The Fortune Cookie

By Abbacor

“I can’t believe this has happened to me. Not really. It still feels like a dream. What am I talking about you ask? Well, I’m lying here in a Full Body Cast made out of black fiberglass that goes from the top of my head to my toes leaving only the tips of my toes and fingers, my face, and my groin exposed. And there is no pain. That’s because not a single bone in my body is broken. Not one. Now you’re probably wondering how I managed to get myself in this predicament, right? Let me start by saying that I am not unhappy about my current situation, in fact I’m in paradise. I still have a hard time believing it’s really happening even after everything that has happened.

            “So how did I get here you say? Hmm, where should I start? The very beginning? No, that would take too long. Somewhere in the middle, when this little adventure began to go wrong, and yet so right. And there is no doubt in my mind where the beginning of this story should be ...”

Three weeks ago ...

            I was walking down the street, well really I was crutching since I had my left leg in a full leg cast. Why was my leg in a cast when I have said that not one bone was broken? I put it on myself. That’s right; I put my leg in a black fiber long leg cast for no better reason than I wanted to.

It was a Saturday afternoon and I had just started a 6-week vacation on which I was going to be going to Colorado to an expensive resort for people who could afford it to recuperate at. I had been planning this trip for 2 years and had been in my leg cast for nearly two weeks at that point. As I went down the street I came to an intersection that was under construction. At the corner there stood an old lady of apparently oriental lineage with a white cane. As I came up to the corner next to her she called out to me, “Excuse me, could you help me cross the street here? The construction has made it difficult for me to cross safely in the time allowed by myself.” I chuckled softly and said, “I don’t know how much help I can be to you. I’m on crutches with my leg in a cast.” She turned towards me and replied, “That’s quite alright with me. In fact that’s even better as you have to avoid the same obstacles as I do and will not lead me into a hole or a ridge even by mistake. I’ll just walk behind you and hold your shoulder and you can go a little slower than normal.” I thought about it for about three seconds. “Sounds like a plan to me. The light’s about to change so get ready.” We got the walk signal and crossed with only one horn being blown at us at the other side.

“Thank you young man. That was very kind of you. I would like to give you a little something in return for your kindness.” She then reached into her bag and pulled out a fortune cookie of all things and handed it to me. “Hold this in your hand for one minute and make a wish. It has to be a wish from your heart or it won’t work.” I stood there for a moment thinking of what I would wish for. The old woman cackled and said, “Be careful what you wish for!” as I stood there and made my wish. “Now open the cookie and tell me what it says.” I read what was on the slip of paper that came out of the cookie ‘Your wish will come true’. She patted me on the hand and gave me a kind smile then turned and disappeared into the crowd of pedestrians on this side, leaving me quietly munching on the cookie with a bemused grin on my face and thinking that wishes never came true just because you wished on a cookie. The rest of the weekend went on completely uneventfully and on Monday I called a taxi to take me to the airport for my trip to Colorado.

I arrived at the airport and the baggage handler got my bags into the check-in line for me so I could get my tickets. My bags got checked in and a skycap was called to bring a wheelchair to get me to the gate for my flight. I must say that the wheelchair made it much easier getting through security and gave my arms a rest. When my flight was ready for boarding I was the first on the plane. At the door to the plane I was helped into a second wheelchair specially designed for loading handicapped people onto airplanes. The stewardess looked at my ticket, looked at me, and winked, saying “This flight is under booked. Let’s see if we can’t get you a better seat.” So I got to ride First Class for the first time in my life. That was nice, and the stewardess was cute too. Upon arriving in Colorado a Cadillac Town Car was waiting to pick me up and take me to the resort. My stay in luxury had just begun.

At this point I should explain a little about the resort I had decided to stay at. As I have previously stated this resort was an expensive place to stay and it took me two years to save up enough money for it. The reason it was so expensive was that it catered to people with temporary and permanent disabilities. No method of ensuring the comfort of the guests was missed. Even personal assistants were available, all a part of the cost of staying there. The entire staff is trained to handle the special needs of any guest that stays there. No matter what the disability, there was someone on the staff trained in the proper methods of care giving for that individual. The building was also well designed with the handicapped in mind. Stairs did not exist anywhere in the place. All doors were extra wide and the main entrance doors were automatic. Rooms were designed with counters and cabinets positioned for ease of access and had enough space to keep anyone from feeling cramped. Even the cooking staff was specially trained to handle any special dietary needs of the guests. It was the perfect place for the infirm and disabled to have a vacation in comfort and eliminated practically all of the obstacles one would find at most regular vacation resorts around the world.

I arrived in the Town Car they had sent for me and got checked in. A wheelchair and personal assistant were offered to me for the duration of my stay but I gracefully declined both. I got up to my room and settled in. It was already mid afternoon so I decided to spend the rest of the day enjoying the resort. I was definitely one of the least handicapped people staying here and I saw a few guests with personal assistants helping them get around and do things there at the resort. The staff was very accommodating to my few needs and I went to bed that night glad I had chosen to stay there.

That night I was awakened and at first I wasn’t sure what had woke me. I looked at the clock and saw it was just after midnight. Then I noticed what it was that had caused me to awaken. Something was tickling my right leg along the entire length of it. I threw back the covers and what I saw was hard to believe; yet there it was right in front of me. A cast was forming on my right leg! The end of the casting tape on my left leg had come loose and was in the process of growing in length and encircling my right leg. I could see that some stockingette and a layer of cast padding were already in place and were quickly being covered in black fiberglass. The sight entranced me; it was as if I was there but not there. I could only sit there and watch it happen. In what seemed like only a couple minutes, but what turned out to be around fifteen, the bandage split in between my two legs and the two ends neatly laid them selves down. The one on my left leg laid down right back where I had put it and the other in about the same place on my right leg. Then, the now fully formed cast on the right heated up just like a setting cast made of fiberglass should. That sensation was like a spell being broken and I remembered that I could move. I tried to bend my right knee or flex my right ankle, but it was too late. The cast was already cooling and had hardened. I couldn’t move my knee or my ankle. I now had both legs in black fiber long leg casts right up to just below my crotch. I wiggled my toes on both feet just to confirm that they were still mine and still worked.

