Quadriplegic

My name is Beth. I'm 19 years old, I'm a dancer, well, I used to be. I live with my girlfriend Cindy, she is also now my caretaker. I am frozen from the neck down, from a car accident that happened two nights after graduating from High School, by a drunken maniac in a 5 ton Dump Truck, that went through my care like a war missile.

First off, I have an amazing girlfriend named Cindy, yes, I am a lesbian. She is a VERY loving person. If it wasn't for her, I would still be lying there by myself, in a hospital bed, getting my ass wiped by some stranger.

I can't feel, or move anything below my chin. I am a petite lady(If you can still call me that), with a very tight figure, and decent sized breasts. I have to wear diapers that are very bulky, I can't feed myself, I literally can't do ANYTHING for myself. Anyways, this is a day in my life.

I hear the faint beep of the alarm clock, it wakes me up. I am quickly reminded after a few seconds, that those dreams about me dancing with my Girlfriend were just that, dreams. My body is numb, frozen from my chin down, not even being able to feel Cindy get out of bed, as she walks around, over to my side of the bed. "Are you awake" She asks me. "Yes" I reply.

Of course, anything she is doing to me that I tell you about, I can only hear as she's telling me, I can not feel her loving hands.

She pulls the blankets off of my paralyzed body, and pushes them on the floor. She checks my Depends diaper, and tells me that it is full of poop. I can even smell it, now that the blankets are no longer covering me. She tells me that she could smell it, and that it woke her up, but she let me sleep for a few more minutes. I am still embarrassed, and miserable for having to wear diapers, pissing and shitting my pants night and day, and leaving it for my girlfriend to clean it up. She now turns me on my back, and then walks over to grab the changing bed. Cindy wheels it over to our bed, and then moves my limp, useless body onto it. I imagine that if I could feel it, it would be very cold.

She takes the wide, Velcro straps and an wraps them from my thin legs. I think to myself, wow I'm like a baby, I have to lie here getting my diaper changed. She pulls the diaper down, and then off. I'm amazed she shows no sign of nausea from doing this dirty deed. She then takes a cloth, and gently wipes my paralyzed pussy, cleaning it very thoroughly, then moving on to turning me on my side, to wipe my ass. Again, thinking, wow, my girlfriend wipes my shitty ass for me, this is not right. She then lays me back on my back, and snaps a fresh diaper on my ass. Of course, the rest of my body is naked.

She then baths me on the diaper bed, starting from my face and ears, down to my numb, firm, tits, moving down to my flat stomach. She grabs another cloth, and wipes my thighs, which used to be firm and toned, and now sit there flaccid, and limp. She jokes about tickling my feet, this I crack a smile at. Now she turns me on my side, and washes my back.

Now that I don’t smell literally like shit, Cindy decides it’s time to dress me, because we might be going out today to the mall, even though I get sick of the stares. People just can’t wrap there heads around seen such a beautiful, young lady confined to a wheelchair, not even able to turn her head. She grabs my bra, a 32D, and sits me up, while at the same time, strategically pulls it around my chest, taking care to get my big tits fully inside my bra. I bet I look ridiculous, a slim, dancer figure, lying on a changing bed, wearing a extra thick depends diaper, and a set of big tits inside a pink bra. It’s frustrating, not being able to feel my what used to be sensitive body, and not being able to move so much as a finger, let alone wipe my own tight ass. She then puts my tight fitting pink shirt, and skin tight black pants. It is VERY noticeable that I am wearing a diaper. Cindy helps me sit up, and pats my back like a baby, causing me to burp a few times. She now picks me up, and carries me over to my huge bright pink wheelchair. She places me inside of my chair, and straps my chest straps, and buckles my waist. I am now ready to be pushed like a child around this unfair world. I have my diaper on, my clothes on, and I’m buckled in.

Cindy pushes me into our huge bathroom, and puts me in front of the sink. She takes my toothbrush, and puts some paste on it, and brushes my teeth, After, she holds a spit tray under my chin, and I spit the toothpaste out. Now, I am ready for the day. Today, we’re eating brunch at the diner down the street.

