As her eyes began to open the doctors were standing round her bedside.

“Yes you are in hospital and you’ve had a bit of an accident”

“Yes you have broken your legs”

No doubt about that --- we were just finishing our weekend shopping at the supermarket, and I stepped back to push the trolley to the trolley park and the young driver was travelling far too fast, showing off, clipped the car that was reversing out of the parking place and shunted it into mine. I always park with the back of the car facing the road because it is easier to load but today I’d backed it in and left a gap between the back bumper and the wall. Kate was just re arranging the last few items into the boot of the car, the tailgate was raised and she was leaning in. As the car shot backwards she was knocked off her feet as the bumper hit her just below her knees, but as her bottom was then pointing upwards with her half in the boot her contact with the brick wall caught her lower back squashing her lower body and as the car bounced back somehow her ankles were twisted as her feet hit the wall. The car was tight against the wall with the parking brake on full, but I managed to get the door open quickly to release it and ease the car forwards to free Kate. She sagged into the back of the car with her legs dangling at a strange angle, crying softly that her bottom hurt. I reached up behind her, her tight leather mini skirt was rumpled and was half way up her bottom revealing her g-string, her tights were laddered and her new boots were splattered with blood. I tried to keep her still, my basic first aid taught me not to move anyone who may have back or neck injuries unless they are in danger, and although it seemed an age within 5 or 6 minutes a paramedic arrived on his high powered motorbike, quickly followed by an ambulance. From their initial examination Kate had broken both legs below her knees and dislocated or broken her hips and fractured her pelvis with a possibility of a broken back. Still leant over the inside of the car the ambulance crew strapped her to a spinal board from her head to her bottom, then gently eased her twisted legs with splints from foot to hip, backwards to be in line with the board. She cried out in pain as each leg was eased straight and strapped to the board, then she was gently turned onto her back, strapped rigidly unable to move. Slowly she was taken to the waiting ambulance and then driven carefully out of the car park to the local hospital. The police were busy taking witness statements. My car was barely damaged, being a classic MGB GT, but the steel bumpers that had saved the car had more of an impact on Kate’s body. By the time I got to the hospital, found a space to park, and then found A & E, Kate had been examined, X rayed and fully assessed. The diagnosis sounded horrific - she had fracture dislocations of both ankles, compound fractures of both tibias and fibulas just below her knees, two dislocated hips and a crushed pelvis, two broken vertebrae in her lower back and two ruptured discs near her shoulder blades from whiplash. I sat holding her hand as they discussed the treatment of her injuries … they would need to operate on her broken legs, but her pelvis would be left to heal by itself once her hips had been relocated, and her back would have to be kept still. It would mean a long spell in a large plaster cast they kept calling a hip spica. After Kate had her pre med she was wheeled away to the theatre. I made my way to the cafeteria for a coffee and something to eat. We hadn’t bothered with breakfast before rushing to the supermarket and were meeting friends for lunch. Where had the time gone, it was two thirty already ?

By six o clock Kate was in the recovery ward and I was allowed to see her. She was lying flat on her back with both legs stretched out with wide slings holding them up in the air. As I stood at her bedside I then understood what a large cast she was in. From the tips of her toes the white plaster covered her legs to her knees and up her long thighs enclosing her bottom and her stomach, up over her breasts, under her armpits and extended up to her chin. Her legs were spread apart with a bar just above her ankles. As she started to come round and the doctor’s words began to sink in she was tearful. She was trying to sit up to see her plastered legs and was confused why her body was so stiff. I explained that she was in plaster from her chin to her toes. Holding my hand with her right hand she felt with her left, slowly, from her face, the padded edges of the cast keeping her neck and head still, over her plastered breasts, over her stomach, and managed to touch the padded edge of the cast between her wide spread legs. She could see the tips of her toes but found it difficult to make them move. I stood at the end of the bed and gently rubbed them, removing splashes of plaster of paris. Yes, she could feel my fingers rubbing them, but why couldn’t she move them ? I explained that it was more than two broken legs. She had broken her right leg before, shortly after we had met, and had managed with her cast, getting round on crutches for five or six weeks, then walking on her cast with a rubber heel. We spent a happy summer getting to know each other better with her long casted leg as part of our history. She was in her walking cast for nearly four months, then four weeks more in a short cast, before she could wear a pair of shoes again. Her bones were slow to heal. Kate was more than a little apprehensive about how she would manage with both legs in plaster this time, and how she would get to work, as it would be impossible to drive, and how was she going to manage getting the kids from school each afternoon. The kids ? ? In all the confusion I had hardly given them a thought - they were staying the weekend at my Mum’s - a weekend to ourselves - and a run out for the MG -if we’d used the family car for the shopping - if I’d parked round the other way - if I’d parked somewhere else - If the other car hadn’t been driven so irresponsibly - if Kate hadn’t been loading the boot - I kept turning all these things over in my mind. I left Kate in her suspended position and headed home to make a few phone calls and let the family know what had happened.

On Sunday afternoon I made my way to the hospital for visiting and found the ward. Kate was in a bay of four beds, laying on her back but with her legs attached to a framework from the end of the bed keeping them raised high. She had a bed sheet draped over her to hide her modesty. She was bright and cheerful, despite being frustrated at being so immobilised. She had managed a light breakfast, but found it difficult to swallow lying flat on her back, and could only drink using a straw. She had been helped with a bedpan twice, which was embarrassing and very uncomfortable, having to be lifted on and off by two nurses. She wanted to see the children. I looked around the other patients but none of them seemed to be as badly injured as Kate. All were sitting up and I could only see one other plastered leg…. A teenage girl with lots of noisy teenage friends drawing and writing all over her cast … what is it about writing on casts ? When Kate had her leg in plaster before she had kept it clean whilst she was on crutches for a couple of weeks, then one by one the messages appeared. By the time the cast was changed for the long walking cast there was barely any space left. She had kept it as a souvenir. When the second cast collected as many, or more, she didn’t want that thrown away either, so that too was kept in the loft . A few months ago we had been sorting out a few things for a jumble sale and the bag with the cast came to light ... Kate insisted on bringing it down and trying it on ... it brought back a lot of pleasant memories, out came the photo albums ... on our first holiday ... Kate at work, Kate out socialising ... the white plaster cast was part of her history. She had put the cast on and we taped it together with duct tape, then I bandaged over the cast and it looked like new ... well almost. The kids had seen Mummy in her hard bandage and we explained that she had hurt her leg and the bandage made it better. Now I would have to explain it all over again.

