In the family 3

            Missy got home a little early, her head buzzing with ideas of what was going to happen over the extended weekend her mom had planned.  Her time off was approved, so it was just a matter of waiting until Friday to find out her surprise, and she couldn’t wait.  She had gotten plenty of surprises over the previous several weeks, and had not only grown comfortable with sharing her ‘hobby’ with her mother, she had actually begun looking forward to their time together as ‘disabled’ – it was as if they both had this deep new connection they shared, and it had made them closer than ever.

            Missy was trying to decide how she wanted to spend the evening when something caught her eye, giving her an idea.  It was her mothers’ low-heeled leather boots, a nice pair of dressy boots Missy has always liked.  She pulled them on, and they fit pretty well – maybe a half-size too loose, but nothing she couldn't manage.  She smiled, took one boot into her bedroom, and prepared for the evening.

            First, as usual, she undressed down to her underwear.  She then took out three wide bandages, her crutches, and the outfit she planned on wearing, and got on the bed.  She folded her right leg under her and began wrapping it, as her mom did when playing amputee.  She wrapped it firmly, then secured it and stood up - it felt strange, but comfortable - it might not be as good as her mom did, but she thought she could manage the night with it.  Next, she took a pair of charcoal grey tights and began pulling them up her good leg, then over her new 'stump'.  Once the tights were on over it, Missy was amazed at how realistic it looked.  Next, she put on a black knit skirt that came down to just below her knees, and then a charcoal grey knit top to match.  She put a sock on her left foot, to make the boot fit a little better, and then slid the boot on.  She grabbed her crutches and stood up - it was comfortable, and she took a few test steps to get used to the idea of being an 'amputee'.  She liked it - maybe not as much as having her legs rigid and immobile in front of her, but she could do this for the evening and enjoy it.

            Next Missy went into the bathroom and did her hair, brushing it all to her right side, making a side ponytail and putting a black ribbon in it.  The stood on her crutches and looked at herself in the mirror - she liked the way she looked, it made her smile. 

            She crutched into her mothers' room for the second part of her plan, going through her mother's closet until she found the clothes she was looking for.  She set it all out and placed the remaining boot next to the bed, then crutched to the kitchen to check her chores list.

            The list had her straightening out the living room and cleaning the bathroom - great.  Missy liked the cleaning while she was in her various states of disability, but the bathroom - that didn't sound like fun.  Under the bathroom chore, however, there was a note from mom - 'make sure you check in the closet'.  OK, noted.  Probably new scouring pads to clean the toilet or something.  Missy cleaned up in the living room and decided to try to pass the vacuum across the area rug, something she hadn't attempted yet.  She was able to pull the vacuum cleaner out easily enough, and then just balanced on one crutch and ran the cleaner over the rug back and forth, similar to how she had mopped the kitchen before.  Because the rug wasn't huge, she was able to vacuum the whole thing by only shifting positions three times.  She put the vacuum away, thrilled that she was able to do it so easily, and then resigned herself to cleaning the bathroom as her final chore.  She crutched into the bathroom and began straightening the counter half heartedly, then remembered her mom's note - check the closet.  Curious, she crutched over to the bathroom closet and opened it - her eyes opened wide.  Inside, hanging where the mop used to hang, was a specially adapted cleaning tool, as far as Missy could tell.  The top part looked like one of her mother's forearm crutches - she put her arm through the ring and grasped it by the cross piece, but instead of a crutch bottom, it had a football-shaped cleaning head.  Missy smiled and took the tool down, leaned her right crutch against the wall, and put a cleaning pad on the tool, ran it under warm water in the tub, and began cleaning.  It was so much easier to clean this way, and it gave Missy a thrill to realize that it was so much easier because she was using an adaptive tool to help her clean as an 'amputee' - her mom really did understand, and had probably gotten this tool as much for her own use as for Missy's.

            Missy finished her chores and watched a little TV, and then about 15 minutes before her mom was supposed to come home, she turned off the TV, wrote a note on the phone pad and crutched into her mom's room, put the note on top of the folded clothes there, and went into her room, shut the door, and waited for her mom to come home.

