Rick was 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, caffeine and too little exercise behind a desk. He hadn’t taken a vacation in 4 years and though he loved the work, it wore on him like an anchor.
Liz, his beautiful wife, was a nurse at the hospital, working the odd shifts, filling in whenever they were short because Rick was never home. For a woman of 38, she was 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 had been great. Lately he was spending more and more time at the office, pushing himself too hard. Liz knew Rick’s family had a history of stroke and heart disease and he had fallen into the sedentary pattern of so many before him on the path to an early grave.
She felt desperate, as if Rick’s life depended on her saving him from himself. She decided to act! She picked up the phone and dialed the number. The phone rang and Rick answered “Hello!”
“Rick, when are you coming home?” asked a breathy female voice.
Rick replied “Oh, an obscene phone call.”
The voice pleaded now “Rick, it’s late and you’re 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,” said Rick “I’ll be home as soon as possible.” He said and heard the phone disconnect before he could utter an apology.
“Hmm she must be mad, she didn’t even say goodbye!” he mumbled to himself.
That was the last straw! She decided to act, to save a man’s life that has no idea about what kind of danger she was saving him from. She made another call to the family doctor, an appointment was made and Rick was going to get some help whether he liked it or not. Once this little brunette got started, there was no stopping her until she got what she wanted.
Liz made a list of things she would need, tucked it into her purse and headed to bed alone, again!
Just as she was in a deep sleep Rick came in…at 1:30am! Rather than fight about it she pretended to be sound asleep. Now she knew she must do the right thing, for Rick’s sake. Lack of exercise and junk food had put 30 pounds on his otherwise hunky build.
When Rick looked at the alarm clock it was 6AM and he was still groggy from too little sleep but got up for his first cup of coffee, black. Liz was already dressed in her green scrubs and on her way out. She lovingly kissed him on the cheek and left, reminding him not to drink too much coffee.
Rick got up and thought ‘she made a full pot for the two of us!’ and had a 2nd cup of coffee and started to get a shower but as he walked to the bathroom he suddenly felt numb, even weak. He couldn’t focus on the wall in front of him. He stopped at the night stand in the bedroom and tried to pick up the phone, the numbers were blurry. Rick finally managed to dial Liz’s cell phone but there was no answer. He struggled to get her work number dialed in, it rang and someone finally answered. He asked for Liz and a surprised but familiar voice answered.
“What’s wrong, Rick?” she questioned.
“I feel sthick, numb, I thwink am goin to pasth out” he slurred.
She calmly said “Lay down, I’m coming home.”
Rick was dazed but managed to fall mostly on the bed with his green eyes slipping closed on the way down. Some time has passed but he had no idea how much when he realizes Liz was looking down at him and he was no longer in the bedroom but on a gurney being wheeled into an emergency room. Unable to talk, his mind raced as best it can. Did he faint, have the flu? What was going on?
Liz was there, she would take care of it he knew this…and passed out.
Liz was now consulting with Rick’s doctor. He believed Rick experienced a mild stroke and would probably make a full recovery. He had no idea that she drugged Rick’s coffee to make him numb. Liz asked the doctor to help her make Rick realize how close he came to having a much worse experience. The doctor protested at first but reluctantly agreed when Liz told him of Rick’s family history of strokes and heart disease. Her puppy dog pout and big brown eyes sealed the deal for him. She did make scrubs look good.
While in his private room Liz and Rick’s doctor set about carrying out the plan Liz had hatched. The doctor injected his left jaw, cheek, vocal cord and eyebrow with Botox, the drug used to paralyze nerve and muscles by plastic surgeons. They also injected his left shoulder, left thigh and his rectum and very, very carefully, the base of his penis and deeper in his groin. Liz didn’t want to damage his sex drive, if he had any left.
When Rick woke up, his left side was still a bit numb and very weak. His right side seemed normal enough. He could see fine but his left arm and leg were a bit out of control, almost as if they were asleep but without the tingle.
