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No Hands
Day 1
Mark sat down on the couch with his Aunt Tracy. His mother's sister
was the younger of the two siblings somewhere in her mid thirties, Mark
could probably work out her exact age based one what he knew of his
Mom, but it really didn't matter, twice his age at least. She still
looked young though, flawless skin, long dark hair that tumbled down
her head in naturally curly waves. His Mom and her sister shared the
same coloring but his Mom had long since cut her hair to less than
shoulder length whereas Aunt Tracy kept hers long enough to hang below
her breasts when pulled over he shoulder like it was this evening.
"What are we watching tonight?" Aunt Tracy said as she sat on the couch
and pulled her leg under while carefully blowing across the rim of a
steaming mug of tea.
"Your house, it's up to you," Mark responded.
Tracy smiled. "You're here with me for the next month, so let's say it
is our house."
Mark nodded, his raging teen hormones told him that his aunt was quite
attractive, the swell of her large breasts beneath the long sleeve gray
tunic and firm thighs displayed by the faux leather leggings were
strong evidence that her being single was a bit strange. Mark briefly
wondered whether she was attracted to men but dismissed the thought
quickly letting his long relationship with her scare away such
thoughts. "Ok then, let's start a series and watch it together."
"Sounds good."
They sat in silence while the television flickered its blue light
around the room. The show ended less than an hour later. "I don't
know maybe we should watch something else," Aunt Tracy began. "This
show was kind of violent, that woman getting her hands cut off, how
horrible."
Mark nodded. "I doubt it is that bad for the whole show. They are
just using the shock value to get viewers interested during the first
episode. Lots of shows do that."
"I suppose, but man I can't imagine losing my hands." Tracy shuddered
visibly.
"Better than dying." Mark shrugged.
"No way," his aunt retorted. "You would be a burden to everyone around
you, you couldn't even feed yourself."
"They have prosthetics that would help," Mark said.
"Nothing back when that show was set. Trust me you would go crazy very
quickly without your hands. I give you a week before you are begging
for death."
"No way to know, I am not volunteering to get my hands cut off," Mark
laughed.
Aunt Tracy chuckled. "Yeah me neither. Ok, it's time for bed."
Mark nodded and stood up with a long stretch. His sweatshirt and jeans
hung loosely on his thin frame, in fact his jeans would easily slide
right off if not for his bony hips holding them in place. His mop of
dirty blond hair was long enough in the back to hold in a pony tail if
he ever bothered. He liked to think his hair was a fashion statement
but in truth he was just too lazy to get a haircut. He wandered toward
the guest room where his suitcase remained unpacked since arriving here
just a few hours before. His Mom and Dad were away on a long trip,
something they had always wanted to do. Mark got the feeling they had
been looking forward to having some time away from him but there was no
visible proof of such relief in their excited faces. He really did not
mind though, his aunt was fun to be around and she gave him a long
leash.
* * *
At breakfast the next morning Mark popped the question he really wanted
to ask. "Aunt Tracy, will you teach me to drive?"
His aunt spluttered spraying her coffee into the sink. "What?"
"Mom said I could ask?"
"Why me?" Tracy said wiping up the mess around the sink.
"I turned 16 last month and Mom and Dad never got around to showing me
how."
"I don't think so, that is something best left to your parents." She
stood there shaking her head already dressed for work in pink nurse's
scrubs. "Sorry buddy."
Mark nodded glumly.
"I am pulling a 10 hour shift today, what are your plans?"
"I don't know I don't have a lot to do in this town."
"Well I would appreciate you helping out around the house a bit."
"Oh yeah, Mom said I should offer, you beat me to it," Mark said.
"What do you need me to do?"
"Clean the dishes, and get familiar with where stuff goes, if you have
questions we can get it all figured out tonight."
Mark cleaned the kitchen in the first hour of the day, the rest was
spent either in front of the television or wandering around the house
snooping into his aunt's things. She had nothing very interesting,
even her attic was mostly bare. The town where she lived was not much
better, a lazy bedroom community that had nothing interesting closer
than five miles. By the time his Aunt Tracy arrived home that evening
he was wondering how he would survive the next month.
"Hey Mark how was your day?" Aunt Tracy asked.
"Honestly, pretty boring, you can only watch so much television."