Looking at the two casts I noticed the right cast was a perfect mirror image of the left one. I had formed the cast on my left leg with the knee bent at about a sixty-five degree angle. The foot was turned in with the toes pointed as far as they would go. Standing up straight on my crutches my left foot was not able to reach the floor. Now, my right leg was immobilized in the same manner. There was no way I was going to be able to walk. And how was I going to explain this to the people here at the resort? I decided to get out of bed and cut off the new cast. I had packed a Fein Sander in my check-in luggage as an emergency tool in case I needed to get the cast off right away. As much as I hated the idea, it was the only thing I could do and still keep the cover story I had. I slid my legs over the end of the bed and carefully dropped down onto the floor. I then dragged myself over to the stand my suitcase was on and reached into it for the Fein Sander that was there so I could cut off the cast. The Fein wasn’t there. I pulled the suitcase off the stand and looked into the space the sander was supposed to be. No sander. Then I saw a slip of paper that looked suspiciously like one from a fortune cookie. I pulled it out and read the one short sentence on it. ‘No cast removal allowed’. Great. Now what? I crawled over into the bathroom to see if there was anything I could use in there. Nothing, I was batting zero. And I was getting tired of crawling around.

Since there was nothing I could do about it at the time, I paid more attention to my legs as I dragged them behind me on my way back to bed. It was definitely an interesting sight to see both my legs dragging along behind me, immobilized in casts and completely useless. And to not feel the carpet going by under my legs while having the continuous sensation of the casts around them was a new experience too. It was one which I enjoyed, but not as fully as I should have due to my worrying about the new cast. I managed to get up on the bed on my stomach and then swung my legs up onto the bed with me. I got comfortable using the extra pillows and laid back to rest after so much exertion. The last thing I remember about that night was suddenly feeling very tired and the clock was showing one A.M. 

I was awakened the next morning to the sound of someone knocking on the bedroom door. About the time I tried to get out of bed I was forced to remember the events of the night before by the cast on my right leg lying there next to the left leg, both casts exposed to anyone who might walk in. Then the door opened and in walked a woman pushing a wheelchair. “Good morning. I hope you don’t mind my coming in like this. I’m Sara and I’ll be your personal assistant for the rest of your stay at the resort. I was told to let you know that your entire stay here will be on the house after what happened last night.” By the time she had finished talking she had walked over next to the bed and positioned the wheelchair. “Our first order of business is to get you decently dressed since we will be moving you to a room better suited for a wheelchair.” I just quietly picked out some clothes from my suitcase when she brought it over to me. ‘What the hell is going on?’ I wondered to myself. I couldn’t ask Sara, as that would give me away. While I got my shirt on Sara packed the few things I had unpacked last night. Then she came over to help me with the shorts I had chosen. “I can’t believe that one of our own employee’s actually ran you down in our own parking lot breaking your right leg and re-injuring your left leg,” said Sara. “It’s a good thing we have a fully licensed medical staff and basic trauma facility here. All we had to do was treat you here and then contact your physician back home to let him know what had happened and that our insurance would fully cover you.” She then helped me into the wheelchair and pushed me out of the room while someone else came in to collect my things. So, I had a cover story already. But where did it come from? And how extensive was it?

Sara got me to the new room and my luggage wasn’t far behind. She then asked if I wanted help with a shower. She must have seen the expression on my face because she said she would only do what I asked and nothing more. I thought about it for a minute and realized she had been trained for this kind of job otherwise she wouldn’t be here. “Thanks, I’m still a little shook up after last night and would appreciate some assistance.” She helped me to undress, get the cast covers on, get into and out of the shower, and remove the cast covers. There was already a seat in the shower for me to use and I had no real trouble washing my hair and upper body. Sara then helped me to get dressed and took me down for a meeting with the resort management. After an hour of talking with their head of staff and lawyer I had signed papers saying that I would not sue them in return for 100% financial coverage of the treatment of my injuries and a large five digit settlement on top of that. They had shown me x-rays’ they claimed were of my own legs that showed definite broken bones and had made the initial offer that I had then subsequently signed. Well, now I knew how extensive my new cover story was. But where had it come from?

The rest of that day and the next three days were ones of great enjoyment as I figured out just how handicapped I was having both legs in casts. There was no way I could walk due to the way my legs were immobilized, so I had to use a wheelchair for the duration of my stay now. Sara was there when ever I needed her and helped me out in any number of little ways. Until I got used to it I needed help just getting in and out of the wheelchair. Getting on and off the toilet was an experience and the first time I tried it by myself I almost put my face IN the commode! Once I figured out what I couldn't do and how to do what I could it was a very enjoyable three days. Sara and I went out to the movies, dined at two very nice restaurants, and she even took me horseback riding at the resort. They had specially designed saddles for someone with limited to no use of their legs that had special built-in leg rests to safely hold my immobilized legs. Getting up and down from the horse was accomplished with a ramp and the help of two very large and strong men whom I would not want to meet in a dark alley if either one was upset with me. I got plenty of stares and even a few people coming up and asking questions when Sara and I went out around town.

