A young woman is desperate to become limbless and only good for sex and making babies, and finds a way to make it happen, with love and support from her husband and family.
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In Part 2, Bryana fulfills her two dreams of becoming limbless and completely helpless, and of becoming massively pregnant.
Part 2 consists of the following chapters:
Bryana, forever limbless
The surgeries took several hours, with two teams of doctors and nurses, one team working on removing each limb one at a time, and the other coming behind them and closing up each wound. Periodically, someone would come out and give Bryana’s husband and parents a status update, but they never failed to assure them that everything was going smoothly and according to plan. Finally, after what seemed like forever, Dr. Enriquez came out and told them that the surgeries were finished and the second team was finishing up stitching the last wound. Bryana’s vitals were good and at this point it looked like the procedures were a complete success. They would be moving Bryana to a recovery room shortly, at which time her family could briefly see her, but Bryana would remain heavily sedated overnight.
So when the time came, the three of them went to the recovery room to see her. Each of them immediately noticed how tiny she looked in the hospital bed without arms or legs. Cody was the one who said it out loud. She was still unconscious, of course, and so probably was unaware of their presence. But they each told her they loved her and were proud of her and to remain strong and recover quickly, and they each kissed her on the forehead and left the room.
Tomorrow, they’d wake her up, and if she was still doing well, her family could visit and talk to her. She would remain in the facility for at least several days, perhaps a week, depending on how she was doing. As long as she needed IVs she would stay, but if her pain was manageable with pills and her wounds stayed clean and were healing properly she could be discharged. She would still need probably another two weeks after that to recover before she would be strong enough to fly home. Bryana’s parents would care for her during that time in their hotel room.
The following day, the medical staff reduced Bryana’s sedatives enough to allow her to wake up. She gradually gained consciousness, and as she did so, she went from being completely disoriented and confused to clearly remembering where she was and what had happened. And once she did, her heart began to beat faster from excitement. Was the surgery successful? Was she finally limbless? She could still feel her limbs, though not very well. She tried moving them. She could feel them move a little bit, but she couldn’t feel them actually touching anything. She then began to be concerned that something had gone wrong.
An unfamiliar foreign-sounding voice then said good morning to her and asked her how she was feeling. She opened her eyes, and standing next to her bed were Dr. Enriquez and a nurse. She replied that she thought she was okay, but then asked if her limbs were still there. Dr. Enriquez shook his head and told her that the surgery was a success, her limbs were completely gone, and there was no turning back now. Bryana’s heart was now racing, and she became immediately very horny at the thought of actually being limbless. The doctor and nurse saw this on the heart monitor, and looked concerned. They thought perhaps she was having a panic attack. They urged her to be calm and asked her to tell them what she was thinking. Bryana smiled broadly and told them that she was not only thrilled but also very aroused at the good news. The doctor and nurse relaxed a bit, but told her that she needed to be calm and get her heart rate back down. Bryana tried thinking about other things and was able to do so.
A few minutes later, the nurse asked if she were up to having visitors. Bryana said yes, but that she first wanted to see Cody alone. Cody entered the room, and Bryana beamed at him. We did it!, she said to him. She told him how excited and horny she was, and that she couldn’t wait for him to pound her again. Cody also became very aroused upon hearing these words, but of course knew they would not be able to act on their desires for some weeks, if not longer. Cody leaned in for a kiss, and Bryana lifted her head up so he would kiss her on the lips rather than elsewhere on her face. She immediately thrust her tongue into Cody’s mouth, and the two shared a very long, passionate kiss. After they finished, Bryana told Cody to have her parents join them.
Cody then returned with her parents, who asked how she was feeling, both physically and emotionally. Physically, not bad, she replied. It was a bit strange being able to feel limbs that were no longer there, but she knew that was normal and expected, especially at first. She really wasn’t experiencing any pain, at least not yet, while she was still loaded up with strong painkillers. Her shoulders and leg stumps felt stiff and a bit uncomfortable if she tried to move them, so she figured she shouldn’t do that just yet. Emotionally, she was very happy. Deeply content, even. She felt at complete peace that she had made the right decision, and she was eagerly looking forward to recovering, going home, and starting her new life as Cody’s limbless wife. Cody felt himself getting hard again as she said that last part.