On Monday I spent the day as house husband. Mum and Dad brought the kids home in time for school not knowing of Kate's accident, and I collected them mid afternoon and took them in to see their Mum for the first time. I recalled the tale of the hard bandage and explained that both her legs were hurt this time. They accepted it quite readily, and as we got to the ward they both rushed up to Kate's bed and threw themselves on to her sides, climbed up and cuddled her plastered body. Kate fought back the tears.

By the end of the first week in hospital the routine was much the same. Kate had to be moved regulalrly and found it so uncomfortable on her side propped up on pillows and with her leg in the air, lying on her front was the worst. I had time to talk to the other patients in Kate's bay. The teenage girl had been on a motor scooter and broken her right leg and hip, had the hip pinned some eight weeks earlier before it had gone wrong and had to be unpinned. She was in a single hip spica and was hoping to return home early in the next week. There was an older woman who had a hip replacement op and was making good progress and the fourth patient was a mid twenties woman who had been knocked down by a van but had lost her left leg, severed at her hip. She was struggling to adapt to the radical loss and with such a high amputation a false leg was going to be hard to manage.

Kate was taken for more x rays at the start of the second week and her plaster cast was removed to adjust the position of her hips and pelvis. The new cast was yellow fibreglass and finished just under her armpits leaving her neck free this time, and with a slight bend in her back she was able to half sit up. To maintain her hip stability a single spreader bar stretched between her legs holding them further apart. Able to sit up in her bed and propped up with pillows Kate felt a lot more comfortable and could watch the ward activity easier, swallow her food more normally and drink from a mug and even a glass. Unable to move her body felt strange, but the new cast was lighter than the first plaster cast ... Kate said it just felt like really tight clothing. After two days she was able to sit in a wheelchair with an adjustable back and extended footrests. There was a possibility that she could come home. She would be needing almost constant care for the first couple of weeks and some re organisation at home... my Mum rallied round and offered to come and stay and act as Matron, and help with the children getting them from school. My boss at work was very understanding and I was able to work flexible hours. On the Friday afternoon, nearly two weeks since the accident Kate was wheeled in to our house. The long road of rehabilitation was about to begin.

understood what a large cast she was in. From the tips of her toes the white plaster covered her legs to her knees and up her long thighs enclosing her bottom and her stomach, up over her breasts, under her armpits and extended up to her chin. Her legs were spread apart with a bar just above her ankles. As she started to come round and the doctor’s words began to sink in she was tearful. She was trying to sit up to see her plastered legs and was confused why her body was so stiff. I explained that she was in plaster from her chin to her toes. Holding my hand with her right hand she felt with her left, slowly, from her face, the padded edges of the cast keeping her neck and head still, over her plastered breasts, over her stomach, and managed to touch the padded edge of the cast between her wide spread legs. She could see the tips of her toes but found it difficult to make them move. I stood at the end of the bed and gently rubbed them, removing splashes of plaster of paris. Yes, she could feel my fingers rubbing them, but why couldn’t she move them ? I explained that it was more than two broken legs. She had broken her right leg before, shortly after we had met, and had managed with her cast, getting round on crutches for five or six weeks, then walking on her cast with a rubber heel. We spent a happy summer getting to know each other better with her long casted leg as part of our history. She was in her walking cast for nearly four months, then four weeks more in a short cast, before she could wear a pair of shoes again. Her bones were slow to heal. Kate was more than a little apprehensive about how she would manage with both legs in plaster this time, and how she would get to work, as it would be impossible to drive, and how was she going to manage getting the kids from school each afternoon. The kids ? ? In all the confusion I had hardly given them a thought - they were staying the weekend at my Mum’s - a weekend to ourselves - and a run out for the MG -if we’d used the family car for the shopping - if I’d parked round the other way - if I’d parked somewhere else - If the other car hadn’t been driven so irresponsibly - if Kate hadn’t been loading the boot - I kept turning all these things over in my mind. I left Kate in her suspended position and headed home to make a few phone calls and let the family know what had happened.

On Sunday afternoon I made my way to the hospital for visiting and found the ward. Kate was in a bay of four beds, laying on her back but with her legs attached to a framework from the end of the bed keeping them raised high. She had a bed sheet draped over her to hide her modesty. She was bright and cheerful, despite being frustrated at being so immobilised. She had managed a light breakfast, but found it difficult to swallow lying flat on her back, and could only drink using a straw. She had been helped with a bedpan twice, which was embarrassing and very uncomfortable, having to be lifted on and off by two nurses. She wanted to see the children. I looked around the other patients but none of them seemed to be as badly injured as Kate. All were sitting up and I could only see one other plastered leg…. A teenage girl with lots of noisy teenage friends drawing and writing all over her cast … what is it about writing on casts ? When Kate had her leg in plaster before she had kept it clean whilst she was on crutches for a couple of weeks, then one by one the messages appeared. By the time the cast was changed for the long walking cast there was barely any space left. She had kept it as a souvenir. When the second cast collected as many, or more, she didn’t want that thrown away either, so that too was kept in the loft . A few months ago we had been sorting out a few things for a jumble sale and the bag with the cast came to light ... Kate insisted on bringing it down and trying it on ... it brought back a lot of pleasant memories, out came the photo albums ... on our first holiday ... Kate at work, Kate out socialising ... the white plaster cast was part of her history. She had put the cast on and we taped it together with duct tape, then I bandaged over the cast and it looked like new ... well almost. The kids had seen Mummy in her hard bandage and we explained that she had hurt her leg and the bandage made it better. Now I would have to explain it all over again.

