A trip to wonderland - Part 1

At 7 am I was ready. As requested by Abigail a few days before. I was standing in my alley, a light rolling suitcase in my left hand and my cane in the other.

At 7.05 am a van with a handicapped macaron parked in front of me.

The driver jumped out, happily greeted me and opened the lateral door. I climbed in without asking any question and was welcomed by Abi, who was sitting, wheelchair bound, at the back. She was not missing any leg... for the time being I guessed. She introduced me to Adam, our helper for the weekend and told me that he was a devotee friend of her who happily indulged in that kind of trip. This one trip she said was very special, as it was the final chapter of a bunch of trips at the same hotel. But before getting on the way, we would have to stop at Adam's shop. As it happened, Adam was the owner of a prosthetics shop. I was only mildly surprised.

At 7.25 I was stepping in was seemed to be the Ali Baba cavern for any pretender in the world, Adam told me to look around and to pick freely what was pleasing me while he was helping Abigail to get ready in the back room. As he rolled her out of my view, I started looking eagerly for what would fulfill my current fantasy. The steamy episode with Emma was still burning hot in my mind, even though over the last week, only professionally-themed e-mails arrived from her. Moreover, I've been slightly obsessed with a video on youtube featuring a very special kind of crutches, and I really wanted to try it out.


At 8.00 a stack of useful devices where bundled on top of a nice power chair that seemed to fit me perfectly and I was waiting for my two acolytes to come out of the room. The surprise almost made me fall on my comfortable butt when Abi showed up. She was... quite changed.

The least surprising were here legs. They were missing and two neatly bandaged stumps were popping out of a pale blue summer dress nicelly arranged under a strap keeping her diminished limbs down. What was more surprising was the use of a power chair, and the obviously pregnant belly, and the strap on top of it, bigger breasts too, enhanced by the strap  and rather heavy hard collar.
And a missing left arm, or at least well hidden in a fake hand prothesis that was resting motionless on the arm rest, strapped. She was driving the wheelchair with two fingers of an otherwise very limp right hand. As she moved toward me a bump on the floor made her right arm slip down slowly against her pregnant belly. I watched the hand slid slowly along the bump, it was utterly disturbing. Adam went to strap it too. I was speechless.

A pregnant triple amputee, quadriplegic. This was not something I was expecting from my hyperactive friend.

- I know it seems odd, said Abigail, but I'll explain later. It's your turn. Don't worry about me and go with Adam in the back room. I hope you can match me.

At 8h30 I came out of the room. Adam, after having a look at what I had chosen, went back in the store to pick better sized devices and helped me out with the heavy back brace that was blocking my neck. He also gave me a hand with the light carbon fiber KAFO braces that would adorn both my legs, and finally strapped my left arm in a heavy brace that wouldn't allow my to use arm crutches.

Learning how to use the gutter armrest crutches would come later, that would be the fun part of the trip. Adam arranged them at the back of my wheelchair and I sat in. Slowly. That was my first time in a power chair, I was not sure I would lack the lack of movement, but for now, my body was so heavily restrained that I couldn't wish for anything better. Struggle and pleasure time would be later.

At 8h45, Abi and I were securely installed at the back of the truck, and as Adam started the engine, Abigail asked me to unstrap her prosthetic hand and started slowly rubbing her pregnant belly while telling me the whole story.

I look and listened. Fascinated.

Heat wave

Work has been a quiet place lately. Summertime won over the usual office hubbub.

I've never been keen on taking long vacation in summer : overly packed beaches and crowded resorts are not my thing. I tend to take a week or so in october and fly to a state with warmer weather and then I take the rest of my days in winter in order to enjoy quiet time and hot chocolate on my sofa, or at a friend's home.

That said, my colleagues at the agency seem to be enjoying family holidays or flying to sunny California in order to have some fun on the beach. The only ones remaining are a few of my coworkers on my floor and Emma. The weather is warm and I've been wearing dresses everyday for a while now. Well above the knee sometimes because it's so hot and because my legs are void of any defect and I should enjoy it before cellulite strikes.

Emma remains in her tight conservative skirts with silky stockings, reasonable heels and a light white blouse. She choses her professional attire with great care and it fits her slender body to a tee.

Today was insanely warm, and at 7am, as I was strapping my ankle brace on my already moist ankle, I decided that even the brace was too much and that I should go light today, even though it would take me ages to walk from a point to another with a leg unable to support my weight. I only had to choose between the cam-walker and the crutches after all and it was about time for my colleagues to get used to me losing even more mobility.