Dr. Enriquez then returned and updated the group on Bryana’s status. The surgery had gone without a hitch, and Bryana was recovering nicely. All there was to do now was let Bryana rest and heal. They would gradually start reducing her IV pain meds if she could tolerate it. They’d keep her on anti-inflammatory drugs to keep the swelling down, and antibiotics to minimize the chance of the incisions becoming infected. They’d change her bandages regularly and check for any signs of infection, and before she was discharged, teach Bryana’s parents how to keep the wounds clean and change the bandages.
Cody flew home the following day. Alyssa picked him up at the airport, and Cody filled her in with his observations about how Bryana was faring. Alyssa gave him the latest update she had received from her parents earlier that day. Bryana was continuing to recover well and would be discharged in another day or two if she stayed on course. The two of them first went to Alyssa’s place where she parked her car and called an Uber. They transferred Cody’s luggage and loaded up the things Alyssa wanted to have with her at Cody and Bryana’s place. Alyssa had avoided going there while Cody was away. Anyway, she had put what she could into suitcases to make it appear she was returning from Thailand with Cody. They decided to put on an act for the benefit of his neighbors, acting like the newlyweds they were supposed to be.
Cody returned to work the following day, very badly jetlagged and still concerned about Bryana. Of course, everyone wanted to hear details about his trip. Fortunately, he and Bryana had actually seen the sights in Thailand before her surgery, so he was able to give a detailed account and show them photos and videos on his phone. As he relived the honeymoon, it took his mind off of worrying about Bryana lying in a hospital bed in a third world country halfway around the world.
Bryana’s parents video called Cody whenever they were with Bryana and they know he wouldn’t be at work. Due to the 12 hour time difference, this was in the morning in Thailand and in the evening back home. It very much was a relief to be able to see for himself how Bryana was doing, and not just rely on audio calls or texts. Bryana was equally relieved to see that Cody had made it home safely, and seeing and talking to him was very therapeutic. She resolved to do everything she could to recover as quickly as possible so she could return home to him. But she was already doing very well anyway.
After a few days, she was discharged into the care of her parents, and moved into their hotel room. Now things were getting real, and uncomfortably personal, as she now needed her parents’ help to relieve herself. They either needed to carry her to the toilet and perch her on it while she took care of business, or they had to put her in a diaper. Either way, they had to then clean her up afterwards, being careful to avoid the stitches on her leg stumps. Well, her mom did, anyway. Her father excused himself from that responsibility out of respect for what little privacy and dignity she still had.
Bryana continued to recover well and avoid any complications. After a couple of weeks, she was cleared to fly home. By then, her wounds were significantly healed but not ready to have the stitches removed. That would have to be done after she returned home. Bryana’s father made the arrangements and chose what seemed to be the best option, flying first class on a Japanese airline with a layover in Tokyo, but it was still going to be minimum 20 hour trip, grueling for a patient still recovering from major surgery. The three of them got a lot of stares and other unwanted attention as they went through the various airports and on the actual flights, but they did their best to ignore it. They couldn’t just stay in their seats and try to be inconspicuous, because Bryana periodically needed to use the lavatory.
Cody and Alyssa met them at the airport. Bryana was in a wheelchair, and Cody dropped to his knees and wrapped Bryana in a bear hug, being mindful of her shoulders, of course, and it was a tearful, emotional reunion for both of them as well as the others. They went to the parents’ house, where Bryana would stay until she was recovered from the trip. Cody stayed as well, not wanting to be apart from Bryana for another minute, and Alyssa did the same. They put Bryana straight to bed, and she slept for 16 hours straight. Cody stayed with her almost the entire time, and when he wasn’t sleeping himself, he just laid next to her and lovingly watched her sleep. He never wanted to be away from her side again, except possibly to go to work.
