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To say the first six months of my marriage were far from what I imagined would be an egregious understatement. The wedding was perfect. I walked down the aisle, stood face-to-face with the man who would in just moments become my husband. We said our vows, were declared man and wife, and then he lifted me in his arms and carried me down the aisle. I didn't know then that it would be the last time he carried me in his arms as a purely romantic gesture and not out of practical necessity. I also didn't know that when I changed out of my wedding dress into the evening gown I had picked out for the reception that it would be the last time I would lift my arms over my head and use my fingers to pull a dress down over my own body, the last time I would bend down and use my hands to slide shoes on my feet planted firmly on the ground. I didn't know that our first dance as a married couple would be our last. The wedding day was perfect, but the date will always be marred. Our wedding

The day finally dawned, and I would put my plan into practice. I went to the bathroom for the last time, showered and for the next 3 months I didn't do anything alone, I wasn't going to eat alone, nor use the bathroom, or do anything without help. I lay on the bed and started my staging. Flaviky came into the room, started to undress and put the special catheter on me, I felt it burn, and then something opened up in my bladder, nothing unbearable. She took out a syringe and I felt a pressure on my bladder. The tube would drain the urine into a bag. The end of the tube had a large empty plastic bag. I was now with incontinence. She put a diaper on me, so as not to have "accidents". Then she started changing my clothes, put on a big pair of panties that I bought, for people wearing diapers, a bra, and I totally relaxed my body, I didn't make any movement. It was gratifying to see my arms and legs limp and lifeless (of a lie, of course). Flaviky placed the catheter bag tied to my left leg

The day dawned, I woke up to the sunlight entering my room, and something was different. I couldn't feel my body, absolutely nothing from the neck down, it felt like I was floating. It was too good to be true, so I decided to take the tests. I took the straw from the bed, lifted my back slightly, looked at my right arm and tried to move it. Nothing. Look to the left, I tried to move it. Nothing. I looked at my legs, tried to move my toes. Nothing. Now I was a real C3 quadriplegic, with only head and neck movements. Flaviky came into the room and saw me smiling, asked if I felt anything, I said I didn't feel my body. We started the morning routine. She discovered me and started to undress, and I didn't feel her hands touching me, my arms were limp and in the position she was putting. She put the winch net under my body, I asked her to leave my arms hanging, when she lifted me up, I was amazed. I had already pretended that my arms and legs were limp, but now it's different. I was not

