Sunday, November 14, 1999

Equal Measure

This story originally appeared on the Secret Garden website and is archived here at the request of author Doug Rogers.

I had almost done it again. I had almost dozed off snuggled against Diane's pillow-soft left tit with my leg still strapped up. You'd think that I would learn after a while that doing that's not a good idea.
I sat up in bed as gently as I could so as not to awaken my sleeping beauty. The sexual flush had faded from her ample cleavage quite a while ago. She appeared serenely relaxed, at peace. There was nothing to reveal that scarcely thirty minutes before she had been a caged animal, her claws raking my back, her mouth almost bruising my own with passion. The sex had been that hot!
Of course the sex was always that hot with her when I had my leg up. I reached down and unbuckled the top restraining strap of the harness, the long belt-like part of it that kept it from slipping down off my tightly folded leg when we were in the process of making love. Next, I pulled on the bow knot that held the long shoestring that laced the top half of the device tight. The tension of the lace released, the two halves of the leather enclosure parted with a slight 'pop,' and I easily slipped the mass of leather away from my body.
Slowly, cautiously, I rolled over on my right side, allowing my left foot to turn 45 degrees back to its normal position. The harness kept it pressed tightly against my butt, and the twist that it put on the muscles and tendons would produce a charley horse if I didn't take this part of the operation very, very slowly.
The foot in a more normal position, I now began the gradual process of straightening out the leg. It was asleep, but not badly so. Another half hour and the pain would have set in! It took nearly five minutes for me to ease the leg out as straight as it would go. I knew, again from experience, it would take the rest of the night for the muscles to completely relax and return to their normal tensions.
Pretending offered a lot of problems, but they were a small price to pay for sex of the caliber that being Diane's 'amputee' lover extracted! And, then too, it wasn't like I didn't owe her. She had done something for me, something that I still marvel at her willingness to do.

All of this started a couple of years ago when we enrolled in college. Diane Monroe and I had literally grown up together. She was the 'girl next door' from the story book that had been our lives. She had been my first girlfriend, my first date, and my first (and so far only) sex partner. We'd begun making love near the end of our junior year in high school, and have never stopped. I won't bore you with the details of that first time. I mean, hey! Two kids fumbling at each other and it taking the third try to get all the angles right so everything would line up is more funny than sexy!
When we arrived at college, it actually took us a couple of days to realize that we didn't have to sneak around any more when we wanted to do it! The dorm we live in is co-ed, and all the rooms are private. English translation: We seldom slept alone. It was almost like being married; like we were newlyweds! I still shake my head in amazement that we didn't both flunk out that first semester. I know I almost went broke buying rubbers!
I can still remember that Saturday afternoon in the spring of our freshman year when Diane dropped the bomb on me.
"Will," she had asked quite innocently as we snuggled together after an afternoon of bike riding, "are you in the mood?" That was a dumb question. I'd just turned 19! I was in the mood ten minutes after we finish! Then she dropped the bomb when she added, "We can bareback if you want to."
I pulled back and looked into her eyes. "Are you sure, Di?" I asked. "I don't want anything to happen... I love you too much."
"You're not going to make me preggers, if that's what you're afraid of" she whispered. "This is the 28th day since I started on the pill!"
My smile could have lit Barham Field House! "Really?"
"Really. So," she nodded suggestively to the area below her waist, "are you interested in seeing what I really feel like?" She giggled. "I know I want to know what you feel like!"
I needed no more encouragement. Of course, as I found out by Spring Break, there was an added bonus in her taking the pills.
"I don't know what's going on here," Diane complained.
"What's up?" I asked, looking across the room from the text I was reading.
"I must be getting fat! This bikini top doesn't fit any more!"
I giggled to myself. I had already noticed a week or so before. "Did you ever read that little sheet that they pack in with your birth control pills?"
"No, why?"