I picked a light cream dress with floral patterns, a wide neck and a lace at the waist. I've been putting a bit on weight lately, but quite evenly and I really love my figures. I paused a moment in front of my mirror to pick a pair of sandals and decide between my cam-walker and my crutches. the crutches won. My profile with the line of my arm and crutch enhancing the curb of my breasts and the small soft round bulge of my belly was all I needed. I took a few steps around the house in order to get used to the new gait. With my ankle bending inside every other step, and my now weakened knee menacing to give up at any time I started a shaky walk to my car, feeling totally exhilarated. So much that the synchronized tapping of the crutches almost aroused me.
The road to work was spent anticipating every step and obstacles I would face at work and wondering if Emma was going to ask me out for lunch as she has been doing every monday since the beginning of july. Every time she arrived totally flushed at the small café on the first floor of our building.  I think looking a me walking is the biggest turn-on she ever had and I've been dressing light enough lately for her to see every single move of my body. I wondered if the even more feeble looking bare leg and the crutches were going to prompt her to do something. Anything.

A 10am, Emma still hadn't made an appearance at work, and none of my co-worker knew were she was. We needed her for a couple of cases and wondered if there was traffic congestion anywhere. But emma usually take the bus to work.

Around 11 the doors of the elevator opened and I heard Emma's voice. Finally ! I grabbed my crutches and went on my way to greet her.

I stopped dead in my tracks when I faced her in the corridor.
- "What happened ?" I blurted, unable to take off my eyes from her. My body became boiling hot and I had to grab my crutches even harder, both my legs were giving up on me.
- "The most stupid accident in the world, I fell on friday at the gym, I was rope jumping and I got mangled in the rope. I sprained both my ankles and my wrist. The hard collar and back brace are for safety, doctors think I'm fine but they don't want me to move too much. Hence the electrical wheelchair. I'm not supposed to be working, I'm just here to grab a few files and I'll be on my way home. If you could give me a..."
She stopped, finally noticing both my crutches. I stepped toward her. Her neck was in a collar linked to a small back brace that was keeping her very straight in her wheelchair, her bandaged right arm was neatly tucked in a sling against her chest and both her feet were stuck in dark air casts. She was however dressed as usual, save for the silky stockings. She looked so helpless, with her left hand laying on the command of the wheelchair. I wanted to grab the only working limb she had and... I was not sure of what I wanted to do next, but I did not have time to think of it. She was going to call someone else to help and I'd lose the chance to look at her moving around, stiff and weak in her bulky wheelchair.
- "Don't worry, I'll get my tripod cane. It should do the trick."
- "Good, a taxi is waiting for me in the parking."

She turned her wheelchair toward her office and I joined her there as quickly as I could.
The office door closed behind me and it was just the two of us. For a couple of minutes we got busy finding the files and I was stuffing them in the back pack at the back of the wheelchair. Every time I would bend to put a stack of paper in the back I would feel her perfume.
When she had everything she needed she turned toward the door.
- "I'll be on my way. Don't expect me at the office for a couple of weeks, but I'm available anytime via Skype, mail or on the phone. Please pass on the info. Just..."
- "Just ?"
- "Please, just don't tell the others how stupidly I got hurt... she sighed."

I promised and grabbed my tripod cane to go toward the closed door. As I passed her she gasped for air and her valid left hand grabbed my wrist. I released the tripod cane, my heart beating like it never had before and slid my hand in hers. Suddenly all I could think of was bent over her and touch whatever I could of her breasts under the back brace and the sling. But I didn't budge. She, however, did the most surprising thing ever. Releasing her injured arm from the sling with a slight wince, she touched my breast with her fingers, not moving them, leaving them in a curled position. I bent over so she could touch it better and before I knew it my lips were heading toward her still head. I released her valid hand to grab and arm rest of her chair for fear of losing my balance and we kissed passionately as she was fondling my breast with her bandaged hand. It lasted a heavenly minute, during which I discovered the tenderness of lips while her numb fingers were clumsily stroking my hardened nipples. I moaned while my free hand was stroking her breast, following the designs of the back brace.

- "Enough, she moaned. That's... "
I stepped back, breathless and we looked at each other.
- "That's not what I intended, I'm so sorry. You're so..."
- "So are you... "I said softly, and I opened the door. There was no point going further while at the office. "Get well and come back soon."
She rolled a few centimeters and stopped.
- "I'm... not sure."
- "About coming back."
- "About wanting to get better. I know it's rude to say that to someone sick, but I envy you and I... really fancy you."
She dashed out without letting me time to say anything.

I watched her disappear in the corner, and slowly went back to my office, bent on my tripod cane and still having gasps of pleasure at the thought of her soft breasts under the hard brace, and of her weakened hand fumbling in my bras.

I'd never kissed a girl before. It was all very disturbing.