The three days had passed quite enjoyably and I went to bed happy. But I once again woke up at midnight to an odd sensation. This time it was on my right arm. The night had been cool so I had pulled the covers up to my chin. I threw them back with my left hand and was greeted with a repeat performance of four nights ago. My right arm was covered from armpit to knuckles by stockingette and padding, and a line of black fiberglass extended from my left leg to my right arm. I just lay there and watched as my right arm and thumb were encased in fiberglass, once again mystified to the point of inaction. As the cast heated up and set I was released from the spell only to find that I had almost totally lost the use of my arm. The only thing I could move was my shoulder and four fingers. My elbow, wrist and thumb were snugly held immobile in the confines of the cast. My palm was turned facedown and my wrist was bent downwards at nearly a ninety degree angle. The thumb was pointed almost straight out to the side with the cast extending out to the tip so that if I were to try and close my fingers around an object there would be nothing blocking it from the opposite side, and with my wrist bent as it was I could not close my fingers more that half way leaving my hand practically useless. Now what was I going to do? Would I have to come up with a new cover story or would this be explained for me too? I spent the next half-hour exploring my new level of helplessness. First I got into my wheelchair. That wasn't too bad as Sara had shown me a trick for that and I just made an adjustment for the loss of the use of my arm. I then tried to get myself into the bathroom and on the toilet, as I had to relieve my bladder. That was a lot harder. It took close to twenty minutes since I could barely use my right arm, but I finally got to the toilet. Getting out of the wheelchair and on the commode almost defeated me, but I figured it out and was able to do my business. When I got back to bed I once again fell asleep rather quickly. It was one AM.

I woke up in the morning to the sound of my alarm ringing and had a moment's difficulty trying to shut it off since it was on the right side of the bed and I automatically tried to reach over with my right arm. A few minutes later a knock came from the door and Sara walked in. Here it was, the moment of truth, what would happen? And with the first words from Sara I found out, "How are the legs and arm this morning?" With a little careful leading of the conversation I quickly figured out that the arm cast had been added to the accident that had explained my right leg cast. I even went so far as to get Sara to show me the x-rays of the injuries, both legs and now the arm. Yet I knew that not one bone was broken because there was no pain. None what so ever. Sara helped me with my morning constitutional and getting me into the shower as she had been doing the past four days, she just had to help me out a bit more than before. It was a little disconcerting having her get ready to help me move before I realized I was going to need the assistance. It was as if she had done it before and knew what would have to be done. Which if she believed the arm cast was applied at the same time as the leg cast, then that made sense. To her, she had been doing this for four days. At least I am left-handed so I managed to wash my hair and body myself. It was a little easier since there was a little less to be washed, but more difficult at the same time as I could not use my right arm now. Sara took me down to breakfast and I had a little trouble eating as I kept trying to use my right hand the way I normally would without the cast. Sara never once got suspicious. She just reached over and helped out whenever I asked, which was very little, as I tried to be as independent as possible. For the rest of the day and the next three I once again learned my new limitations. Sara and I went out a little less than before, as I now became tired quicker. Several things I had been able to do for my self I let Sara help me with now. I could still do them; it just took me twice as long without help. And there were a few things I could no longer do at all, like push myself around in the wheelchair more than a few feet without getting tired.

The evening of the fourth day since the addition of my arm cast I had some time to myself and was thinking about what had been happening. I could see a pattern developing. When Sara helped me to bed that night I set my alarm for eleven-fifty PM. When the alarm woke me I took a few minutes to wake up and then pulled the covers off and waited to see if my suspicions would be confirmed. Right at midnight the stockingette from my left leg cast pulled free from around my toes and grew until it was about the length of my arm, the end of it reaching towards my left hand. At this point I knew what was coming and had already determined to not disturb the process. The stockingette separated itself from the leg cast down next to my toes and the end of it tucked back into the cast. The closer end began working over my hand and quickly had itself in place over my left arm, including a hole for my thumb. Next the end of the cast padding came out from under the top of my leg cast and grew in length as it began encircling my left arm. The cast padding also covered my thumb. Now the end of the casting tape rose from my left leg and began the now familiar process of encasing my left arm and thumb. I had left my arm with the elbow and wrist straight up to this point. As the cast formed, my arm was pulled up into a classic ninety-degree bend at the elbow and my wrist was turned and bent down the same way my right hand was positioned. This time I was not an outside observer; I was in control of myself. I just went along for the ride. Finally, the casting tape split and the ends lay down. The now fully formed long arm cast with thumb spica heated up and was soon as hard as the three other casts I was wearing. Now I was truly helpless. I had both legs in casts from the toes to the crotch, and both arms in casts from the armpits to the knuckles including the thumbs. I tested the strength of my new arm cast. No movement. I then began to try to move all four limbs with no better results. It was great. Here I was with all four limbs confined in casts; it was part of a dream come true. And my theory had been proven true; every four days I was being given a new cast thanks to the wish I’d made on that fortune cookie I’d been given. I lay there for a while and savored the experience. About one AM I once again became very tired and fell fast asleep.

I awoke in the morning to my alarm going off. I tried to shut it off and was pleasantly reminded of last night's events. Unfortunately this meant that I had to lie there and listen to it buzzing as I couldn't reach it. I lay back and once again enjoyed the sensation of having all four limbs in casts. It was a couple minutes later though that I was forced to think about some of the drawbacks of my new situation. I had to relieve myself. And there was no way for me to get into my wheelchair let alone the bathroom. Thankfully Sara knocked and came in a few minutes later. She said good morning and came over and turned off the alarm. Then she asked if I needed to relieve myself. I said yes, and she went into the bathroom and came back with a bedpan. I won't go into detail, but suffice it to say it was a bit embarrassing and frustrating to be unable to even wipe. That completed, she helped me into my wheelchair and into the bathroom for a shower. Sara got me into the tub and very professionally washed my hair and body. She then got me dressed and we went down for breakfast. Sara fed me since I couldn't feed myself without making a mess. We then went to the resort library, which was setup more like a reading room you would expect to find in some mansion than a public library. We sat and talked about several different subjects and in the course of talking I managed to find out that my new cast had been added to the accident supposedly caused by the resort employee. I was also pleasantly surprised to find out that the five-digit settlement had grown to six digits.  Sara and I went out only a couple of times during the next four days, once to dinner and once to a movie. The waiter at the restaurant was a bit flustered when he saw me but otherwise recovered quickly and served us quite well. Several people at the restaurant couldn't keep their eyes off of me, especially when Sara fed me. It was quite amusing to see them quickly drop their eyes or turn their head when I looked their way. One young girl who was dinning with her mother came over and asked several questions I was happy to answer when her mom went to the ladies room. Otherwise the next four days were spent at the resort enjoying the amenities and services that my enforced immobilization allowed.

