#immobilization

[genderstormwrites]

Secrets in the Cellar

By every metric, the date had been a spectacular one. For a random pairing on a dating app, Kels seemed to be an incredible woman, far surpassing the low expectations you tended to have on these kinds of dates. She had been thoughtful and attentive as you spoke about yourself throughout dinner. She knew just what to say to keep a conversation going, or when to pivot into telling a story about herself that kept you gripped. You had so many interests in common, from movies to games to hiking and baking. After dinner you went on a walk, got ice cream, and finally, she'd invited you over to her place.

What you had not expected, as you pulled up to her property, was the sizeable home that Kels inhabited. "You live here all alone?" You stared up at the two-story historical home, the size of it all flooring you. You were used to dates bringing you back to cramped apartments, often with one or more roommates to boot. This was a fascinating change of pace.

She hesitated, for a moment, before replying. "Yeah, just me. I bet you think it's awfully big, right? How can I afford something like this? Well, it was actually my friend's house. Or more accurately, her grandmother's. It's a long story, that I'd love to tell you sometime. Let's get inside and I can make some coffee."

You followed Kels inside, fascinated by the Victorian home as you passed through the foyer and into the den. "Please, make yourself at home. I'll get a pot started and- oh drat. I gotta grab a spare bag from the cellar. I'll be back in a few."

You nodded, allowing your date to walk off down a hallway as you admired the pictures and knick-knacks lining the room. The furniture and decor felt archaic. Perhaps Kels had neglected to update things when she received the house from... her friend's grandmother? That sure seemed like quite the story...

As a few minutes passed, a loud crash could be heard from below. A noise from the cellar. Perhaps Kels had dropped something? You peeked around the corner of the hallway to spot the door to the stairs leading down, fully open. The cellar was dark, and as you peeked down the stairs, it seemed no one was down there.

"Hey, Kels!? Are you okay?" A thick silence radiated up the stairs and chilled your skin, goosebumps running up your arms. What if something had happened? What if your date had been injured, or worse? You decided an investigation was in order, and began creeping down the steps.

The further you got into the darkness, the more the dank basement seemed to crawl under your skin. You tried your best to find a light switch, but there seemed to be nothing along the wall as the darkness swallowed you. From behind, the door leading upstairs closed, and you turned with a jump. Now in pitch blackness, you attempted to turn around fully and re-ascend the stairs to the top, but the next step you took led downwards, further into the cellar.

That's odd, you thought, surely you were going back the way you came? But in the darkness, every step seemed to lead down, drawing you into the cavernous maw beneath the old home. By this point, you were far less concerned with finding Kels as you were with returning alive. You weren't sure if you believed in ghosts before entering the home, but now they were certainly on your mind.

The further you descended into the cellar, the more you noticed your movements slowing. Almost imperceptibly at first, but before long, you began to feel the drag against your body as impossibly thin threads tangled in your hair and through your clothes. They began clumping - cobwebs clinging to every inch of you as you continued aimlessly forward.

Driven by fear and unquantifiable persistence, you pressed forward, allowing the webs to coat you as you pressed further down into the infinite cellar. After what felt like hours, a light became visible in the distance. You followed it, pushing through the resistance of the webbing around you, and rushed forward to a small room, dimly lit by a candle on a tall holder.

And there, in the room, stood your date. Kels was entirely nude, her eyes empty and jaw slack, as she turned to you. She, too, was covered in webbing, but also something wet and slimy. A viscous coating that, on further inspection, seemed to have slicked the floor in this strange room as well.

"Kels, thank god you're okay! What's going on!? What is this place!? Kels?" The woman barely responded to your pleas as you felt your body hoisted up in the webbing and spun quickly. You barely noticed her body as she twisted you around. Her legs moved swiftly and silently as they wrapped you in more and more of her webs. Finally, when your body was entirely immobilized in thick webs, her face descended into view.

Her features were largely human - a nude woman's body with large perky breasts and a soft, chubby tummy. Her mouth curled into a fanged smile as her nostrils flared and the dozens of black eyes on her face stared into you. Her long, pointed ears twitched and her dark hair dangled just above you as she stared with a smile on her face. Before you could react, she lunged forward and bit your arm, then your other arm, and instantly you felt a numbing sensation spread through your body.

