Beginning the Experiment

   Leah was excited, today was the day she got to begin the experiment she had been planning and dreaming of for almost six month. It had all begun when she had read an article about a woman who, due to paralysis, was confined to an iron lung. After she had read the article she hadn't been able to stop thinking about what it must be like to live in an iron lung. She began waking up having dreamed she was confined in an iron lung as a ventilator dependent quadriplegic, her every bodily function having to be taken care of. Her idle thoughts had turned into an obsession, and Leah had realized she actually wanted to try living in an iron lung.

   When Leah had finally worked up the courage to broach her desire to try living in an iron lung to her girlfriend Sara, she had gotten a shock when Sara had confided that she actually had a fetish about caring for people and admitted it was why she had become a nurse. She had said she would love to try being Leah’s caretaker.

   They discussed it and decided that, if they could find one, Leah would try living in an iron lung for a month at least pretending to be a fully ventilator dependent, C1 quadriplegic, unable to move even her neck. In turn, Sara would provide all of Leah's care and take care of all of her bodily functions. Since Sara wanted to have to change her, Leah had agreed to wear diapers for her bladder needs. Leah would wear an open ended foley catheter to continually drain  her bladder, keeping it from filling; effectively simulating her having a spastic bladder and being incontinent. Sara had also insisted on managing her defecation via manual bowel evacuation. Leah had objected, at first, but Sara had insisted and since the other option was going in her diaper, Leah had reluctantly agreed. This was the only part of the whole experiment that Leah was not looking forward to; it would be so embarrassing to have Sara manually massage the feces out of her bowels.

   Since Leah's great uncle had died and left her with a tidy trust fund, money wouldn't be an issue, allowing them to both to take time from work so they could try Leah's experiment. Leah was excited to get to try out an iron lung and Sara was excited to experience giving the ultimate level of care.

   It had taken several months but they had finally found an iron lung to buy and had had the roll out bed modified with straps to hold Leah's arms, legs and head in place so she couldn't move accidentally or on purpose. They had purchased a transfer wheelchair suitable for a high level quadriplegic. The seat was reclined and there was a chest strap that would fit just below her breasts to keep her from slipping. The arm and leg rests had straps to hold her limbs in place and the headrest was equipped with a forehead strap to steady her head. Attached to the chair was a portable, battery powered cuirass ventilator. The pump portion was attached to the back of the wheelchair and an air hose connected it to the shell that would fit over Leah's chest. Their guest room had been modified for Leah. A patient lift sat next to Leah's iron lung and there was another in the attached bathroom where a shower chair similar to her wheelchair stood in the newly enlarged walk in shower. Since money was not a worry, they had decided on the newest technology for Leah to be able to control the iPad that was mounted over her iron lung; a tongue control. Leah’s tongue had been pierced and a stud containing a tiny magnet had been inserted. A control system mounted on her iron lung’s headrest would read her tongue movements and allow her to control the iPad.

   After a normal breakfast, the last Leah would feed to herself for at least a month, Sara told Leah to go to the bathroom and then they would begin. As Leah sat on the toilet urinating, she realized it was the last time she would use a toilet and have control over her own bladder or bowels for at least a month. After wiping and flushing, she walked into the bedroom. While Leah had been in the bathroom, Sara had prepped her iron lung and had it waiting for her. It was open, the bed was rolled out and the straps were undone.

   “Are you ready?” Sara asked, smiling at Leah. “Other than being out for baths you want to spend the next month in your iron lung, pretending to be a ventilator dependent quadriplegic? You will try your best to not move a muscle on your own and to let your iron lung or cuirass ventilator breathe for you. In turn, I promise to provide all of your care and completely manage all of your bodily functions. At the end of the month we will decide whether or not to continue.”

   “Oh yes,” Leah said excitedly. “I can't wait to be confined to my iron lung, dependent on ventilators to breathe for me and have you take complete care of me.”

   “Alright, let's get you in. Go ahead and strip down to your bra and climb up” Sara said, gesturing to Leah's iron lung. Leah quickly pulled her shirt over her head and took off her jeans, panties and socks. She climbed up onto the bed and lay down. Sara opened a dresser drawer and pulled out a foley catheter kit, an absorbent pad and a diaper. She lifted Leah’s hips and placed the absorbent pad under her.