On Monday I spent the day as house husband. Mum and Dad brought the kids home in time for school not knowing of Kate's accident, and I collected them mid afternoon and took them in to see their Mum for the first time. I recalled the tale of the hard bandage and explained that both her legs were hurt this time. They accepted it quite readily, and as we got to the ward they both rushed up to Kate's bed and threw themselves on to her sides, climbed up and cuddled her plastered body. Kate fought back the tears.

By the end of the first week in hospital the routine was much the same. Kate had to be moved regulalrly and found it so uncomfortable on her side propped up on pillows and with her leg in the air, lying on her front was the worst. I had time to talk to the other patients in Kate's bay. The teenage girl had been on a motor scooter and broken her right leg and hip, had the hip pinned some eight weeks earlier before it had gone wrong and had to be unpinned. She was in a single hip spica and was hoping to return home early in the next week. There was an older woman who had a hip replacement op and was making good progress and the fourth patient was a mid twenties woman who had been knocked down by a van but had lost her left leg, severed at her hip. She was struggling to adapt to the radical loss and with such a high amputation a false leg was going to be hard to manage.

Kate was taken for more x rays at the start of the second week and her plaster cast was removed to adjust the position of her hips and pelvis. The new cast was yellow fibreglass and finished just under her armpits leaving her neck free this time, and with a slight bend in her back she was able to half sit up. To maintain her hip stability a single spreader bar stretched between her legs holding them further apart. Able to sit up in her bed and propped up with pillows Kate felt a lot more comfortable and could watch the ward activity easier, swallow her food more normally and drink from a mug and even a glass. Unable to move her body felt strange, but the new cast was lighter than the first plaster cast ... Kate said it just felt like really tight clothing. After two days she was able to sit in a wheelchair with an adjustable back and extended footrests. There was a possibility that she could come home. She would be needing almost constant care for the first couple of weeks and some re organisation at home... my Mum rallied round and offered to come and stay and act as Matron, and help with the children getting them from school. My boss at work was very understanding and I was able to work flexible hours. On the Friday afternoon, nearly two weeks since the accident Kate was wheeled in to our house. The long road of rehabilitation was about to begin.

Kate was comfortable in our bed with plenty of pillows and cushions to prop her back up. I was able to lift her out of her wheelchair by holding the spreader bar and with Kate hanging on round my neck, and with care I could get her on and off the loo. By bedtime the kids were excited that Mummy was home and they climbed into our bed for a goodnight cuddle, before Gran took them to their beds. We too decided it would be fine for an early night, and I adjusted Kate's pillows. I was undressed and alongside her for the first time in a fortnight. The TV was on for the usual Friday night chatshow. I was a little restless and began exploring Kate's cast. It was tight across her chest and I was a little frustrated that I could not massage her lovely tits. I felt the smooth cast ... over her plastered belly ... then between her legs ... Kate was more than ready ... and so was I ... as I laid on top of her the angle her legs had been casted apart was perfect ... we enjoyed our lovemaking, carefully at first in case of injuring her pelvis, then more physical ... her body trapped inside the cast made the sensual rhythm far more enjoyable for her until her climax, when she experienced pain in her pelvis as her orgasm exploded ... she likened it to labour pains again ... we drifted off to sleep as I cuddled her plastered body.

The morning of the weekend dawned bright and after the bathroom ritual I carried Kate downstairs. Laid back in her wheelchair the weekend chores were being planned. The weekend shopping was priority and Kate was quite incensed when she had been excluded from the outing. " Why not ? " she asked, " I'm only in a plaster cast ... It didn't stop me last time" The first problem would be getting in and out of a car, but with some quick thinking our near neighbours drove a Ford Galaxy people carrier - seats that lift out - that could solve a problem, but were they going shopping ? Next problem was what could Kate wear. Fine when she was in hospital she wore nothing, just the cast, but she would need something over her legs. Going through her wardrobe there was very little that would fit. With her legs spread so wide none of her skirts would fit. Her favourite dresses were too tight and wouldn't fit over her plastered boobs, I tried a couple of my shirts but they weren't long enough to reach over her widespread thighs, trousers or jeans were no help because of the spreader bar. In the end Kate picked up her jogging shorts and carefully unpicked the seams on the inside, then pulled them down over her cast. With my help we managed a few safety pins to join the flapping sides back together between her thighs, and with the drawstring pulled tight she was decent. I suggested a T shirt on top, but Kate was determined that everyone would see her yellow cast ... there was no doubting that.

With the transport arranged we were off to the supermarket ... only two weeks ago we had been carefree, shopping for just the two of us, and here we were with Kate immobilised in an enormous cast forseeably for the next two or three months. I managed to get the wheelchair set up, then struggled a little getting Kate out of her seat and onto the chair. Half laying back, Kate loved it and by the time the automatic doors opened into the shop the other customers were all looking our way. I rememberd how many glances Kate got when she broke her leg before, especially as she crutched her way to work, or when we were out, and even when she had her long walking cast she delighted in wearing short skirts or squeezing into the tightest and shortest shorts. She wasn't a bit worried about people seeing her in plaster. This cast was something else however ... it is unusual to see one leg in plaster these days but two ... and with the cast up to her armpits ... As we made our way up and down the supermarket aisles heads were turned, little kids were told that the lady had hurt her legs ... and a few people, usually older women came up to ask what had she done to herself ... Kate was in her element. "I've broken both legs and my pelvis"

