I had been an inmate at the Crime Control Center, better known as Diaper Prison for over five years when I first met Cathy. It had been over five years since I had been outside my cell. I was so used to wetting and messing in my diapers that I didn?t even know that I was wet. As my bowel movements were so regular, I messed right after my morning bottle, before I was changed into my double diapers and pull up plastic panties, I knew when I was messy. I was turned on by just the sight of diapers under a pair of plastic panties. Additionally I was turned on by bras which I was sentenced to wear every waking moment. Even though I was shackled every day for over five years, the shackles did not become a ?usual thing.?

After being in a cell for over five years I lost track of the day of the week, but it must have been a Monday when I first met Cathy. She was beautiful and I instantly fell in love with her. Even though I could not see the bra she wore under her guard uniform, my nipples poked out noticeably through my bra, and my diaper was tented out by the erection I got from seeing her. My penis was small because of the hormone treatments I received to grow C-cup breasts, it was infantile, but you could make out the outline of the head of my baby penis on my snap-on baby panties. When Cathy saw it she smiled and in some ways appeared to take special note of me and my erections, both penis and nipple. It was the first day of her tour of duty as a guard in my cell block.

After her tour of the cell block where she was to work and her introduction to the prisoners, she went home to get some sleep so she could return to work the night shift. As she drifted off to sleep her mind turned to the last prisoner she had met. She was fascinated by the way he was dressed. He had on a white bra, and double diapers with plain pink snap-on plastic panties. She noticed how his nipples poked out through his bra and how his cute little baby sized penis. Cathy had never had sex with anyone. She had to work so hard just to make it through collage and had to work hard to get a scholarship while she was in high school that she didn?t have time to date. She wasn?t attracted to women but she did have an attraction to breasts and had often thought about touching and even sucking on another woman?s breasts. She was attracted to men, but preferred more effeminate men and men that were not Mr. Macho. She was turned on by the small penises on the prisoners who wore bras. She was also turned on by wearing diapers herself, as she learned to love them when she had to live as a prisoner for ninety days as part of her training. Just the thought of a diaper around her bottom started her love juices flowing, but more than that, there was something special about that last prisoner. She put her hands inside her panties and started to rub her clitoris. Her body shuddered with emotion as she came, and she drifted off to sleep.

That evening she reported to work and jumped right in changing all the prisoners from their double day time diapers and plastic panties into four thick night diapers, and then helped then into their pull up night time plastic panties. The night time plastic panties this day were pink and had little baby bunnies on them. There was only one prisoner left to get ready for bed. It was the last prisoner, and he needed to have his shackles and bra removed as well as have his diapers changed. The other guards started to pass out baby bottles filled with water, and give the prisoners clean pacifiers for the night.

Cathy shuttered as she entered my cell. She took out the key and unlocked the shackles around my wrists, and then set them out side of my cell. Then she unhooked my bra and set it outside of my cell. As I lay down on my back she gently brushed my breasts, and then gently unsnapped my plastic panties. Then she unpinned each of the diapers I was wearing. She wiped me all over my diaper area paying special attention to my penis. There was something special and overwhelming about her touch, and she kept wiping it, paying special attention to the head. When she had me clean, she started to smear Vaseline on my penis, testicles and the front of my diaper area. She told me to lift my butt, and placed four thick diapers under me, and then sprinkled my diaper area with extra amounts of baby powder. Again she wiped my small penis with the baby powder for an extra long time. Then she pinned the thick diapers tightly around my waist. When she finished pinning on the last diaper, she told me to stand up and she held my plastic panties for me to step into. She tucked the diaper in the plastic panties. Then she had me lay down and started rubbing the front of my plastic panties talking about how good they made me feel and she kept rubbing until I came. There was something unusual in the look on her face, she was paying special attention to me. Her eyes closed and she had a dreamy look on her face.