"The kitchen looks clean, any problems?"
Mark asked a couple of questions where various dishes and utensils went
and then sat down at the table in front of the bags of Chinese food his
aunt had set there. "I need to find something interesting to keep my
mind going, I wish you owned a laptop."
"Sorry, I am just not around the house enough to need one." Mark and
his aunt ate silently for a few minutes before Tracy looked up and
said. "My friend and I at work were talking about that show we watched
last night."
Mark nodded with a mouthful of food.
"We wondered, since you don't have a lot going on if you would like to
try it?"
Mark looked confused and quickly swallowed. "Try what?"
"Try living without hands, to see what happens?"
"Are you serious?" Mark looked askance at his aunt. "I like my hands
where they are thanks."
"No you ninny! I would cover your hands so you couldn't use them,
probably in a cast or something like that. Something you could not
remove without help?"
"Why would I agree to that? It is boring around here but not that
boring."
Aunt Tracy shrugged. "I tell you what, you last a week with no hands
and I'll teach you to drive."
"A week, I can wait for my parents. Two days."
"So you agree to try it then." His Aunt Tracy smiled.
Mark shook his head realizing he had just agreed to try it for two
days. "I haven't agreed to anything."
"Ok, how about this, we make it three days and I teach you to drive.
If you make a week, a full seven days, I will get a laptop to make the
rest of your stay a little more enjoyable."
"It won't hurt?" Mark asked.
"No, if it becomes uncomfortable we will adjust things until it
doesn't."
"Ok, last question," Mark looked askance at his aunt. "Why?"
"My friend Nancy and I were discussing it and really wondering what
would happen. We kind of dismissed it because it would be hard to find
that kind of time, but here you are, a bored teenager." Aunt Tracy
smiled. "So do you agree?"
"Three days and you teach me to drive, seven days and you buy me a
laptop?" Mark repeated while staring at his empty plate of food.
Aunt Tracy nodded. "It will be my laptop but you can use it as much as
you want while you are here."
"I can pick the laptop?"
"Within reason, can't afford the very best, but since you are leaving
it here, we can probably find something decent," Tracy said.
"Ok, fine. I can always call it quits and I haven't lost anything."
"True, let me call Nancy, she is the expert at casting." Aunt Tracy
grabbed her phone.
"Casting? You mean like broken arms and things."
Aunt Tracy nodded while holding the phone to her ear.
Mark remembered the broken arm he had when he was eight years old and
remembered being scared of the saw blade shaped tool they used to cut
the cast from his arm. "Listen are you sure it won't hurt even when
it's removed?"
Aunt Tracy waved the question away. "Hey Nancy, guess what? My nephew
has agreed to have his hands casted."
Aunt Tracy laughed a couple times, then responded. "Sure that would be
fine, see you in an hour," Tracy put down the phone. "There we go, she
will be over soon."
"Uh, Aunt Tracy, I'm not sure about this, that saw they use..."
"Yeah everybody worries about that, Nancy is an expert. I promise you
won't feel the least bit of pain."
"I don't know," Mark said.
"I tell you what, we'll put a practice cast on you and then remove it.
If it hurts you don't have to do it."
"And you won't teach me to drive," Mark said.
Aunt Tracy shook her head.
"What's the point then, if it hurts when you take it off the first time
it still hurts, might as well just go for it."
"Ok then, let's clean up dinner and then we'll wait for Nancy."
An hour later Nancy arrived. She had fiery red hair pulled back into a
pony tail and she wore the same pink medical scrubs that his often aunt
wore. "Hello Mark, I'm Nancy."
"Hi." He shook her hand.
"This is going to be so interesting. I bet you don't last a full day."
Mark shrugged. "We'll see."
Nancy smiled. "Let's do this in the kitchen, I need the sink."
Mark sat on a stool next to the sink with his arm propped up on the
countertop. "Ok Mark I want you to put your hand in a very relaxed
fist. Keep your muscles loose."
Mark did as she asked and watched as she carefully wrapped each of his
fingers and hand with thin gauze. When she finished and wrapped a
thicker material around his hand until it looked like he wore a white
mitten. She added more thick cotton over his whole hand so it looked
like a white oval.
"That looks pretty thick Nancy," Tracy said.