"No, it doesn't hurt now but it did at the time" "No I can't walk in this" "Yes it does join up" "Yes I am being well looked after" By the time the trolley was fully loaded Kate was flushed with the attention she had received. We waited at the queue, but even the disabled till couldn't take her widespread cast, so she sat to the side whilst the kids and I packed and paid. As I got back to collect her Kate was talking to another couple with a young child in a pushchair. Their little girl was in an identical cast but with her legs almost out at right angles being treated for congenital dislocated hips. She had been in plaster for four months and still had two more months to go. Kate hoped hers would not be so long. By the time we were home Kate was exhausted, physically and mentally ... a quiet time in was the order for the rest of the day. A few friends and neighbours called in to see the 'invalid' and we managed a quiet time with the children playing sitting in the garden. That evening once the children were ready for bed they came to Kate for their bedtime story. We decided on an early night ourselves and within a few minutes of getting in to bed Kate was as randy as the previous night and wanted sex,sex, sex... again she experienced some discomfort as she reached her climax but the cast held her firmly and we were sure we were not causing her any real problem.

By the end of the weekend Kate was really tired and complained of back ache. During the evening we held hands watching TV and eventually she asked to be carried up to bed. She was tired and was not in the mood as the previous two evenings, so we laid side by plastered side and drifted off to sleep.

The mad rush of a Monday morning with breakfast, getting ready for work and getting the children ready for school was a frenzy, with my Mum struggling to cope. Kate made the effort to be downstairs before the children were ready, but her painful back was now a painful hip and she was uncomfortable. I collected the kids and took them off to school, in the car, even though it is only round the corner, then made my way to work. I rang home mid morning to see how my Mum was coping and if Kate was any better. I was concerned when my Mum said Kate was asleep in her wheelchair, so I decided to ring the hospital for a little advice. Their immediate reaction was to get Kate back, for at least an X ray as a precaution, but they suspected her hip was dislocated again. They offered to send an ambulance, so by the time I got to the orthopaedic ward Kate had been X rayed and was having a scan. The cast had been removed to the top of her legs. The results were being studied as I arrived ... yes her right hip was dislocated again ... not sure how it had happened ... re align and replaster ... no problem. I sat in with Kate and she giggled, holding my hand and blamed me !! After about twenty minutes the consultant gave his instructions and the nurse gave Kate a shot of muscle relaxant then made a start. He carefully eased Kate's right leg in a wide circle and I heard it crack as it went back into place. The plaster technician had more yellow fibreglass bandage ready but this time her legs were braced at her knees and with a wide brace at the upper part of her thighs ... a plaster contraceptive device that stopped me from getting my leg over ... After about an hour Kate was ready for going home. The hospital arranged for transport and I returned to work for what turned out to be a very short day's work. When I got home the kids were happily playing round Kate's wheelchair as she supervised tea. By the time we got to bed Kate was really tired, but she whispered in my ear that next time, we would have to be more careful, and I should be more considerate. During the night Kate was very restless and was rubbing her vagina with both hands. The bar across the top of her thighs was most inconvenient, but I managed to ease her on top of me and I could enter from behind. Her plastered body was rough against my skin this way round, but her pleasure was rewarded with a juicy orgasm.

By the end of the week Kate was getting impatient, having been immobilised now for nearly three weeks, and was adamant that she could pick up the children from school. My Mum persevered and struggled to push the chair and Kate in her bulky cast round to the school gates. The dozens of Mums rushed round to speak to them both and many were intrigued by the extent of the cast. Over the years we had experienced kids with broken arms, broken wrists, broken ankles and one lad with a broken leg and the odd parent with a broken bone, but Kate was the centre of attention as she explained over and over how the cast held her body tightly and the broken legs and pelvis. She was enjoying the audience. That evening she confessed that she was tempted to wear her old leg cast on more than one occasion, just because she had remembered how much attention it had attracted, but at the time it was just part of getting better. Kate insisted that next week she would collect the kids every day, and all being well would wheel herself there and back. We managed another weekend shop at the supermarket on Saturday, this time without the kids, and again pople came up to engage in light conversation. As Kate became more expert she had a way of showing how big her cast was, and would rap her knuckles down her plastered body over her hips and as far as she could reach along her thighs ...

We were due for another hospital check up after the fourth week, six weeks since the accident, and Kate was quite confident that she was making progress. I left her and went off to work for the morning and got back to the hospital in my lunch break. She was sitting in her wheelchair nearly bolt upright this time and replastered in blue. The cast still covered her legs and hips but finished below her breasts this time.

I managed to wheel her in her chair to my car, and this time I could manhandle her onto the seat. On the way home we called in to the car showrooms, checked out a couple of secondhand people carriers, paid our deposit, agreed a trade in on the old family car, then made our way home, slightly poorer, but agreed on a better mode of transport. It would be a while before Kate could sit in the MG. The new cast was unbraced, but Kate's left leg was still at an angle where her right leg was nearly straight. Still no talk of being able to stand up. That night we managed sex the normal way round. Kate's breasts were within my grasp again ... I felt great ... Kate's breasts felt wonderful. For the next four weeks she wheeled herself round the house, and picked up the kids from school nearly every day. My Mum went home for a few days to give my Dad a break, and Kate's Mum and Dad arrived to take control. They made a fuss over Kate and bossed her about for the first day, but once they realised how she was coping they eased up the next day. Our next hospital appointment came round and we were first on the list. I recognised the girl from Kate's ward who had lost her leg and she was sitting in her wheelchair looking very sexy with one thigh length white leather boot and a black cat suit. The missing leg of her trousers was folded inside so nothing showed. She was booked for a casting session for her false leg, but she admitted that she managed well either in her chair or on crutches. She could manage on just one crutch most of the time and was getting quite quick. With her high heel boot she was nearly 6' tall. She was back to work nearly full time, at a theatre in London. I asked her what she did ... " I used to be a dancer " I was stunned.