Each day that Cathy worked she would make sure that she changed me into my night diapers. It seemed that each day she took longer and longer to change me. She spent more and more time getting me cleaned up and more and more time putting Vaseline on my diaper area, and more and more time powdering me. She would spend time talking with me and listening to how I ended up in diaper prison, she seemed to be genuinely concerned that I did not belong here. She even stayed overtime some mornings to change me into my daytime diapers and plastic panties. On those mornings that she would change me she would help me with my bra and would spend time smoothing out the cups on my bra and would almost fondle my breasts. At times she would spend an hour or more in the morning dressing me in my diapers, plastic pants and bra.

One particular morning she came into my cell and pulled down my plastic panties. She unpinned my diapers and left them fall to the floor. She had me lay down on the changing mat and cleaned the poop from my bottom. She carefully wiped my penis and testicles, as well as my diaper area. Before she put the Vaseline on me she started rubbing my breasts, paying particular attention to my nipples. My nipples were standing at attention as she opened her uniform shirt and let me see her chest and bra. She started kissing my penis and took it in her mouth. When i didn?t respond quickluy enough she put my plastic pants in my sight and I instantly became hard. She continued kissing and sucking on me. She took my hand and put it on her breasts. She kept sucking until I came. Both of us were lost in pure pleasure. Neither of us heard the other guards approach, nor did we realize that the lieutenant was watching. When Cathy finished, she was immediately arrested, and the other guards finished diapering me. After I put my bra on the guards shackled me and then chained me to the wall of my cell with my hands over my head. The lieutenant came back just before lunch, and told me that Cathy was given 120 days as a prisoner, and that she would be brought back to this cell block later that day. I was sentenced to 10 days of being chained to the wall.

After the noon diaper change and bottle, Cathy was brought in dressed in only four diapers and a pair of snap on plastic panties. Her arms were shackled, and she was placed in the cell across from mine. Her shackles were attached to the ceiling and she too had her arms over her head. I could tell that Cathy was in love with me, and that I too was in love with her. The ten days shackled to the wall was very hard and I had a constant erection looking at Cathy in her diapers chained to the wall in her cell. I could tell by the way that Cathy squirmed her legs and rubbed her thighs together that she too was extremely turned on. The times that we were allowed to talk to the other prisoners near our cells further cemented my love for Cathy and her love for me. When her 120 day discipline was over she was released, and transferred to another cell block. I was devastated and thought that I would never see her again.

When Cathy was released from her cell she signed out diapers and plastic panties for her to wear. New guards and guards just getting off discipline were allowed to sign for diapers and wear them. Cathy had become addicted to diapers herself. Every day she would wear a double diaper under her uniform. Her double diapers were covered with a pair of snap on plastic panties. Off duty Cathy would wear four diapers covered by pull up plastic panties. She always picked pink or pink with baby animals for her pull on plastic panties. At work she wore white snap on plastic panties. When she got off work she would rush home and take off her uniform, stripping to just a bra and diapers. She would change her diapers and powder herself. She would lay on her bed and dream about the diapered man she loved and masturbate for hours.

It had been over six months since I had seen Cathy, and I missed her very much. I enjoyed wearing my bra, and loved being in diapers. I totally loved having my diapers changed and when the guards would rub the soft plastic of my panties until I came, but there was something missing, it was Cathy, oh how I missed her.