Eventually, Bryana began to stir. Good morning, sleepyhead, Cody said, even though it was the middle of the night. Cody asked how she was feeling. Bryana said okay, she guessed, but she had to pee and was famished. Cody told her to explain what she wanted him to do. Pick me up and either put me in the wheelchair and push me to the bathroom, or else just carry me there. Then take off my panties, set me on the toilet seat, and hold me there while I do my thing. Bryana had not yet mastered balancing herself on a toilet with her short little stumps. Cody chose to carry her, wanting whatever physical contact he could get. He tried to kiss her, but she turned her head away. There’ll be time for that after I pee, she said. Once she had finished, she explained how he should wipe her, and he did so exactly as she explained, without trying to cop a feel like he wanted to do. Even though they had agreed he could do whatever he wanted to her, that was effective only after she had completely healed and had no medical restrictions. Until then, he knew he needed to understand the ground rules before making any moves that she might not appreciate. He put her panties back on, carried her back to bed, went back to wash his hands, and then joined her on the bed. Now then, what was it that you were wanting to do?, she asked him. This, he said, and leaned in for a kiss. This time she reciprocated warmly. They made out for several minutes, but then she said, This is fun and all, but I’m really hungry.
Cody took her to the kitchen and set her on a chair. He rummaged around until he found something she wanted, and fixed it for her. Now you get to feed me, she said, and he did as lovingly as he knew how. Cody had to work in the morning, but he much preferred to stay up with her than try to get more sleep. He asked her what she’d like to do next, and she replied that she wanted him to hold her, and to talk. He carried her to the sofa, sat her on his lap, and wrapped his arms around her, and asked her if she wanted to talk about anything in particular. No, she said, she just needed some quality time with him. Cody asked her if she had any regrets. Not a single one, she replied; this feels so right.
Cody then asked Bryana what still needed to happen before she would be completely recovered. Not much, she replied, other than to continue to manage the pain and swelling, get the stitches out, and just give it some more time for the wounds to finish healing. How’s the pain?, he asked. Most of the time okay, she said, but there were times when the incision sites were still tender and sore, mostly after someone accidentally bumped them or she toppled over onto her shoulder. And the swelling? Still working on that, she said, and that reminded her that she needed to have someone get her an ice bag. Cody wouldn’t know where to look. Bryana continued. Dr. Enriquez had told her that she should see her own doctor when she got home and have him or her decide when the stitches were ready to come out, but it would probably still be another week or two. She had specifically asked him when she would be able to have sex again, and he replied that her own doctor could tell her that, too, but in his opinion it would probably be several days after the stitches were removed. Regardless, she really needed to keep the sex tame for the first several weeks.
Cody asked her what she planned to tell her doctor about her limb removal. Bryana replied that she didn’t know yet, but there was no point in putting off the inevitable. Sooner or later, she was going to have to see a doctor for something, especially when she became pregnant. Cody suggested that she should just be completely truthful, because any doctor would be able to see right through any lies she could concoct about the medical necessity of almost completely removing all four limbs at once. Bryana thought about it. What if the doctor thinks I’m a danger to myself and has me committed?, she asked. Cody laughed. You, a danger? What could she possibly think you’re going to try to do, bite your own tongue off? Bryana laughed, too. It was pretty ridiculous. Cody continued. Look, he said. You didn’t injure yourself. You had a body modification done by an obviously competent surgeon. Yeah, it was extreme, but it’s really the same idea as a boob job or liposuction or getting hair plugs to cover a bald spot. Now that the modification has been done, you’re happy with the way you are, and you have no intention of doing anything else. You certainly don’t have any more limbs you could have removed. So there’s no danger. If you come across as completely rational, the doc should buy it. Bryana agreed. She would make an appointment with her doctor right away.
Cody and Bryana continued to talk until it was time for Cody to get ready for work. Bryana’s father and sister were also preparing to go to their jobs, but her mother had quit her job, and would be staying home with her. Cody planned to bring her back to their place after he got off work. He couldn’t think of a better plan than the cardboard box idea, so that’s what they did. He found a suitably sized box, put a quilt in the bottom, and put Bryana on the quilt. He put the box in the back seat of his car, leaving the top flaps open until they got close to home. Once there, he carried the box in just like anyone would do after they had bought something bulky.