Kate was taken away to have the cast removed completely, and a scan to assess the fractured pelvis. Her broken legs were slow to heal, just like last time. Neither of us expected the results. Kate was pregnant, her pelvis was still fractured but responding. She could try weight bearing on her broken legs. Her leg casts would be fitted with rubber heels. We expected things to be easier now, but the plaster technician worked the stockinette and padding high up her back. The new cast was plaster of paris this time. There were now three technicians working on building this cast, one dipping and squeezing and two applying. The cast on Kate's body came to a rounded point between her breasts before being smoothed around her stomach and over her hips, and in a figure of eight between her thighs, just leaving a small gap around her vagina. Her legs were casted almost straight but her ankles were set straighter than before with her toes pointing down. Two steel hoops were fitted into the cast that went beyond her extended toes and each had a rubber pad. The upper part of these hoops had a complete ring that fitted around her leg just above her knees. Her ankles had to be reset this way. After a short coffee break the technicians then proceeded to join the leg and body casts together. Kate was strapped into a hoist sling and raised upright supported under her armpits. Her weak legs hung limply as the technicians turned her feet to point outwards as far as they could, then a bar was plastered between each ankle holding her legs wide apart. Two more bars were then cut to fit one from her right ankle to her left hip and the other from her right hip to her left ankle. The bars were wrapped in plaster bandage and where they crossed more plaster held them tightly in place. The consultant insisted that this was a short term cast until her pelvis had stabilised taking weight. The plaster was polished to such a smooth finish it looked like porcelain. The hoist was lowered so the steel hoops were in contact with the floor. I walked up to see how Kate was and I then realised that standing almost on tiptoe and with 4 or 5 inches of steelwork projecting beyond her toes she was well over 6' tall. As the plaster dried, the nurse adjusted a pair of under arm crutches. Kate eased herself on to them and standing on her plastered feet high off the ground, for the first time in 14 weeks, she was upright. With a little help, Kate managed a few steps, but the crutches were behind her all the time as her feet were too wide to follow through. It was hard going even on the level floor, but stairs were going to be a problem. We were directed to the ante natal clinic, with Kate's scan results, and she made quite an entrance through the double doors. There were ten or fifteen pregant women in various degress of their pregnancies and every one looked up as Kate crutched in. The new cast kept her so straight it was impossible to sit down, but Kate eased herself back against the window cill. The young motorcycle accident victim was there, which was a surprise, and as she recognised Kate she made her way over. She still had a long walking cast on her leg, but was managing without crutches. She was amazed at Kate's cast and ran her fingers over the smooth surface, then asked what she was doing there, as if she didn't know. Kate was delighted that she was pregnant, but Sam was not so sure. She turned round and rubbed her rounded belly, obviously pregnant, and had only recently discovered that she was nearly six months gone. Her boyfriend had made love to her the first time she was in her hip spica. She was worried about the effects the X rays may have had on her baby. By the time Kate's turn came Sam had received the news that all was well. She limped out of the clinic arm in arm with a leather clad biker. Kate stood as the gynaecologist assessed the scan. He measured and checked and announced that the baby was due in seven months. We made our way out of the hospital in a state of excitement. When we got to the car we then realised that this cast was going to be awkward to live with. The only way I could get Kate in was to get her to lean onto the rear seats then raise her legs like a wheelbarrow and lift her up as she walked herself on the seats into the car then help her turn round. The bracing on this cast was so strong her legs were rigidly held, even when I turned her round. Getting out was even more of a struggle as she walked herself out backwards. It was lucky her arms were now so strong. Getting up the front step was not easy. The kids were home from school. Kate couldn't bend down to cuddle them. Getting her balance and holding my shoulder I had to lift them up for their cuddle. They wanted to know where the new baby was, when we explained our news. After tea our little daughter sat on my lap with a serious look on her face. "Did you give Mummy a new baby ?" I replied sheepishly that I had "Well don't give her another one, she's eaten it, it's in her tummy ! " Kate's Mum and Dad were overjoyed at the prospect of another grandchild and fussed about Kate all evening. The new cast meant Kate had to stand up or lie down. We lay together on the settee watching TV, me behind Kate, with my arms cuddling her and rubbing her breasts. Her legs were held apart and her left leg was halfway up the settee raised above her. Kate had both her hands between her thighs and was getting hornier and hornier. Bed was the only answer, but it was a real struggle to get her up the stairs, again I lifted her legs from behind as she walked herself up on her hands, and like a wheelbarrow she walked into the bedroom. The crossed braces of her cast were just in the wrong place so it was rear entry again for the next four weeks then ? Her hormones were working overtime that night ...

Our next check up at the fracture clinic went smoothly and Kate's cast was again removed. The nurses spent a little time cleaning Kate's wrinkly body and helped her with her hairy legs. The doctor assessed the scan and x ray pictures and decided that she would have to remain upright for another four weeks, but instead of the crutches and the built up casts he wanted rubber rockers on each foot and for Kate to try a walking frame. Her legs were replastered, again in plaster of paris, with a wide brace between her knees keeping them apart. The walking frame was cumbersome, but Kate managed it very well and the doctor recommended using it especially as the baby grew. That was another seven months away ... did he contemplate Kate would be in plaster all that time we wondered ? When we got to our car Kate backed herself onto the rear seats and pushed herself backwards with her strong arms as I guided her plastered feet. The walking frame was great in shops as she could rest easily against it, even resting her plastered bottom on the handgrips as she selected items from the supermarket shelves. The store workers soon recognised her whenever she shopped and there was always a volunteer to help lift and carry. Kate managed to walk the children home from school on the Friday before half term ... it was 20 weeks since the accident, and twenty weeks Kate had been in plaster.