Cindy pushes me out the door, into the bright sunny sidewalk, and we go down to the diner. As she’s ordering our food, we smell a very pungent smell, and realize that I shit my fucking pants again. It’s depressing, knowing that I shit and piss my pants like a baby, not even feeling it come out of my body. So she takes me into the handicapped bathroom, picks me up, and places me on the changing table. She pulls my pants down, unstraps my shitty, pissy, smelly diaper. And like she did this morning, she wipes my paralyzed sex, and wipes my frozen, numb, tight ass. Of course, the whole time, I feel none of it. I just smell the reeking shit. Looks like we’re cancelling the order, because I have the shits. So she puts a fresh diaper on, pulls my pants back up, and puts me back into my wheelchair that I will be confined too for the rest of my crippled life. The people in the restaurant looked at me like I was an alien. Some look disgusted that I had came into this restaurant, smelling like shit.

When we get back to our house, she picks me up and puts me in the bed. I shit myself five times in the next hour, Cindy changing me after every time. I really wish I could move my fucking body. Cindy gets undressed, and puts her nice, fresh, soft, huge tits in my face, and tells me to lick them, because I was her helpless fucking cripple. I comply, and lick her pointy, firm nipples greedily, getting some fresh breast milk from her tits. She takes a needle in the tit every week, to produce milk, we found peace, and basically going by life with me being a helpless, overgrown baby, and Cindy is my caretaker, and my wife. Fuck, I shit and piss my pants every 20 minutes, and get spoon fed like a baby, might aswell act like one. So I lick her firm, white, tits wishing so bad I could take my hand and squeeze it. Cindy takes my limp hand, and rubs it against her vagina. Telling me how wet she is. Now Cindy moves her fresh cunt over my head, and I lick the inside of my woman. She screams so loud. She then turns around, and rubs my numb tits. She also rubs my ear, knowing that is my ONLY turn on spot left. I orgasm silently from the rubbing of my ears. We stopped when we smelt the pungent smell of shit again, so Cindy stops and changes my shitty diaper again.

She spoon feeds me my soup, and then gets me ready for bed. She undresses me, and rubs my whole body down with some powder that prevents sores. She cleans me down, changes my diaper, and then puts the covers over top of me. Now she goes to bed, and every two hours, she has to wake up and move me, and change my diaper.

So, there you have it. A day in the life of a lesbian quadriplegic woman. I’m 19 years old, and rely on my girlfriend to take care of my most basic needs. I can’t move a single limb. I can’t feed myself, bath myself, toilet myself, turn myself, or even BURP on my own. I am a prisoner for life, inside of my own beautiful, tight body. I lay here in my thick diaper, waiting for Cindy to clean my helpless ass. I am fucked for life, never walking again, never driving again, never having normal sex again, never feeling my nice, wet, warm, tight cunt. Never feeling my hands on Cindys firm, soft, warm, tits. Getting breast fed like a baby, diapered like a baby, and fed like a baby. All because of a drunk driver. All well, Cest’ la “ vie.












MEET SARAH, THE INCOMPLETE QUADRIPLEGIC/MUTE

Good morning, my name is Sarah.  This is my story about being a mute incomplete Quadriplegic, that is ventilator dependent.  I was paralyzed and muted by a stroke that I had last year, in the summer time. I can’t move anything but my fingers and turn my head, I can’t even move my elbows, or my shoulders. I have full sensation in my body, even though I can’t even control my bladder, or my bowels. I sit in my wheelchair, or lay down in my bed, wearing diapers, and getting tended to by my husband. His name is Scott, and he’s my full time 24/7 caregiver, and lover. Anyways, this is my story.

It’s morning time, the sun is bright in our oversized bedroom. I moan gently, and Scott opens my eyes for me, so I can see. I’m covered in a light sweat, yet I’m a little cold. He get’s off the bed, and takes the covers off of me. He checks my diaper, which I already know is full of pee and crap. He moves me over onto the bedside changing table, and unsnaps the diaper from my ass. He washes me down, taking care to not cross containment the cloth that cleans my vagina, with the cloth that cleans my ass, and vice versa. He then puts a fresh ATTENDS Diaper on my ass.  I am very petite, with a  round, fair sized booty, and about 38C breasts. Scott makes sure that my skin is all very soft.