When Bryana saw Alyssa again, she made a point of telling her, By the way, I have a lot of stuff I no longer have any use for – shoes, socks, pantyhose, jeans, gloves, bracelets, rings, nail polish, and so on. It’s all yours now if you want any of it. Just help yourself. It also occurred to Bryana that most of Cody’s and her bondage gear and equipment were now equally useless, but she’d leave it up to him to figure out what to do with it. Maybe her parents could put some of it to use.
Bryana’s mother came over every day Cody and Alyssa were both working to stay with Bryana. She intended to do this at least until Bryana was fully recovered, and until they all agreed that Bryana could be left alone or other arrangements for her care were made. Bryana had her mother call her doctor’s office, but Bryana did the talking. She simply told the receptionist that she had had major surgery while overseas, had just returned and was still recovering, and that she needed the doctor to call her back. A few hours later, Dr. Fleming called her, and of course had all kinds of questions such as what kind of surgery and why she had needed it. Bryana kept it vague but truthful, saying that she had had an elective, extreme body modification done, that she was doing fine but had stitches that were going to need to be removed soon. Bryana told the doctor that she would rather discuss it further in person, but that it might be best to do so privately, either in the doctor’s office after hours or at a house call if the doctor was willing. The doctor could then decide what to tell her staff about Bryana prior to her coming in during office hours.
Dr. Fleming would not ordinarily agree to see a patient either of those ways, but her curiosity got the best of her. Since Bryana didn’t actually need any medical care at this point, the doctor agreed to make a house call. Bryana wanted both Cody and her mother present, so they arranged a day and time when everyone was available. At the scheduled time, Dr. Fleming arrived and Cody answered the door. Cody asked the doctor to please keep an open mind and not rush to any judgements, and he let her in. Dr. Fleming was nevertheless shocked when she saw Bryana sitting there on the sofa with her arms and legs completely gone. She tried hard to stay professional, but her face gave her away. Bryana ignored this and cheerfully greeted her. Hi, Dr. Fleming, thanks for agreeing to meet me here, she said. You’ve already met my husband Cody, and this is my mother Giselle. Dr. Fleming was speechless. Bryana continued. I’m sure you want to know what happened. About a month ago, I went to Thailand and had elective disarticulations of both arms and amputations of both legs high on the thigh bone, very close to the hip joint. Dr. Fleming struggled to find words. Why on earth would you do such a thing?, she stammered. Do you have BIID? There’s nothing about that in your records.
(If you didn’t know, BIID is Body Integrity Identity Disorder. This is a mental illness where the person typically truly believes that one or more of their body parts, such as a limb, does not belong to them, and obsesses about having those parts removed. They sometimes resort to extreme measures to actually do so.)
Bryana replied, No I don’t have BIID. I’ve never felt that my limbs were not my own. It’s more of a sexual kink that’s evolved over the years. I got into bondage, and it progressed to where I no longer enjoyed sex without being in bondage, found it arousing to be in bondage as much as possible even apart from sex, and developed a strong desire to be in bondage permanently. But it’s not possible to do that. Having my limbs removed is essentially the same thing. While there aren’t any restraints involved, I’m just as helpless as if I were in bondage.
Dr. Fleming said, But you know this can’t be reversed, right? You will be this way for the rest of your life. You’ll be… I mean, you already are completely dependent on others for absolutely everything. Bryana responded, Yes, I’m fully aware of all of that. I didn’t do this on a whim. I’ve wanted this for quite a long time, but only recently did everything fall into place where I could make it a reality.
Dr. Fleming looked to Cody and Giselle for support. Did either of you know she was planning this? How do you feel about her having gone through with it?, she asked. Cody spoke first. I have the corresponding sexual kink, where I want my partner to be in bondage, both during sex and otherwise. That’s how we hit it off as a couple. I’ve been taking care of Bryana for quite a while when she’s been bound. When she confessed to me that she wanted to become limbless, I couldn’t believe it, because I very much wanted her to be limbless, too. So when we found out we could actually make it happen, we decided to marry and go for it. I’m completely committed to caring for Bryana for the rest of our lives.