By the time of our next hospital appointments we were booked at the fracture clinic and then the ante natal for our 20 week scan. Kate was taken out of her cast, and again the nurses helped tidying up her skin. Her leg muscles had wasted and the bones were quite obvious through her pale skin. The broken legs below her knees were still swollen as the bones worked to knit. With help Kate sat in a wheelchair, her back muscles were weak after standing straight for 3 months, and she relaxed. The physiotherapist was on call and carefully examined Kate after the X rays and scan. Her pelvis was now stable, but would be weakened with childbirth. Her back was much improved. Her legs were still too weak to take her weight without cast support. Kate was wheeled to the hydrotherapy pool and carefully lowered in to the warm water bath, where she relaxed further and managed to swim around, trailing her almost useless legs behind her. Once dried off the physio recommended a course of swimming once the plaster casts were off. The next call was the ante natal clinic and Kate wheeled herself in, and hoisted herself onto the examination couch. The nurse applied the jelly over Kate's still smooth rounded belly then ran the probe over and round until the picture appeared on the screen. Kate looked much more rounded than her previous pregnancies and her large belly button had popped out earlier. With the cast holding her tightly the baby was not really evident, but now released, she did look large. The scan showed why ... we were expecting twins. Back to the fracture clinic for the next cast ... this time Kate chose pink ... and the technician carefully wrapped stockinette and padding up her legs, before applying the casting bandages.

The doctor called in halfway through and explained what he wanted to achieve. The cast would just be on her weak legs, but braced wide apart. Kate would be in her wheelchair for the next four weeks, but undergo a programme of physiotherapy to strenghten her hips and pelvis muscles, especially as the strain her pregnancy would present. The casts were soon finished and Kate struggled to move either leg. The technician had Kate sit on the edge of the bed, with me supporting her arms and back. He carefully eased her legs apart, then with lengths of wood plastered the timber between each leg, and covered it with more plaster bandage. The cast was polished smooth. Kate would find it difficult to stand up her legs were so spread this time, but she managed to rock forwards and back until I wheeled her chair behind her and she sat back. For the first time Kate was able to rub and caress her belly button, then pulled my hand over her belly as she could feel the babies moving. She had twinkles in both eyes. The problem we now faced was wearing the right clothes. We slipped Kate's vest type t shirt on top of her bra, and one of the nurses produced a bikini bottom with lace up sides to cover her between her legs. The skirt Kate had worn was far too tight to stretch over her widespread legs. We made our way to the car and the only place I could get her in was at the back with the rear seats folded down. Some clothes shopping was necessary for the forthcoming weekend.

Once back at home Kate experienced a few problems getting through doorways in her chair, and that evening I struggled getting her upstairs, but the bar was strong enough to lift her and almost like a fireman's lift with her half over my shoulder I could manouvre her through the narrow doorways. I laid her onto the bed and helped her remove the few clothes she had on. She was excited that she could turn her body after 6 rigid months, but the muscles were still very weak and once down she could not reach forward to help herself up without someting to pull against. As I got undressed Kate had massaged herself into a jucy excited state and was eager for some passionate lovemaking, confident that her pelvis would take the strain.

Life continued at a sedate pace now as Kate was in her wheelchair, but the physiotherapy helped with her muscles in her lower body, and by the third week she was able to lift her casted legs several inches off the floor. By the next clinic her muscles in her thighs were beginning to expand, the cast was getting tighter.

The casts were quickly removed and more x rays of her lower legs were examined. The fractures were still not fully joined enough to support her, so reluctantly the consultant ordered two long walking casts. The technician was used to seeing Kate in various states of undress. He carefully unrolled stockinette to the tops of her thighs, then one leg at a time applied the padding. This time he reverted to plaster of paris, and as the wet plaster was smoothed over her leg Kate shivered with excitement, remembering her one cast those years before, and was looking forward to having her legs casted again. The casts were long, thin and almost completely straight, and with large rubber heels to walk on. Her toes were protected by toe plates extending well past the tips of her toes. These casts were polished smooth as they started to dry, and gleamed bright white. This plaster was quick drying and by mid afternoon Kate was helped to her feet, and with a pair of elbow crutches adjusted to her height she managed her first few steps with each leg working independently. With her plastered legs she was nearly 6' tall. First stop on the way home was to be Mothercare for some sensible maternity clothes. These casts were to be kept until the twins were born, so another 7 or 8 weeks. Kate was ecstatic. As we walked along the High Street, apart from the many admiring glances from other shoppers, Kate kept looking at her reflection in shop windows. The skirt she was wearing was quite short and she had a tight t shirt that showed her expanding belly. She now walked with a stiff legged waddle with her bump sticking out in front. She complained she couldn't see her toes, but by the time we were in Mothercare and able to look at herself in the full length mirrors she turned left, right, sideways and backwards admiring her shape and her long plastered legs. The maternity dresses were not quite what she had in mind, but chose a simple black dress and jacket, then waddled out to one of the younger woman clothes shops, haunted by teenagers and twenty somethings and picked out tight skirts and tops in the largest sizes they stocked, including a black leather mini skirt. That evening we were treated to a high fashion show, with the leather skirt scoring a high 10/10 in my book. That night Kate was extremely passionate. With a couple of leather belts buckled together I helped her raise her casted legs upright as she lay on her back and tied them to the end of the bed. Her bump was pressed between her raised legs as she pulled me down and I entered her hard ... the angle of her pelvis heightened her pleasure and as she reached her climax she was rubbing her hands up and down the length of her casted legs ... she was turned on by the plaster as much as I was. As we lay in each others arms she pleaded to be untied. Perhaps we were experiencing our first delve into bondage ... if that is not what plaster casts really portray ? We enjoyed it anyway.

PART 2: GETTING WORSE BEFORE IT GETS ANY BETTER ...

