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I would give your heart a hard stress test to push your heart to the max, once you are done while you are calming down, I would listen to your pounding heart with my stethoscope

I would be strapped to a treadmill, unable to hop off even as my legs feel like they’re on fire.

My chest would feel awfully tight, my heart slamming away against my sternum and lungs that it nearly makes it difficult to breathe.

The electrodes pasted on my glistening, sweaty chest would capture every beat, every throb. The ultrasound camera aimed at my chest would show my perfectly sized heart beating hard and fast and only going faster as you increase the speed.

At that point, the heartbeats would be one single beat and my heart would look more like its vibrating rather than contracting and expanding.

My heart would feel like its giving out but just as its about to, you would shut off the machine. I would be heaving, my eyes nearly rolled to the back of my skull and my breasts shaking from the force of my heartbeats.

And when you finally listen to my heart through the stethoscope, all you’ll hear is my hardworking heart struggling to live.

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Your desire to explore alien life is surpassing the capability of your body, and sending robots down just isn't enough. Thankfully, medical technology and nanotechnology have progressed enough to alter your organs, adapting the gravity and atmospheric pressure of most inhabited planets within a day. Just a few days ago, astronomers confirmed that two massive super-Earths 1200 light-years away are inhabited; not just showing biosignatures, but the surface and satellite rings contain unusual amounts of elemental silicon and metals, a sign of advanced technology, perhaps two worlds colonized by aliens we have yet to know. With 5 and 7 times Earth's gravity, your body can adapt to them with a mechanized G-suit, but any moderate physical activity would send your enlarged and strengthened heart slamming violently in your comparatively small chest cavity. While waiting for the data from the probe sent to collect more information from those planets, you can't help but imagine what the aliens there would look like, and how they would think of you when they see you struggling to survive on a planet they have already settled in.

It didn’t take too long but soon enough all the necessary data had been collected. Inputting this into the G-suit, I bring the ship down towards a shoreline by a great lake.

The moment I stepped foot outside, I could already feel the strain of the environment on my body.

The nanobots flowing in my circulatory system would need time to help my heart and lungs adapt but I’ll live.

Or I hope so.

Every step out onto this new planet brought more of the intense gravity down upon my body.

The G-suit is doing its job, protecting me from the brunt, but still I can feel how my enlarged and strong heart pounds inside my ribcage as it tries to adapt to the gravitational forces. It felt like a heavy book was slowly pressing down upon my heart, slowly crushing the chambers sending my heart into overdrive.

Still, I can’t help but be curious. I start to run and this sends my heart into spasms as the gravity and stress puts it through its paces. The heart monitor in the corner of my eye blares, showing my BPM shooting up towards 180 BPM in seconds.

My chest shakes with each pound, like my heart is attempting to punch its way out of my chest like an alien creature, slamming against the sternum.

I skid to a stop but my heart only beats faster shooting to 200 BPM. Shit. I might have overdone it.

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Probably strap you to a table, arms up above your head, EKG monitor on your chest. Once you'd been fully prepared (sedated, chest cracked open, pulsing, pumping viscera laid open for me), you'd be brought back to full consciousness with a heavy pain blocker. You'd be able to feel everything but the pain receptors in your brain would be turned off. I'd proceed to use medical gauze to wrap your pulsing, heaving heart to my throbbing cockhead, and then using a combination of drugs, shocks, end electrical stimuli, heartfuck you as you lay there helpless, the beeping of the EKG growing ever more frantic as your helpless, quivering pump coaxes a powerful orgasm from my veiny, blood-engorged shaft.

The clear loud beating and wet squelches of my exposed heart would definitely be the first thing I hear when I wake up, sending a dose of adrenaline to my heart making it beat faster in excitement.

When you wrap your cock around my heart, I definitely would be straining against my restraints moaning as my heart slaps away at your hard shaft.

And then comes the torture. Oh my heart would be put through the ringer and it would beat faster and harder until it looks like a hummingbird’s wings.

My heart would definitely change in shape and size as you torment it, and as you finally come, my heart might just fibrillate and quiver sending you into damage control to get it beating again.

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Oh yeah it felt incredible! I was winded and I had to stop several times to catch my breath. During those stops, I could feel my heart punching against my sternum.