            Mom came home right on time and, as expected, rushed right into her room.  Missy crutched out of her room and into the living room and waited for her mom to come out, hoping her surprise would go over well.  Her mom came out after about 15 minutes, a big smile on her face, dressed as Missy had hoped - she wore black tights over her right leg and stump, wore her boot, a charcoal grey knit skirt in a similar style to Missy's black one, and a black knit top exactly like Missy's grey one - they were wearing nearly identical outfits, with the same colors, but reversed, and both were amputees - Missy her right leg, Carol her left. 

            "Oh sweetie, this is so cute." Carol said as she crutched into the living room to meet her 'twin'.  "But there's something not quite right - our crutches don't match."

            "Well, I figured we could live with that." Missy said -just the fact they were both on crutches was fine for Missy, she didn’t care that her mom had her sleek forearm crutches, while Missy used her underarm ones. 

            "Well, we could - but we don't have to.  Go into my room." Carol said.  Missy crutched into her moms' room, unsure of exactly why, when she saw them - a pair of beautiful forearm crutches just like her mothers', laying across the bed.  She quickly put her underarm crutches aside and grabbed the forearm crutches - already adjusted to her height, as she's expected.  She crutched out of her moms' room beaming a smile from ear to ear. 

            "I'm glad you like them, sweetie." her mom told her when she came into the living room. 

            "I LOVE them, thank you so much!  How did you know?"

            "Know what, that you were planning on playing 'twins'?  I had no idea - these were actually part of your weekend surprise, but I figured it wouldn't hurt to give them to you now, so we could truly match."

            "They're wonderful, and so comfortable to use, especially like this." Missy indicated her 'stump'.

            "Well, it looks like I can teach you a couple things about being an amputee, too, dear." her mom said.

            "Like what? Time for a lesson from the master?" Missy said, excited.

            "Yes, and lesson one - dressing your stump.  You're dangling over there..." Carol said.  Missy looked down, and the bottom, 'empty' half of her right stocking was dangling out from under her skirt - it must have come undone. 

            "OK, sit." her mom said, and Missy sat on the couch, her mother say in the chair across from her.  Missy still marveled at how graceful her mom moved when she was like this.  "Now, let's see." her mom pulled her skirt up over her stump, so it was plainly visible, and it was smooth - no lines, no dangling stocking ends, no wrinkles.  Again, it looked perfect, like this woman had been an amputee for years and knew all the tricks. 

            "That looks great, mom." Missy said, and pulled up her own skirt, revealing her own 'stump' which did not look nearly as well dressed. 

            "First, pull your tights off your stump." Carol said, and she did the same.  It took Missy a minute longer, but she got her stump out of the tights.  "next, pull the stocking leg inside-out, like this." Carol said, showing Missy how to turn the leg inside-out, about half way.  "Finally, keeping a grasp of the toes there, keep the folded portion there behind your stump, like this." Again demonstrating the process with her own stump.  "and now pull it up over your stump, pull it tight and smooth it, then give the toes a tug behind you - that will tighten the whole thing up."  Missy watched her mom demonstrate and pull the tights back over her folded stump leg, then smooth and straighten until it looked just as perfect as it had before.  Missy tried and was able to do almost as good a job, and after her mom helped her smooth out a few curls and wrinkles, she had a well dressed right stump that looked totally realistic. 

            "Thanks a lot, mom - it looks great.  Oh, and thanks for that tool in the bathroom - it's very handy!"  said Missy

            "I saw it in the medical supply shop when I was buying those for you and figured we'd both be able to use it. I'm glad you like it."

            The pair had dinner and watched TV together, and Missy brushed and did her mother's hair while they chatted, giving her a side pony tail on her left, again to match yet be opposite of Missy's ponytail.  The two woman laughed and chatted well into the night, both crutching off to bed later than usual, and both very happy. 

 

            Missy nearly bounded home from work on Friday, she was so excited to get her surprise.  As she half-expected, her mom was already home when she pulled in, but as she entered the house, her mom was sitting at the table drinking a cup of coffee - and had no apparent disabilities at all.

            "No, no disabilities for either of us just yet, we're going out." Carol said, getting up and grabbing her keys.  Missy, too excited to complain, followed her out to the car. they drove into town and Carol pulled into a local clinic and parked.  Missy followed her in without asking any questions, and both women went into the office.  "We have an appointment with Dr. Fields" Carol told the receptionist, and then she and Missy sat down and waited to be called.