The ensuing six weeks rushed past and we were so busy getting the nursery ready, shopping for last minute items and running around with the Mums and the children we had little time for ourselves. Kate had been to physio every other day and her upper leg muscles were improving, and the muscle tone for her hips and her pelvis helped her regain some of her former flexibility. Stairs were still a problem with both legs plastered so straight, but Kate managed admirably and was getting round in the house without her crutches, sometimes just one, and occasionally both. The rubber heels were worn almost flat and the casts were getting tatty. The left cast finally frayed so much that her toes were rubbing on the pavement so I diverted from our shopping trip and quickly dropped her in to the fracture clinic for a few limping repairs. The plaster technician applied a couple of plaster bandages around her feet and produced a pair of cast shoes. This made it much easier for walking for her and the crutches ended up in the boot of the car. We needed a short break before the twins were due, so the Mums were prevailed on for a 24 hour sleep over with the grandchildren and we booked a romantic dinner and bed and breakfast at a country hotel. Kate travelled light with just a small suitcase and we arrived at a typical country hotel about 5 p.m. on the Friday afternoon. Kate swung her plastered legs out of the car and I eased her large body off the seat. She held my hand as we walked up to the reception desk. Standing there it was only then I realised how large Kate had become and as she leaned to sign the register her bump kept her at almost full arms' stretch away, she had to turn sideways to get near enough. These twins were big. We were taken to our room and relaxed in the peace and quiet. Kate undressed and I grabbed a quick shower, so when I stepped back in to the bedroom I was surprised when Kate grabbed the towel and pulled me towards her kissing me passionately and rubbing her hands through my wet hair then grabbing my cock as she sat down on the edge of the bed ... she hitched her plastered legs up until they were almost at 180 degrees out sideways then leaned back on her outstretched arms ... she had shaved her pubic hair to a thin stripe and the padded edges of her casts nearly rubbed each side of her vagina ... she admitted that she had been close to orgasm for the last six weeks whenever she walked very far or did her exercises from the casts rubbing her constantly. I laid down between her legs as she closed them onto my body and her improved muscles gripped me tightly just above my hips as I penetrated long and hard.

We enjoyed a bottle of wine with our evening meal, Kate playing footsie under the table trapping my foot between her casted feet and lifting each leg onto my knees ... I could imagine what the edges of her cast were doing to her so by the time the meal was over and we had finished our liquers Kate left nothing to my imagination what she wanted as soon as we were back upstairs. We made love into the early hours and again in the morning. I helped Kate with a sponge bath, trying to keep the casts dry, and she smoothed cream over her enormous belly to help the skin from stretchingn too much. Dressed for breakfast Kate had squeezed into her black leather mini skirt and a black top. The white plaster contrasted perfectly and as we crossed the dining room many eyes turned to watch Kate as she made her way to our table, then eased her legs under the table. Her very forward bump was almost large enough to stand a plate on !

After breakfast a few other guest engaged in small talk as we sat in the lounge and Kate related the accident and her cast experiences. We made our way into the nearby town for a short shopping expedition and I felt proud with my very pregnant plastered wife holding onto my arm all morning. We enjoyed our short time away from the rest of the family and after a quick lunchtime snack we returned homewards. The children were pleased to see their Mum. By Sunday evening the first contractions had started and Kate was fully aware of the care she needed to take, so rang the hospital. They recommended that she came in sooner rather than later, so we gathered up her bag and made our way to maternity. The midwife team had Kate wired for sound, and seemed anxious after their examination. They were convinced that Kate was nearly fully dilated and the birth was imminent. With very little effort about 6 am on Monday morning the first baby arrived and weighed in at a healthy 7lbs - quite a size. There seemed to be an undue delay in No 2, the foetal monitor was checked and all was in order, and Kate's contractions ceased. For a couple of hours she was left to relax, then a scan was ordered, and the consultant called. A rare case of a double pregnancy was diagnosed and unusually the twins were in fact two separate babies. From the measurements from the scan they estimated that No 2 was probably only 32 weeks so the poor girl was going to have been pregnant for 11 months, but with the loss of amniotic fluid Kate would have to take things very easily, with lots of bed rest, with her feet up. By the end of Monday there was definitely not going to be a second birth. The doctors agreed to replaster her legs as comfortably as possible so that she could keep her legs up in the air, and put temporary stitches to hold the second baby in her womb as long as possible. The new cast was a modification of her long leg casts with the spreader bar, but this time her knees were at 90 degrees and a thick spreader bar between her widespread knees. The cast came halfway up her back and was heavily padded under her milk filled breasts but left her bump fully exposed, from the ring of plaster below her breasts two more bars were plastered down to her knees. She would be unable to walk at all: she could sit reasonably comfortably, but when she laid down she could only lie on her back and her plastered legs were then supported above her. The thought of being that disabled for the next 4 to 6 weeks had Kate a bit depressed, but she was to be allowed home the next day. The new baby was brought to her for feeding as the cast was drying out, and once he had found her nipple, Kate's depression lifted and she focussed entirely on the new addition to our family. Once back at home, friends and neighbours called in to see our new son and to sympathise with Kate being plastered afresh - and still very pregnant ! She soon got into a routine and managed well being back in her wheelchair. After a week quietly spent at home, the shopping trip sounded a mite adventurous, but we persevered with the changeable weather. I got the wheelchair organised in the back of the car, had a quick look at the MG - hardly used in the last ten months - then off to the supermarket. By the time we had got half way round the shop half of the kids' school parents seemed to be there and one by one they all came to talk to Kate - our usual 45 minutes shopping took nearly an hour and a half. Most of the talk was about the two babies, but the plaster cast also was still a great talking point, Kate lifting up the hem of her dress to show her plastered knees and thighs.