What about you, Mom?, the doctor asked Giselle. Certainly you don’t approve of your daughter becoming completely helpless for the rest of her life? Giselle replied, Actually, I do. Her father and I are also bondage enthusiasts, and when I was young I also very much wanted to become limbless. I just never could find a way to actually do it, and then when Bryana and her twin sister were born, I knew I would never be able to. I completely understand Bryana’s desire, and I’m proud that she has been able to fulfill it and live her dream. And I’m also prepared to care for her as long as I’m able.
Dr. Fleming asked Bryana, So am I to understand that you did this because you found the idea to be sexually arousing? Bryana replied, Basically, yes, for me as well as Cody. And it still is. I’ve been non-stop horny ever since I had the surgery. I can’t wait until you clear me to start having sex again. I know it’s going to be amazing!
Cody interjected. Look, Doctor. Bryana has wanted this for years. She’s thought long and hard about it, including the permanent consequences. She figured out a way to do it safely. If you examine her, you can see that the surgeon was quite skilled, and she’s had no complications. She did it with the full support of her family, and she has people who will lovingly care for her. She is happy with her choice. What’s done is done, and neither you nor anyone else can undo it. So please stop trying to second-guess us. What she needs from you is to help her finish her recovery. Doing that doesn’t make you an accomplice to the deed. It’s just providing medical care to your established patient who needs it. So, will you help her, or do we need to find someone else?
As much as she hated to admit it, Dr. Fleming realized that Cody was right in everything he said. He had asked her to be open-minded and non-judgmental, and she had failed at both. She said to the three of them, I’m sorry. You’re completely right, Cody. It’s no excuse, but I was totally unprepared for this, and I reacted badly. Bryana, I would be pleased to continue to be your doctor and see you the rest of the way through your recovery, if you’ll still have me. Bryana replied, Of course I will, Dr. Fleming. I understand how shocking this must be. That’s why I wanted to see you privately rather than to just show up at your office this way. It’s good that we worked this out; it’ll be a lot easier coming in to see you now, and I know you’ll prepare your staff so they won’t react badly the first time they see me.
I’m glad you did ask to see me privately, and I’m also glad we worked this out, Dr. Fleming said. Now, let’s have a look at your surgeon’s handiwork, if you don’t mind. Would it be okay if your husband or mother removed your clothes and put you on top of the kitchen table so I can get a good look? Of course, Bryana replied. Cody, will you do the honors? Cody carried her to the kitchen and removed her top and shorts, leaving on her bra and panties. Dr. Fleming examined her shoulders and leg stumps, and especially the sutures. She had to admit, Cody was right, the surgeon was indeed skilled, and the wounds were healing nicely. The scars would be barely visible when they completely healed. Dr. Fleming told them exactly that, and said the stitches could come out any time now. Bryana should call her office in the morning and schedule an appointment to have that done.
Bryana’s mother Giselle took her to that appointment a few days later. The office staff and nurses greeted her pleasantly and were gracious to her. It was a little awkward when they wanted to get her current height and weight. Bryana didn’t want to sit on the scale that everyone else put their feet on, sometimes with shoes and sometimes without, and the height measuring device attached to the scale didn’t go low enough. Then they realized that their normal way of checking blood pressure and pulse was impossible with Bryana. But they were able to figure out how to resolve those issues. A nurse was actually the one to remove the stitches; Bryana hadn’t really thought about it, but such a procedure didn’t require the skill of a doctor. But when the nurse finished, she said the doctor would be in to see her momentarily.
Dr. Fleming entered the room and greeted her, inspected the scars, and said everything looked good. She wouldn’t need to come back unless she started having problems. Bryana asked her most pressing question, When could she have sex again? The doctor replied that the little holes where the stitches went in needed to heal first. That should take no more than a couple of days, and then she could begin as long as it was tame. She’d have to wait another two weeks for anything vigorous so the wounds didn’t split back open. Bryana said she’d take what she could get and thanked her.