            After twenty minutes, Missy and Carol were called and walked into the back of the clinic, into one of the treatment rooms.  The nurse told Missy to get undressed down to her underwear, and that the doctor would be in soon. 

            Missy's heart was racing as she undressed, folding her skirt and blouse and placing them on a chair, then sitting on the cold exam table.  Her mom was just looking at her, and finally the silence was broken.

            "Mom, what the hell is going on?" Missy asked, even her normal tone explosively loud in the quiet office. 

            "What's going on, Missy." said an attractive female doctor as she walked through the door "is that you have broken both your legs, according to your mother, and will need to be casted."

            "Meghan, how are you?" carol asked, standing up and hugging the doctor.  "Missy, this is Meghan Fields, an old friend of mine, form my 'early days'.  'doctor' fields now - congratulations, by the way.

            "So, you knew my mom when she...?" Missy asked the doctor.

            "Oh yes - your mom gave me my first pair of crutches, actually.  Honestly, she's probably the reason I followed the path into the medical profession."

            "And so you're going to.."

            "Put casts on your legs, yes - I assume you'll be OK with that?" Meghan said.

            "Oh yes - very OK with it." Missy smiled.

            "OK, good.  I'm going to put full leg fiberglass casts on you - they'll dry quickly, and you'll be able to walk on them with special cast boots.  Well, you'll need support, as well - crutches, at least. 

            Meghan began by putting soft stockings on Missy's legs, all the way up to her crotch.  Then she wrapped both legs up and down with soft wrapping, which she explained were to help the casts be more comfortable on her.  Then she began wrapping her legs with the fiberglass bandages, starting at her feet, using extra wrapping at the ankle and knee.  Missy was fascinated to see the casts go on, see her legs transformed like this.  The process too almost an hour, and Missy had to sit still for another 30 minutes to make sure the casts were set and dry.  Her mom helped her get dressed, putting her skirt back on for her, then, to be sure they weren't damaged, Meghan brought in a wheelchair with leg supports and she and Carol helped Missy into the wheelchair, lifting her casted legs and placing them on the padded rests.  Her mom pushed her in the wheelchair out to the car, right through the waiting room where several people still sat and waited to be seen.  Missy could feel their eyes following her - or rather, her casted legs - as she was wheeled through the room.  She had never felt so good - and to be honest, doubted she had ever felt so aroused in her entire life, sitting in this wheelchair, her legs immobile and casted.  Though she absolutely loved what her mom had done for her here, she suddenly couldn't wait to be alone for a while.  Her mom helped her into the back seat of the car, so she could manage her legs, and then did something Missy wasn't expecting - she folded the wheelchair and put it in the trunk.  Missy didn't say anything, but

            "How about dinner, sweetie?" Carol asked Missy as they drove. 

            "You mean - at a restaurant?" Missy asked, shaken out of her erotic, casted daydreams.    

            "Sure at a restaurant - I'm sure we can find one that will accommodate your wheelchair."

            Missy felt lightheaded hearing that, and decided to just go along with whatever her mother was planning.  They pulled into a quiet Italian restaurant and Carol verified that could, in fact, accommodate Missy's wheelchair.  Carol pulled it from the trunk and set it up, then helped Missy into it, again lifting her casted legs onto the leg pads the wheelchair was equipped with. 

            They entered the restaurant and were seated, the waiter removed the chair at the end of the table and Carol pushed her wheelchair into the slot, and Missy fiddled with the locks until she figured out how to lock the wheels.  The wheelchair felt comfortable under her, and she wiggled her toes and tried to move her legs, which she found to be much more immobile then when she used the bandaging. 

            "I have to admit, I envy you right now." carol said.

            "Why is that, mom?" Missy asked.

            "You sitting there, legs crippled, wheelchair bound - I've never actually been in a wheelchair, in all my pretending." she replied.

            "Really?  Well, we'll have to remedy that - maybe when we get home?" Missy said, already having ideas.

            "Tomorrow, dear - you need to keep off your legs tonight, keep them elevated.  I'll help you out tonight, if that's OK."

            "Sure mom - as long as at some point, I get to help you."

            "OK, it's a deal."

            They ordered their meal and had an hours-long conversation, the connection between them had grown beyond mother and daughter, and had blossomed into a very close friendship.

