The Shot- Part 3 By ParaGirl

Brian woke up before Tara and looked over at her. It had been almost

four months since Tara had lost her right leg in a car accident. Her left

leg was paralyzed from a different sort of accident months before, and it was

currently wrapped from toes to crotch in a heavy plaster cast, also from the

recent car accident. He stared down at her, her left leg up on pillows, the

cast draped in a light sheet, and her right stump, short, barely making an

impression in the bedsheets. He liked her stump, it was warm and smooth and

soft. It had healed well, with very little scarring. Her left leg was

healing well, too, and the cast would be coming off today. She would have no

use of it ever, of course, not even with a brace, but he didn't mind, and

neither did she, he knew. Tara had always wanted to be in a wheelchair, ever

since she was little, and Brian had always been fascinated by handicaped

women, especially women in wheelchairs. It was the perfect relationship for

him, especially now that she needed so much help to do things. With her leg

in the cast she couldn't even transfer from the bed to her wheelchair without

his help.

Brian gently shook Tara awake. She smiled up at him as she always did,

and he saw her wiggle her stump at him under the sheets. He had never really

been interested in amputees before, except for double leg amputees, of course,

because they were in wheelchairs, but something about Taras' stump excited

him beyond words. He reached his hand under the sheets and rubbed it. Tara

loved that, she said it was so sensitive to the touch. He liked the way she

pressed it up against his hand when he caressed it, but what he really missed

was her left leg. He had been so turned on by her left leg, how limp and

helpless it was, the way she used to cross it over her right leg, so the foot

just dangled limply. She could do things to him with that one crippled leg

that no one had ever done before. With the cast on, Tara was more helpless

than ever, but he still missed her paralyzed leg.

Tara pulled herself up to a sitting position, her casted leg slipping

off the pillows it was on. She was wearing only a t-shirt, as it was

difficult to get her pajama bottoms on over the cast. Brian Stood up and

wheeled her heavy hospital chair over to the bed. He knew Tara missed her

old lightweight chair, but it couldn't handle the heavy plaster cast, so she

had had to use this institutional model for the past months. Brian locked

the wheels of the chair and lifted Tara, her arm around his shoulder, and him

cradling her casted leg and holding onto her stump. He set her gently into

her wheelchair, placing the casted leg on it's legrest. He brushed his hand

against her naked stump and she sighed. Before Brian could unlock the wheels

of the chair, Tara pulled his boxer shorts down, freeing his excited cock.

She began to stroke his cock, then pulled him gently to her and put it into

her mouth. He moaned as she manipulated his balls with one hand and sucked

his cock. He looked down and stared at her in her wheelchair, stared at her

casted leg, and watched as she stroked her stump with her free hand like she

stroked his cock with her mouth. He came explosively and she swallowed it up,

her mouth moaning with delight around his heavy cock. He dropped to the bed

and Tara unlocked her chair and wheeled into the bathroom. Brian did his best

to collect himself and follow, because she would need his help.

Brian helped Tara onto the toilet, placing her casted leg onto a temporary

support he had put up for it. It was easier and more comfortable for Tara

that way. He thought with pleasure that the support, along with all the other

modifications he had made for her casted leg, could come down today, because

her cast was finally coming off. When Tara was finished Brian lifted her and

transferred her to the tub. He layed her down in the tub and lifted her

casted leg into a sling he had fixed to the shower bar, so her leg was held

up away from the water. He then filled the tub several inches with warm

water. In this position, Tara couldn't really bathe herself well, so Brian

grabbed a sponge and some soap and began to wash her. She was able to wash

her own hair, all Brian needed to do was rinse it for her. He paid special

attention to her stump, making sure it was clean. When the bath was done, he

first drained the tub, placing soft terry-cloth towels on Tara's wheelchair

as the water ran out. He then lifted Tara and put her in her wheelchair,

again placing the heavy cast on the legrest and drying the upper leg so no

moisture would enter the cast. As Tara dried her hair and breasts, Brian

concentrated on her lower body, especially her stump. He liked paying close

attention to her stump, because after the accident she had been so

self-concious about it. She had always wanted to be confined to a wheelchair,

but not as an amputee, and it bothered her. Brian had done his best to help

her accept it as an attractive and sexy thing, which he felt it was. He

could tell it made her happy to see him rub and carress it as he was.

Brian wheeled Tara back into the bedroom and again transferred her to the

bed. They had learned months earlier that with Tara's handicaped condition,

dressing her was much easier on the bed, where she had some range of motion.