Then Dr. Fleming had one more thing to say. I see that your birth control prescription is out of refills. I‘ll go ahead and send a new prescription to your pharmacy. Bryana told the doctor not to bother; she wouldn’t be needing them anymore. She actually hadn’t taken a birth control pill since the surgery. Dr. Fleming looked at her with a bemused expression. If you’re as sexually active as you’ve hinted you’ll be, you’ll likely become pregnant in short order, and you’re in no position to care for a baby. But knowing you, I’m sure you already have a plan for that. Bryana smiled. Yes, we have that all worked out. You see, my sister would love to have kids but is unable to become pregnant. She is going to adopt and raise any babies that I might have. Dr. Fleming smiled. Bryana did have a good head on her shoulders, even if she did something as incomprehensible as having her limbs removed. That sounds like an excellent plan, she replied. I guess I’ll see you before long to get a pregnancy test, then. Bryana beamed. She sure hoped so.
Two nights later, Bryana and Cody could finally get on with what they’d been eagerly awaiting for over a month. Bryana reminded Cody that they’d have to take it slow and easy, and told him that he should not touch her scars yet and was not to put a gag on her so that she could tell him to stop if necessary. Cody promised that they would, and he wouldn’t. They began with their usual dirty talk, but this time, they could use phrases like “pathetic helpless cripple” and it was really true, and they could talk about getting her knocked up and it really was a distinct possibility. Knowing that made the dirty talk much more of a turn-on than usual. Of course, Cody had to do all of the work fondling and caressing while Bryana laid there and just enjoyed it. She was close to an orgasm just from the dirty talk and touching and the realization that she was powerless to stop Cody from pleasuring her in whatever way he chose, not that she objected in the least, and not just now but forever.
When Cody inserted his fingers and began stimulating her, it was enough to push her over the edge and she moaned in pleasure. But what Bryana really wanted was for him to fill her with his baby batter, and she told him as much. She imagined her body eagerly slurping it up and sending it on its way to her awaiting eggs. Cody entered her and thrusted firmly but gently, and Bryana indicated her approval with her moans. It felt to both of them that he was able to go in much deeper without Bryana having any legs to get in the way. Cody was much more horny than usual, and it didn’t take long before he was no longer able to keep from exploding in her. Bryana felt him do so, and she howled in ecstasy as she rode the longest and most mind-blowing orgasm she had ever experienced. Limbless sex was everything she had hoped it would be.
Alyssa was home at the time and heard it all, especially with Bryana being ungagged. She was happy that even if she couldn’t enjoy sex anymore, at least Bryana could, and seemed to be more than making up for it. She smiled to herself when Bryana started howling. That might just be my son or daughter being conceived, she thought. She wasn’t wrong.
Bryana, pregnant times three
It didn’t take long for Bryana to feel like she might be pregnant. Her boobs felt heavier and her nipples more sensitive. She felt bloated and at times just a bit queasy. Then her period was late. She asked Alyssa to buy her a home pregnancy test, and had Cody administer it. The test said that she was unquestionably pregnant. All three of them were very excited to have their suspicions confirmed. Bryana then called Dr. Fleming’s office and made an appointment for a professional pregnancy test. Again, Giselle drove her to the appointment.
The nurse administered the test and told her the doctor would review the results with her. After a short wait, Dr. Fleming entered the examination room. Hello again, Bryana, she said. You sure didn’t waste any time getting pregnant, did you? Bryana asked, So it’s official then? I’m really pregnant? Yes, you’re really pregnant, Bryana, the doctor replied. Congratulations! Bryana grinned from ear to ear. Thank you!, she replied. So what happens now? Dr. Fleming responded. Well, I need to refer you to an OB/GYN. That doctor will handle everything from here on out related to your pregnancy and delivery. I’m sure he or she will want you to come in for an initial examination and to establish some baseline numbers. You’ll still come to me for any medical concerns not related to your pregnancy.
Bryana frowned. I guess I’ll have to start all over explaining my amputations to this new doctor, she said. Dr. Fleming replied, No you won’t. I’ll bring the OB doctor up to speed and pave the way for you, so any questions about what happened should be minimal. I have someone in mind who I know to be open minded about unusual patients. For example, this doctor has delivered babies for transgender people who transitioned from female to male and then became pregnant. But he’s male. Does it matter to you whether you see a male or female obstetrician? Bryana replied, I appreciate you suggesting him, but I really think I need a female doctor. I’m completely unable to defend myself should a male doctor try anything inappropriate, and I would certainly be a tempting target. I understand, said Dr. Fleming. Let me make a few calls, then, and I’ll set you up with a female OB whom I’ve briefed on your situation and feel comfortable with. That doctor’s office will contact you to arrange an appointment. Okay, thanks a lot, Dr. Fleming, said Bryana.
