#Surgical kink

[swellsandmoans]

Dragging a newly minted transmasc into a makeshift basement hospital room to give him the top surgery he’s been desperately whining about on his social media vent accounts. He might need a bit of… chemical persuasion, but he understands I ultimately just want what’s best for him. It’s for the good of his psychological welfare. He’ll have to learn to assert himself and stop having such delicate sensibilities eventually.

What do you mean “Let you go”? I thought you said you wanted top surgery? People don’t fake that kind of thing, after all. I know what you really want, deep down. You want a flat chest - you know real men don’t have tits like that. Don’t be so fickle.

Now be a man and stop your sniveling. You shouldn’t need much more than my hand over your mouth to keep you quiet. Quit your crying and squirming unless you want your hands tied to the gurney. If you’re a good enough boy for me while I work up top, I might let you go under when we get to work on bottom surgery. Just try not to ruin the sheets. I hate having to wash them again. Now shut it with all those little whimpers and groans. You’re lucky I’m willing to take a chance on you.

[medfetuk]

Scrubbed up for surgery

[hawkmothpup]

thinking of getting a meatotomy.. imagining how fingerable my cock would be hrnghh <3

[deepwoundvivisection]

I wanna be surgically dissected but not even in a sexy way, I just want the surgeon to really enjoy himself. you understand.

[longhardtransitionreturns]

Author's note: This is birth and medical fiction. It's all fake, just a fantasy. Of course I don't want this to happen to me or anyone in real life.

I'd like to have a high risk twin pregnancy. The type where I have to fight my obstetrician to let me try to give birth vaginally and then they try to insist I have an epidural so they can cut into me without delay if something goes wrong. I'll finally get them to agree to let me try it natural if I am invasively monitored throughout and I understand I'm going under general anesthesia the second things go south.

When the day comes for me to be induced, I change into a hospital gown & follow nurses instructions as they put IV ports in both of my wrists. I'm catheterized -- a situation that isn't made any more pleasant by the twinges already squeezing my middle -- and by the time I'm being strapped into the stirrups for the doctor to swipe my membranes, I'm so trussed up I can barely move.

It's my first pregnancy & I didn't expect it to hurt so much just to be pregnant. My hips have been sore practically the whole nine months, in part because of how heavy and low I am carrying the twins. Baby A practically lodged himself between my hips last week and the pressure has been slowly increasing. My breasts are cumbersome and it's painful to even feel the hospital gown brush against my areolas. By the time the doctor is settling between my legs to start my labor, I'm eager to face whatever delivery holds for me to make this pregnancy end.

I'm singing a whole different tune 16 hours later. Or rather, screaming one at the top of my lungs. I am in the throes of transition and suffering the pinnacle of a truly agonizing labor. Baby A is posterior and the pain in my back has me at the edge of my sanity, especially now that the contractions are lasting for 90 seconds, with barely a minute in between.

I'm incoherent at this point. I'm in so much pain I'm only able to think about surviving the second I am living. I'm minimally aware when the nurses move my aching body back into the stirrups so I can push my son into the world. I bear down at their direction and it feels like my ass is gonna bust when his head plunges down.

What actually happens is his precious posterior facial features lodge against my clit as a desperate push shoves him just past crowning and my poor little nub starts to sting. It feels like it's being ripped off and I'm humiliated to find I'm begging my doctor to save my clitoris while I'm straining a massive baby out of me.

I don't know how long I howl a about the pain in my clitoris but the next thing I know the doctor is roughly pulling the shoulders and then the body out of my hole, tearing me more in the process.

I'm aware that my aching canal is empty for the moment. I don't realize I am gaped so badly my asshole is almost inverted. It stings something fierce as birth fluids continue to pour out of my loose, sopping cunt. I start to cry when I realize I am still going to have to push Baby B through my ruined pussy.

I drift in and out of consciousness, occasionally aware of the sharp stab of a contraction. I wake fully to a nurse tapping my cheek to see if I've passed out. When I force my eyes open, she informs me Baby B isn't face down anymore and the doctor is about to perform an internal version. She tells me to brace myself because it will be uncomfortable.

I didn't fully realize the medical actuality of an internal version was for a grown man to stick his entire grown man hand through my cervix and into my uterus. I'm in such utter agony I barely register that the nurses are holding me down by my arms and where my thighs are not strapped to the stirrups. I am experiencing the most pain I have experienced up to this point in my life and it seems to last forever.

I never stop screaming, even when they put a mask pumping gas over my face to try to give me some relief, but the tenor of my yell changes when something shifts and then I feel something rip deep inside of me.