It took me almost twenty minutes to set the bedside alarm for eleven-fifty on the fourth night. But I managed it and awoke ready to find out what would be immobilized next. I got the covers off and propped myself up a little on the pillows just in time. At the stroke of midnight my underwear disappeared. One second it was there, and the next it was just gone. Then the stockingette at the top of my left leg cast extended and began to grow up my leg and hip. When it reached my torso it just split at my groin and continued to extend up my body. It went around my waist and rejoined itself and then extended all the way up to the middle of my chest at the level of my nipples. Next, the cast padding began to extend up my leg. It, too, went around my torso until it stopped just two inches below the edge of the stockingette at my chest. Finally, the casting tape began to grow and encircle the rest of my leg and hip. It extended right up into my crotch and then looped around my waist a little bit above my right hip. As it encased my torso I was forced to lie back on the bed and the pillows just seemed to shift or disappear allowing me to lie down flat on my back. The end of the stockingette folded itself over and was secured under a layer of fiberglass as the casting tape finished extending upwards. At last the new portion of the cast heated up and became rigid. I took stock of my new situation. I was still in four separate casts. My left leg was now completely immobilized in a cast that went from the toes all the way up to about half way between my waist and armpits. As I lay on my back I could look down and see that my hip was held in about a thirty degree angle which had my knee sticking up in the air and allowed my left foot to rest on the mattress. My right leg was in a cast from the toes to the groin. And both arms were in casts from the armpits to the knuckles including the thumbs. Four days ago I had thought myself helpless in four casts, but Sara had shown me a few tricks that allowed me to do a few simple things for myself like getting in and out of my wheelchair. But to do that required the use of both hips and being able to sit up. Now there was no way I would be able to even sit in my wheelchair in the new cast. In fact just rolling over on my side was now going to be extremely difficult if not impossible. I was now confined to a bed without a special wheelchair that could accommodate my newly enforced position. I lay there enjoying the increased size of the cast, but I wondered what would happen in the morning. I fell asleep at one AM with the thought that everything had been explained so far, and this should work itself out as well.

I awoke the next morning when Sara came in accompanied by a second person. She was pushing a wheelchair that had a reclined back to it. "Good morning," she said. "After last night I won't ask how you are doing. I can't believe that man didn't see you. How could he not? Knocking you down that flight of stairs and breaking your hip. It's just criminal. And you didn't even get to see the movie first. I feel so bad that I couldn't catch you in time." So, now I had yet another accident giving me a broken hip. Sara had the second person, who was introduced as Mary, help her give me a sponge bath since there was no easy way to get me in and out of the shower anymore. Sara then pulled a pair of large, thick cotton boxers up my legs and over my crotch and helped me into a t-shirt. Sara and Mary then got me into the new wheelchair and placed a light blanket on my lap for added privacy. Sara took me out to the video room and Mary took the old wheelchair away.

Over the next four days I learned just how helpless I was. No longer was I able to get myself anywhere with out help. I couldn't move the wheelchair on my own, Sara had to push it. Not like I could go far before with both arms confined in casts, but I had figured out a method for moving very short distances at least. Unfortunately that required rotation and flexibility of the torso and hips, which I had now lost a good portion of. Getting in and out of the wheelchair and bed required Sara and Mary, and I was now down to a sponge bath in bed for my daily hygiene, not to mention having to use a fracture pan to relieve myself in. Feeding was done entirely by Sara. All I could do was sit there and go along for the ride, literally as well as figuratively. And then two nights after the addition of the hip-spica I got a surprise, and a lesson. I had been in bed for about a half-hour when Mary came into my room. She came over to my bedside and basically offered herself to me. I accepted and we had a good time, but I realized that if she had wanted to take me without my consent there would have been nothing I could have done to stop her. At one point in our illicit night Mary showed me just how helpless I was. She took my arms and simply leaned forwards on them, holding them pinned to the bed with just her weight, while she had her way with me. And there was nothing I could do. I think back on that and I’m glad that it was mutual that night, because otherwise it might have been terrifying.

The next two days after Mary’s visit finished up pleasantly enough and finally the fourth night was once again upon me. It was ten minutes before midnight and I was awaiting the stroke of twelve as I had a plan I wanted to try. As I mentioned before, I had figured out that this had to be tied to the wish I made on that cookie the old lady had given me and since it was my wish I was going to see if I could influence what was going to happen that night. All I planned on doing was having the only thought in my mind to be what I wanted to be next come the stroke of midnight. But at eleven-fifty PM all those thoughts were driven out of my head. The door to my room opened up and in walked Mary. She wanted a repeat of two nights ago. I tried to put her off or get her to leave saying that I did not feel up to that tonight. But she was not to be put off. She was going to have fun with me whether I was willing or not. She quickly stripped and climbed on top of me. I tried to resist but she simply pinned my arms down again and just as she started to have her fun the clock struck midnight.