Liz entered the room to find Rick holding his hand up to his face and said “Rick, you’re awake! You gave me such a scare.”
Rick spoke or tried to “Wea… Weally?” He notices that his speech 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, trying to reassure him though she knows exactly what caused it.
Rick settled back to ponder his future, what little of it there was left.
Then a familiar face popped through, it was Jack from work “How are you doing big guy? Need anything?”
Liz continued “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. I’m taking a family medical leave to make sure he is well cared for.”
She also told him about his physical therapy and that she had 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, your leg, your face… even control over your bodily functions are greatly diminished.”
At that you could see it sink in; his mind was as sharp as ever, after all. Rick looked down and with his good right hand, lifted the sheet and pulled up his hospital gown. He was wearing a diaper! Oh no! What could be worse?! Then he realizes that he was not paralyzed in the classic sense, he had no control over his left side but he could still feel and right now he felt wet. He whimpered for the first time and Liz consoled him.
Jack, feeling out of place at what he has just seen and heard excused himself by saying “Well ole buddy, I’ve got to go. See you around, soon.”
She changed him lovingly, like a mother would change a newborn for that was what he was, a new baby. She oiled him and powdered him and fastened a new diaper on 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 had gotten Rick into diapers and had 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 made too much progress, she thought with a hint of a sly smile on face.
The nurse came by and gave Rick a sedative and he slept. Liz took the list she had prepared the night before and went shopping for the specifics she would require. The first things she got were a wheel chair and a hospital bed with rails and arranged for delivery later that day. Next she bought a case of Attends plus a dozen cloth diapers and half as many plastic pants. On a whim she also purchased a hot water bottle/enema kit. Her mother had used one on her as a child and oddly enough she had fond memories of it.
Next on her shopping list was a trip to the vitamin and herb shop. There she acquired valerian, senna and dandelion root. Those items should produce a nice experience. Valerian was a muscle relaxer/sedative, senna was a laxative and dandelion was a diuretic. She paused and half giggled wondering if she bought enough diapers!
Back at the hospital the next morning, Rick’s doctor discharged him and Liz took him home. She wheeled him up the walk and into the house. They were lucky there were no steps, only a small vertical distance between the door and the walk of about an inch. That was no big deal as she planned to let him regain use of his leg and arm whenever he could manage.
Once inside, Rick was amazed at how Liz had converted the spare bedroom into a hospital room. To his dismay, he also noticed a large stack of diapers and changing supplies on the table next to the bed. This was yet another reminder of his predicament since he was already 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 helped him from the chair to the bed, she noticed the wetness indicators had turned from light to dark and she stated “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 knew that Rick could still “function” in one very important way.
Rick sat upright in bed most of the morning, watching TV, not asking for anything and barely acknowledging her when she entered the room. Hmm, he may have become more depressed than she thought.
Time for lunch, for this 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 kept up the diuretics and laxatives.
Liz came to Rick’s aid and changed his smelly, wet diaper. She noticed again that he was becoming erect and strokes him gently at first and then moved to kiss his member but he pushed her away. She took the hint and finished diapering him.
For supper she did not give him any sedative or laxative but doubled the diuretics and gave him a big glass of apple juice with his meal.
Rick had no idea where the day had gone, only that it was suppertime and he was hungry. While eating supper, he wet himself again. Funny, he could feel the warmth and it felt oddly pleasant. The front of his diaper lifted despite his loathing being diapered! He decided to explore this feeling in due time.
Liz decided that the double dose of diuretics was a bad idea. She had changed him 3 times in the last two hours. However, she couldn’t wait for tomorrow when he failed to have a bowel movement and she could spring the next surprise, an enema!
Rick has just been changed for what he hoped was the last time before bed. He was not really tired but TV was boring and there was little else he can do. He dozed and awoke to the smell of coffee. Liz has made a pot. He mumbles a request “Can I hah a cub of cobbee?”
