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Rick is a successful computer systems analyst for a major consulting firm, in his early 40's but decidedly out of shape from years of too much sugar and caffeine and too little exercise. He hasn't taken a vacation in 4 years.
Liz is a nurse at the hospital, working the odd shifts, filling in whenever they are short because Rick is never home. For a woman of 38, she is in good shape and proud of her lean, 5'6" body.
They live a comfortable life, having been married for nearly 10 years. All but the last three when Rick got the promotion have been great. Lately he is spending more and more time at the office, pushing himself too hard. Liz knows that Rick's family has a history of stroke and heart disease and he has fallen into the pattern of so many before him on the path to an early grave.
She feels desperate, as if Rick's life depends on her saving him from himself. She decides to act, picks up the phone and dials the number. The phone rings, Rick answers, "Hello!"
"Rick, when are you coming home?" asks a breathy female voice.
Rick replies, "Oh, an obscene phone call."
The voice pleads now, "Rick, it is late and you are still at the office, when is it going to end!"
"I know, but the boss is counting on me to put this system in on time," says Rick, "I'll be home as soon as possible."
"Hmm, she must be mad, she didn't even say bye!" mumbles to himself.
That was the last straw! She decides to act, to save a man's life that has no idea about what kind of danger she is saving him from. She makes another call to the family doctor, an appointment is made, Rick is going to get some help.
Liz makes a list of things she will need, tucks it into her purse and heads to bed.
Just as she is about to doze, in comes Rick...at 1:30am! Rather than fight about it she pretends to be sound asleep. Now she knows she must do the right thing.
It is now 6AM and Rick is groggy but up and just getting his first cup of coffee, black. Liz is already dressed and on her way out, lovingly kisses him on the cheek and leaves, reminding him not to drink too much coffee.
Rick gets up and thinks, 'she made a full pot for the two of us!' and has a 2nd cup of coffee and starts to get a shower but as he walks to the bathroom, he suddenly feels numb, even weak. He can't focus on the wall in front of him. He stops at the night stand in the bedroom and tries to pick up the phone, the numbers are blurry. Rick finally manages to dial Liz's cell phone but there is no answer. He struggles to get her work number dialed in, it rings and someone finally answers. He asks for Liz, a surprised but familiar voice answers.
"What's wrong, Rick?" she questions.
"I feel sthick, numb, I thwink am goin to pasth out." he slurs.
She calmly says, "Lay down, I'm coming home"
Rick is dazed, but manages to fall mostly on the bed. Some time has passed but he has no idea how much when he realizes Liz is looking down at him and he is no longer in the bedroom but on a gurney being wheeled into an emergency room. Unable to talk, his mind races as best it can. Did he faint, have the flu? What was going on?
Liz is there, she will take care of it, he knows this...and passes out.
Liz is now consulting with Rick's doctor. He believes Rick has had a mild stroke and will probably make a full recovery. He has no idea that she drugged Rick's coffee to make him numb. Liz asks the Dr to help her make Rick realize how close he came to having a much worse experience. The doctor protests at first but reluctantly agrees when Liz tells him Rick's family has a history or strokes and heart disesase.
While in his private room, Liz and Rick's Dr inject his left jaw, cheek, vocal cord and eyebrow with Botox, the drug used to paralyze nerve and muscles by plastic surgeons. They also inject his left shoulder, left thigh and his rectum and very, very carefully, the base of his penis and deeper in his groin. Liz doesn't want to damage his sex drive, if he has any left.
When Rick wakes up, his left side is still a bit numb and very weak. His right side seems normal enough. He can see fine, but his left arm and leg are a bit out of control.
Liz enters the room and says, "Rick, you're awake! You gave me such a scare."
Rick speaks, "Wea... Weally?" He notices that his speak is difficult and his mouth does not obey his mind. A look of fright comes over him.
"It will be OK, the Dr said you had a stroke...you were lucky." she says.
Rick settles back to ponder his future, what little of it there was left.
Then a familiar face pops through, it is Jack from work. He asks, "How you doing big guy? Need anything?"
Liz continues, "What with insurance and all the HMO's these days, we will be going home tomorrow. I'm getting all the necessary supplies and we will be more comfortable there."
She also tells him about his physical therapy and that she has talked to his boss. Mr. Shepard was very sympathetic and considerate and granted leave and said that when he felt well enough he could work from home if it would motivate him to recover faster.
Jack chuckled, "That's Mr. Thoughtful, always worried about the little guy he's climbing the corporate ladder over."
Liz had no plans of him going back to work on a regular basis ever again, at least as long as she could help it. It was then that she told Rick about his other changes...literally. "Rick," she starts, "you have lost the use of most of your left side, maybe permanently. Your arm, you leg, your face...even control over your bodily functions are greatly diminished."
At that, Rick looked down and with his right hand, lifts the sheet and pulls up his hospital gown. He is wearing a diaper! Oh no! What could be worse?! Then he realizes that he is not paralyzed in the classic sense, he has no control over his left side but he can still feel and right now he feels wet. He whimpers for the first time and Liz consoles him.