It was not the same feeling as I had gotten the previous times. This time I felt like I was dragged out of my body and suddenly I had a birds-eye view of what was happening. There was Mary, on top and doing her thing. But I could see what she could not yet see, and what she failed to notice was the beginning of her doom. As she played I watched from above and saw the stockinette pull out from the ends of both my leg casts at the toes and draw themselves up Mary’s legs to her hips. Then cast padding began to wind its way up both legs until she had the under portion of two full leg casts awaiting the application of the hard, fiberglass, outer shell. And the fiberglass cast bandages on my legs began to encircle and enclose Mary’s legs without a second’s hesitation. How she failed to notice all this happening I will never know. But she finally did notice about the point where the fiberglass began to cover her knees. I don’t know if it was Mary herself or some force that suddenly flipped her off of me, but she wound up sitting beside me staring as her legs were quickly covered in black cast bandages right up to the top of her legs. I was still floating in the air looking down at her and I watched as her face changed from shock to horror as she watched the now loose ends of the bandages lay down on HER casts and finish the process. Or so I thought. 

I could see her try to struggle against the new casts briefly and she actually managed to get her knees to almost a ninety-degree angle with her toes pointed down at about a one-hundred-fifty-degree angle before the casts finished hardening. She then proceeded to pound against her now immobilized legs for a moment in obvious frustration. And then she almost jumped off the bed. I didn’t see what could make her jump like that at first, but her hand went straight for her crotch. A moment later I could see a tube protruding from between her legs and realized that a catheter had somehow been inserted up her urethra and into her bladder and was connected to a bedside drainage bag that had not been there a moment ago. Mary tried to pull it out, but I could see that it was a Foley style catheter and figured the balloon was inflated inside her as it did not appear to be coming out. And then she REALLY jumped and spun onto her side while her other hand flashed to her backside. I could see immediately what had caused that reaction. She now had a Bardex style rectal catheter protruding from her anus. Mary was now desperately attempting to remove both catheters and did not notice what was happening next. But it only took a moment before she realized that her leg casts had begun to expand. They had already worked up her hips and were even now reaching around her buttocks and abdomen to join with each other and form one cast that would completely immobilize her legs. At the same time her legs were being forced apart by a fiberglass-covered rod that was attached to both legs about 3 inches below the knees. The abduction bar stopped expanding about the same time the torso portion of the now double-hip spica cast reached to just under Mary’s breasts leaving her legs spread apart about twenty-four inches at the knees. 

The awkward position of Mary’s legs, one hanging up in the air like that, left her poorly balanced and she rolled over onto her back with a grunt of discomfort as the rectal catheter was pushed further up inside from her landing on it. At which time the cast must have hardened as all noticeable movement from Mary’s breasts down suddenly ceased. Now, all that could be seen of Mary was her toes, her crotch and a small portion of her anus, and her upper body. Mary was ineffectively beating on the cast with one hand while still trying to remove the urethral catheter with the other. When the upper end of the cast began to grow and continue to cover her upper body that all quickly stopped and she attempted to grab the edge of the cast and stop it. It was a hopeless attempt. I thought that Mary had finally given up her silence when I saw her mouth open wide. I was expecting to hear her scream for help except what emerged from her mouth was not a sound, but an object. A blue, corrugated, plastic tube emerged from out of her throat. Mary’s shock was apparent as her eyes attempted to get as big as saucers, her voice now effectively stopped by the tube running down her trachea. The tube quickly grew and connected itself to a respirator standing beside the bed that was not there before and the hum and whoosh of a pump indicated a machine was now regulating Mary’s breathing. 

The cast now covered Mary to her shoulders, and it was still growing. She reached up to attempt to pull the breathing tube out, but the ever-growing cast was quickly hampering her movements. It had finished covering her shoulders and was now starting down both arms. Even as Mary tried to remove the endotracheal tube her elbows were forced down against the bed and her hands were pulled so that they were pointing at the ceiling. The cast stopped at her knuckles leaving all ten fingers free to wiggle, but her arms were now locked in place and going nowhere. And the cast wasn’t finished expanding. Once Mary was helplessly confined from the neck down, it started moving up her neck and around her head. It finally stopped after she had a shelf under her chin that pressed her mouth closed as far as it could go with the breathing tube in place and she had a thick, six-inch tall, band running around her forehead that connected to a shell that covered the back of her head completely and only left small holes over her ears so she could still hear. The final insult came when a red rubber tube emerged from Mary’s nostril and attached itself to a not so small bag hanging on an I.V. stand; a feeding bag and tube that most likely terminated in her stomach. Only fifteen minutes had passed since this began.

I was then pulled back down into my body. I managed to roll over onto my side so Mary and I could look in each other’s eyes. “I told you that I was not feeling up to your fun tonight, but you just had to have your way.” I said. “Now you know why I wanted you to leave.” The look of hatred that she gave me was not nice. And she paid for it quickly. Up to this point Mary had only been treated to the discomfort and indignity of being immobilized in a cast and having some tubes extending from various parts of her body, there had been no real pain. Tears started rolling down Mary’s face as the unmistakable sounds of bones breaking began to resound from inside her newly applied full-body cast. I could do nothing but listen and measure the progress of her pain as the sounds started down around her ankles, quickly worked up her legs in three different places, made two horrible snaps from around her hips/waist, several small pops from her torso and neck, and finished with three more separate breaks down each arm. I tried to tell Mary that she still might have a chance to get out of this if she would just say she was sorry, (so to speak considering her inability to talk) but the look she gave me spoke volumes about what she would like to see done to me. Whatever power it was that had done these things to both Mary and I did not like that look she gave me. I watched as the open portions of Mary’s cast closed themselves. Her toes, fingers and thumbs, crotch and anus, and the top of her head sealed up tight leaving openings around the two catheters just barely big enough to allow access to the respective orifices they inhabited. And then I heard multiple cracks coming from her hands and feet as yet more bones were broken. Now the only thing visible on Mary was her face; and even that opening had shrunk to an oval that went from her eyebrows, down around the corners of her eyes to the corners of her mouth, and along her bottom lip. Even the ear-holes had closed up. And then, Mary just faded away. She, the respirator, the feeding bag, everything having to do with Mary disappeared. I got the feeling that she was going to have to endure her new situation as punishment for her actions that night.