It was just an average morning, or at least it seemed like one. Nicole awoke with a groggy yawn, tiredly straightening her hair. Upon waking up, she found a brownish Yellow fog. It was residue from a gas attack She had the night before. Nicole opened up her window to finally air out the fumes before heading to the kitchen and working on breakfast, bacon and Eggs to be specific. Her two kids, Mallory and Roderick, Eventually came to the kitchen. They were also met with their mother's fumes. Most people couldn't handle it, but the siblings have been exposed to stuff like this for so long their senses were able to adapt to it. The family sat at the table and ate together. Roderick: "Mom? I'm not a food Expert, but couldn't you try to eat stuff that's less junky? your stomach clearly can't handle it..." Nicole:“I’m sorry, it’s just too tasty to have in small amounts. I know you’re concerned, but is it really that big of a problem?” Mallory:“We just don’t wanna see people make fun of you. Our classmates have been calling you a “gasbag”.” Nicole:”I don’t care what other people’s children have to say about me. And besides, none of them have had the courage to say that to my face.” She said before her belly suddenly started to gurgle. Due to having irritable bowels, her stomach becomes active significantly faster than normal.the chubby milf didn’t hesitate to lean forward and let loose. PPPHRRRRRRRRRRRRRT Roderick and Mallory fanned their faces while Nicole Nervously giggled. After finishing their breakfast and preparing for the day, Nicole dropped her kids off at school. She kissed them on the forehead before driving off. It was her day off so she took the opportunity to run errands as well as self indulge.The first thing on her to-do list was to buy groceries. As she gathered her items in her cart she would crop dust a majority of the areas she passed, ripping pungent clouds with each step. Customers and staff within range of the chubby milf’s quiet farts were sent into a fit of coughing. Though Everybody assumed someone was walking around with a cigarette, unaware that they were actually choking on farts. Before going Home with her groceries, Nicole decided Stop by a nearby McDonalds for lunch. She proceeded to ask for an abnormally large meal. 4 large fries, 6 triple cheeseburgers, a 10pc, And a Large Slushie. people that overheard her order were asking questions such as “is she feeding a family?” and “Does she have a death wish?”. And the employees were sent into a frenzy because the manager demanded that they cook everything from scratch to guarantee quality. Everyone on the clock had to contribute. After almost an hour of toiling, Nicole was presented with multiple trays, each carrying a segment of her Order. Nicole didn’t hesitate to dig into her meal, all the while everyone in the restaurant watched in astonishment as the pudgy brunette pigged out like they were watching a sports event. When she eventually finished her large meal, her belly was even more distended than when she first entered. Bouts of jubilation Spread throughout the store by Nicole’s spectacle, all the while Nicole was more confused since feasts like this were pretty normal for her. The room’s excitement came to a sudden halt as the milf’s stuffed belly rumbled loudly in protest to everything she had just consumed. “Uh oh-” UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPP The belch was fierce enough to knock over anyone in front of her. Nicole sighed with relief until gurgles and churns decided to reemerge once more. She groaned and moaned as she was nearing her breaking point. She was about to blow! “GET HER TO THE BATHROOM!” Someone cried before a group of people helped her out of the booth and ran as fast as they could to the bathroom.Nicole was confident she would make it, until an issue decided to rear its head; Stuckage. Her hips were so wide that they refused to even let her into the restroom, no matter how hard people pushed. In response to this, Nicole could only udder a single phrase moments before Disaster. “I’m sorry…” BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPP PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTRTRTRTRTRTTT BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP BBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPP Nicole Braced herself as bursts of farts and burps erupted from both ends of the dangerously gassy milf. Once her stomach pain subsided, she turned around to look at the mess she mad Similar to what she did earlier that day, the entire building was polluted by her noxious gas. While a couple people were able to escape the hotboxed facility, many were unable to bear it nearly as long, collapsing all across the floor. Nicole blushed heavily and bite her finger as she walked out of the restaurant and climbed into her car and drove home.When Nicole got home she started putting away all of her groceries, eventually being greeted by Mallory and Roderick. Mallory: “Hey mom! What have you been up to?” Nicole: “I really don’t want to talk about it..” Roderick: “I bet money she blew up somewhere again…” He whispered to his sister. Nicole then backed into him, pinning him against the fridge. Nicole: “Don’t talk about me behind my back. Would you like me to blow up on you?” Roderick: “N-No Ma’am!” He yelped, Prompting Mallory to laugh. Later in the afternoon, everyone was getting ready for bed. Nicole crawled into her queen sized bed, almost immediately drifting away. Despite all the havoc Nicole rear had caused and feeling embarrassed about it, she’d do it all over again.

Hello people! My old profile was disabled, I created this one and will post the stories again. . . . . My name is Judith, I'm 18 years old and I'm an aspiring quadriplegic. I live in Berlin and since very young I liked to watch and watch videos of people with disabilities. I always imagined what it would be like to drive a sip n puff wheelchair. I would like to be a quadriplegic with a C3 level injury, being able to breathe alone and move only the head or below the shoulders. I live with my parents, they never suspected my aspiration. When I go to sleep, I pretend I can't move, I leave my body limp, limp, unable to move anything below the neck, pretending that I'm a high-level quadriplegic, the feeling is indescribable, I wanted to try this life for a few days. When I was 16, I was walking around the mall with my best friend, Flaviky, she is the only one who knows my secret, and I saw a man, looking 46 years old, he was sitting in a big, bulky wheelchair, with arms, with headrest