“Ok, you can turn around, now. I’m done,” Dante heard. Dante spun around on his rump to keep his back to and his face away from the less coherent of his two new cellmates. Lysa was now, sitting on her bottom, likely spreading the mess around in her diaper, as she smoothed her dress out to cover more of it.

“Sorry about that, new fish”, the blonde said. “Old habits die hard. I’m just not used to pooping around boys, you know. I think it might be a girl thing. Boys never seem to care where they go or who they go in front of. Aaah whatever.” A new wave of revulsion spread through Dante, and it must have shown.