The second baby hung on for 5 weeks before announcing he was ready to be born, and we had just got to the supermarket for yet another big weekend shop ... we were near the fruit and veg and Kate turned to reach for some oranges. She was holding on to her bump as though it was about to roll away. I debated whether to try to get her into our car and then make our way to the hospital, but one of the supermarket staff,. one of the many knowing Kate, was aware of what was happening and had called for an ambulance. Within the hour we were in the delivery room again for birth No 2 and on the stroke of midday son No 2 arrived weighing in at nearly eight pounds. I don't know what they had been feeding on but the two babies were both big beggars ...

Kate's pelvis had suffered with this delivery and the subsequent scan showed two fractures close to her hips. It would mean another double hip spica ... to keep her pelvis stable and prevent her hips dislocating again. The new cast was blue fibreglass again ... after nearly eleven months of plaster casts poor Kate was back to square one ...

To be concluded

The enforced rest helped Kate get properly acquainted with the second baby, and although they were not twins, stuck in their pram they looked like twins. Just like the first time Kate spent the first two weeks in bed or lying on the settee downstairs, watching over the babies as either of the Mums helped with the everyday chores of running a home. Eventually the boredom started and one evening I was pleasantly surprised to find Kate standing in the kitchen on her right leg helping with the cooking, and sipping a large glass of red wine. Her walking frame had been rescued from the garage. I chastised her for not staying in bed, but she pleaded with me to let her finish the cooking, and I relented. By the time our meals was ready Kate had drunk two or three glasses of wine and was decidedly giggly. I helped her to the table where with great difficulty she managed to half sit and half lie on a chair and eat her meal. I helped her to the lounge and the settee, made her comfortable with cushions and pillows, expecting to watch TV. After a few minutes Kate called me over and as I leant over she firmly gripped my head and directed it between her thighs, asking what I was going to do about it ... I carefully lifted her upright and helped her stand with her back to the wall where she insisted she could wait no longer and as I dropped my trousers and underpants she was excited. With her arms draped around my neck and unable to move her legs in any direction I was easily guided deep inside her moist vagina. I knew straight away that Kate was recovering, and she would be even more keen to get back that mobility she had worked so hard to achieve before the babies were born. For the next two weeks she persevered with her walking frame, but did not venture out of the house unless she was in her wheelchair, and then only for the school collection run in the afternoons. Friends and neighbours were now quite used to seeing Kate in plaster casts as she waited outside the school gates and when the children were out of class many came up to talk and watch the lady in the big hard bandage ...

After 5 weeks we returned to the fracture clinic for a progress report. Kate was trundled away to have the cast removed. I kept the babies amused with a short walk around the hospital car park, then back to the ward for the results. Overall the doctors were pleased and were suggesting a simpler hip spica for the next six weeks and two hinged leg casts. Kate was wheeled off to the plaster room for the Nth time for yet another cast ... the babies were sleeping peacefully as I was called back to collect her. She was standing up with a pair of elbow crutches in her latest creation - the hip spica was curved half way over her stomach and smoothly over her hips and thighs with a thick bar just above her knees firmly plastered holding them quite widely apart, then two stainless steel hinges were plastered either side of her knees and to the short leg walking casts that stretched well beyond her toes in substantial toe plates. For the first time since the accident she would be able to bend her knees. Sitting down was still almost impossible. Kate was quickly dressed into her baggy dress and sloppy joe jumper and crutched her way to the pram. She grasped the handle and would have loved to walk the pram but until she could retain some hip mobility she found it impossible to walk without her crutches to lift her plastered feet off the ground. Once home Kate was determined to get her legs working and started on the prescribed physio programme trying to bend her stiff knee joints. The widespread thighs were inviting, especially as it was impossible for Kate to wear any underwear with the bar in the way. For the next two weeks it was sex every night. We managed the weekend shopping, and with the heavily laden trolley Kate found she could manage a few steps, with the trolley taking most of her weight then twisting from one leg to the other a sort of waddling walk was possible, similar to the way a penguin walks. The following day Kate tried instead to use her walking frame and with a little more flexibility in her knees she managed to walk to the school and back. She was exhausted by the time she got home, but it was a real achievement. Progress was slow and by the time the six weeks was up Kate complained of aching bones and muscles.

The doctors were pleased with her progress and after some discussion over the latest X rays agreed that the hip spica could come off, and fit her with a bilateral hip abduction brace which would get her hips mobile but keep them supported. Two short walking casts were agreed and within an hour Kate limped from the hospital, with a pair of new cast shoes on her white fibreglass casts. As soon as we were home the pram was positioned outside, ready for the afternoon school collection trip. Kate made a point of getting back into some of her sexiest clothes, the leather mini skirt was a firm favourite of both of us, and with her leg casts and the white plastic of her hip braces covering half of her thin thighs she looked stunning. Her large breasts jiggled as she walked and her 48DD black bra showed through her lacy black blouse. Many of the other Mums were jealous of Kate's figure, and more and more Dads were collecting kids this week. I think they appreciated Kate's efforts.

After school broke up for the summer holidays Kate had a final hospital appointment when the casts were off for the last time. The hip abduction brace was retained, ideally only if her hips were painful, but with hydrotherapy on a regular basis planned for the next six weeks we were able to consider a short holiday break, with the possibility of sea and sunshine, perhaps some swimming.

LATEST UPDATE:

Recovery is now 90% complete and sometimes Kate overdoes the exercise and her pelvis creaks and groans in protest and she has difficulty sometimes getting her knickers on and off, but then I'm there to help whenever I can, and stairs and steps can cause her a bit more pain on occasions. The hardest thing she has found is that she can't easily sit in or get out of the MG, so that may well have to go. We are expecting another baby in three months' time and Kate is really blooming. She still insists on wearing her mini skirt and skimpy tops so that her bump is on show, and one afternoon last week I arrived home to find Kate with her old leg cast from the loft strapped on as she was telling the children the story of her broken legs. I think she is missing the firm grip of plaster casts !!

THE END ?

Copyright Spica Mike 2005