The Trouble Within

Chap 8

It was a long drive back to the Monstropolis prison. Randall knew he was going to be re-booked. The sentence was not going to be good, he knew. But would things be any different for him once they found out he was pregnant?

Once back in the prison block, he went through processing again and his hands were let loose again, only to be put in cuffs again in front of him.

He was brought before the boss of the prison. "Nice try in escaping, Boggs. But you should have known we were going to find you no matter where you went."

Randall glared at him. "I did not escape! Your Officer Stanton drugged me and took me out! He wanted to use me as his own personal sex toy! He got me pregnant!" He shouted at him.

The guards around him hadn't noticed. Randall was breathing heavily, but at that, the swollen belly was finally noticed.

"I was at that doctor's office to find out how many I was having or if anything else was wrong."

"Guard, take Mr. Boggs to the medical ward until further notice." The boss said.

"Yes, Sir."

Randall was pulled out of the room. At least for the moment he wasn't taken directly to the prisoner cell block.

In the medical ward, he was given another orange shirt to mark he was a prisoner again, but he also underwent another exam for the pregnancy. They saw that Randall had twins inside him. They had to do it as proof that he wasn't lying about his condition.

After that, he was remaining in the medical ward cells until they could figure out what to do with him. His condition granted him that it wasn't safe for him in the regular cell block with other males. They could be known to beat each other up and Randall didn't need that right now.

Randall remained in solitary confinement for a few days. He got good healthy meals to benefit him and the babies. He hoped he wouldn't remain caged for the whole pregnancy.

Soon, some guards came and unlocked his cell.

"Mr. Boggs, do to your condition, you are going to be taken to a new place that accepts pregnant individuals and can help you with what you need to take care of yourself and the little ones." The guard explained.

"Does this mean I'm being freed?"

"No. You are still our charge, but this place will be able to help you out a lot more. Only from reports that you are not trying to escape from there and maybe we'll see, but they will also help you find an appropriate adoptive home for your babies. Let's go."

Randall came forward. He was cuffed again and taken to a room where he gave back the orange shirt after being un-cuffed and then cuffed again. A monitor was also placed on his left hind leg. Then he was taken to a bus that would take him to the new place.

The new place, when he first saw it, looked like a place of paradise. This didn't seem like a prison.

He was allowed off and followed the guards to the director's office.

The director met with them and they went through the rules of what went on here. Having a pregnant male here was certainly unusual, but they would take care of him just as if he was an expecting female.

Randall was allowed to be free of clothes, but he had to wear a cuff monitor on one of his legs at all times that told the staff and cops where he was at all times. He was not allowed to leave the premises without permission.

He was happy that he wouldn't have to wear a stupid shirt here. And he could nearly be allowed to do what he wanted. He could do the activities he wanted as long as they didn't lead to trouble. But there were some activities that he would have to participate in.