"Well, it says that a common side effect is that you may gain some in the boobs! Hey! Your bod thinks you're pregnant, and that happens when you've got one in the oven!"
I looked at her strangely. "Gross?"
"Yeah! They are getting big!"
"I thought you'd be pleased," I told her. "Don't all girls want really big tits?"
"Correction, all boys want girls to have really big tits!"
I laughed again. "Guilty as charged."
It was her turn to look at me, a question on her face. "You mean, you like these things blowing up like balloons on my chest?"
"But you never said anything! I thought you liked what I had!"
"Hey. I love you," I told her. "It's that simple. You're cute little 34 A bust was nice and firm and I definitely liked sucking on them!" She playfully tossed a pillow at me. "But yeah, I'm like a lot of other guys. I've actually had dreams where we wake up some morning and you've got triple D boobs and I've got a ten inch pecker!"
Diane didn't say anything for a moment. She dropped the bikini top and looked down at the rounded curves suspended there in space. She finally answered, "Well, I'm glad you like them!"
It was the week after break that the subject came up again. Di was on top, and I had my hands over her, now, fully B-cup mammary glands. "Will," she began, playing with me using her internal muscles, "would you really like for me to have absolutely huge breasts? Like in that dream you said you had?"
"Oh, yeah," I breathed, her question adding at least ten percent to the strength of my hard. "You got five grand for implants?" I teased.
"No. I would never have that done," she answered, wrinkling up her nose. "But I was thinking about ordering a bottle of Blousant!"
For the uninitiated, Blousant is an herbal bust enhancer. We'd been seeing it advertised in TV for the past several weeks. I smiled. "You really want to?" I asked her.
She shook her head. "Not really. I think these things are gross sticking 'way out like they do!" She looked down at my hands, "But if the way you're playing with me now compared to six weeks ago is any sample, I think I'll like the fact that you'll like them!" She leaned forward to let me suck a nipple.
Let me cut to the chase. We ordered the stuff and she began taking it at the maximum dosage they suggested on the bottle. It was costing me about $80 a month to keep her in those little pills, but I got my money's worth! At the end of the first month, her B-cup bras were getting tight. At six weeks she bought C-cups.
I was enjoying the merchandise one evening when I asked what I thought was a totally innocent question. Little did I know!
"This is like a dream come true," I cooed to her, my face between her mounds. "I can't thank you enough for giving these presents to me!"
She stroked my hair. "It's okay, baby. I'm glad you like them."
"How big do you suppose they'll get?" I asked.
"Who knows," she said. "But when you get enough, please let me know. They're getting heavy!"
"Yeah! I know," I said, happily lifting one in my palm. I looked up at her. "Di, I know you're doing this for me. I just wish there was something I could do in return for you." I shook my head. "I'd try the penis pills, but I've read a whole bunch of places that they don't work."
She shook her head. "You're already more than fine in that department, Will." She paused. "But there is something you could do for me, if you really wanted to."
My mind shuffled through a number of possible ideas. Actually, there wasn't much, sexually, that we had not already done. Di was quite adventurous in bed! "Anything," I told her.
"This is pretty bizarre," she said.
"Try me."
"Well, uh... oh, never mind!"
I shifted my position so that I was no longer talking to her breasts and looked her full in the face. "Diane, what would you like. Just ask. I'll do it!"
"Well," she said, taking a deep breath, "my fantasy is a little more offbeat than yours." I nodded for her to continue. "Will? Do you know what a devotee is?"
"Uh, that would be someone devoted to something or the other, right?"
"Yes. Except that term has a very special meaning when you use it alone. I'm a devotee. I think amputees... you know, boys missing legs... are hot."
"No, I'm serious. I've felt this way since I was a little girl. I didn't know what being aroused was then, but I used to get so hot when Mike Dallas used to come jogging by on that artificial leg of his!"
