Chapter 1
Seven months at Hackney Heights passed quicker than Quinn thought possible. The straitjacket, the leg restraints, even the spit mask had become second nature. And, of course, the perpetually filled, locked-on diaper.
“I still can’t believe they’re letting me out,” she said, shuffling down the corridor, struggling to keep up with Ernesto. “I guess my good behavior finally paid off.”
He laughed. “Good behavior? Trussed up like this, and you were still causing trouble.”
“I tried. Kind of.”
“The Doc was sick of you. From what I hear, she found a way to boost your eval sheet, and the system decided to cut you loose.”
Quinn grunted, not stopping for the fresh load of feces pushing itself into her already sagging diaper. Her last bit of bladder and bowel control had deserted her months ago, and it barely registered anymore.
“Now that’s a fitting ending,” Ernesto said, wrinkling his nose. “I guess we’d better give you a few diapers for the road.”
“Yeah. Wouldn’t wanna ruin Ralph’s car seats. Do you know if Janie passed on my message?”
“She did. He’ll be here to pick you up.”
Inside her room, a manila envelope, the heels and the red tube dress she had worn during her arrest were lying on the bed. Ernesto freed her of the mask, the leg restraints, and the straitjacket before unlocking the canvas pants. The soiled diaper under its thick plastic cover was swollen, its stench already filling the small room.
“What’s in the envelope?” she asked.
“Your piercings.”
“Oh.” Quinn glanced at her nipples and gave them a squeeze. “I guess I’ll have to have them redone.” She wiggled her breasts. “Anyway! That’s the best tits in the house leaving. Last chance to cop a feel.”
“Pass, but thanks for the offer.”
Janie entered the room and unrolled the plastic sheet on the bed. “Hey, Quinn,” she said, “So this is our last change. Exciting, huh?”
“Yeah.”
“Hop on the bed. We’re not even tying you up today.”
Quinn bit her lip, pondering for a moment. “You know what? Don’t bother.”
“You really want to stay like this?”
“Ralph will get a thrill out of it. But can I keep my plastic panties? Just to make sure I don’t leak on the way home.”
Janie shot a questioning glance at Ernesto.
“Sure,” he said with a shrug. “Keep them as a souvenir. Never thought I’d say this, but I’m gonna miss you.”
“Thank you, big guy!” Quinn pulled him into a hug, pressing her naked breasts against him. “If you’re ever in the neighborhood and want your dick sucked…”
“Yeah, yeah. You take care of yourself, and don’t be a stranger.”
“Don’t forget to write,” Janie said, blinking a few tears away. “My number’s in the envelope. And thank you so much for… you know… everything.”
Barefoot, carrying her heels, Quinn waddled out the gate. Stretched over the swollen diaper and too short to cover it completely, the tight dress didn’t have its original elegance, but it would have to do.
She took a deep breath, savoring the fresh air and the sunny weather as she made her way to the parking lot. She scanned the rows of cars, and there he was, sitting on the hood of his beaten-up convertible. He had even washed it for the occasion.
“Hey, Muffin!” he shouted and waved. “So this is your glorious release, huh?”
“Hey, Papa Bear! I missed you so, so much!”
He jumped off the hood and rushed over, throwing his arms around her. After a hug and a long, deep kiss, she pointed at her diaper. “Look what I’ve got.”
“Wow,” he said, patting between her legs. “That’s fuller than in Dirty Deeds.”
“Yeah. Janie wanted to change me, but I thought I’d take it all home to you.” She grabbed between his legs. “Can you believe it? I haven’t sucked dick and tasted shit in months. I’m gonna be your dirty whore; you can rub it all over me before we fuck.”
“Damn, Muffin! You really are my dirty angel.”
She shot him a mischievous grin. “Whether I want to or not. I can’t hold my piss and shit anymore. It just happens. You’re gonna have to keep me in the bathtub until I’m potty trained again.”
“Don’t worry about it,” he said, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. “We’ll just put a plastic sheet on the bed. You know I’d never mind your filth, Muffin.”
“You’re such a romantic.” She gave him a smooch on the cheek. “If I take off my diaper right now, will you fuck my brains out? Here in the parking lot?”
He laughed. “Patience. Let’s get home first.”
With a slight bow, he opened the door, and she gingerly sat down in the passenger seat. Out on the road toward town, she sighed, feeling the wind in her hair as he stepped on the gas.
“Your agent called again,” he said, one hand on the steering wheel, the other fondling her left breast. “She’s got a line on a producer who wants to buy your story. There’s a good chance that you can even play yourself.”
She stared at him. “You’ve got to be kidding me. No AI crap? They’re shooting real movies again?”
“It’s a small niche these days, but it seems there’s still demand for the real thing. And nobody’s better than you, Muffin.”
“Wow.”
She reached into her dirty diaper. For the first time in months, she touched her clit, buried under layers of plastic and a lump of dried feces. As she rubbed herself, a fart escaped her, quickly joined by an uncontrollable torrent of soft, stinking mush. The feeling was exhilarating, electric. She shuddered and her breath hitched.
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
“Making up for lost time?” he asked.
“Pull over, Papa Bear! I’m gonna give you road head!”