Brian handed her a T-shirt and bra, which she put on herself, then selected a

pair of sweatpants, the left leg cut to accept the large cast, and the right

leg knotted at the end of Taras' stump. He worked the pants first over the

cast, then gently slid the stump into it's little pocket. Tara scooted her

rear end off the bed, and Brian slid the sweatpants all the way up. Since

losing her leg, partly because of the bulky cast, but also partly because she

was still feeling strange about her stump, Tara had been dressing in sweats

and such, no skirts or sexy clothes at all like she had prior to her accident.

Brian hoped the gift he had for her after her cast was off would change that.

He had packed that into the car, along with her lightweight wheelchair. He

finished helping her dress and lifted her back into her wheelchair. He

wheeled her into the kitchen for a light breakfast. Neither could eat much,

they were much too excited about Tara getting her cast off. They left for

the hospital early and got there thirty minutes before their scheduled

appointment.

The doctor took Tara into the X-ray room to make sure the bones in her

leg were sufficiently healed to remove the cast. They were fine, just about

completely knitted, and the Doctor said that Tara could indeed get the cast

removed. Both Brian and Tara were extatic, and Tara was wheeled to the

Orthopedics ward. As they were preparing to remove her cast, Brian slipped

out to the car to get his suprise. He was waiting in an empty recovery room

when Tara was finished.

Brian watched Tara wheel herself into the room. The right legrest on the

wheelchair had been lowered for her non-casted leg, (There was, of course, no

left legrest) and Brian could tell even through the big sweats that her leg

was more atrophied, crippled, and beautiful than ever. She was suprised to

see him, and even more suprised to see her good wheelchair sitting there,

and with a wrapped present on the seat! She wheeled over to it right away

and grabbed the box.

"What have you done now, Brian? What is this, anyway?"

"Open it and see. I hope you like it." Brian was smiling widely.

Tara tore open the box to see a beautiful gray skirt, dark pantyhose,

and a goregeous silk blouse. There was also one delicate gray and black high

heeled shoe, with a very high heel! Tara looked at it all and noticed the

hose. They were modified, one leg was sewn up short, apparently to fit her

stump! Tara didn't know what to say! She removed her T-shirt and stopped.

"Could you help me with this, Brian?" She asked, more for him than for

her. She knew he loved helping her, and she had gotten used to his gentle

handling of her over the past months. He lifted her from the hosital

wheelchair and placed her onto the bed. His heart skipped a beat as he felt

her beautiful left leg, so limp and helpless. She was lighter now that the

cast was gone, and he transferred her to the bed easily and removed her

sweats. First, he rubbed and massaged her left leg. He loved the way it

felt, how limp and flaccid it was. He rubbed her stump, too, which he knew

she liked. He then took out the hose, a nice charcoal color which matched

the new skirt perfectly. He lifted her crippled leg and smoothed the

stocking onto her toes, then higher up her leg. She watched him do it, and

it was turning her on. The hose rode up to her knee, then her thigh, then

Brian took the other, abbreviated leg of them and slid it gently up her

smooth stump. She scooted up off her rear end as he drew the Hose all the

way up and smoothed them out. He then slid the skirt up her leg and over

her stump, as she again scooted up so he could pull it up and fasten it. He

straightend out the outfit a bit more, then lifted Tara and placed her into

her own wheelchair, which he had modified the footrest on, so that it

comfortably held her one remaining foot almost centered. She straightened

herself in the chair, it was obvoius she was glad to be back in it, and he

held her foot and slid the delicate high-heled shoe onto it. The shoe

strapped across the top, to help it stay on her foot. Tara wheeled about to

get a feel for her new situation.

Brian stared at Tara with such desire. Her light silk blouse, the short

gray skirt and dark stockings. And oh what those stockings held! On the

right, the soft round end of Tara's stump peeked out from under the skirt.

She adjusted the skirt a little, so even more stump showed from under it. On

the left her leg was also soft, but thin, obviously too thin to support any

weight. Her foot was turned in a little, the calf of the leg limp, the thigh

still fleshy and round, but limp and helpless also. Tara wheeled about the

room, her goregeous hair, her soft eyes, and Brian was entranced. She was

more beutiful than he had ever seen. The doctor seemed impressed too, as

Brian was signing the paperwork on the way out Taras' doctor couldn't stop

staring. She was amazing, indeed, and he couldn't wait to get her home. In

the parking lot Brian had to help Tara into the car, she wasn't used to her

new sense of balance yet. He put the chair in the back seat and rushed home.