I remembered the guy she was talking about. He lived a street or two over from us and he'd lost his right leg in a car accident when he was in junior high. He was about ten years older than we were. I had seen him jogging, the shiny metal of his prosthesis sticking out of his running shorts. I always wondered why he didn't get a leg that looked more real, or at least wear sweats so everyone wouldn't stare at him!
"Are you still with me?" she asked nervously.
"Sure. I was just thinking about Mike." I looked at her. "So, what does that have to do with what I can do for you?"
She bit her lip. "Would you play that part for me?"
My mouth dropped open. "You want me to have a leg cut off?" I asked, unbelieving.
"Oh, no... no..." she said quickly. "Nothing like that. I just wondered if you'd pretend with me sometimes."
"Pretend?" I didn't have a clue.
"Yes! Can I show you how?"
I thought "What the hell? Why not?" and nodded. "Okay," I said aloud.
Di got up and nudely padded over to her underwear drawer. She opened it and withdrew an ace bandage. "Stand up," she said as she returned to the bed.
I did as ordered.
"Now, bend your knee and put your foot on the edge of the bed." I complied. "And sit down on your foot." It was a little uncomfortable, but I did it.
Diane didn't say another word. She went to work wrapping the flesh-colored bandage as tightly as she could around my folded leg. When she ran out of cloth, she used the metal fasteners to secure the end. "Stand up!" she said excitedly.
It took a few moments for me to get the balance worked out. I have to admit to never having practiced standing on one foot very often! I finally got stabilized and smiled. "What do you think?" I asked, turning my palms up and extending both hands to my sides.
"Hot!" she breathed.
I started to say more, but I found myself bulldozed back onto the bed, a wild tigress attacking every inch of my body. It was a good thing you can't rape the willing: Di was going to ride that pony whether I wanted her to or not! As a matter of fact, she rode that bad boy three times before we finally dropped off to sleep!
As we lay in each other's arms, I got my first lesson in what happens when one pretends for too long at a time. The cramp hit me with the force of a 220 volt electric shock! I screamed in agony. It didn't take Di long to figure out what was wrong. She quickly removed the wrap and told me to straighten the leg out. Believe me! I was trying to! My leg felt like it was asleep, and at the same time like the cramps were about to tear the muscles in two! In the end, she had to help me into the bathroom and start the shower running as hot as I could stand it.
We didn't talk about it for several days after. I think Diane was feeling guilty as hell, or maybe it was that she was afraid I thought she was some kind of sicko. I have to admit that I thought it was really strange that she would want me to play at having a leg cut off for God's sake, but a few hours cruising the internet filled in all sorts of blank spaces for me. Hell, there are whole sites out there dedicated to devotion... for both sexes!
On one of them, I saw a cartoon that fascinated me no end. It showed a lesbian couple embracing. One of the girls was missing her left leg very high up, and her partner had a hand on the rounded little stub that remained. The second girl was not an amputee, but she was wearing a leather harness-like affair over her left leg that held it tightly folded up. Whoever had made the drawing had obviously put a lot of thought into that harness. As far as I could tell, it probably worked very well, and should be relatively comfortable. I scribbled a few notes on a sheet of paper and book-marked the image.
Diane gave me a quizzical look when she came back from class that afternoon. I had made a quick trip to a hobby shop just off campus and had bought a fair-sized piece of tanned leather. It was the same stuff that I used to create the tooled leather wallets that were so popular in the more rural areas of the state. I've made fair money making and selling those gaudy billfolds for years. She's seen me tooling leather lots of times, but this time I was busy splitting the wide piece of hide into strips.
"What are you up to?" she asked, an eyebrow arched.
"A surprise," I answered. "You'll see later!"
She just shrugged and busied herself at her own desk.
It was about eight that night when I finally finished my labors. Di had gone to the library to work on a paper, as finals were bearing down on us fast. I had tried the thing on a couple of times and gone back to make a few alterations. I was just finishing applying the last of the belt buckles when the door opened. She looked over at me.