"The casting material will compress it, so it needs to be thick," Nancy
responded.
Next Nancy put on some latex gloves and pealed the plastic off a white
roll and placed it into the sink full of water, she then began to wrap
the wet material around his hand and moved up his arm. "His wrist
should be immobile since if his hands were cutoff he wouldn't have a
wrist to move."
Tracy nodded.
Nancy folded the cotton over at about half way up his arm and used the
last of the wet wrap to keep the cotton in place. She then slid her
gloved hands over his hand smoothing out cast so the wrapping was all
blended together. After a few seconds she pulled off her gloves and
thumbed the material with her fingernail, it made a hard clicking
sound. "Ok, that is one hand, how does it feel?"
Mark felt the oval spheroid that was now all that remained of his right
hand. "Lighter than I expected, I can move my fingers a little."
"Good, good, that will keep all the blood flowing properly. Let's do
your other hand."
Nancy repeated the process with Mark's other hand and then packed her
things away. "Alright then, I guess we'll see how you do. If there is
any pain, let me know and I will fix it."
Aunt Tracy stood up. "I have to work tomorrow, can you check in on
him? I don't want him getting stuck or falling."
Nancy smiled. "Sure no problem. See you tomorrow Mark."
Mark walked into the living room and plopped down on the couch. He
reached for the remote but could not pick it up and when he tried to
hit the button his new handless arms were too large to press the right
one, he thought he could use his nose but decided to try his feet
instead. He kicked off his shoes and pulled his socks off with his
toes and then pushed the remote onto the floor. Once the remote was
pointing at the television his toes were more than dextrous enough to
press the On and Channel buttons.
Aunt Tracy joined him after a few minutes with a bottle of water with a
straw poking out. "Fancy a drink?"
Mark tried to grab it with both his hands but the round surface of the
bottle combined with the round surface of his useless hands made that
impossible. His aunt finally sat the bottle on the coffee table and
Mark was forced to get up and kneel down to drink it.
"Still think you'll make it three days?" she asked while watching him
struggle to drink.
"I think so, though I am beginning to realize I will be depending on
you for a few things."
"Like what?"
"Getting food ready, for one."
Nancy rolled her eyes. "How is that different than before?"
"I can't eat it."
"Oh, we'll figure something out, it may be messier than usual."
"It is only a few days," Mark said quietly trying to reassure himself.
"Yeah, but I am hoping you don't make it," Aunt Tracy said with a small
smirk on her lips.
Mark looked at his aunt and then at his hands and started to wonder how
difficult this was going to be. "You're going to starve me?"
Aunt Tracy's eyes rolled at the statement. "No, I am not going to
starve you. But I'm not going to let you sleepwalk through the next
three days either. I'll tell you what. Let's watch another show and
I'll get us some dessert."
"I can't eat it," Mark said to his retreating aunt.
"I'll feed you."
Aunt Tracy returned with a queer smile on her face with a bowl of ice
cream in her hand. "Here we go." She sat down next to him on the
couch and dipped the spoon into the creamy confection.
"Uh..." Mark felt odd with the situation. He was like a child being fed
by his mother, his aunt bringing each spoonful to his lips every few
seconds. Occasionally some would dribble down the corner of his mouth
but she would not bother wiping up just letting it drip onto his shirt.
When the bowl was empty Mark was a sticky mess.
"My you are a mess. Why don't you go get cleaned up?"
Mark got up and went to the bathroom but ran into a problem, the round
door knob. After a few attempts with his ovoid hands he finally
managed to squeeze the knob between his elbows and get the door open.
Once inside the bathroom there were other problems, he could not turn
the knobs on the sink to run the water nor could he remove his shirt.
Defeated he finally went back to the kitchen where Aunt Tracy was
waiting.
Tracy looked him over. "Looks like you missed a spot."
"I can't turn on the water or take off this shirt without my hands,"
Mark said with a bit of frustration in his voice.
"Now don't start whining already. Let me help you." Aunt Tracy
grabbed the bottom of his shirt. "Arms up."
Mark raised his arms and his aunt pulled it over his head exposing his
bare chest. "My you are thin, I should give you more dessert to fatten
you up a bit." She grabbed a wash cloth from the sink and proceeded to
wipe his face off. "You don't shave much yet I see."