In the driveway Tara wanted to get into her wheelchair herself. Brian

placed it by the open door and locked the wheels. Tara first lifted her left

leg out of the car, her stump not getting in the way at all, then tried to

scoot herself over the short gap between car seat and wheelchair. She

slipped a little but caught herself, and was able to get her rear end onto

the chair, although a bit crooked. Brian watched her little stump pump the

air as she righted herself, and she lifted her limp leg into the chair's

footrest. She wheeled herself into the house with Brian close behind. She

headed right for the bedroom, but closed the door on Brian as he tried to

follow.

"Tara, what's up?" He asked, a little confused and a lot horny.

"I'll be out in a few minutes, I'm going to change my shoe." Brian

could tell from her voice she had something in mind, and he wasn't going to

spoil it for her. "Why don't you wait in the kitchen, love." He heard her

say coyly. He was confused, but only happy to oblige.

Tara wheeled into the bedroom and after getting rid of Brian had gone

immidiately to the big closet where all her medical gear was kept. She found

her old legbrace and forearm crutches and was able to drag them out without

too much noise. She put the legbrace on the bed and leaned the crutches

against it. She knew she couldn't actually walk anymore, but she wanted to

do something for Brian. She transferred to the bed. It was easier now than

it had been, and much easier than with the cast. She took off her blouse and

skirt and bra, and also the high-heeled shoe from her crippled foot. The

brace had a red Keds shoe on it, but she wasn't worried too much about

fashion right at the moment. She layed the brace out and put her limp leg

into it. She reflected for a moment that the last time she had worn this

brace, there was a second leg next to it. Oh well, life goes on. She closed

the velcro straps and buckles to firmly hold her leg, bending far over to tie

the red little sneaker on her useless crippledfoot. Maybe not totally useless, she thought merrily. The brace was on

tightly, not that she could really tell, and she unlocked the knee joint to

swing the braced leg over the bed. As a last touch, she took some scissors

from the dresser by the bed and cut her pantyhose open in the front, so Brian

could have easy access. It was more difficult to transfer back into the

chair, but the end result was incredible; Left leg limp, braced in metal and

buckles, right stump short and smooth, still encased in silky nylon, looking

almost like a firm breast. Her firm breasts were naked, nipples hard with

excitement for what was about to happen. She grabbed her crutches and put

them across her lap as she wheeled out of the room. She wheeled up to the

kitchen door, but not into the doorway. She heard brian moving to see her,

and told him to stay in the kitchen, she'd be right in. She lifted her left

foot from the footrest and locked the knee joint of the legbrace. She locked

the wheelchair and leaned the crutches against the wall. She pushed herself

up with her left hand, and with a crutch in her right hand for support, pushed

herself up to standing, quickly leaning against the wall for support. She

grabbed the other crutch but quickly realized she would be unable to walk at

all, not even a step. She had never been so handicapped. She made a quick

decision and called for Brian. He came out to see her standing on her one

leg, the brace obviously holding all her weight, and she was leaning heavily

on the wall and her crutches. She had obviously tried to walk in to see him,

but he didn't know why.

"I wanted you to take me standing up, like the day I lost my leg. I

wanted to do that for you, just one more time."

Brian lifted her up, her leg sticking out straight because of the brace,

and took her into the kitchen. He propped her up in a corner of the counter

and slid his pants off, kissing her lips and her breasts and stroking her

stump. He gently pushed her stump aside, spreading her easily through the

slit in her pantyhose, and entered her. It was incredible for both of them,

bringing Tara to instant orgasm as he penetrated her deeper than ever before.

He pumped her, kneading her stump with one hand and steadying the both

of them with the other. He fucked her harder and harder and she came again

and again. The sex, the penetration was incredible with Tara in her

handicapped condition. Her stump twiched in the air as Brian kneaded it

harder and harder, until he finally came into her with a convulsive gasp. He

slipped away from Tara and she toppled over and fell to the floor, unhurt but

exhausted. Brian knealt beside her and gently removed the legbrace. Tara

sat up, her brow sweaty and her cheeks flushed. She watched Brian

caressing her crippled foot, even begin to kiss it and suck on it, working

himself up for another go, this time on the floor or maybe even in her

wheelchair. She knew there wasn't much she couldn't do now, even with

one leg paralyed and useless, and the other nothing more than a short stump,

to please Brian, or to please herself, for that matter. Her dream had come

true, or was still coming true day by day. She began to rub herself,

masturbate, and even rub her little stump, as she watched Brian play with her

crippled leg. What a life she had now.

The End??