Jack, feeling out of place at what he has just seen and heard excuses himself by saying, "Well, ole buddy, I've got to go. See you around, soon."
She changes him, lovingly, like a mother would change a newborn for that is what he is, a new baby. She oils him and powders him and fastens a new diaper to him. They never had time for a family and after 10 years she had given up hope of ever having a baby...till now.
Half the battle is over, Liz has gotten Rick into diapers and has a way to keep him there for at least 3 months or longer depending on the Botox injections. He could always have a 'relapse' if he makes too much progress, she thinks.
The nurse comes by and gives Rick a sedative and he sleeps. Liz takes the list she prepared the night before and goes shopping. The first things she gets are a wheel chair and a hospital bed with rails and arranges for delivery later that day. Next she buys a case of Attends plus a dozen cloth diapers and half as many plastic pants. On a whim she also buys a hot water bottle/enema kit.
Next on her shopping list, a trip to the herb shop. There she buys valerian, senna and dandelion root. These should produce a nice experience. Valerian is a muscle relaxer/sedative, senna is a laxative and dandelion is a diuretic. She stops and half giggling wonders if she bought enough diapers!
Back at the hospital the next morning, Rick's Dr discharges him and Liz takes him home. She wheels him up the walk and into the house. She is lucky there are no steps, only a small vertical distance between the door and the walk of about an inch. This was no big deal as she planned to let him regain use of his leg and arm whenever he could manage.
Once inside, Rick is amazed at how Liz has converted the spare bedroom into a hospital room. To his dismay, he also notices a large stack of diapers and changing supplies on the table next to the bed. Yet another reminder of his predicament, since he was wet again. At least he was not messy like this morning. He didn't know how the nurse stood it as the stench of it nearly made him pass out again.
As Liz was helping him from the chair to the bed, she noticed the wetness indicators had turned and she says, "I think you need a change." and he nodded in agreement.
While Liz was cleaning and oiling her new baby, she noticed that he was becoming erect. Well! Maybe things could be more interesting than she imagined. She thought he might not have sexual function after the injections but now she knows that Rick can still "function" in one very important way.
Rick sat upright in bed most of the morning, watching TV, not asking for anything, barely acknowledging her when she entered the room. Hmm, he may have become more depressed that she thought. Time for lunch.
For lunch she made soup and sandwiches and gave Rick his first batch of meds...all of them!
Rick knew that even though he craved a greasy hamburger and fries, Liz would not let him have such a destructive meal, especially in his condition. To make matters worse, she produced an adult-sized bib and proceeded to put it around his neck. How degrading! She fed him some of the soup until he finally decided he could do that himself. She also cut his sandwich into small chunks to make it easier for him to handle.
After lunch Rick felt tired and dozed a bit. He was awakened by a familiar feeling but was powerless to stop it. Try as he might to stop it, his butt was unloading a big dump in his diaper. All he was able to do was squeeze one side of his anus to no avail. Before he could come to grips with this event and the squishiness on his butt, his bladder followed up where his bowels left off. He was only now realizing what kind of impact this would have on his life.
By 2pm he was crying and Liz knew why, he was surely having a big mess in his diaper and was even wetter. The plan was coming together. When the Botox wears off in a few months, he might not even be able to regain control of his bladder and bowels, especially if she keeps up the diuretics and laxatives.
Liz comes to Rick's aid and changes his smelly, wet diaper. She notices again that he is erect and strokes him gently at first and then moves to kiss his member but he pushes her away. She takes the hint and finishes diapering him.
For supper, she does not give him any sedative or laxative but doubles the diuretic and gives him a big glass of apple juice.
Rick has no idea where the day has gone, only that it is suppertime and he is hungry. While eating supper, he wets himself again. Funny, he can feel the warmth and it feels oddly pleasant. The front of his diaper lifts! He decides to explore this feeling soon.
Liz decides that the double dose of diuretics was a bad idea. She has changed him 3 times in the last hour. However, she can't wait for tomorrow when he fails to have a bowel movement and she will spring the next surprise, an enema!
Rick has just been changed for what he hopes is the last time before bed. He is not really tired but TV is boring and there is little else he can do. He dozes and awakes to the smell of coffee. Liz has made a pot. He mumbles a request, "Can I hah a cub of cobbee?"
She decides to bargain for it, "OK, but you have to try to lift your left arm for me!"
He tries but only manages to fling it about a small amount. She gives in any way and gets him a cup ...and his bib. She makes no mention of the fact that he is only wet and not messy. She bides her time.
At lunch she gives only a standard dose of diuretic and sedative and Rick sleeps for most of the afternoon and awakes wet. Liz is doing laundry and Rick decides to experiment with his warm, wet diaper. He massages his diapered member until he is about to explode when Liz reenters the room. She gives him a strange look and decides that his mood is improving and leaves the room. He furiously finishes what he started and feels that he has accomplished something on his own. Again he feels the warmth spread into his diaper.