"So this is your offering to me, little one? This human?" The spider woman spoke in a hissing tone, appraising you as she called down to what was once your date.

"Yes, mistress. This one seemed most promising."

"As a meal, or as breeding fodder?" The curiosity in the spider's voice struck fear in your heart even as your chest lost feeling and your body grew limp in your webbed restraints.

"Whatever suits you, my lady. Though I am inclined to recommend breeding this one, if I may."

The spider's attention shifted. She crawled down the ceiling and walls, allowing you to witness her 8 monstrous legs and enormous, bulbous abdomen as she closed in on Kels's wet, nude form. "And what makes you say that, my puppet? This human looks awfully tasty. You've been bringing me lackluster meals lately. This one seems far more substantial."

Kels did not react as the spider's face closed in on her, thick strands of saliva dripped onto her shoulders and cheek, but she paid them no mind. She replied, staring emotionlessly forward, "If you desire a meal, then by all means, she is your catch. And if you still hunger, you may have my flesh as well. But if it is a healthy brood you seek, then this human's fertile body shall be the perfect incubator."

Despite the feeling in your body being almost entirely gone, chills ran down your spine. This whole situation was unfathomable. A meal? Breeding fodder? A brood? Surely this was all a dream. Surely you would wake up at any moment. Perhaps you had fallen asleep on your date. Or maybe the whole date was a dream, too. At this rate, anything to prevent the fates that seemed to dangle ahead, completely out of your control.

The spider considered these words, looking back up at you, her prey. "Perhaps you are right. And perhaps I shall have my brood. As always, your willingness to serve me in any way is appreciated. I knew I chose wisely when selecting my nestwife. But there is something else, here. You do not speak the entire truth. So tell your wife, lest I devour you here and now, what it is you are hiding."

Kels hesitated, suddenly fear and uncertainty entered her eyes. She quickly composed herself, took a deep breath, and spoke as evenly as she could. "I'm sorry, my wife. I did not mean to withhold the truth from you I just... I found this one quite attractive. It is never my decision what you do with the meat I bring you, but as I lured it here, I imagined it full of your eggs, and the sight was beautiful. I imagined myself, beside it, filled with your brood as we relished in your gifts and it made me quiver with excitement."

The spider smiled, her lips approaching her wife's ear so close that her warm breath made the woman shiver. "Very good, my puppet. Thank you for being honest with your queen. Now, you may cum, pet."

And instantly, Kels fell to her knees, shuddering in pleasure. The quiet movements of the spider approached you once again as she climbed back up to your home on the ceiling. "Good news, meat. My wife has convinced me to spare your life, for now, so I must prepare you for your new life as my incubation sac. By now you must already know that your body no longer feels or responds to anything. That is, unless I tell it to. Why don't you speak to me, little one?"

At once, your mouth began to move as she allowed it. "Please, please! Let me go! I won't tell anyone! I won't do anything! I'll forget this ever happened. Just ple-" "Silence," She commanded, and your body obeyed. Whatever venom coursed through your veins now gave her so much power over you. Tears streamed to your eyes. "Your fate has been sealed, little puppet. You never had a chance. Now open wide." Your mouth stretched on its own, sweat dripping down your neck as you watched the queen reposition, her abdomen pointed at your face. Slowly, a long tube began emerging from her underside, creeping towards you open mouth. As hard as you tried to close it, you had no choice but to allow the ovipositor to slide into your maw and up against the back of your throat. You felt like gagging, but nothing responded. Your muscles relaxed as several large lumps began traveling along the tube before moving into your mouth and towards the back of your throat.

All the while, you could feel your body changing. The webs fused with your skin as your old form dissolved away. As the first egg entered your stomach, something felt different from within, as your body seemed to cradle and warm the egg as though that were its entire purpose. Another egg slipped through the elongated tube and into your throat, your body seeming to massage and welcome it down. Tears welled in your eyes as your flesh molded to accept these gifts from the spi- from your queen. What a horror it wa- what an honor it was to be changing into her incubator.