           

            Once they reached home, Carol again helped Missy into her wheelchair and helped her up the single step into the house.  Once in the house, Missy began wheeling herself about, enjoying the wheelchair and the ease at which she could move about.  Still... she wanted a little time alone, a fact which her mother seemed to understand.

            "Missy, why don't you go into your bedroom and change into something a little more comfortable, and try out using your crutches."

            "Sure mom, I'll be out in a few." she replied, thankful for the opportunity.  She wheeled into her bedroom and shut the door - she didn't bother to lock it, as she knew her mom wouldn't come in right now, and she parked her wheelchair next to her bed.  She was going to transfer into bed, but the feel of the wheelchair was... nice.  She looked at her casted legs and lifted her skirt, touching her casts, then touching her panties - the feeling was amazing, so sensual, almost electric.  She began rubbing herself - both her casts and her sex - and the feelings were incredible.  She was breathing heavily and fingering herself deeply when she came so strong, even though she tried her best, she knew she made at least some audible moaning or crying sounds as she exploded in orgasm.  She listened, but her mom didn't say anything - either she didn't hear, or she was giving her daughter some privacy.

            Missy crutched her way slowly into the living room, dressed in only a long nightshirt and her casts, using her forearm crutches.  She had put her cast boots on her feet, but being unable to mover her legs at all except for her hips made walking very difficult.  she shifted each leg forward with a flip of her hip, so her walk was almost a waddle, but it was slow going.

            "Oh honey, there's a better way to do that - here, let me show you." Carol said ash she saw her daughter struggling on her crutches.  She went to her bedroom and came back with her crutches, and demonstrated for Missy.       "See, with rigid legs like that, you can do what's called a 'swing-through' gait.  Watch mommy."

            Carol straightened both her legs, as if they were rigid like Missy's, and then placed both crutches in front of her, lifted her legs at the same time, and swung them through the uprights, bringing them down just after the crutches.  She repeated the process, and could swing-walk quite effectively - but she also wasn't in full leg casts.  Missy tried it, putting the crutches out in front of her a little over a foot, and lifted, swinging forward with both legs - she didn't swing through as gracefully as her mom, but it was a more efficient gait, so she kept trying it.  Eventually, she got the hang of it and was moving back and forth across the living room with ease. 

            "Very good honey." Carol said, watching her daughter's progress on the crutches.  After a few trips around the living room and kitchen, Missy stood still with a look of concern on her face.  "What's wrong honey?" carol asked.

            "well - something I hadn't thought about.... I have to go..."

            "Go?  Oh, GO - that's OK dear, go ahead, call me if you need any help, but I'm sure you'll be able to manage.  Just take it slow."

            Missy crutched to the bathroom, where she was greeted by quite a surprise.  "Mom" she called out over her shoulder. "I don't know when you did this, but you are officially the coolest mom ever."

            "I'm glad you approve, dear."

            What missy was looking at was a set of assistive grab-bars around the toilet and tub, so she could transfer easier in her casts.  They must have been installed earlier that day, which meant mom must have started her vacation a little early. 

            Missy crutched up to the toilet, leaned her crutches against the wall, and grabbed the hand rails.  She slowly turned herself around, so she was facing the right direction, and then balanced on her casted legs, keeping hold with one hand, and raised her nightshirt with a free hand, then slipped her panties down a bit clumsily. Once that was done, she simply lowered herself onto the toilet seat and did her business.  Getting up was almost as easy, pulling herself up to standing using the grab bars, then pulling her panties up, straightening her nightshirt, and getting her crutches back under her.  She swung back into the living room and sat on the couch, and her mom immediately put pillows under her legs to help her keep them elevated, as the doctor ordered.  Missy had a grin ear to ear.  "Thanks so much mom." she said, as carol sat back down.

            "You're very welcomed, honey." Carol replied, smiling in her own way.

            Missy began to get up to go to bed, and found she was having trouble swinging her legs over the edge of the couch.  She struggled for a second, then had a thought.

            "Mom, could you help me with my legs?" she asked innocently.  Carol got right up and helped Missy to a standing position, and Missy said good night and headed back to her bedroom.  Before she left the living room, though, she told her mother not to forget to come tuck her in.  She had an idea in her head, and wanted to make sure Carol returned to her room before going to bed.

            Missy got ready for bed, then readied her idea, and then got into bed and pulled the sheets over her.  As expected, her mom came in a short time later and kissed her goodnight.  Before she left, Missy called out.

