had done with the guard until now. It was better when she didn’t know. She couldn’t imagine how the poor girl could take it.

“Let’s go, Frannie.”

“Coming, Ms. Weller.” She took one last look at her coworker, Cassie’s tear streamed face looking back at her. She turned and jogged to catch up with the warden. The sound of palm impacting flesh echoed behind them, punctuated by Cassie’s muffled screams.

“See to it we get Big Momma a crib. I don’t want to have to deal with Cassie getting free again.”

“Are you sure?” Frannie asked.

“Yes. Whatever it takes to keep that nut job happy.”

It made sense. Kiesha’s reign as queen of the block had been the smoothest in her tenure as a guard. The cost of keeping her playing ball with the warden seemed a little steep, and she wondered not for the first time how many similar deals her boss had cut with the inmates of her prison. Judging by the way she callously walked away from Cassie, knowing full well what she’d sentenced her too, probably too many. Frannie would get a crib into the prison so that Big Momma could keep Cassie from escaping. Anything it took to stay on the two powerful women’s good side. She didn’t want to wind up in Cassie’s place.