As we were driving to our destination, Adam in the front of the car, humming happily out of tune with some cheesy song playing on the radio, Abigail explained me that the state I was witnessing her in was not her fantasy. It was Adam's. They had a deal and would oblige each other fantasy alternatively.
The last 8 months had been spent setting up quite a complicated scenario in a particular hotel. They had come the first time as a couple celebrating the recovery of the wife after a terrible accident. She had lost both her legs, one arm and broken her back ,leaving her a quadriplegic.
The first time she came with Adam, she was still wearing a halo and a heavy back brace.
The second time, three months later she was free from the halo brace but was still wearing a back brace. And they were happy to announce that they were pregnant to the staff of the hotel, who remembered them from the previous time and was quite caring.
The third time, at the fifth month of her fake pregnancy had been marvellous, free from her back brace and showing a small belly, and now able to direct her wheelchair on her own. They had been sightseeing around and Adam seemed the happiest man on earth.
This time was the last, with a heavily 8-months pregnant Abigail, resting in her big wheelchair like a precious and fragile vessel. She was to look tired but blooming and happy. And happy she was indeed. While she was not too fond of being constantly wheelchair bound, she confessed that her physical appearance in that state was a real pleasure. The effect of the various straps and braces, enhancing her curves was striking. Her generally limp appearance contrasting with the rigid line of the wheelchair, it pleased her. Also, she loved having Adam move her limbs for her, and generally care for her wellbeing. The fake prothesis was a real gift for her too, it was numbing the feelings in her hand, and she really loved using it to touch things, and her own body, the feeling (or rather the lack of it), she said, was exhilarating.
At that point I was quite envious actually. I also wondered how realistic her fake pregnant belly was.
She promised me she'll show it to me as it was quite a work of art, imitating the feel of real skin and even matching her skin tone. In the meantime she offered me to touch it. Once again, the lack of feeling for her, as well as on her fake breasts was a real turn-on. I was on her left, so my only free limbs my right arm was able to reach her, even though at an awkward angle since I couldn't turn my upper body, stuck in a brace and secured by a strap on my wheelchair. So, looking in front of me, blindly I fumbled until I found her belly, it was round and soft, but not so soft that it felt like she had simply stuffed a pillow under her dress. Realistically soft. She sighed, and I could not help to try and feel her breasts, reminiscing about my steamy encounter with Emma.
- Hey, Jodie, Abigail's my wife! Hands off! laughed Adam in the front. Apparently he'd been keeping an eye on his precious load through the rearview mirror.
- I'm sure you'll find someone to play with at the hotel, he added.
I doubted that. Who'd want to chat up a girl so encaged in braces that she couln't even tie her own shoes ?
My valid hand landed back on my laps and, Abigail changed the turn of the conversation.
- Did you think of a backstory ? The staff over there is quiet but curious, you may have to make small talk.
- Not much actually, I thought I'd just talk about a bad fall because of my current condition. An unsteady gait and a fall in the stairs at work. And I'm on my way to a full recovery, except for my left leg of course. The weak one.
- That's simple and perfectly believable agreed Abigail. I can't wait to see you with the gutter arm-rest crutches.
I smiled. I couldn't wait either.
A couple of hours later, we stopped in front of a large white hotel, lost in the green scenery of the neighbouring state. The chance to meet someone we knew here was slim I thought as I drove my way out of the car to enter the spacious lobby. The clerk at the entrance greeted us, congratulated Abigail on her impressive bump and we were quickly channeled to our rooms.
Manoeuvering the electric wheelchair was a surprisingly pleasant experience, my chin was kept up, because of the brace, my legs encased in the KAFO braces were somethimes shaking, but would remain stiff, and my left arm was secured in a sling. I only felt alive and able in my right arm and the power chair was slowly becoming a part of me. Once in my room, the groom settled my luggage as I directed him, and I went to grab my purse to tip him. I almost got aroused when securing my wallet against my limp left hand to scoure for a couple of bills. Not able to bend my head was making it even more difficult. It felt utterly right.
The groom left and I was left to my own devices. We had been driving for a few hours and it had been decided that we would reunite in the lobby and head to the hotel restaurant at 1pm. I had 30 minutes left to freshen up.
I rolled toward the bathroom, and started to wonder how I would manage the toilets. After all I wasn't supposed to be paralysed, simply weakened. So a proper transfer was not in order, I would stand. Weakly.
I grabed my legs, one by one and carefully with my valid hand and settled them on the ground before grabbing a nearby handle in the well-equiped bathroom to help myself up. Luckily, there was still some strength in my right leg. Recently, I've noticed how really weakened my left leg is becoming, and I felt it again. Had the hinges of the KAFO brace not locked I would have fallen down.
The two steps to the toilets were slow, unsteady and fantastic. The wheelchair had been nice alright, but I felt it was time to give a try to the gutter-armrest crutches. Freshening up took me 10 minutes instead of 2. And it took me ten minutes more to arrange the crutches. But it was worth the hassle. As I rested heavily on them, dragging my stiffened legs one after another, looking straight ahead of me, I felt good. Each slow, almost painful step felt like a victory. Each harder hip movement to put my left leg in front of the other, each missed attempt to stabilize my left foot and lean a bit on it was a delight, and I could feel how the KAFO brace was indeed getting really useful for my left leg.
This fantasy was becoming very real, and I loved every bit of it.
Getting to the elevator in the long straight corridor was great, a couple passed me, I smiled at them, they smiled back and greeted me. I did not feel like an impostor, I was myself, that the exact way I wanted to be. It almost got me too emotionnal to walk, but by the time I reached the lobby, I was simply feeling good.
Adam and Abigail were waiting for me. Adam was lovingly stroking Abigail's belly. He had redone her hair and she was looking striking.
They both congratulated me on my gait, rather surprised to see that I was already mastering so well the crutches and we made our slow way to the restaurant.
The meal was delicious, and our waiter was the most gentle person ever. He even offered to cut my meat when he saw me struggling with my weakened and stiffened left arm. After all, he said, my girlfriend had a gentleman who was feeding her, it was unfair to leave me unattended.
I politely declined, even though it would have been tempting to be cared for by such a hot young man, and he almost seemed hurt. Adam winked at me.
- He's got a thing for you, you should ask for his number!
- Right. Sure, I'll do that, I mumbled.
I've never been so lucky with guys, they always seem nice at the beginning, and then the hidden flaws were showing up. There was no point hurting myself by trying to hook up for a one night stand with a healthy young man, while encased in fiber and metal contraptions that would guarantee at least as much action for him as shagging a wooden plank. He was certainly nice just for the tips.
I had to reconsider at the end of the meal, when he came to help me stand up. There was something in his touch. And something more in the piece of paper he slipped in my valid hand.
"My shift ends at 8pm, call me, I'll come. Connor. " and his number.
That was unexpected.