            "Mom - you can take that into your room tonight." she said, indicating the wheelchair. 

            "No honey, that's OK..." she replied, not even looking at the chair.

            "No, really mom - I want you to.  Look at the seat..." 

            Carol looked at the seat - there were six rolls of wide elastic bandage.  She smiled, kissed her daughter on the cheek, and pushed the wheelchair and it's cargo out of the room.

 

            Missy slept much better than she had imagined - rolling over wasn't really an option, but that was OK, she was able to get very comfortable on her back.  Her only problem was in the middle of the night, she had to go to the bathroom again - she woke up and for an instant forgot her situation - she tried to hop out of bed before she realized that, at least for this weekend, there would be no hopping...  She grabbed her crutches and went through the time-consuming process of getting up to standing, crutching slowly to the bathroom, using the grab bars to get down and up, etc... It took so long that by the time she got her panties clumsily down over her casts, she had nearly lost it and peed.  She'd have to remember that, as it was a little too close of a close call.  She crutched back to bed and slept soundly until the next morning, when she was awoken by - something...

            She awoke in bed and thought she had heard a yell or scream.  She listened in the quiet of the house, hearing nothing but the hum of her alarm clock - it was after 8:30am, she had slept later than she anticipated.  She was about to toss it off as imagination, but then she heard it again, this time accompanied with a moaning.  She got up onto her crutches, planning to investigate, when she realized what it was.  Embarrassed, she returned to her bed and began to pull out clothes for the day that would suit her particular condition, and still be good looking.  she decided on a knee-length navy blue skirt and a nice quarter-sleeved shirt, then pulled out a pair or navy blue tights, just to experiment with. 

            She removed her nightshirt while sitting, then wriggled out of her panties.  She slid on a fresh pair, then decided to try the tights.  She was flexible enough to bend down and touch her toes, but actually getting the tights over her casted feet proved to me more of a challenge.  She finally managed it, and began slowly pulling the tights up her casted legs, until she could stand by the bed and pull them all the way up over her.  She lay back down and put the cast shoes back on, fastening them securely, then put her shirt on.  Finally, she stood up and pulled her skirt on, fastening it around her hips and waist, fixing it so it showed off as much of her casted legs as she could.  Finally ready, she opened the door to her bedroom and crutched down the hall to the living room, unsure if her mother was 'finished' yet - she was nowhere to be seen, so Missy sat on the couch and watched some TV.  A half hour later, she heard her mother's door open, and the distinct lack of footsteps or crutch falls indicated to Missy that her idea had worked. 

            Carol rolled into the living room, and Missy was again amazed - her mother was transformed.  Her hair was gorgeous, her makeup tastefully elegant.  she wore a casual burgundy sweater and matching skirt, and under the skirt...  Carol was a gorgeous double leg amputee, both 'stumps' wrapped in black tights, and there was no indication as far as Missy could see that her mother had ever had legs, so convincing was the illusion.  the leg rests for Missy's casts had been removed, so the wheelchair was devoid of any reference to legs or feet.

            "Wow, mom."

            Carol wheeled in front of Missy and spun the wheelchair in a slow 360, modeling the new her.  "You like?"

            "It's amazing - you look great, mom." Missy repeated.

            "You look cute too - I like the tights over the casts, it's a nice look."

            "Thanks.  So, you like the wheelchair, I take it."

            "More than you know, sweetie.  I'm not sure you'll be getting it back this weekend."

            "That's fine - you look great in it, and I kind of like the crutches with the casts anyway.  So you want breakfast?"

            "Sure - you mind cooking?  I might have issues reaching the counter like this..."

            "I figured - I'll make waffles, you can set the table, OK mom?"   

            "sounds like a plan then" Carol said, and wheeled into the kitchen.  She pulled dishes out of the dishwasher to set the table with, as she couldn't reach the upper cabinet from her wheelchair, and Missy had to help her with the glasses.

            "You're like a pro in that thing, mom." Missy said, getting out the syrup and butter as her mother wheeled around the kitchen getting juice and milk poured.

            "I can't tell you how amazing it feels to be in this wheelchair - it's like something I've always dreamed of, but never experienced.  It's better than I had dreamed it." Carol said, watching her daughter balance on casted legs and forearm crutches as she prepared breakfast.