When Liz returns again, she asks Rick,"Are you wet or anything?"
Rick shrugs, "Yeah bu it in't ba ye, it can wai."
She honors his mood and continues with the laundry. When she returns, she sees that he has indeed wet more than once as a puddle has formed around him. She proceeds to ask him, "Why didn't you say something sooner? I don't mind, really."
Rick shrugs, his new favorite emotion, "I din notess, sawwy."
She removes the sheet, removes his disposable diaper and puts on new sheets, intentionally not noticing the extra deposit in the diaper. She moves for another diaper and speaks partially to herself, "Hmm, these are fine for awhile but I think the cloth would work better for other times." She then pulls two cloth diapers from another stack and pin them on Rick and then places a pair of plastic pants over them. She snickered to herself, nearly complete!
Rick notices a different texture between his legs, not necessarily better or worse, just different. Time for more experimentation!
After supper, Liz comments, "Rick, you haven't had a BM today. The Dr said you should have an enema if you didn't have at least one bowel movement a day."
With that Rick groaned. He had been given enemas before but they were not fun things for him. Especially in his current condition, it was doubly so.
As he pondered his next experience, he could hear the water running in the sink. Just then, the doorbell rang. Liz answered the door and he could hear her talking to Mr. Shepard. She invites him in and he can hear footsteps coming toward his room. Just before they enter the room he hears Liz say that he was feeling sorry for himself.
"Hi, Rick, how's it hanging?" says Bob Shepard in his typically hard sell, blunt manner.
To which Rick replies, "I cannod tell till Liz chanes my dipa."
Liz, quite shocked, whispers to Bob, "He's paralyzed on his left side, no control of his bladder or bowels."
Bob, feeling sheepish, mumbles, "Sorry, ole boy," and continues, "Listen, I'm going to put Jack on your project, just till you get on your feet again. Can I count on you?"
What luck for Liz, Rick is now under no pressure to come back soon.
Rick nods, "shu tang."
Bob makes idle chitchat, as usual, he does all the talking and Rick listens, not much changes there, when Liz chimes in, "It is about time for Rick to have some treatments."
Bob, taking the hint, says, "Oh, well gotta go, call if you need anything, my secretary is always there," on his way out.
Liz tells Rick, "I didn't forget about your treatment. You didn't think I did, did you?"
Rick shrugs and resigns himself to the fact that he is helpless to protest. Liz returns with a red water bottle and hose. She hangs the bottle on his bed's IV pole and attaches something to the end of the hose. It looks like two small collapsed balloons on a tube. She applies liberal amounts of KY to the balloons and then unpinned one side of his diapers, rolls him on his left side and applies a liberal amount of KY to his backside. Before he knows it, the first balloon is in him, inflated and the second is inflating from the outside, forming a snug seal. While not something he remembers enjoying in the past, this experience is different, almost erotic.
Liz explains, "This is to help you retain the enema. We wouldn't want you to mess up your bed, would we?" With that she popped the clamp and he could feel the warmth grow in his belly. She refastened his diapers and pulled his plastic pants back up and allowed him to roll over on his back again. He did not complain of the pressure, it didn't hurt.
Before he knew it, the whole 2 quarts was in him and Liz was praising him for taking it all like a man. Strangely enough, it caused another hardon. This one Liz would not be denied. With the enema nozzle still in place, she pulled down the front of his pants and undid the pins.
She gently stroked his member to its full, raging size. She then dropped her panties and slid her skirt up to reveal a garter and hose. Liz then climbed onto the bed with Rick and proceeded to mount him and deeply kiss him. Rick was amazed, they had not had REAL sex in almost a year, just a quickie when the mood hit him. She was slowly rocking him to an ever building climax. Liz came first with a shudder that sent Rick into his own orgasm that kept Liz's pushed over the top.
After they both recovered, Rick considered the moment, here he was, paralyzed, diapered, with an enema up his butt and he had just had the best sex he could remember in the last 5 years!
Liz lazily composed herself and said, "Well, wasn't that a shocker! I guess we should drain you now that we've drained everything else." She repinned the diaper, pull up the pants and rolled him ever so slightly to the left and released the valves and removed the nozzle from his bottom and diaper.
In less than a minute Rick could feel the mess escape his lazy backside and he could see the diaper change from white to a darker shade as the warmth surround his butt. Liz massaged his stomach to help get it all out. He could feel himself wetting to add to the volume. This was not his favorite feeling but he couldn't help but think that if he had sex like that, it would be worth any number of enemas.
Liz waited until he was completely done and then changed him for the last time before bed. Feeling quite pleased with herself, sexually and with her plan, she kissed Rick goodnight and retired.
Life for Rick and Liz continued this way long after the Botox wore off. Rick did some consulting work from home with his modem and Liz returned to work part-time. Rick did regain full use of his arm and leg, his face returned to normal and he did have some control over his bowel and bladder but decided he was much happier with his own personal nurse to tend his...uhm, bodily functions...all his bodily functions!
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