The Shot- Part 2 By ParaGirl

Tara awoke early, as usual, and looked down at Brian laying next to her.

They had moved in together only a month after her little 'accident'. She sat

up and swung her limp left leg off the bed, following it with her right. Her

left leg was paralyzed from the hip down following a little 'experiment' her

and Brian had tried several months ago. Tara had always wanted to experience

bieng in a wheelchair, and Brian had paralyzed her legs with anesthetic to

help her experience it. Something went wrong with the shot, though, and

Tara's left leg was now permanantly crippled, a condition which Tara had now

come to love.

Tara hopped up out of bed, her left leg just dragging behind her, and sat

in her wheelchair. Even though she still had full use of one leg, she always

preferred her chair, especially in the morning when she was still a little too

groggy for crutches. She lifted her left leg into the chair and put her foot

in the footrest. After only a few months, her left leg was already noticeably

thinner than her right. Her right leg was also stronger because she did use

her crutches for work and some other tasks. Sometimes she still wished her

right leg was crippled, too. She knew Brian would like her even better if

both legs were helpless, and she still remembered the thrill she got the day

he had paralyzed them both for her, how she felt bieng totally paralyzed.

Well, she thought, I'm pretty crippled now with one leg useless, I think I

can live with that.

Tara wheeled herself into the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror.

She loved looking down at the left leg she couldn't feel. Her foot was a

little curled now, the leg thin and limp. She hopped a little for balance

and her leg wiggled, the foot flopping over. She brushed her teeth and used

the toilet. She had to admit, life was easier bieng half-handicapped than

totally paralyzed. She could experience bieng handicapped, but still cheat

where she needed to. Brian had still made his house almost totally wheelchair

accessable before she moved in, a little gift for her, but it would still be

much more difficult if she had no movement of her legs at all.

Brian was up when Tara wheeled back into the bedroom. He sat up in bed

and looked at her. Brian slept in the nude, and Tara could tell he was already

excited. He loved to see her in her wheelchair. He liked her on crutches,

too, but he loved her in the wheelchair. She often pretended to be totally

paralyzed for him, even other handicaps, but he never gave her shots anymore,

he didn't feel right about it after what happened last time. Tara wheeled to

his side of the bed and kissed him, slipping her hand into his crotch. He

moaned and she looked down to realize he was caressing her left leg. That was

the leg that attracted him, she knew, even more now that it was getting

atrophied and limp. It didn't bother her at all, she knew what he liked when

she moved in with him, but sometimes she wished she could be totally

handicapped, both for him and for herself. She grabbed his hard cock and he

started kissing and caressing her crippled leg. She pumped him with her hand

and he worked his kisses up higher as she watched. It turned her on to see

him play with her lifeless leg, the lack of feeling was like an aphrodesiac

to her. She gasped as he moved from the limp leg to an area where she still

had TOTAL feeling. He loved to give her oral sex while she was sitting in

her wheelchair, and she couldn't complain. Her right leg got in the way a

little bit, simply because she could feel it and couldn't move it out of

Brian's way like her left leg, but in a moment it didn't matter because she

was in bliss and extacy. She stopped stroking Brian as she came, but that

was fine. As she sat there in the afterglow of yet another incredible orgasm,

Brian used her feet to pleasure himself, especially her left foot. It turned

her on to watch him cum on her crippled foot. It was a very kinky little

relationship, she knew, but it was fun and free and she knew Brian loved her

as she was, no matter how she was.

Brian wiped her foot off for her and pushed her into the bathroom. He

loved to take care of her, even though she didn't need it that much. He drew

a bath for her and lifted her into the tub. Showers were tricky now for her,

so she preferred baths. Brian left and she knew he was laying out her clothes

for the day. She didn't have to work, so she wondered what he would put out

for her. She finished her bath and called for him. Again, she didn't need

to, but he loved it so much she couldn't resist. He came back in and put two

thick terry-cloth towels on her wheelchair, then lifted her into it. He

helped to dry her off then wheeled her into the bedroom. She saw layed out

for her a light blouse and lacy bra, short skirt, some nice stockings, flat

dress shoes she hadn't seen before, and her forearm crutches. The crutches

were odd first because she knew Brian liked her in her wheelchair better, but

stranger still because she only used her crutches when she wore her legbrace,

which wasn't out, and the shoes that were layed out weren't even modified to

fit the braces. She looked again at the shoes and realized that one of the

shoes had a lift on it, about an inch. This was the strangest part- the

lift was on her RIGHT shoe! Tara was very confused now, and looked to Brian

for an explanation.