"Are you still fooling with that leather craft?" she asked.
"All done," I answered.
"Where'd you go earlier?" she asked. "I went ahead and went to supper alone."
"I had an errand to run," I told her. "I needed a break from my leather work." I gave her an enigmatic smile.
"What in the world are you up to?" she asked again.
"Like I said, a surprise."
"Well, give!"
"All right," I agreed, "go into the john and wait until I call you!"
Bewildered, she left.
I stripped naked there in front of the bureau. It took a little experimentation to get the leg harness in place, especially making my foot fit flat against my ass cheek, but when I laced it up even I was surprised at how compact it made my left leg! Next, I pulled on the one-size-too-large jeans I had purchased in my outing to the mall this afternoon. I gotta admit that it took a little care to be sure I didn't get something caught in the zipper, but I got them closed. I thought a moment or two about what to do with the empty leg. Finally, I just pulled it up and tucked it into the waistband. The final touch was the pair of aluminum crutches I had purchased in the health and wellness section of Walmart. I fitted one of the supports under each of my arms and wiggled a bit to get my balance.
I took a deep breath and smiled broadly. "Ready!" I called. "You can come out now!"
The doorknob slowly turned and Diane peeked out into the room before opening the door wide. When her face was finally visible it was a picture of shock.
"What ya think?" I asked. I took a couple of awkward steps on the crutches and did a clumsy turn so she could see the effect from the rear as well.
"How?" she finally managed to babble.
"Well, I didn't really get it cut off," I told her. "But I thought this was the next best thing!"
Diane had great fun removing the jeans, and was fascinated by the harness. "You did this just for me!" she finally announced, obviously very pleased.
"Hey, turn about," I said.
"Turn about is right," she giggled, undoing the buttons of her blouse.
The semester ended, and summer turned to fall once again. Diane continued taking the Blousant capsules, although it she made me hide both them and her birth control pills over at my house. Her mother was a little too inquisitive as to where those now true D-cup boobs had come from!
School finally started again. We spent the entire first night back making love.
"God, but your tits are great!" I told her.
"Finally big enough for you?" she asked.
"Hey, baby, you can grow these things as big as you like and I'll like it, but yeah. I never thought you'd have toys like these!"
She snuggled against me. "Well, at first I didn't like them at all," she said. "They're heavy and the bras are tighter than I was used to, and I didn't like the way that the guys started talking to my chest instead of my face." She paused. "But seeing how happy you are playing with them, I'm glad I did it."
"You gonna stop taking the pills?" I asked.
"Oh, I'll try 'em another month," she said, "but they say two or three cups is all you can gain with them. I had a cup from the BC pills already. I haven't noticed much change in the last month."
"Fine by me," I said, nuzzling the subject.
"Will?" she said, a mischievous edge in her voice, "would you like to have some real fun this weekend?"
"Sure," I answered. "What ya got in mind?"
"A trip to Southam this weekend."
"Southam? What's there?"
"A mall," came the answer.
"Hell, we've got one of those two blocks away," I pointed out.
"I know," she answered, "but people know us here!" She snickered. "I thought we might go somewhere were no one knew us and dress up special."
"I'm all ears," I answered, a sneaking suspicion dawning in my mind.
"I thought we'd go spend a couple of hours there," she said. "I plan to wear Daisy Dukes and a halter top, no bra," she announced. "I thought you might wear a muscle tee to show off those nice muscles of yours..."
"And my crutches," I finished.
"Yeah," she said. "Something like that."
I had never let anyone other than Diane see me wearing my amp-dude get-up. I wasn't sure how I felt about it.
"You don't have to if you don't want to," she said quickly. "I'll understand."
I finally said: "Why not? It might be fun to see people's faces... a one-legged dood and his big titted chick! Let's go for it!"
The responses were about what I had imagined. The old ladies wore a look of pure horror! I was never sure if they were more shocked by the poor young boy who'd had the misfortune to lose a leg or by his scantily dressed girlfriend's huge breasts trying to pop out of a one-size-too-small halter top!