She decided to bargain for it “OK but you have to try to lift your left arm for me!”
He tried but only managed to fling it about a small amount. She gave in any way and poured him a cup … and his bib. She made no mention of the fact that he was only wet and not messy. She was biding her time.
At lunch she gave him only a standard dose of the mild diuretic and sedative. Rick slept like a baby for most of the afternoon and awoke wet, as usual. Liz was doing laundry and Rick decided to experiment with his warm, wet diaper. He massaged his diapered member. The rustling of the plastic cover grew faster until he was about to explode when Liz reentered the room. She gave him a strange look and decided that his mood was improving and left the room. He furiously finished what he started and felt that he has accomplished something on his own. Again he could feel the warmth expanding into his diaper.
When Liz returned again, she asked Rick “Are you wet or anything?”
Rick shrugged “Yeah bu it in’t ba ye, it can wai.”
She honored his mood and continued with the laundry. When she returned, she saw that he has indeed wet more than once as a puddle has formed around him on the bed pad.
She proceeded to ask him “Why didn’t you say something sooner? I don’t mind, really.”
Rick shrugged again, his new favorite emotion “I din notess, sawwy.”
She removed the underpad, placed a clean one under him and removed his disposable diaper, intentionally not noticing the extra deposit in the diaper. Rick had been a busy boy!
She moved for another diaper and spoke partially to herself “Hmm, these are fine for awhile but I think the cloth would work better for other times and be more economical.”
She then pulled two cloth diapers from another stack and pinned them on Rick before she placed a pair of plastic pants over them. She snickered to herself, nearly complete!
Rick noticed a different texture between his legs, not necessarily better or worse, just different. Time for more experimentation!
After supper, Liz commented “Rick, you haven’t had a BM today. The doctor 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 invited him in and he could hear footsteps coming toward his room. Just before they enter the room he heard Liz say that he was feeling sorry for himself.
“Hi Rick, how’s it hanging?” said Bob Shepard in his typically hard sell, blunt manner.
To which Rick replied with a bit too much truth “I cannod tell till Liz chanes my dipa.”
Liz, quite shocked, whispered to Bob “He’s paralyzed on his left side, no control of his bladder or bowels.”
Bob, feeling sheepish, mumbled “Sorry, ole boy,” and continued “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 was now under no pressure to come back soon.
Rick nods “shu tang. No thape to wok.”
Bob made idle chitchat and as usual, he did all the talking and Rick listened, not much changed there, when Liz chimed in “It is about time for Rick to have some treatments.”
Bob, taking the hint, said “Oh, well gotta go, call if you need anything, my secretary is always there” on his way out.
Liz told Rick “I didn’t forget about your treatment. You didn’t think I did, did you?”
Rick shrugged and resigned himself to the fact that he was helpless to resist. Liz returned with a red water bottle and hose. She hung the bottle on his bed’s IV pole and attached something to the end of the hose. It looked like two small collapsed balloons on a tube. She applied liberal amounts of KY to the balloons and then unpinned one side of his diapers, rolled him on his left side and applied a liberal amount of KY to his uncontrollable backside. Before he knew it, the first balloon was in him, inflated and the second was inflating from the outside, forming a snug seal. While not something he remembered enjoying in the past, this experience was different, almost erotic.
Liz explained “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. The spreading warmth in his abdomen was quickly relaxing.
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 hard on. This one Liz would not be denied. With the enema nozzle still lodged in place in his bottom, 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 tube still 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 re-pinned the diaper, pulled up the pants and rolled him ever so slightly to the left and released the valves so the nozzle could be removed from his bottom and diaper.
In less than a minute Rick could feel the mess as it escaped 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 eventually returned to do some consulting work from home 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 he long ago decided he was much happier with his own personal nurse to tend his… uh, bodily functions…all his bodily functions!
– The End –