He takes my shirt off, and exposes my uncontrolled top, and my big, soft breasts. He washes my breasts very gently, I moan, as it is very pleasurable when he touches my tits. He moves down to my belly. He then takes my limp arms, and washes them from my shoulders down to my hands, where I grab onto his hand. He holds it for awhile. He then cleans my limp legs, making sure he gets everywhere.

Scott then goes over to grab my “talker”, witch is basically a keyboard, that I can type into, and make words. I tell him that I need to burp. So he sits me up, and gently pats my back, and I burp, luckily my mouth is always hanging open, so it escapes. He dresses me in a tight pink shirt, and black cotton pants, and then picks me up and carries me to my chair. I watch my body just dangle around, as I’m being carried.  He places me into my wheelchair, and plugs my mobile ventilator in.

He wheels me over to the kitchen, and brings over my food machine. He lifts my shirt up a little bit, and plugs the machine into the valve in my belly. It feels incredibly weird, as the food gets pumped into my empty stomach. He fills me up with 2 bags of “food”. He lowers my shirt, and wipes my mouth, not because I have food on it, but because I am constantly drooling, from the lack of control over my reflexes, including swallowing. Speaking of swallowing, he brings me over to my other machine.

He puts this mask over my face, and turns the pump on, which creates suction in my throat and my nose, and it causes my throat to swallow a few times, and causes my nose to “sneeze”. I feel a big crap squeeze out of my ass, and He hasn’t even turned my “talker” on, so I moan at him, until he catches the hint. I just sit there, letting the ventilator breath for me, and the shit keep squeezing out of my ass,  as I watch him turn on the computer attached to my wheelchair. I tell him that I pooped again. Scott wheels me back into the bathroom, and changes my messy diaper again.

Now it’s time for TV! He pushes me into the living room, and turns on the TV. We watch it for a few hours, then It’s time for “lunch”. So he pushes me back into the kitchen, and plugs my feeding machine into my belly, and I get to enjoy the weird sensation of having 3 bags of that stuff pumped into me. While this is happening, I feel the warm, wet sensation that I feel fifteen times a day, as I piss myself. I tell him this through my computer, but I tell him to wait until I poop again. So he listens. He unplugs my feeding machine, and caps the valve in my belly, and again wipes my mouth. Scott then puts my suction machine back on. I don’t know what it is today, but as he’s doing that, I feel yet another shit squeeze out of my ass, and make a mushy, gross feeling all up my ass. He must of heard it, because he takes the machine off, and wheels me back into the bathroom, and changes me YET again.

While he’s taking my messy diaper off, I pee on him by accident, I try to giggle, but my paralyzed throat won’t let me. He cleans me up, and snaps the fresh one on. Now it’s time for the break from my wheelchair, three hours before I go to bed. He takes me into the bedroom, and lays me on the bed. I lay there, motionless, just staring at my husband, wishing that I could talk to him, wishing that I could just hold him, and squeeze him tight. I keep telling my body to move, but it doesn’t. I just lay there, getting air pumped into me by a machine, and stare at the wall, not able to do ANYTHING.

He brings my talker over, and I tell him I’m horny. As I tell him this, I piss myself again. He takes my diaper off, cleans me, but instead of putting a fresh one on, he climbs beside me, and flips me on my side, facing away from him. He sticks his rock hard, huge dick inside my wet, warm, tight pussy. We go at it for 2 hours, he came three times inside of me. If I could have closed my eyes, I would have. He get’s off, tells me how beautiful I am, and cleans my crotch. He then puts a fresh diaper on me, and pulls the covers on top of me, and shuts the lights off for bed.

So there you have it readers, my life, not being able to talk, breath, and do nothing but move these fingers that are telling you this story. Have a goodnight. Cheers.