When Cody came home, Bryana shared the news. It’s official, she said. You’re going to be a daddy! And until that day, you’ll have your very own limbless preggo to bang to your heart’s content. I hope you’ll do it a lot, because this limbless preggo sure likes being banged! Cody got an instant hard-on. Well, then, there’s no time to waste, is there?, he replied with a smile and a twinkle in his eye. We’d better get started right away! And he picked her up and carried her to their bed as they passionately kissed.
A few days later, Bryana got a call from a Dr. Hopkins’ office about setting up an appointment for an initial obstetrics exam. Bryana asked, Dr. Hopkins is female, right? Yes, the person on the phone replied. Her first name is Hannah. And she’s been briefed on my unique situation? If you’re referring to your amputations, then yes. And she briefed me before having me call you. Bryana asked, Do you think that’s going to be an issue for anyone there? No, said the caller. We’ve had all kinds of unusual patients and situations before. All we care about is the health of the baby and the mother. We don’t pass judgement on anyone’s lifestyle if it doesn’t affect either of those. Bryana was still a bit nervous, but couldn’t come up with a reason not to proceed. Okay, she said, when can you see me?
As Bryana’s body was genetically optimal for procreation, the typical negative symptoms of pregnancy like nausea and sore breasts were quite mild or non-existent for her. As the weeks and months went on, her baby bump began showing rather early and became quite a bit larger than normal. Also, her already ample breasts grew significantly, and her already high sex drive became even higher still. Cody was more and more turned on by her growing body and was happy to accommodate her as much as he could. Even when his tank was empty, he was always more than willing to pleasure her in other ways. Bryana’s orgasms just kept getting better and better. Their sex life had become everything they had both hoped for.
What Bryana had completely failed to anticipate was needing to pee frequently. She was ideally built for being pregnant, but not for being both pregnant and limbless. For an able-bodied pregnant woman, having to pee all the time is just an inconvenience. For Bryana, it was becoming a real problem. As she grew heavier and more awkwardly shaped, it was becoming increasingly difficult for her mother, especially, to lift her and less safe for both of them, but she needed to be taken to the toilet more and more frequently. Medical supply stores and websites became their best friends, as they discovered there were all kinds of lift devices that could be used to transfer a disabled person from a bed or chair to a wheelchair and from a wheelchair to a toilet. Brad purchased several of the portable ones to use immediately, but also worked with the architect for their new house to have several such devices permanently installed in strategic locations. It also occurred to him that they also really needed a van with a wheelchair lift so Bryana didn’t have to be manually lifted in and out of cars, and he began looking into obtaining one. They were certainly fortunate that money was not an issue for them.
Everyone thought Bryana might be carrying multiple babies because of her large bump. Her family also considered that maybe it only just looked bigger than it actually was because of her not having arms and legs. But Dr. Hopkins took measurements and determined that it was in fact much larger than normal for a single baby, and she was able to hear multiple heartbeats in Bryana’s womb. Bryana was far enough along to get an ultrasound to know for sure. Cody and Alyssa both took off work so they could be there to find out with her. Dr. Hopkins looked at the monitor and said, I count one, two, three healthy babies in there. Congratulations, everyone, you’re having triplets! It looks like two boys and a girl. Bryana and Cody beamed at each other. This was great news in light of their mutual kinks. Cody said to Bryana, Well aren’t you a Fertile Myrtle, sending all those eggs down for me to find? She replied, And aren’t you quite the stud, having your way with each one of them? You’re going to be freakin’ huge!, Cody remarked. I know!, Bryana said, glowing and very pleased with herself.