"Well, it's something I'd like you to try. We can just stay in the house

if you'd like, or go out if you feel up to it, but could you at least try,

for me?"

Tara looked into his eyes and knew she couldn't say no. Brain helped

her into her clothes and stockings, then put the shoes on her feet. They were

comfortable, and the lift on the right shoe didn't affect her because her

other leg was so useless- or so she thought. She boosted herself up onto her

crutches and took a couple of steps when she heard Brian almost gasp with

glee. She looked at him staring at her legs and walked into the bathroom, to

the full length mirror. As she walked, her left leg dangled limply, the toe

just barely scuffing the ground as it swung with her gait. She had never seen

her leg look so limp and useless, and immidiately understood why Brian wanted

her to try this. She walked back to Brian with a little more bounce in her

step, and looked down to see her left leg swinging and dragging behind her.

Brian loved it, and she was impressed, too. She definitely wanted to go out

like this today. She walked into the kitchen and started making some

breakfast. Brian usually didit, but she wanted to give him a show today. She hobbled about on her

crutches making pancakes and eggs, making a show of her limp leg. Brian just

sat and stared, but he was loving every second of it. Before breakfast was

even done she felt something behind her. She turned around to find Brian

standing there, naked again. He pinned her against the counter and slid her

panties off. She had never made love standing up before, especially since

her leg was paralyzed, but Brian slid her skirt up and entered her in one

smooth, exquisite motion. He put her left leg up on the counter where he

could rub and caress it as he moved in and out of her. Her right leg started

feeling weak, and she leaned on one of her crutches for a little more support.

He felt incredible inside her, and she came twice in quick succession. Her

other crutch fell crashing to the floor and her poor left leg fell limply

from the counter. Brian caught it and held it at a slightly upward angle,

and suddenly the penetration was almost unbearable it felt so good. Tara

cried out to Brian as she came again, an incredible orgasm that knocked her

good leg out from under her. Brian caught her and held her tightly as he

came as well, then when both were finished he pulled out of her and helped

her gently to a kitchen chair. She lay back in the chair breathing heavily

as he finished breakfast, throwing out the now burned pancakes and popping

some waffles into the toaster.

"You were getting kind of weak on your good leg, Tara, would you rather

use your wheelchair today?" Brian asked as they were finishing breakfast.

Tara thought about it for a minute and decided she lost her footing only

because of the lovemaking. Besides, she knew how much it turned Brian on to

see her little limp leg dragging behind her on the crutches. She decided to

go out on the crutches and told him so.

"OK, but if you get tired let me know, OK? I'll put the wheelchair in

the trunk just in case."

Tara was quite a scene in the mall. She crutched along, her limp leg

swinging alongside her lifted shoe. She decided she looked even more

handicapped than she was like this, which she of course loved. She went into

a store she used to frequent looking at clothes and Brian spoke up.

"Tara, how do you think you'd look in these?" He was holding up a small,

very stretchy pair of black stretch pants, the kind with stirrups that go

under your feet. They looked VERY tight. Tara could see why Brian had

picked them up.