One particularly uneventful morning I had just finished messing in my night time diaper and was waiting for the guards to change me, I felt something unusual, or should I say heard something familiar. Cathy came to the door of my cell. She was holding my daytime diapers, bra, shackles and snap on plastic panties. Surprise she said, as she unlocked the door to my cell. She rolled out the changing mat, and told me to lift my legs so she could pull down my plastic panties. She gently unpinned my diapers, and cleaned my diaper area. She quickly put Vaseline on my diaper area and powdered me. She swiftly had me lift my bottom and slipped the diapers up between my legs. She pulled the front of the first diaper up between my legs and pinned it tightly between my legs and then repeated the process with the second diaper. She had me lift my bottom again, and slipped the plastic panties under me. She brought the front of the plastic panties up and snapped them in place. She made sure that the diapers were encased inside the plastic panties. She had me sit up, and she helped me put my bra on, and hooked it in the back. Then she locked the shackles on my wrists. She put the dirty diapers on the cart in the hall, and seeing no other guards she unbuttoned her shirt and took one of her breasts out of her bra. She held it to my lips saying here is a special treat for my special baby. She told me how much she loved me and how much she missed me as she rubbed the front of my plastic panties. I nursed at her breast as the soft cloth of the diaper floated across my penis. I came in a violent explosion. Cathy was rubbing her clitoris inside her plastic panties, as she had also dropped her uniform pants down. When we were both satisfied she got redressed and left my cell. Later the afternoon, the lieutenant came to my cell with a set of stocks, and had the two guards put me in them. I was sentenced to thirty days in the stocks for what had happened with Cathy that morning. He told me that Cathy was already sentenced to life without parole, and had started her training to be a prisoner as well as be diaper dependant. Because it was Cathy?s second offence with a prisoner and especially the same prisoner, she was to be kept in the cell across the hall from mine. We could see each other, we could talk to each other, but we would never be able to touch again. The guards unsnapped my plastic panties, and as I was dry they just put two more diapers on me and re applied my plastic panties. Thirty days in the stocks was painful, and seemed to last forever, but the most painful was that I would never again be able to touch Cathy, nor would I ever feel her touch me. The next five months went slowly, but the day finally came when Cathy was led back to the cell block and locked in the cell across from me.

It was just about lunch time and when Cathy was brought in. She was dressed in thick diapers for transportation from the training center. She had her hands and feet shackled, and white pull on plastic panties covered her thick diapers. The guards who transported her waited as the guards from our cell block changed her diapers. She was told to lay down in the changing mat and to lift her butt. She did as she was told and the guard pulled her plastic panties down, she lifted her legs without being told, and the white plastic panties were taken off entirely. Her diaper was found to be wet, so the diapers were unpinned layer by layer until she was naked. She shivered as the cool air hit her diaper area. The guards were constantly telling her how good the clean diapers would make her feel, as they wiped her entire diaper area. They stayed on her clitoris for several seconds and then started to apply Vaseline and then a thick coating of baby powder. I was in heaven to have her in the cell across from mine where I could see her an talk to her during the times we were allowed to talk. She lifted her bottom as the guards placed the diapers under her. As the front of each diaper was pulled up between her legs and pinned tightly around her waist the guards would rub her crotch pushing the fabric between her lips and against her clitoris. Finally a pair of pink bunny print plastic panties was placed under her lifted and diapered butt. The front of the plastic panties were pulled up between her legs and the sides were snapped shut. They then tucked the thick double diapers inside the waiting plastic of her panties. When they were all done they started to rub the crotch of her plastic panties and I could see her squirm and moan as she had an orgasm.

Even though the treatments to grow breasts had reduced my penis to an infantile size, it was rock hard and its head was clearly visible on the front of my plastic panties. Watching Cathy have her diapers changed had made me extremely horney and I started rubbing the front of my plastic panties. The vinyl of the panties slid across the soft cotton fabric of the thick diapers which rubbed against my penis and i quickly came. Even though my erection subsided, I kept rubbing the front of my plastic pants. There is no feeling in the world as good as a soft thick cotton diaper rubbing against my penis as the soft vinyl of the plastic panties slips across the fabric. Both Cathy and I kept rubbing our plastic panties until the guards came for our diaper changes and brought us our lunch bottles.

Even though Cathy and I could never touch it was wonderful to bee able to watch her have her diapers changed. I was happy to just see her in her diapers in the cell across from me. We were in love. She enjoyed seeing me in my diapers and bra, and enjoyed watching my diaper change. We could talk for several hours each day, and once or twice have been chained to the back walls of our cells for days at a time for talking to each other during silent times. We have both adjusted very well to our lives in Diaper Prison.