Elizabeth “bethy” greer had a good life. She was hapily married to her childhood sweetheart barret. Barret owned his own business. They were not wealthy by any meens but they were able to function. They lived within there meens and were responsible with there mony. They were content.
They dated on and off in jr high and high school. They got together for real after college and got maried shortly after that. They had two kids a boy and a girl. Life was good then tragedy struck.
She was coming home from grocery shoping. Barret was home with the kids. The driver of the other car had an aneurysm and smashed into her car. The car smashed into a tree.
She had hit her head. She was trapped in the car. The emergency team had to use the jaws of life to get her out. She was unconscious. She was rushed to the hospital.
They checked her wallet and found her i.d. they immediately called barret. His baby daughter was in her crib. He was playing with toy cars with his young son. His phone went off. He answered it.
“Hello this is barret. ” he said. ” hello this is officer barnet with the Naperville police department. Your wife was in a car acident. She has been rushed to rosevale hospital. ” he said.
Barret asked his neighbors to watch the kids. He got to the hospital as soon as he posibly could.
They took her out of her pink shirt and denim skirt. They put her in a gown. They were able to stabolize her. Thr crash left her paralyzed and she was in a coma.
The doctor brought barret up to speed on her condition. They were uncertain as to when she would wake up from her coma.
He was allowed to see her. He took her hand. “Hi hunnie im hear. The kids are with the Frederick’s. You were banged up prety bad. We are going to get though this sweetheart. I love you. We will work though it together. “He assured her. He kissed her forehead.
During her stay at the hospital, she had a catheter installed. After a time in the hospital, she was moved to a long term residential rehabilitation center. It was not far from his house. She continued to be in a coma.
The rehabilitation center used diapers not catheterization. He was glad of that. With all she had been though having a large tube inserted into her vaginal area seemed cruel. He found adult diapers sexy.
When no one was in the room, he pulled up her hospital gown and looked at her diaper.
The kids were alowed to see there mom. She had a private room they were alowed mostly private family time. The visits were kept mostly short. The hospital staff were good about things.
It was three mounths after the incident that she woke up. He was with her. The kids were there as well. She wimpared at first.
“Sweetheart im hear. Your safe!” he tried to assure her. “Where am i?” she asked. “You are at center street rehab center. You were in a realy bad accident. ” he explaned.
She felt weird. She could tell that she was wet. The floor nurse explaned everything that had occured.
After he visited with her. ” you never told me you had diaper fetish?”she remarked. ” i had not realy realized it until now. ” he told her. She laughed.
” you dont mind having a paralyzed diaper dependent wife?” she asked. He took her hand. ” of course not. ” he said.
She spent some time in the rehab center. They wanted to make sure that she was out of the woods. The chances of her working were not good. they focused on helping her learn to function in the new normal as it were. He was just glad that she was awake and alive.
After a time the hospital staff decided that she could be discharged. He had built a ramp. He had goten the house ready for her to come home. They were both excited for her to be home.it had been a long ordeal.
He got her purple shirt and gray skirt for her trip home. She had flip flops. He also had a foot fetish as well as diaper. She routinly walked barefoot in the house. She liked to wear sandles or flio flops outside. He got a wheal chair acesuble van. He got inside. It was a fairly short trip home.
They got home. ” i think i need a diaper change! ” she told him.she said with a playful glimer in her eye. He whealed her into her bed room.
He picked her up. She wished she could walk. Being am invilid was not so bad. She liked to be picked up. She liked the lack of control on occasion. She wished that it was not permanent but it was what it was she supposed.
He laid her on the bed. He was very gentle. He hiked up her skirt. Her diaper looked full. There were stain marks. He opened it. Sure enough it was quite full. He washed it off with a sponge. Her body responded. It was turning her on.
He put baby powder on her. He gabe her a fresh diaper. He changed her out if her street cloths. He put her in a night gown. They cudled in bed for a while.
Oftentimes sex coinsided with diaper changes. There were times that she was not in the mood. Other times skies the limit.
He opened her diaper and pulled it off. ” take me!” she said. He unzipped his pants and underware. He got his thing into her. He just kept going. He kept going and going. She begged him not to stop. He kept going.
He did not mind changing her fecaly soiled diaoer eithet. Sometimes he bathed her afterwards. He treated it like a big fetish inducing events. She was fine with that.
She got pregnent . The pregnancy was a bit difficult. They got through it. She gave birth to a healthy baby girl.
She eventualy was able to partialy rehain some mobility. She could walk with a cain . she tired easily. She uaed the wheal chait outside the home. Inside she walked around but had the wheal chair was always on Standby.
She had no interest in reganing bladder or fecal control. She liked being incontinent and being diaper dependent. Her husband also felt that way. Things had improved.they learn to ajust to life post accidents.