I wondered briefly if she had a history of doing that here at the resort and thought that it was a fitting punishment if she did. I relaxed and rolled over onto my back, taking a deep breath and just looking at the ceiling for a few minutes. I then moved my right leg around so I could better position myself on the bed. Or at least I tried to. I was met with solid resistance to that attempted action. I looked down as best as I could and I saw that there was an abduction bar between my legs slightly below my knees that was holding my legs apart. And my right hip was now included into a full double hip spica cast. I was now immobilized from the middle of my chest down. In my interest in watching what had been happening to Mary I had not even paid attention to my own situation and had completely missed the increased size of my own casts, which now numbered only three instead of the four I had previously. It was also one AM in the morning. I fell asleep before I had a chance to explore my further restricted ability to move.

I woke up the next morning when Sara came into the room accompanied by a man. Sara and this man, who I quickly learned was named Alan when Sara spoke to him to give him instructions, both proceeded to assist each other and me in my morning hygiene and bathing routines. Sara informed me that Alan was taking over Mary’s duties this morning as Mary had failed to show up and had not called in, and when management had tried to contact her there was no response. Alan was polite and very professional in his assistance, and by the end of the morning had me comfortable with his presence there touching rather intimate parts of my body. In the process of their talk between them I confirmed what I had already guessed. The fall that originally accounted for the cast on just my left hip now was responsible for the cast covering me in a dual-hip spica; and apparently the injuries incurred were now two broken hips and a hairline fracture of the pelvis. Once the morning routine was done an incontinence garment, just a fancy name for an adult diaper really, was carefully placed between my legs and tucked up under the edges of the cast then a second one was wrapped around the cast and tapped down holding the first one in place. They settled me in my wheelchair and a light blanket was laid over my lap and tucked underneath me which covered me from the waist to my knees, effectively concealing the diaper and keeping most of my dignity in tact. A large t-shirt completed my clothing and I was ready for the day.

Alan left us as Sara and I went to breakfast, telling Sara that he would be there within minutes if she paged him for assistance. We ate and talked for a while, and then right after lunch went to the small movie theatre there at the resort where they were currently showing an older movie. I was wondering about the diaper and why two had been used like they were but I couldn’t ask Sara directly as she apparently did it out of a routine she had been following for several days in her mind, and something like that was not a topic of polite conversation. About half way through the movie I started to feel like I needed to urinate and possibly a little more, but figured I could hold it until the end of the movie. Ten minutes later I suddenly felt myself start to go. I couldn’t stop myself at all, my bladder was emptying itself on its own and I had no control over it. Before it was over I felt my bowels join in as well. To my chagrin I now knew what the diapers were for. Thankfully I’d had a bowel movement that morning so hopefully there would not be too big of a mess to clean up now, but I was completely humiliated by what happened. I felt like my body had just betrayed me. I closed my eyes and groaned in embarrassment and when I opened my eyes I found Sara looking at me in concern. She leaned over and whispered quietly, “Did you just have another movement?” I nodded my head and she frowned then quietly got up and took me out of the theatre and back to my room. 

Once there she paged Alan for assistance and then turned to me while we waited for him to arrive. “I’m going to setup that appointment with a doctor at the hospital we talked about yesterday. These bouts of incontinence are not good and we need to get you checked out.” Alan arrived and the two of them very professionally got me cleaned up and into some clean diapers again, but not without several tears of utter embarrassment on my part. I told Sara that I wanted to take a nap, so they cleaned up and left me in bed with the curtains drawn so I could sleep. Sara said she would be back in a few hours and would contact the hospital in the mean time. After they were gone I lay there thinking about what had just happened and what had been happening over the past two and a half weeks, eighteen days to be exact. My wish had started a series of events to take place where I was getting an experience like nobody else I had heard of ever before having gone through. I was slowly being immobilized by a series of casts being applied to my limbs and body with several days in between each application to allow me to experience what it was like to be restricted by the number and level of casts on my body. All based on my wants as defined by the wish I had made. But losing control of my bladder and bowels? Was that something I really wanted too? I searched my feelings and thought long and hard about that question. I eventually came to the conclusion that yes, I did want to know what that was like as well. I wanted to know what it was like to lose control of my body in that way, including all the embarrassment that went along with it.

Sara came back three hours later and asked me, “Did you sleep at all?” I told her I did not, that I had wanted to be alone for a while. She just gave me a sad smile and a nod and told me that an appointment at the hospital had been made for three days from now. We continued on through the rest of day and the next two as before, with Sara taking care of me and giving me a mostly pleasant vacation while we waited for the appointment to come. Thankfully there were only two more episodes of incontinence that occurred during that time, and Sara and Alan quietly and politely took care of what needed to be done each time. Mary never showed back up, so Alan had become my de-facto second personal assistant when Sara needed help with my needs. We found out that Mary had apparently been involved in a bad relationship with an abusive man who had come to her home very drunk that night along with several very drunk friends and they had proceeded to beat her severely putting her in the hospital. The extent of her injuries was not made known, but I knew and I wondered if they were really appropriate for what had happened. 