"I had to shave my upper lip... once," Mark said when his mouth was not
covered by the wash cloth.
"Sure you do," Aunt Tracy grinned. "Go get ready for bed it's late."
Mark left and went back to the bathroom this time closing the door
behind himself with his foot. He approached the toilet needing to
relieve himself and forced his pants down past his hips taking his
underwear with them. He relieved himself but could not get his pants
back up his legs. He stepped out of them but now he was completely
naked. At that moment there came a knock on the door. "Mark do you
need help brushing your teeth?"
Mark froze at the knock but quickly recovered and grabbed a towel
holding it between his hands. The door knob turned and opened. His
aunt's head appeared around the door frame. The towel dangled from
between his hands and covered his crotch but nothing else. Mark's
whole body turned a violent shade of pink.
"Oh, sorry. Do you need a minute?" Aunt Tracy said pulling her head
back to the hallway.
"Uh, I can't get my pants on."
"Hmmm..." his aunt said from the hallway. "We are going to have to do
something different since I can't help you every time you need to use
the toilet."
"Ok..." Mark began. "...but what?"
"I'm going to go fetch something from my room. Try and get that towel
draped over your waist and sit down on the toilet seat. I don't want
to embarrass you but this is going to be harder if you can't handle me
seeing you in your skivvies."
Mark sat down on the toilet seat and pulled on the towel by gripping it
between his trapped hands and arranging it over his waist.
Moments later his aunt arrived by sticking her head through the door.
"Good you managed it. Here." Aunt Tracy stepped into the bathroom
holding a white garment in her hand. She gripped the cloth by the
collar and draped it over her nephew's shoulders. "Ok put your arms in
the sleeves."
Mark felt the cool material across his back and noticed the white
sheen, there were also pink coloration that looked like a pattern of
roses. "This is a girl's robe."
"Yes, I don't have boy's clothes, but you can't wear pants and use the
bathroom at the same time, not unless I help you every time. This robe
maybe a bit feminine but it will protect your modesty and allow you to
use the toilet if you are careful." Aunt Tracy held the robe open.
"Now put your hands in the sleeves."
Mark quickly pushed his arms into the billowing sleeves and allowed his
aunt to pull it closed across his chest. "Ok, I get the reasoning.
But you don't have something less girly?"
"Perhaps, but like I said before, I don't want you to succeed." Tracy
smiled. "Ok, stand up."
Mark stood and the towel fell to the floor. It did not matter since
his aunt was already tying the robe's inner ties. She then pulled the
matching belt snug around his waist tied it firmly at the level of his
navel. Mark glanced in the mirror over his shoulder and saw the large
rose motif printed onto the white silk material. He groaned at the
sight. The collar of the garment create a "V" over his chest and
billowed out enough over the matching silk belt that his body could be
mistaken for belonging to a prepubescent girl.
"Now no whining, you can give up at any time and we'll take those casts
off and you can forget about me teaching you to drive." His aunt was
smoothing the sleeves down his arms. "It is a little large on you."
Mark held out his arms and the sleeves surpassed the ends of his
encased fingers by several inches and the bottom hem of the robe was
tickling the tops of his feet. The silky material felt soft on his
skin, the motion of the gown was creating a familiar stirring in his
loins. Looking down at his feet he noticed a distinct bulge tenting
the front of the robe. Mark's face turned a deeper shade of red, he
hoped his aunt did not notice.
"Alright then." His aunt put her hands on his shoulders and turned him
toward the sink. "Let's get those teeth brushed."
Mark allowed his aunt to brush his teeth and hoped the indignity of
that process would provide an excuse for his redness.
"These sleeves are really long," his aunt said. "Let me tie them off
since you don't need your hands anyway."
Mark allowed his aunt to tie a single knot into the end of each of his
sleeves. "There, you're all ready for bed. Do you think you can find
your way?"
Mark nodded and waited for his aunt to leave before turning away from
the sink since his erection was now undeniable. He sorely wanted to
protest the girly robe he was being forced to wear but any comments he
made would only lengthen the time his aunt would remain with him in the
bathroom and increase the chances of her seeing his arousal, which
would cast doubt on any words of protest.