   Sara opened the catheter package and, using the included sanitizing wipe, cleaned Leah’s labia. Sara picked up the catheter and, after applying lubricant to it, carefully spread Leah’s labia and gently guided the tip of the catheter into her urethra. Leah felt a slight sting as it slide up her urethra. She felt some pressure as the tip of the catheter pressed against her bladder sphincter muscle and then slide in. A small dribble of urine flowed out of the end of the catheter and was absorbed by the pad. Sara used the included syringe to inflate the balloon inside Leah’s bladder, anchoring the catheter inside her. As Leah watched, Sara trimmed the end of the catheter leaving an inch or so protruding from her body.

   “From this point on you're incontinent so let's get a diaper on you before you wet yourself.” As Sara lifted Leah's hips and put on her first diaper, the fresh powder smell of the diaper wafted through the room.

   “Since you just went to the bathroom we will begin your manual bowel evacuation schedule tonight after dinner,” Sara continued. “ We will continue mornings and evenings so hopefully you won't leak in your diaper in between.”

   As she talked, Sara secured the straps around Leah's arms and legs. She carefully fastened the strap across Leah's forehead and fit the gasket around Leah's neck. She slide the bed into the chamber and it closed with a resounding click.

   “Should we start?” Sara asked.

   “Yes, start it,” Leah replied. Sara reached over and flipped the switch on the side of Leah's iron lung. It started up and the gentle whoosh of air in and out of the chamber began. Leah felt the pressure change on her diaphragm as her iron lung gentle tried to force air in and out of her lungs.

   “How does that feel?” asked Sara.

   “Weird. It's hard not to fight it. I think it'll take a bit of time to learn.” Leah replied. She tried to relax and match her breathing to her iron lung.

   “All right, I'll let you get comfortable. I'll be back in a little while to check on you and change you if you are wet.” Sara left and Leah was alone in her iron lung. Leah struggled to not fight its cadence but she soon relaxed and began to get the hang of it. Her body kept involuntarily trying to move but the straps held her securely in place. She concentrated on trying to keep her body as still as possible.

   A little while later Leah felt warm and wet between her legs and realized that her catheter had been efficiently emptying her urine from her bladder directly into her diaper.

   Shortly after, Sara came back. “How's it going?” she asked.

   “Fine, I'm beginning to get the hang of breathing with my iron lung. I’m glad the straps are there to remind me not to move. I’m also wet.” Leah answered.

   “Well let's get you changed,” Sara said. She opened the dresser drawer and pulled out a new diaper, once again filling the room with the fresh powder diaper scent. She opened the access port on the side of Leah's iron lung and removed Leah's wet diaper, cleaned her up and put the fresh one on her.

   “How about some lunch now?” Sara asked

   “That sounds good,” Leah replied.

   Sara left and returned with lunch. She began to carefully fed Leah, cutting the food into small pieces so Leah wouldn't choke on it since she was horizontal. They learned to time the bites since Leah was breathing in sync with her iron lung.

   After lunch Sara turned on Leah's iPad so she could read, go online or watch TV. Using the tongue control was a struggle to use at first but as the afternoon wore on, she began to get the hang of it a bit as she browsed the internet and watched TV. While she was concentrating on her iPad, she realized the frequency of her involuntary movements decreased. In the middle of the afternoon Leah again realized that her diaper was getting full of urine but when Sara came in to check on her, Leah decided not to tell her she was wet since of course a real quadriplegic wouldn't know. Sara dutifully checked her diaper and discovering Leah was wet, went about changing her.

   That evening Sara brought in dinner. As she was carefully feeding Leah they discussed how it was going.

   “It is interesting breathing with my iron lung,” Leah said. “At first it was a struggle to not fight it, but as I’ve learned to match my breathing to it, it has become easier and when I’m not paying attention to my breathing my body just wants to sync up. It's very comforting to breathe with it in a way. I think I'm going to like it in here.”