 

            After breakfast, Missy and her mom were helping each other straightening up, chatting about what to do for the day in their conditions.  They couldn't really go anywhere, as neither of them could drive in their current conditions, and Carol didn't want to stop being an amputee just yet.  During the conversation, Carol excused herself and wheeled hurriedly to the bathroom.  After a little while, she came back, but was wearing a different skirt.

            "What happened?" Missy asked.

            "Took longer to use the toilet like this than I imagined, that's all." she said, embarrassed.

            "Same thing almost happened to me last night, actually." Missy said, recounting the issues making it to the toilet on time. 

            "I have an idea, then." Carol said, and wheeled to the den to make a phone call.  "It will be all set in about an hour, don't worry about it dear." carol said, and wheeled to her bedroom to start getting laundry together.  Missy watched more TV, and in a little over an hour, the doorbell rang.  Missy didn't even hesitate - she crutched over to the door and opened it - there was a delivery person from the local grocery there, with two paper bags.  Missy signed and the delivery man put the bags down just inside the door and left.  Carol wheeled in and grabbed the bags, then took them into the bathroom and locked the door.  Ten minutes later, she returned, looking much the same as when she had entered. 

            "Well?" Missy asked.

            "Well?  Well, I'm not going to worry about missing the toilet like this any more."

            "Mom?" Missy asked, curious, then stopped.  "You didn't..."

            "It's comfortable, really - I barely know I'm wearing it.  You might want to at least use one when you sleep."

            "Really?"

            "It's better than wetting your bed, I'm pretty sure dear." Carol said, and wheeled into the kitchen again to grab a drink.  Missy watched her go, and she really could not tell her mom was wearing a diaper.  Intrigued, she crutched into the bathroom to see for herself.

            The package was by the toilet, as mom had said, and they really weren't like the diapers she expected.  She lowered he tights and panties, slipped the undergarment on, and then pulled the tights and panties back up.  Immediately, she was aroused - the padded protective garment pressed against her in just the right ways.  She took her crutches and began crutching out of the bathroom, and the diaper rubbed against her, ever so slightly, to continue her arousal more and more.  Without saying a word, she returned to her bedroom and locked the door, and got up on the bed and, without even pulling tights, panties, or diaper down, slipped her fingers between her legs and rubbed herself to a quick, hot climax.  She re-arranged herself, crutched back into the living room, and started watching TV again.

            Missy and her mom ordered out for dinner, and spent hours talking about the things Carol used to do when she was Missy's age, and Missy just got used to seeing her mother as a double amputee there in the living room.  Carol transferred smoothly from couch to wheelchair and back, and just looked so elegant.  It made Missy smile. 

            Finally, the pair headed off to bed.  Missy undressed, but left her diaper on, just in case, and put on another long nightshirt.  She laid in bed and drifted off to sleep, and dreamt of her mother with no legs and smiling...

            She woke up, like the night before, having to use the bathroom.  She started to get up, but then made an odd decision - she just peed in her diaper.  IT felt good, that release, somehow made her feel more truly disabled.  She drifted back to sleep without even changing herself, and slept until the next morning.

            Missy was crutching to the bathroom when her mother wheeled out - again a DAK amputee.

            "they work well, don't they?" Carol asked her daughter.

            "Yeah, they do." Missy smiled and crutched past her mother's wheelchair to use the bathroom. 

 

            "Mom" Missy called from the bathroom.

            "Yes honey?" Carol replied, rolling to the door.

            "How do I take a shower?"

            "Oh, I'll have to help - I got something from Dr. Fields.  You get undressed, I'll get them."

            "OK, mom." missy felt a little weird about having her mom help her bathe, but she didn't see much of a choice.  She got undressed and used the grab bars to get into the dry tub.  Carol came back with two plastic packages containing something pink.  She opened them, and there were latex rubber cast coverings, so she could take a bath of sorts without getting her casts wet.  Her mom removed her cast shoes and began pulling the tight, stretchy rubber material up over her casts.  she then gave her a washcloth and sponge and soap and a basin of warm water, and let Missy wash herself with a surprisingly refreshing sponge bath.  After that, Mom washed her hair for her, and helped her out of the tub to get dried off.  Finally, Missy put a new diaper on and crutched back to her room to get dressed for the day.