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“…Life imprisonment in the Rhea County Women’s Correctional Facility! Tiny prison is too good for you, it brings a joyful tear to my eye to know that you will be buried under the criminal element you pretended to stop. You transport will take place immediately and your first parole hearing will take place 15 years into you sentence. Court is adjourned.” Judge McIntosh delivered this verdict with a fateful swing of her gavel.
Stan remained a flattened stain on the desk, he couldn’t believe what just happened, justice had failed so completely. He was to go to jail now, for life, even if there was a chance for parole to save him, it would still be a decade and a half before he even had a chance to see the outside world again. A pair of officers came and peeled Stan off of the desk, they giggled at his decrepit form before one of them casually shoved him into her breasts.
Stan stewed in his jiggling cell, the mashing of her tits made it impossible for him to reform. He thought about busting his hump in the police academy, studying hard and being steamrolled by his cocky co-cadets. He thought about his friendship with Tia and how close it was to becoming something more. Finally, he thought of his mother, likely one part heartbroken and one part angry at him for his supposed moment of weakness. His dread over the current situation was too much and he went unconscious.
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A bright light shone down on him, he had reformed and he was… naked?! He covered himself quickly then the light was moved and he saw who was above him. “Good afternoon, Mr. Padding, I am Josefa Lopez, you can call me Warden Lopez. Before you ask, yes I am a relative to your former partner, as a point of fact, I am her mother.”
A brief flash of a memory came to Stan, something Izzy had said before he started to annoy her. A story about how her mother starts as a cop but left when her sister went to jail to become a security guard to look after her baby sis and “black sheep” of the family. Apparently she had risen to the ranks of a warden. Getting a better look at her, he could see that she was definitely a relative of Izzy’s. Similar basketball sized cheeks, though slightly bigger, much larger breast of a woman of advanced age, her face was near identical except she had some crows feet around her eyes and a few gray streaks in her hair, which was tied up in a professional looking bun.
“Process him.” She said not giving him am opportunity to react. A pair of guards came out of no where. One of them sprayed him with a hose while another with a bar of soap washed him good, invading his most private areas. Once that was done he was dried then then shoved into what looked like a hot pink jumpsuit. “What’s this color?!” He said. “The girls never complain about it.” The warden said plainly.
Mrs. Lopez then took him in her hand then gripped him tight, flattening everything below his collar bones. “Mr. Padding as our first male inmate there is an expectation on me to be able to contain you, I don’t intend to disappoint, so it’s within you best interest to comply.” It was odd for Stan to hear someone that looked and sounded like Izzy to be so professional. “Even still, I can’t rely on this. Which is why you will wear this at all times.” She then pulled a small ring out of a pocket, she then latched it around Stan’s neck. “It’s both a tracker and a deterrent. You step out of your cell before it is opened, you will be shocked, you become confrontational with a guard, you will be shocked, you walk toward any area you are not cleared to enter, you will be shocked. Said shock is meant to incapacitate you long enough for you to be properly restrained and by that I mean flattened.” This was beginning to become very eerie, they weren’t even attempting to pull any punches on Stan.
“I should say Mr. Padding. My guards were excited at the prospect of crushing a Tiny prisoner, so a word of advice, try to make friends, you’re going to be with us for a long time, potentially forever. Why don’t you practice with your cellmate.“ The barred doors suddenly opened and the Warden tossed Stan in. The bars closed behind him and he took a sec to fully reform. Once he did he narrowed his focus and saw…
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