   After she finished feeding Leah, Sara declared that it was time to manually evacuate Leah's bowels. Sara opened up the access port and, after donning rubber gloves, unfastened Leah's diaper. Leah grimaced as she felt Sara gently insert a suppository into her rectum to help soften her feces and then refasten her diaper. To allow time for her suppository time to work, Sara left to clean up dinner. When she returned, she opened the access port again, lifted Leah's hips and put down a disposable pad. She removed Leah's diaper and donned new rubber gloves. Sara lubricated her right index finger and Leah felt it press against her anus and then slide into her rectum. Leah felt it begin doing a gentle sweeping motion inside her rectum and felt Sara's left hand began massaging her lower abdomen as Sara began working Leah's feces out onto the changing pad. Leah flushed in embarrassment; she hadn't really thought about this portion of her care in detail. Defecating was normally such a personal and private act and feeling Sara's finger inside her rectum and her other hand manipulating her from the outside was strange and embarrassing.

   “Don't push or clench,” Sara chided, “remember you’re paralyzed and you can’t move your bowels voluntarily so we have to empty them this way lest your paralyzed body voids in your diaper. We both want this to be a realistic as possible” Leah realized she had been unconsciously helping.

   “I'm sorry, it's hard not to.” She concentrated on not pushing or clenching and just letting Sara massage the feces out. It took a lot longer than Leah had thought it would but after twenty minutes or so Sara declared Leah empty. She cleaned and re-diapered Leah and closed the access port.

   After that they watched a movie, Leah watching it on her iPad synced to the TV. When it was over Sara declared it was time for bed.

   “Good night my dear invalid,” Sara said, kissing Leah on the forehead. She turned out the light as she left and Leah was alone. The quiet whoosh of her iron lung quickly lulled Leah to sleep.

   She awoke to the click of the door opening. It was dark out, still night. Sara crept in quietly. Leah didn’t know why, but she pretended to remain asleep. Sara came over and checked that the iron lung was running properly. Leah heard Sara sit down in the chair next to her iron lung. There was a rustle of fabric and then a soft buzz began, barely audible over the soft whoosh of Leah’s iron lung. Leah realized Sara was masturbating with her vibrator. Leah kept her eyes shut, pretending to be asleep, as Sara writhed quietly in pleasure, clearly turned on by Leah’s helplessness. While Leah was not a particularly sexual person, Sara and she had had sex the night before, wanting one last time before Leah began her experiment. Leah could feel heat beginning to build between her legs but with her arms restrained she couldn't do anything about it and of course, pretending to be a quadriplegic, she wasn't supposed to have any feeling down there anyway. Sara finished up and crept out and Leah was left in state of frustrated arousal.

   Over the next week, they fell into a schedule and Leah decided she liked being in her iron lung, pretending to be a quadriplegic and having Sara care for all of her bodily functions. Leah would awaken in the morning with a wet diaper. Sara would come in and feed her breakfast and insert Leah's suppository. Then she would manually evacuate Leah's bowels and change her diaper. Leah found she liked being incontinent and having to wear a diaper for her bladder needs. She liked how her catheter kept her bladder from filling so she no longer even felt the urge to urinate anymore. She enjoyed how having her diaper changed was a reminder of her helplessness. She was coming to love the powder fresh smell of a new diaper. Also, while she was still embarrassed by her manual bowel evacuations, she was finding it oddly nice to not have to worry about when she would need to defecate anymore. She was actually liking having Sara manage her bowel functions and and her schedule was working; she hadn't had to go in her diaper once.

   Leah would lay there until lunch. Day after day she thought less and less about breathing as she naturally synced up with her iron lung. Her involuntary movements also  continued to decrease. She was getting better at manipulating her iPad with her tongue control. After lunch it was more of the same until dinner. Then another manual bowel evacuation and diaper change. Then a movie, TV or Sara would read to her. Then Leah would fall asleep to the ever present whoosh of her iron lung. Usually Sara would come in when she thought Leah was asleep and masturbate to the sight of Leah in the iron lung and Leah would fall asleep frustrated to the ever present whoosh of the iron lung. Because she was pretending to be paralyzed and therefore pretending to be unable to feel sexual pleasure, she had decided after the second night that she wouldn’t let on that she knew about Sara's masturbation sessions. She knew Sara would feel bad and stop and she didn't want to deprive Sara her own sexual pleasure.