Mark waited a few moments before peaking his head around the door
toward the living room, no one was around so he quickly moved down the
carpeted hallway toward the guest room where he would be sleeping for
the duration of his visit. He reached for the door and felt the
unyielding fiberglass of the cast material clank against the brass
knob. The technique he used on the bathroom door to squeeze the knob
between the skin of his upper arms and elbows was no longer working
because of the slippery silk fabric that now covered the entirety of
his body save his head and feet. The knot in the end of the sleeves
also kept them from sliding up his arms. The sight of his bare feet
gave him and idea. Mark laid down on the floor and raised his feet to
the knob and used the friction available to him by virtue of his bare
skin on the shiny metal of the knob and managed to turn the knob
easily. He pushed the door open and entered the room.
The well made bed eventually opened its sheets two his slippery oval
hands. He then stopped in surprise at the material glinting back at
him from the light of the bedside lamp. "She changed the sheets?" Mark
said aloud. Shiny ivory-colored sheets covered the bed beneath the
pillowed coverlet. A quick touch with his leg proved that it was
satin, similar to the material of the robe though without the flower
print. There was nothing for him to do except slip his body between
the slippery sheets. It was impossible to pull the sheets around his
body without the use of his hands. And even worse the act of getting
into bed had caused the robe to bunch up around the waist. At that
moment, there came a knock on the door.
His aunt's head poked into the room. "I thought you might need help
getting tucked in, handicapped like you are." She stepped further into
the room. "Oh, looks like I was right."
"No I'm fine," Mark said frantically trying to clamp the coverlet
between his useless hands to cover his still obvious arousal. His
flailing only convinced his aunt that he needed her help.
"Nonsense, let me give you a hand." She came over to the bed and
pulled the sheet up to his chin and carefully tucked it beneath the
mattress pulling the satin tight across his body. Mark quickly used
the stubs of his hands to cover his turgid genitals. His aunt ignored
this however and pulled the coverlet up to his chin repeating the
process she performed with the sheet. "Now the drapes in this room are
quite thin, and the streetlights outside are at an unfortunate angle.
I have a sleep mask in the night stand here, shall I help you?"
"Uh that's ok, I'll be fine."
"You better let me put it on you, and then you can slip it off if you
don't like it. You can't put it on yourself and I won't be able to
help you later. I'm sure you can push it off if you don't like it."
Aunt Tracy reached into the night stand and pulled out an elastic
circle of fabric with two larger circles that were obviously intended
to cover his eyes. Mark twitched his hands to stop her but thought
better of it when he bumped his erection. She placed the sleep mask
over his eyes and adjusted it behind his head. It was a lot tighter
than he expected and slipped comfortably into the depression created by
his eyes and nose. The soft black material blocked all light. "There
we go, I will see you in the morning for breakfast."
Mark heard the door click shut and he raised his hands toward his face
to remove the sleep mask. However, his aunt had tucked in the sheets
and coverlet so securely he could not pull the tuck from between the
mattresses. He slid his hands upward and tried to use his oval-shaped
stumps to move the sleep mask but the elastic band was securely hugging
his head and his hands were slippery enough to defeat him. He thought
he could use the corner of the night stand or bed frame to hook the
sleep mask band in order to pull it off but he could not sit up in bed
due to the tightness of the sheets. With a lot of struggling he would
eventually free himself but exhaustion was overriding his frustration
and the sheets did feel nice. He floated in a cocoon of silky fabric
and the resultant lust mingled with exhaustion kept him from any
serious attempts at freeing himself. Sleep eventually took him.
* * *
"Hey Nancy, it's me Tracy," Tracy said into the phone while lounging
across her bed.
"You'll never believe what happened," Tracy said into the phone and
detailed the events of the evening. "This idea will definitely keep
him occupied over the next few days. I'm sure he was snooping around
my underwear drawer. You were right on that point. And when I helped
him into bed tonight he was definitely aroused."
Tracy listened into the receiver. "No, he won't be wandering around.
I tucked the sheets around him so tightly I doubt he can get out of
bed. Plus I put a sleep mask on him."
Tracy listened a few moments. "Do whatever you want, but don't hurt
him."
* * *
To be continued...
Author's Note:
If you like my writing, I have written other stories with similar
themes under this name. A quick search on the following two websites
will get you there. http://grometsplaza.net/main.html
http://www.tugstories.com/
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