What I had not counted on was Diane's response when we ran across the real McCoy.
It happened when we had stopped at the food court. Since I had my hands busy with the crutches, Diane had gone to get a pair of cokes, leaving me at the table. I was trying to decide how much longer I was going to be able to leave this leg up before something happened, when Di returned, a flush on her face.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Nothing," she said curtly.
I saw her eyes cut behind me, and I turned to look over my shoulder. What I saw spoke volumes.
A guy about our own age was just picking up a tray over at Taco Bell. He was tall, and it still being quite warm weather, was wearing a tee shirt and shorts. The short pants displayed his below knee artificial leg for the entire world to see! I was further surprised to see him head our way!
The guy comes right up to the table and nods to Diane. "Thanks for asking me to sit with you," he said. "It's sure crowded in here today!"
"Our pleasure," I told him, giving Diane the 'evil eye.' She said nothing.
The guy's name was Danny Carvell, and it seems that he was a senior in high school. "I'm actually 19," he confided, "but I lost a year when I had the accident."
"What happened?" I asked.
"Motorcycle accident," he said flatly. "Wasn't watchin' what I was doin'." He looked at my crutches. "How 'bout you?"
"Car wreck," I said. It's a good thing I got it out fast. Di had opened her mouth to answer as well, and we had not rehearsed a story to tell.
"How long ago?"
"Six months."
Danny just nodded. He visited with us several minutes after finishing his food. At the end, he scribbled his address and phone number on a napkin and slid it across the table. "Give me a call sometime, guys," he said, and was gone.
I looked at the napkin for a couple of seconds after he was gone. Neither Diane nor I reached for it.
"We gotta get outa here, Di," I told her urgently. "My leg's asleep and I'm willing to bet I'm not far from a cramp!"
She agreed, and we got up. Just as we were leaving, I glanced back at the table. The napkin with Danny's address and phone number was nowhere to be seen.
I lay in bed awake most of that night. The significance of what had happened this afternoon had me profoundly angry and hurt and afraid and I knew that I had no right to have any of those feelings. Diane had done nothing wrong! Still, I was jealous and frightened! I knew what a sexual charge she got out of pretending with me! It was just a matter of time before her curiosity got the better of her, and she made that phone call. Danny had seemed like a nice enough guy, but I'd seen him eyeing those tits of hers! He'd be in the sack with her ten seconds after she offered! Hell, what guy wouldn't?
Then it dawned on me. I knew what I had to do!
All of this was two weeks ago, and I tell you about it just so you'll understand what's about to happen.
I'm here in a light sleeping bag with two of my friends from school. We're out here to shoot blackbirds this weekend. We got a farmer who's pissed over what they eat giving us a place to hunt, and in the morning, we're going to try and see how many of the vermin we can bag.
At least, that's what Cal and Hugh think. We're never going to make it to morning! No, those turkeys are going to be busy taking care of me! As soon as the fire burns down a little lower and I'm sure that both of them are asleep, I'm going to take one last huge hit of this PCP cigarette I'm taking short puffs of. I'm going to pick up the revolver and take it out of its holster. The bird shot in it ought to tear the living hell out of my knee. No one will ever know. I'll just say that I was shooting at an animal out in the shadows and was sleepy and missed!
Diane can't possibly want Danny after that! She'll have me as an above knee dood, a LAK like she really wants! Hell, I should have done this long ago. After all, she gave me those huge breasts that she didn't really want! She's never complained once. She's never said she was sorry she did it, even though I know they're big and heavy and the bras she has to wear get uncomfortable sometimes. All I've done is enjoy 'em. She lets me lay there and suck and suck nearly every night!
She's done for me. Yeah, I've pretended for her, but what's that? No! I should have given her equal measure. Measure for measure!
It's only fair.

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