Just worked out by running. Damn, my heart was pounding hard and my neck pulse was throbbing.

I could feel my heart slamming against my sternum and my chest felt tight.

Even now, resting and relaxing, my heart still remains slightly elevated and beating a tad hard.

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Just worked out by running. Damn, my heart was pounding hard and my neck pulse was throbbing.

I could feel my heart slamming against my sternum and my chest felt tight.

Even now, resting and relaxing, my heart still remains slightly elevated and beating a tad hard.

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Hey fellow cardiophiles,

Send me some of your asks of what you’d do to my heart be it in a medical setting, scifi setting or any setting of your choosing!

Go on, I’m all ears

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We found out that your artificial heart is falling apart. What kind of new artificial heart do you want? A new cheap artificial heart or a secondhand good brand artificial heart?

I could go with the good brand but seeing that its secondhand makes me question it. Why would such a nice brand allow the sale of secondhand artificial hearts? Unless it must be damaged.

So I opt for the cheaper option. It may give me some scares and maybe one day it may fail but at least it lasts just a bit longer.

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After your heart transplant, you discovered that the new heart you received was not entirely human. It had been retransplanted from another recipient, but its origin was far more extraordinary—it belonged to an ancient humanoid, an Elf. However, the heart does not beat on its own within your body. Instead, a machine powered by a battery envelops the heart, applying pressure to keep it functioning.

The heart, originally from the Elf who now remains in a coma inside a cryogenic pod, is being used as a test subject. Researchers seek to understand whether the Elf's power and mana—believed to reside in the heart, the core of the ancient being's abilities—can flow through a human body. It remains to be seen whether the heart will accept you as its new host.

Truth be told, I thought the doctor was joking when he told me that my new heart belonged to an Elf. What’s even crazier is how this battery implanted inside my chest right below my sternum is keeping it beating instead of itself.

That night I couldn’t sleep, my hand simply over my stitches feeling the heart within artificially beat.

But soon exhaustion creeped up onto me and I found myself sleeping blissfully unaware that within my chest, mana was starting to accumulate within the heart and flowing and flooding throughout my body.

But a human body isn’t accustomed to such power and soon enough the mana short circuits the battery and I sink into massive cardiac arrest.

As the machines around me blare their alarms, the medical team rushes in and proceed to get this heart beating again as soon as possible.

Will it beat again? You decide.

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You're simply sitting at a cafe when you see a stranger holding a doll that oddly looks like you. They cut it with a small knife and you suddenly feel a pain down your own chest. You hurry to the bathroom and hide in a stall to privately lift your shirt and find your chest was somehow split wide open. You're staring right at your heart, out of its pericardium and racing between your lungs. The room is filled with the wet squelching of your frantic pump, and you suddenly feel an invisible force pressing against the muscle from below.

I wanted to scream but it was like my vocal chords had been ripped out. The only noise is my thudding, squelching heart and I choke as this invisible force wraps around my exposed heart. I rush inside the cubicle, locking it shut as I try to find the source of this force to no avail.

All I can do is watch my pounding heart be squeezed and fondled as my lungs rapidly fill and empty, cushioning it.

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In the ancient era, amid the fierce and eternal war between angels and demons, you, an angel of ethereal grace, met your demise. Your body, once a vessel of divine power, was almost entirely obliterated, leaving only your heart, blood, and wings as remnants of your celestial essence.

In her unwavering devotion, your most loyal human, the venerable arch lady, sought to preserve your power. Knowing that your heart harbored immense strength and ancient magic, she resolved to safeguard it within her own being. Thus, she undertook the sacred ritual of removing her heart and placing yours within her chest, ensuring your power would endure.

This noble act began a cycle of inheritance, whereby the heart of an angel would be passed from one arch lady to the next upon reaching a certain age. For countless generations, this tradition continued, with your heart beating steadily, bestowing blessings and strength upon each successor.

Through the passage of millennia, your heart remained a symbol of resilience and divine favor, silently witnessing the rise and fall of empires, the ebb and flow of time. It was not until one fateful day, within the chest of the current arch lady, that your consciousness and soul were reawakened.