Suddenly all the pain that has come before pales in comparison to what I am suddenly feeling in my abdomen. It is indescribable burning combined with a sudden sense of dread that takes over my body. I am 100% certain that my reproductive organs just gave way with my daughter trapped inside me and I am going to die if something isn't done very, very soon.

It must only be minutes, maybe not even that long, that I lay there while the medical team catches up to the realization that me and my baby are in mortal danger. Time slows down and I feel the rip in my uterus expanding as the contractions, one on top of another now, injure me more by the second. Despite no medical knowledge, I know instinctively that the renewed flood out of my pussy is blood and I am hemorrhaging, possibly to death.

I am utterly helpless now. Strapped down in stirrups, paralyzed by pain, my strength seeping from me as fast as the blood flowing between my legs. I faintly register the monitors start to alarm as I lose the battle with consciousness and my world goes dark.

*******

I wake up groggy and disoriented on a stretcher being wheeled somewhere. I immediately start to panic because there is a tube down my throat and I am really, brutally aware of a long, deep vertical incision that extends from above my belly button down to my public bone. I swear I can feel the layers upon layers they sliced through to deliver my baby. I won't know until later about the battle the surgeons waged, first to save my life and then to save my fertility.

Right now I am only aware of how much it hurts to be jostled on a stretcher with a massive cut down my middle. When the two male nurses move me into the bed, I plead for unconsciousness as my body is roughly transferred to a bed. My tailbone hits the mattress and reverberates in the form of a sharp pain through my pussy. I've still got a catheter and I feel like every inch down there has been stitched up.

I hope one of these nurses will realize I am aware and therefore in indescribable pain but it seems like the paralytic they gave me before intubating me is the only drug of the cocktail still in effect. I suffer as they lift my hips and put a pillow under my butt. Then they start taking off my hospital gown completely.

My confusion quickly turns to fear as one gloved hand on each side grabs one of my fat titties and starts tugging. Breast pumps are whipped out and the men make quick work of shoving as much of my massive milkers in to each before turning them on simultaneously.

My uterus, even after the brutal surgical repair, still tries to respond to my milk suddenly dropping. The pain of contracting after uterine repair and a cesarean combined with the sudden gush of warm pressure on my aching tits brings tears to my eyes. I must be a strange sight: intubated and naked, massive breasts attached to pumps, with my deflated belly sporting a huge incision hanging above a pussy so bruised and stitched it looks entirely purple.

The elder nurse pats my naked thigh just before he makes to leave. It jostles everything and our eyes meet as I wince at the pain it causes me. A chill runs through my body as I realize he knows I am awake and feeling way more than I should be.

He looks at me the entire time he lubes his gloved fist, a sinister smile on his face. He settles between my legs and pauses to look up at me again.

"I bet you wish you'd had that epidural, huh, dear?"

My vision goes white as I feel his whole fist plunge into my pussy with a force absolutely intended to cause me a fatal amount of pain. My vision goes white and I feel pressure building in my chest as the stitches holding my cervix together start ripping. The last thought I have before I go into cardiac arrest is how I don't want to my last memory to be of being brutally fisted in my obliterated, post-birth pussy while my heart explodes in my chest.

[xpupslxtx]

my tail finally arrived and i was wearing it and laying over his lap while he pet me and fingered me while telling me what a cute and good puppy i am oh my goddddddd

[dads-sicklittlebunny]

[amiharana]

what do you guys think revali and link's love languages are?

for revali, it's absolutely words of affirmation but i'd also like to propose quality time as his "secret" love language. nobody wouldn't expect this stuck up birdie to be a sucker for doing things like flying together or napping in a hammock together, but once you think about it more, it makes more sense. and revali's arrogance and irritation are significantly quelled after getting back from a training session at the flight range or fishing in the hebra plunge with link.

for link, it's most certainly physical touch and i propose his "secret" one as acts of service. i love the headcanon that rito "kiss" by pressing their foreheads together and nuzzling each other or whatever, but i think link is the #1 rito kiss enthusiast. at this point, everyone in rito village has seen link on his tiptoes cupping revali's face in his teeny little hylian hands to initiate a rito kiss and revali's squawking and complaining, but ultimately returns the gesture much to link's delight.

i love the idea of revali braiding and doing hair maintenance on link as part of their nightly routine, or link looking for his weapons because where the fuck did they go until he finds revali in their shared roost, polishing his shields and retying his bow strings, all of his quivers fully stocked of regular and elemental arrows. revali is still quite bristly and blunt, so he's all mumbling embarrassed at being caught doing something sweet for his mate like, "it's incredibly dumbfounding that they still call you the hero of hyrule when your idea of weapon maintenance is sliding your blades against a rock like a bokoblin" or "i see now why you go through bows within a moon as quickly as you eat. you aren't changing your bow strings out and you're just using them until they snap! were i any less disturbingly infatuated with you, i'd dissolve our coupling for such atrocious behaviors." link just smiles at him, fond and warm, and any irritation revali feels dissipates into the air as he returns to the weapons, his feathers ruffling and muttering under his breath.

