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🕑 Added 2022-09-07 17:42:07 +0000 UTCAnother chapter in which the Green Dolphin Street girls carry out their plan to put an end to the prison's humiliating diapers-only policy, this time focusing on Ermes.
Contains diapers, belly stuffing, farts, and lots of mentions of messing.
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Ermes’s plan was going exactly as she had hoped. Even if Jolyne’s devastating dump hadn’t singlehandedly put an end to Green Dolphin Street’s mandatory diaper policy, she wasn’t expecting it to. It was merely the first step in her larger plan, and one that Jolyne had executed perfectly. Now it was time for step two, which wasn’t all that different from step one. The purpose of this was to show the guards that Jolyne wasn’t a one-off incident, nor a problem that they would only have with her. She would get as many inmates of the women’s ward as possible to participate, and ensure that the guards needed to endure agonizing diaper change after agonizing diaper change, in hopes that they would buckle under the pressure and allow them to use the toilets again. The problem is, Ermes was having trouble finding other recruits. Jolyne was her best friend, so she had full trust in her, as did Foo Fighters, and Gwess seemed willing to participate as well, though Ermes was afraid she would be too much of a wildcard to play so early. Ermes figured she wasn’t going to get anyone else on board unless she stuck her own neck out for the cause. So, the next one in charge of grossing out the guards with her loaded pamper would be Ermes herself. And she already had some great ideas about how her stand KISS could help her…
Ermes wasn’t any more fond of wearing or using diapers than Jolyne, but apparently she was a bit less adept at bowel control, as she had been unable to avoid soiling herself several times already. She had more than enough “Good Girl Tokens” left to afford a changing The guards gagged a bit as they dealt with her dirty diaper, but Ermes was going to show the just how much worse it could get.
Ermes stepped into the dining hall, and was pleased to be greeted by a table full of familiar, smiling faces. Like with Jolyne, Ermes was to consume the entire table’s worth of food, to ensure that she had the proper fuel for her diaper dump later.
“We all got chili, just like you asked,” Jolyne said, pushing the trays towards her.
“Heh, my favorite,” Ermes said, digging in as soon as she sat down.
Ermes was often fond of saying that she had a second stomach for chili, but in this case it was literal. Just as Jolyne had, Ermes made inventive use of her stand to expand her stomach capacity. In her case, she had KISS place a sticker on her stomach, duplicating it so she now had twice the space to stuff food inside. She had also been practicing with her Stand, and had some degree of control over the destructive force created when she removed KISS’s sticker. So, when she did make her stomach go back to normal, she would just feel a bit of pain instead of completely obliterating her insides.
Ermes immediately got to work on filling both of her bellies. The prison food was below mediocre (except for the chili, for Ermes there was no such thing as bad chili), but she still wolfed it down like it was the most delicious thing in the world. She could feel her twin stomachs rapidly filling up, as she sloppily shoveled her meal into her mouth with unbridledferocity.
Ordinarily thoughts about the toilet would put someone off their food, but as her stomach(s) began to feel cramped and full, the thought of the prison guards who had changed her earlier, with their awful smug grins. “Awwww, did baby girl make a boom-boom?” one of them said in an insufferable teasing tone as she undid her tapes. The thought of her gagging on the stench of the dump she was going to produce was enough to push Ermes to keep on gorging, even as her belly became noticeably distended.
Her twin tummies produced a duet of wet, strained groans as their contents churned within. As her gut grew in size, the gurgles that emanated from it grew in volume. The waistband of her diaper began to strain against the underside of her growing, gaseous gut. Ironically considering her infantile undergarments, Ermes was beginning to develop quite the foodbaby. Her sweater rode up as her stomach steadily swelled, until her bulging belly was exposed and could be seen straining against the waistband of her diaper.
“I think that’ll be enough to give the guards a bad time, right?” she said, grabbing her belly with both hands and jostling it, making its semi-solid contents audibly slosh. “What do you think, Jolyne? Did I eat more than you?”
“I dunno, it’s hard to tell,” Jolyne said, pushing her hand into Ermes’s packed gut so she could better feel just how full her friend was. She didn’t expect that the pressure would force out some of the gas that’d built-up in her chili filled belly.
A smoggyblast of chili-fueled flatulence erupted wetly against the seat of her diaper with a brassy, semi-muffled sputter. Her diaper muted the sound somewhat, but the stink still managed to penetrate her padding and spread into the area around her.
“Ugh, what the hell Ermes!?” Jolyne said, recoiling back and pinching her nose. “You were supposed to hold that in for later!”
“Relax, it was just gas,” Ermes said, although there was still an audible crinkling as she groped the back of her diaper just to be sure.
“Maybe all that chili wasn’t such a good idea,” Jolyne said. Many of the other girls at the table vacated to escape from Ermes blast radius.
“Are you kidding me?” Ermes said. “My chili dumps can put someone in a coma. If you can’t handle a fart, then my dirty diaper is gonna put those guards into a coma.”
Jolyne’s expression softened, though she still kept her nostrils firmly shut.