The morning of the fourth day they got me up and dressed, then took me out to a waiting van equipped to accommodate me and take us to the hospital. Both Sara and Alan came along as medical assistants and representatives of the resort since both were licensed nurses and could help out at the hospital and also act on behalf of the resort if needed. On arrival I was wheeled in and soon got the experience of x-rays being taken for the first time since my adventure had begun, and then they took me around to another room and I got to go through having an MRI of my hips, pelvis, and lower back as well. Once all the results had been collected and looked over a doctor came into the exam room where we were waiting and gave us the results. According to what they found he said that a couple of hairline fractures to the lower spine had been detected in the lumbar region along with some minor swelling of the spinal cord there. This is what was causing the infrequent bouts of incontinence I’d been experiencing, supposedly since the fall down the stairs. I was pretty sure that there was still nothing actually broken in my body, I still had not felt one bit of pain yet. Not even the cramps I would have expected to feel from the enforced position the casts put me in had happened. Of course I kept all this to myself and just accepted what the doctor believed to be true. The doctor went on to say that with the new injuries that had been found he would prefer the body cast to come up a bit higher than it currently did, but that it was sufficient as long as care was taken and as little movement as possible was done, complete bed rest being preferred. He also recommended I be transferred into the hospital as the primary source of my care considering the numerous injuries I had and the detailed care it was taking the resort to have to provide. We spoke about it for several minutes, with Sara and Alan convincing the doctor that if I wanted to they would be fully capable of taking care of me at the resort. I decided I would return to the resort and the doctor agreed, knowing the resort was well staffed and equipped to handle it.

That night I lay awake waiting for midnight to arrive and find out what would be next. I had gotten Sara to leave me semi propped up with just a sheet covering me from the waist down, telling her that I was more comfortable that way. I had both arms resting comfortably across my stomach, the thumb spica on my left arm hooked on the bend of the cast on my right wrist holding my arms in place. At midnight my left arm was lifted up and my shoulder bent so that my elbow was beside me with my forearm pointing straight out and about a forty degree angle between my upper arm and torso. The stockinet pulled free from the top of the cast around my torso and began to grow upwards. It came up to my armpits then stopped growing on the right side, while the left side continued to go up and over my shoulder and down the short distance to join with the cast on my left arm. The cast padding then began to grow and wrap around my body, covering me on up in the same manner as the stockinet had done. Finally, the fiberglass tape began to grown and completed the addition of a shoulder spica cast. The last thing to happen was a short abduction bar was formed, going from the torso to just below the elbow on the forearm. The new addition heated up and then became rigid, leaving my left arm fixed in place and seemingly floating in the air beside me. I tested the cast, happily confirming that the only thing I could move on my left arm now was my four fingers. I looked over at my right arm and thought that it was too bad that my right shoulder was still free and it was kind of pointless since I couldn’t move anything else now. As soon as I had that thought, my right arm was lifted up and I was treated to having the right shoulder encased in a cast the same way the left side had been done. Once it was finished I was in a cast from the shoulders down, the only thing able to move below my neck being four fingers on each hand and all ten toes. Nothing else could move. I looked down at the large expanse of black fiberglass immobilizing me and thought, ‘Well I guess the doctor will be pleased now, the cast is definitely bigger.’ I figured this new addition of both shoulders was most likely going to be added to the fall down the stairs at the movie theatre since that supposed accident was the most reasonable cause. I enjoyed testing it and not being able to move, but grew tired from having stayed awake and lay my head back down to go to sleep. By one AM I was in a deep sleep.

I awoke early the next morning to a woman in a nurse’s uniform waking me up. Realizing this was not Sara I looked around to find myself in a hospital room instead of my room at the resort. I had apparently been transferred to the hospital after all. Looking down I saw that the only ‘cover’ I had on was the diaper over my crotch and the body cast I was in, there were no sheets over top of me for privacy. The nurse, whose name tag said her name was Ellen, asked how I had slept and how I was feeling this morning. I informed her that my sleep had been fitful and not as long as I would have liked, and that I was feeling a need to go to the bathroom, both of which were true. She immediately got a fracture pan and helped me to relieve myself, thanking me for letting her know as this method was preferable to the alternative which I silently agreed with her. After cleaning me up she said that breakfast would be along soon, reminded me to please call the nurses station as soon as I felt the need to go, and she left my room. I looked around and there was a television mounted up on the wall and angled so I could watch it, and a control panel was resting on the bed under my right hand in a stand with buttons for the TV and a nurse call button that I could reach. I was propped up with my head elevated a bit and the feet of the bed lowered to accommodate the position of my cast at that angle. 

I soon realized that being in the hospital was going to be a great deal more boring than when I had been at the resort. The nurses had multiple patients to take care of and could not sit around all day with just me like Sara had been doing. Breakfast came an hour later and I was fed by a young volunteer, a teen who was working as an assistant at the hospital. It was standard hospital food, and rather disappointing when compared to the food I had been eating at the report. I talked with the girl while I was being fed and found out I was in the extended care ward of the hospital where patients with greater care requirements stayed until they could be safely moved out of the hospital to an appropriate facility. The teen was one of about twenty five people who volunteered on the ward to help feed the various patients here, mostly teens from several of the local schools in the early morning at breakfast and in the evenings at dinner time with older retired adults for the most part during lunch time. I figured that I’d be seeing a different person at meal times frequently. Once she was done feeding me she chatted for a few minutes then excused herself to go to school. 

I got used to the daily routine on the ward over the next four days. I would watch television or take several naps through the day just to try and alleviate the boredom, with the times when someone would come around to feed me or take care of my bathroom needs when I called quickly becoming the highlights of my days. Thankfully there were only three times that an actual accident occurred with the incontinence, one being while I was asleep during the night. Since I was basically a high maintenance patient, being unable to do anything for myself, the nurses would make regular checkups through the day and night to see how I was doing. Of course at night, this meant I was being woken up about three times a night to check on me instead of letting me just sleep. I tried to not let it get to me, but the lack of sleep did get to me and I began to get a little irritable at them, trying my best to keep it as tame as possible since it was part of their job.