oop. now i feel like writing fic for this. 😳

[swellsandmoans]

it's going to hurt, i promise you that, but it's necessary if you're going to become a man. the rest of you is still too soft and weak, but we'll take care of that later. i think you'll be surprised by how easy it really is once you accept it.

the shots are just the first step to helping you be a man. a real man. you've already got the parts of you that make you want to be one. but we need to fix them up. with every T shot you're given, you get hungrier, hairier, sweatier. you'll start to grow a beard, too, just like my first boy did when he was growing into his body. fat starts going to your belly instead of your hips and ass. you can hear how your voice deepens gradually in the animalistic noises you make behind the gag in your mouth. you get stronger and i have to switch out your restraints for something heavier when you struggle too hard a few months in.

you get bigger down there, too. you're still fucking tiny, but at least now i can see it when you get hard. you'll feel yourself getting harder each time. i'm not gonna tell you that you won't like it, because i know how you really are inside. before long there will be enough growth to warrant me putting a pump on that pathetic little thing you're calling a dick. you really don't understand what you're missing; no amount of begging is gonna change my mind. i don't care whether you like it, or if it hurts. you'll be able to feel your tdick getting hard and swollen while your whole body is straining against the ropes, struggling to be freed from their bindings. you just have to learn to handle the pain, just like all men do.

don't ever say i didn't try to help you out. i want the best for you, don't forget that.

[hellbraiserart]

Where I End and You Begin

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Another Red Rabbit character, Quincy. A disgraced surgeon and extreme masochist. I haven't sat down and designed his tattoos yet but you bet hes got em

[bunnyboy-juice]

i just took off the big gauze that was covering the biggest wound from this and oh my gd 😵‍💫

[digenerate-trash]

I might be absolutely deranged for this but I think that surgery is the peek of intimacy. like someone being inside of you and literally having their life in your hands. they see the grossest parts of you and they don't shy away. being so close that they can smell your blood. being so gentle with you while they root around in your organs. I'm just.... weak...

[iwantyoutodegrademeplease]

3 13 14

3: Do you have any unusual kinks/fetishes?

I do have a medical kink, something I have a sneaking suspicion isn't the most common kink to have??

13: Is there anybody right now you’d like to have sex with?

I mean, yeah several people.. one of which currently being across the Atlantic lol

14: Do you prefer giving or receiving oral sex?

both? both. I do love giving though, and I'm greedy so I mostly make time to give when having sex😵‍💫

[longhardtransitionreturns]

Flat On Your Back, Again

Content: this is medical fetish fiction about labor, birth, and hysterectomy.

One of the interesting things about recovering women from hysterectomy is that, due to the nature of the procedures, it’s not uncommon for them to wake up feeling sensations like those of labor and birth.

We get a lot of “it feels like back labor!” and “I feel like I am having contractions” from laparoscopic hysterectomy patients as they ride through the gas pains pressing on their new internal incisions.

Vaginal hysterectomy patients are more likely to compare it to delivery. “I feel so heavy down there, like I just gave birth” is a common one. I had a very groggy lady ask me the other day if she ripped more pushing out the second twin because it felt like her butthole had torn. She was 61 and her 36 year old twins were in the waiting room. (Later, when she was only slightly less groggy, she told me it was her son who'd ripped her so bad it made it extremely painful to push his sister through the damage. He looked like he wanted to puke when, as I had her legs spread to remove her catheter, she said I could probably show him the scars from where he tore her up.)

What's fascinating is the sensations of labor and birth are so intense and primal that even women who had their last baby 60 years ago can be thrown right back to that place in the right circumstances, like a little anesthesia and having their insides rearranged with a scalpel.

We had an 88 year-old lady the other day who’d had a radical hysterectomy and she was super out of it. Nothing could convince her the severe bladder spasms weren't contractions and, when her epidural started failing, she told everyone she saw she was in transition. You really haven't seen anything until you've seen an ancient looking lady, who somehow managed to get her legs in the delivery position because she was so convinced a baby was going to be coming out, screaming “I'm crowning, oh God it's too big, pull it out of me!”

That's the nature of the uterus. Whether you use it or lose it, you end up the same way: laid out in a hospital bed, bleeding out of your pussy, and moaning about the pain.

[deepwoundvivisection]

source- about.surgical on instagram

[dads-sicklittlebunny]

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