"I could try them on, Brian." She said coyly, knowing what seeing her

in them would do for him. She crutched over to the counter and asked the

salesgirl for a fitting room. The fitting room was small, and to Tara's

dismay didn't have a seat. She leaned against the wall and slid her skirt

and stockings off with some difficulty, then tried putting the stretch pants

on. She realized she couldn't get them onto her limp left leg, because she

had no balance or leverage, and she couldn't get them on her right leg,

because she couldn't lift her leg without falling. She sat on the floor and

got the tight pants onto her right leg, but her left foot was still giving

her a problem. She finally got the pants around her foot and kept forcing

them up her limp leg. When she got them knee-high she stood on her right leg

and leaned against the wall agian. She pulled her right pantleg up and

watched as her sliding and jiggling tossed her left leg about. She tried

pulling her left pantleg up, but her useless legcame up with it. This was not working at all, she realized. She had an

idea. She pulled her right pantleg down a little, so her left foot again

touched the floor. She then bent over and moved her left foot under her

right, so she was stepping on her own foot. She stood awkwardly and was able

to pull the pants up all the way on both legs. She put her shoes back on and

stood on her crutches, admiring the look in the mirror there. The black pants

made her thin left leg stand out even more next to her muscular right leg.

She had the wistful thought of both legs looking thin and limp hanging over

the edge of her wheelchair, useless, but just opened the door and crutched

out. Brian was floored, she could tell he liked the look of her left leg.

She said she would take them and wear them out, since she didn't want to go

throught putting her nylons back on in that little booth. As she paid for

the pants, she mentioned the small size of the booth and the lack of a seat

to the salesgirl. The girl looked embarassed and told her she should have

let her use the other booth, indicating another changing room door with the

blue and white wheelchair logo of a handicapped-accessable room, but said

unless the woamn is in a whelchair she doesn't really think of it. She

apologized again to Tara, who said it was fine, no big deal, but inside she

was again wishing to be in her wheelchair. She loved how her left leg just

hung there limp when she was on crutches, she loved the way Brian helped her

with her legbrace, putting it on and taking it off for her, but she wanted to

be more crippled, she didn't want to hobble on crutches or play with

legbraces, she wanted the smooth grace of a wheelchair, the elegance of it.

She was heading out to the parking lot, Brian in tow, thinking all this in

her head, when she heard the horn sound.

Tara was groggy when she woke up. The light was so bright, and she was

confused as to where she was. As her eyes adjusted, she realized she was in

the hospital. She looked around and didn't see anyone. She vaguely

remembered the Mall, the car horn, but nothing else. She sudenly realized

she couldn't feel either of her legs! Her heart started to pound! Was she

really paralyzed, had she gotten her wish?? She was going to push the nurse

call button when Brian wlaked in holding a soda. He almost dropped it when

he saw her awake. He said something back down the hall and then rushed in to

her, tears in his eyes.

"What happened Brian?" She said in a hoarse voice. She was thirsty,

she realized.

"Well, we were at the mall, and I was talking to you, but you didn't

hear me. I stopped to look in a window at something, and when I turned around

you had cutched right in front of a car. My whole world stopped when I saw

it hit you, it was like slow motion, seeing it knock you down, then roll over

your-"

"My legs, I can't feel them. I'm truly paralyzed now, aren't I Brian?"

"Not exactly, Tara. I hope you're ready for this." Brian lifted the

sheet from Tara's body and boosted her up some. Her left leg was in a cast,

from toes to crotch, but her right leg- her right leg was gone from mid-thigh

down. Amputated. It was wrapped in heavy bandages, but she could see where

her long, muscular leg ended in a rounded stump.

"What does this mean, Brian? I never expected this."

"Neither did I, but you're definitely confined to a wheelchair now, like

you wanted. The doctor said you're very lucky there wasn't more serious

injury, the car hit you very hard. Your left leg is broken in several places,

so I guess you're lucky you can't feel it. The cast will be on for at least

six months, due to the severity of the breaks, and your right-"

"Stump, Brian. My right stump. I'm still not sure how I feel about that."

"Right, your stump, the doctors that took care of you when you came

in saved as much of the leg as they could, but they don't think that you're a

good candidate for prosthetics, with the right leg so bad and all."

"That's OK, I don't think I'd wear one anyway. So I'm wheelchair bound

for good now, huh? I finally got my wish, I'm a helpless cripple and then

some now. I only have one leg, and it's paralyzed."

"It looks that way. You'll need a hospital chair with the legrests

while you're in the cast. You'll also need alot of help while you recover."

"Are you applying for the job?"

Brian touched Tara's cast, then her face. He was definitely applying

for the job. Tara couldn't wait to get home...

To be continued- Again