Alyssa, however, was completely overwhelmed. She was going to be the one primarily responsible for caring for three infants at once, which was a whole lot more than she had signed up for. Bryana and Cody saw the shocked expression on her face, and knew they needed to reel in their excitement and reassure Alyssa. It’ll be okay, Alyssa, Cody said to her. You’ll have lots of help. Your mother will be with us 24/7 if need be. I’ll get paternity leave, and I can probably take a leave of absence if necessary. We can always hire someone to help. And you’re going to be a great mom to these three, I know it. Bryana chimed in, And I know it, too. You’ve always wanted a houseful of children, and now your dream is coming true, too. I know I can’t do much, but I’ll also help you with them in any way I can. With these big milk jugs I have, I’ll certainly make sure they’re well-fed. Alyssa smiled. They were right. It wasn’t going to fall completely on her, and it was what she had always deeply wanted.
Bryana and Cody were both extremely aroused the rest of the day as they both kept thinking about her carrying three babies in her womb and hopefully soon having an enormous, full-term triplet belly. As soon as Cody got home from work and Giselle departed, he scooped up Bryana and carried her to bed, stripped her clothes off and boned her but good. Bryana needed no foreplay because she had already been desperately horny for hours. She loved it when he took her like that, and she howled in ecstasy as they simultaneously climaxed.
Over the next several months, the babies continued to grow and develop, Bryana’s belly and boobs became huge, and she and Cody humped every chance they got. They got their new van with the wheelchair lift, and the new house construction was coming along nicely. They were going to be cutting it close whether it would be finished in time for the babies to come home to. Alyssa knew with three babies to care for she definitely needed to quit her job, and she gave her employer plenty of notice of her departure. Cody put in for his upcoming paternity leave. Giselle was thrilled about becoming a grandmother and had committed to help as much as they needed her, even if that meant being there 24/7. The tentative plan was to let Alyssa and Cody see if they could manage on their own for as long as he was on paternity leave, with visits from Giselle graciously welcomed, and then evaluate how much of Giselle’s time they would need once he returned to work. They bought, borrowed, or accepted as gifts three of everything they could imagine they’d need for the first few months at least – cribs, baby seats, you name it. Pretty much it was now just a matter of waiting for the babies to decide they were ready.
Most births of multiples come well before their due date, or are even premature, and the babies are underweight. But most multiples don’t have Bryana as their birth mother. Bryana was built for this. Dr. Hopkins saw no reason to have to put her on bed rest. Her babies were all about nine pounds in weight and her due date was fast approaching, and they were showing no signs of vacating their home of nearly nine months. Dr. Hopkins discussed with her the possibility of inducing labor, which gave them the ability to schedule it when it was convenient, and also delivering by C-section, which would be much less exhausting to Bryana and the babies than pushing them out one at a time. But Super Mom, as Dr. Hopkins had started calling her, wanted to give birth as naturally as possible. Also, the longer they put off the delivery, the more likely they’d already be in the new house.
But building contractors and babies both operate on their own schedules, and Bryana started having regular contractions a week after her due date and a week before the scheduled move date, during the day when her mother was with her and Cody and Alyssa were both at work. Giselle called both of them and gave them a heads up, and they both left work and came right home. When the contractions were sufficiently close together, they called Dr. Hopkins, who told them it was time to go to the hospital. The doctor had given the okay for both Cody and Alyssa to accompany Bryana in the delivery room, so the three of them got in the van and drove to the hospital. There was nothing more for Giselle to do, so she went back to her own home and waited for status updates. Dr. Hopkins figured there was no rush for her to get to the hospital, as this was Bryana’s first pregnancy and those usually result in a lengthy labor.
At the hospital, the staff examined Bryana and saw that she was far more dilated than they would have thought. The contractions were getting closer together much quicker than normal, too. They called Dr. Hopkins and informed her of this, and she realized this delivery was going to happen sooner rather than later, and headed for the hospital herself. After three hours of labor, a 9 lb. 7 oz. boy was born, followed a half hour later by a 9 lb. 4 oz. girl, followed another half hour later by a 9 lb. 5 oz. boy, which adds up to 28 pounds. Bryana did not have to push very hard and she had minimal pain. She was specially built just for this. Three healthy, full-term babies were born completely naturally with only four hours of labor from start to finish.