The bond of unwavering loyalty and sacrifice rekindled your essence. Your heart, which had been beating for thousands of years, now returned to you, a testament to the dedication and reverence of your followers. This miraculous return heralded a new era, where you once again walked among the mortal realm, guided by the legacy of devotion and the enduring power of your heart.

This fantasy piece sounds amazing! Just right up my alley.

With my power awakened, my body would have regenerated but the only thing missing would be my heart. All that’s left is to remove it from the current arch lady and place my heart back in its rightful owner.

But that still wouldn’t be enough. It had stopped momentarily during the removal and with a couple of squeezes and shocks, my heart would beat anew and I would wake once more.

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What would you do if you were told that your heart is dying, but you can have a heart transplant to save yourself. What would you do? Stay with your current dying heart or get a new one?

I would wait until the last minute to feel every agonizing beat of my dying heart. Only when I sink into cardiac arrest will I let my dead heart be removed and the new one transplanted.

I would want to watch a video of the whole surgery, especially when they are attempting to restart it.

I would wake up to feel the new beats within me and I would do tests on it to get it beating harder and faster.

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I want rip your heart, like an aztec sacrifice

Snatched off the streets and a rag of chloroform to my face, I would wake up to find myself naked and strapped down on a stone altar.

Wrists and ankles tied down the sides of the altar leaving my back arched and exposing my heaving chest.

My heart would be racing like mad, especially when I see you approaching with a dagger. And it would only pound harder as you slice my chest open, remove my sternum and peel away the pericardium.

Adrenaline, terror and pain would be a potent mixture for my little heart that its beats would become indistinguishable.

What would you do then? Cup it in your hand just to feel its beats? Gently stroke it? Or just grab it, squeeze it and tear it out in one go?

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i am aroused about your true dark cardio passion...

i am as well addicted into dark cardiophilia, studied some chapter medicine,to use the most forbidden and unusual methodes,included drugs and medics,to expand the usual borders ,far beyond the usual imaginable....could really imagine ,to invite you into exceptional dark cardio sessions and more...

you could reach me for example through tlgrm @Orange_Acoustics

exciting thoughts from MT

How exciting! Please do share these deep, dark trade secrets to selectively torture my heart with. I would love to hear them

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hope you're into trans guys, too, because your heart shortly exposed and then pounding way up my boy cunt sounds like heaven

Hey! Oh that sounds heavenly. I wouldn’t mind either way haha.

It would be complete bliss to have that experienced, just my exposed heart hammering on a wet boy cunt.

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Imagine the barrel of a single shot pistol snuggled tight under your left breast, directly on the PMI. The entire gun bounces as your heart pushes on the barrel, awaiting the solitary bullet to be fired, straight through and precise...

Oh it would be racing so hard that the entire gun would be shaking from each hard beat of my heart. As I hear the safety click off, my heart would thrust out even faster and if you were to fire that bullet, it would pierce that red pulsing muscle of mine so deep, sending blood gushing out and wrenching my heart apart.

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I strap you to a chair, and insert a needle between your pericardium and myocardium. I attach the needle to a slow drip IV slowly filling your heart cavity with water. Increasing the pressure against it's pulses. How much water can you take? How long do you last?

My heart would definitely fight back, the beats becoming more muffled as the volume of water increases. My chest would be aching as it desperately thuds, skipping harder and more often. And just as the pericardium is about to burst, that’s when my heart gives out.

So now you may start compressions but that of course has the risk of bursting the pericardium and damaging my heart. Unless you cut me open and try to save my heart with your own hands.

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Two guns, a knife, and a sword are pointed directly at your busty chest, specifically your heart. What are you doing in that moment,and what is your heart doing? A long paragraph would be nice.

I don’t know what happened. I had been walking and the next thing I know I was strapped in a chair, my arms tied behind me and my legs as well.

I also noticed that I am naked and that there are EKG leads littered all over my chest, the monitor beeping rapidly. When I saw the guns, knife and sword, my heart skipped. Hard.

It starts to race, my left breast shaking from the thundering beats behind my ribs. As they draw closer, my heart would only gallop and skip more often. Especially when the safety of the guns click off.

At that point my heart would be leaping and thrusting against my sternum that my chest would ache. If my heart were to be pierced, no doubt my heart would rend itself in two from the force of the beats of my heart.