The night of the fourth day came, and I wondered as I tried to go to sleep that evening what would happen. Somehow I had a feeling that I would be left alone at midnight one way or the other for the next phase of my wish to occur. When I was woken up by a nurse later, I looked at the clock to find it was eleven forty-five. My diaper was checked and thankfully found clean, and then she left the room. At midnight I waited for a moment before realizing that I could feel movement around my toes. I looked down and the cast on both feet was quickly expanding to tightly encompass all my toes, leaving a small opening to see just the tips of the big toe and the two next to it, the other two toes hidden down inside the cast. The expansion finished quickly and when I tried to wiggle my toes they were securely held immobile in the cast now. The next thing I felt was my fingers being wrapped in padding followed by the fiberglass wrapping down around them to be included in my cast. Once that finished my fingers were rigidly held in a semi-curved position out to the finger tips, the only flesh to be seen was the tips of the middle fingers. ‘Not much left now,’ I thought to myself. A moment later I felt the stockinet around my neck begin to grow and work its way up my neck and over my head, covering my face and feeling like it completely covered me all the way to the top. The padding followed next winding around my neck and head. It completely covered my face, under my chin, over the top, around the back, and over the sides of my head, leaving nothing uncovered. Knowing what was next, but fearing what would happen now that my head was completely buried under the stockinet and cast padding, I felt the fiberglass bandages begin to wrap their way up my neck. As they went up, I was relieved that they did not wrap over my face. Instead they covered my neck and chin, the back of my head, and completely covered the top of my head down to and including my forehead. Finally the cloth over my face split open and created the finished edges of a cast that left my face exposed from the tip of my chin around to maybe a half inch above my eyebrows. Once the cast around my head heated up and went rigid I tested it, of course finding that my head was immobile. I could open my jaws enough that I could probably still be fed by someone at meal times, and I was not sure if an opening had been left over my ears or not. The next time a nurse checked on me that night I could hear her pretty well so I figured there were openings for me to hear through.


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“There’s not much more to tell at this point. I woke up the next morning initially confused until I realized that I was encased in a Full Body Cast, completely immobilized from head to toe. Nothing big changed with my daily routine, except that the nurses would come to check on me more frequently now that I could not even press a call button. I also had to endure several more ‘accidents’ due to the incontinence for the same reason, I had no way to call the nurses in time. It’s been four days since the cast grew this big, and here you are back with me now at the same point where you came in. With me lying here in a Full Body Cast made out of black fiberglass that goes from the top of my head to my toes leaving only the tips of my toes and fingers, my face, and my groin exposed. And, like I’ve said before, there is no pain. Nothing is broken. It’s shortly after lunch time, and I’m glad you came by to feed me today. You probably don’t believe even half of what I’ve told you, and that’s ok by me. I just had to tell someone and you came along to feed me right when I had to get it off my chest.” The older gentleman smiled and shook his head. He wiped the food off the face of the poor guy laying there in the bed, immobilized as he had described in a cast that covered practically everything. They chatted for a while, but he eventually left the patient alone in his room to take a nap.

Dinner time came and I was woken up to be fed by a cute teen I had seen before then she was gone. About an hour later I had a visitor whom I did not expect to see ever again. I heard a tapping in the hallway, and in a moment a little blind oriental woman came into my view. She smiled down at me and asked if I had enjoyed my wish. I told her that I was happy she had come by and I thanked her profusely for the gift she had given me. Humbly accepting my thanks, she then said something very profound, “It’s now the fourth day again, and you have a choice to make tonight young man. You can choose to keep things like they are now, and you will spend the next two weeks as you are. At the end of your planned six week vacation you will wake up in your room at the resort with just your one leg in a cast like you had planned, with the full memory of what has happened in your mind, but with nothing else having changed other wise and you will go home the same way you arrived. Your other choice is to make all of this real. Now think closely about this. All of it will be real. Everything. Your bad luck with the accident in the parking lot causing you new injuries. The accident sending you falling down the stairs and further injuring you. All the broken bones this giant cast is supposedly supporting, all the pain, everything would be real. Even the incontinence you’ve been experiencing. And it will probably get a little worse for you before things begin to get better again. You will have to run the risk of further complications cropping up during your treatment here, have to go through what ever rehabilitation is going to be necessary, and live with what ever possible disability you are left with at the end of it. That is what making it real means.”

I just looked at her not saying a word. Her words slowly sinking in. She knocked on my cast over my chest saying, “Not so sure about this now, are you? And if you make it real, you’ll be stuck in this cast or one just like it for the next six months before they even think they can start cutting it down to something smaller. Quite a long time to be laying here in the hospital isn’t it? You know what time to wait for tonight. You have until then to think about what decision to make.” She kissed me lightly on the cheek and left me there thinking about what she had said. I was quiet for the rest of the evening and all that night.

I watched the clock for the last five minutes of that day to go by, still not sure what choice I would make. At the stroke of midnight I heard a distant church bell strike the first chime of the hour, and there was a palatable tension in my hospital room as it continued to ring, counting out the end of a day and the beginning of a new one. On the twelfth chime, the tension was released. I felt a catheter intrude into my urethra and heard the trickle of my urine draining into a bottle at the side of my bed. I felt the sting of an intravenous line stabbing me in the upper thigh next to my groin, the only place available in this cast for an IV to be administered. A feeding tube invaded my nose and throat extending down into my stomach to give me nutrients. A tracheal tube was inserted into my windpipe and hooked up to a ventilator beside me. And my body ached with pain emanating from everywhere despite the drugs I was now getting supplied to me from the auto-drip machine on my IV line. I was going to endure everything now, and apparently my incontinence was going to be more of a problem along with having some serious difficulty breathing due to the cast tightly confining my chest like it was. Since I could not eat with a tube going down into my lungs then I’d have to be fed through a feeding tube.

I thought again about one of the final things she had said to me, ‘If you make it real, you’ll be stuck in this cast or one just like it for the next six months before they even think they can start cutting it down to something smaller.’ It was those words that had led me to this in the end and I would live with what ever came next. I had made my choice.