Thanks to a reader who sent me the ideas for this story. Strong sexual content.
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Roger had just gotten dressed and was headed to the kitchen. As he flexed his right prosthetic hook arm it suddenly dropped to his side. He tried the left one and it did not work either. Now what was he going to do he thought. Roger had lost both of his arms above the elbow in the Afghan war. It had only happened about six months ago and he was new to everything. He had only been living by himself for about four weeks and he was now out of the military. He went to the phone on the counter and managed to get the handset off. He had speed loaded the prosthetics lab phone number at the VA and pushed the large numbers on the dial pad with a pencil in his mouth. He then pushed the hands free button and heard the VA phone ringing. They answered after a few minutes and he was able to tell them the problem. They switched him to the arm tech and she asked several questions then decided it was necessary for him to come in.
Biff was the tech that had built his arms and he was lucky to get to talk to her. They decided the best thing was for her to send a cab for him and the VA would pay. Roger said he thought he could get the door open and out to the street. Biff said she would call the cab company the VA used and explain the problem. Roger already had put his wallet in his pants so he was ready to go. He managed to use his shoulders to lift his hook arm up and then let it drop on the handle of the door knob. After a couple of tries the latch unlocked and he was able to get out of his apartment. One of his neighbors was at the elevator so someone else was able to push the buttons. He got to the automatic door and waited until the cab arrived.
He did not have to wait long and was soon on his way. The driver refused a tip and helped him get into the VA building. He was shown to a treatment room and soon Biff crutched into the room. Roger was surprised as the last time he had seen her she was in a wheelchair. Both of her legs had been blown off in Afghan also. She was a Major on an artillery squad and an IED got her. He knew that her right leg was gone at the hip and the left was just below the knee. They greeted each other warmly and caught up on what had been going on. She was injured about the same time he was so they were both new at being amputees. She told him her injuries around her hip and pelvic area had finally healed enough and she had decided to try a prosthetic leg having to use a "bucket" for her hip.
He knew that her dad was a prosthetic technician and that she had grown up around the science. She had helped him and learned a lot. When the military was trying to figure out what to do with her she asked if she could work at the VA Prosthetics Lab and after an interview with the lab manager was accepted as a tech.
They finally got down to business and Biff removed his shirt to look at what was happening or in this case, not happening. Both arms were connected together at the back with leather, wires and cables and she soon found the broken part. She was worried when she saw it but just told Roger she would go and see about the part. As she suspected it was not available and would have to be shipped in overnight. Biff crutched back into the room and gave him the bad news. Roger said what am I going to do now, I can't function alone at my place, can just barely get by with my arms. She asked if there was anyone he knew that could come and stay with him tonight and he said no, he did not have any one in the area.
Biff smiled and then said come stay with me tonight. Roger could not believe she would offer that. Yes they had become friends while she had been getting him fitted with his arms but to do this was very good of her. It was noon time so they went to the cafeteria for lunch and she feed him. When they got back to the lab she set him up in a room with some magazines and a TV to pass the time until she could leave work. Roger watched a couple of tapes he had not seen on how to use his hook prosthesis as a double AE amputee. He learned several tricks he would have to try.
About 4:30 Biff came in to the room and was in her wheelchair without her prosthetic legs or stump socks. She said she usually left them here at work for now as she was quite sore after being on them so much during the day. They started to Biffs' place in her van with Biff using hand controls to drive with. She lived in an upper floor apartment and Roger saw it had been modified for Biff and her wheelchair. Roger finally got up the nerve to tell her that he needed to go to the bathroom bad. Biff apologized saying she should have thought of that earlier. He asked if she was sure she did not mind helping him and after she said no problem they went into the bathroom. She asked how he wanted to do it, unzip and her hold him or lower his pants and let him sit on the john. Roger said just drop my pants and I will sit. He knew she would see him one way or the other. She did and he sat and immediately peed with a look of relief on his face. They both got a laugh out of it.
When he was done he stood and his cock was right in front of her. She noticed how big he was even soft and pulled his pants up and did his belt and zipper. He apologized again and she said no problem that she was familiar with them grinning at him. They went into the kitchen and she checked the ice box and they decided on dinner. His stumps were too short to be of much help so he just sat and they talked and he watched her do things from her wheelchair. He asked how she was doing with her hip stump and she said fair and was not sure how it was going to work out. After a couple of minutes she asked how he was doing with his arms and what he thought about what happened to him. Roger was quiet for several seconds then decided it was safe to tell her. He told Biff he was glad that what happened to him happened, and he loved being a double amputee. Her facial expression did not change any and finally she grinned and said she felt the same way about herself. It was something she always wanted but did not know how to accomplish it. They were both relieved they felt the same way.
Biff was not a small woman but she was not "fat". She was 46 years old and had been six feet tall when she had her legs and was large boned but very fit and somewhat muscular from her military training. Roger could see that she also had rather large breasts, maybe 38 D, now that she did not have her white lab coat on and just a blouse on. Her prosthetic legs made her shorter now and she was around five feet eight or nine inches tall. He thought she looked very sexy with the very short stump below her left knee wiggling around as she did things. The leg had atrophied some from lack of use. She had changed into shorts and he could see how badly damaged her leg was. She had helped Roger get his shirt off and he just had his t-shirt and pants on. She had looked at his stumps again to see how they were healing. When she was making his arms she had seen them quite often. She had his very short right arm stump in both hands, looked him straight in the eyes and told him she thought it was very sexy. I have thought so since the first time I saw it.
Roger said thank you, I feel the same about your right one also. Biff did a double take and looked down at the empty place in her wheelchair where her right leg was gone at the hip. When she looked back up Roger was grinning and said yep, that's the one. She finally got his meaning and said thanks, I agree if you want to know the truth. She got the dishes in the dishwasher and they headed into the living room. She put some music on as Roger sat on the couch. Biff came over and transferred from her wheelchair to the couch and sat right beside him. He enjoyed watching her do it. Roger said I have a question; do you wish the left one was gone just like the right side. Biff very slowly nodded her head finally saying very much so. Roger said that would mean you probably would not be able to walk any and be confined to your wheelchair. Again she nodded her head slowly and then said great.