Minute after minute, eggs slipped through your mouth and into your body. You were ready to protect them. To serve your queen as her brood approached. You graciously accepted her gifts as your body melded into the room around you. Incubators do not need to move. Do not need to think. All your pleasure could be derived from the subtle movements in her eggs. The beauty of her visage was staggering.

And all the while, Kels watched you with fond and envious eyes. Though just an hour ago, you'd viewed her role in this as a betrayal, it was now clear that it was a gift. She had seen such promise in you, and you would not fail her. You would not fail your mistress. You would not fail her brood. You smiled around the ovipositor, grateful for all Kels had given you. A lovely date, and a glorious new purpose.

[lactation-r-us]

Calling All Feedees!!!! Let’s feed you fatter!

[whats-in-a-sentence]

These will include interconversions between various inorganic and organic species of the element in the soil, leaching of soluble forms, immobilization by ion exchange or other adsorption processes on the solid soil phases, and biological uptake by micro- or macro-organisms (Fig. 1.6).

"Environmental Chemistry: A Global Perspective", 4e - Gary W. VanLoon & Stephen J. Duffy

[drchristophedelongsblog]

Shoulder dislocation and instability: a more in-depth approach

Simplified anatomy of the shoulder

To better understand these pathologies, it is useful to know the main elements of the shoulder joint:

the humeral head: the upper end of the arm bone (humerus), which articulates with...

Glenoid: rounded cavity of the shoulder blade.

Joint capsule: envelope that surrounds and stabilizes the joint.

Ligaments: fibrous structures that reinforce the capsule and limit movement.

Rotator cuff: group of muscles that ensure shoulder stability and rotation.

Mechanisms of dislocation In a dislocation, the humeral head protrudes from the glenoid, resulting in a loss of contact between the two articular surfaces. Anterior (forward) dislocations are the most common. Risk factors for instability :Repetitive trauma: micro-trauma associated with sporting activities (volleyball, handball, etc.). Ligament laxity: a certain genetic predisposition can lead to looser ligaments. Defects in coaptation: a malformation of the glenoid joint can lead to dislocation. Rotator cuff lesions: muscle weakness can impair shoulder stability.

Types of instability :Traumatic instability: linked to a specific event (fall, shock). Atraumatic instability: occurring without apparent cause, often linked to ligament laxity. Recurrent instability: repeated dislocations. Multidirectional instability: the shoulder may dislocate in several directions.

Diagnosis Diagnosis is based on

Clinical examination:

look for pain,

limitation of movement,

crepitus (cracking sound),

laxity.

Imaging examinations

X-rays, MRI, arthro-MRI to visualize lesions.

Treatment The choice of treatment depends on the severity of the instability, the patient's age and activities. It may combine :

Reduction of the dislocation: manual maneuver to restore the humeral head.

Immobilization: splint or sling to relieve pain and allow healing.

Physiotherapy: to strengthen muscles and restore mobility.

Surgery: in cases of recurrent instability or significant injury, various surgical techniques may be considered to stabilize the joint (ligament repair, lateroplasty, etc.).

Possible complications

Early osteoarthritis: premature wear of articular cartilage.

Nerve damage: axillary or supra-scapular nerve damage.

Joint stiffness: if immobilization is too prolonged or if rehabilitation is inadequate.

In short, shoulder dislocation and instability are pathologies that can be very disabling. Early diagnosis and appropriate treatment are essential to restore normal shoulder function.

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[fattyytt]

Little bit too chubby now 😬

[juicyangelbbwblog]

Come stuff this belly till I can’t walk

[hungrylittlepig]

It's getting so fat n juicy 😏😈🍑💕

[obese-belly-adventure]

I think that's the most I've ever eaten in public in one sitting, and it took me almost an hour before I could stand up and leave. I couldn't tug my t-shirt down enough to cover myself and had to walk out with my belly on display. I was trying not to moan while walking downstairs; I was so stuffed. Each step I took sent a powerful wave through me as if my overstuffed insides were ready to burst at any moment.

It was truly a moment of profound embarrassment whenever people climbed the stairs, their gazes locked onto my rounded, bloated gut. I could feel their eyes darting toward me, scrutinizing every inch of my form, and it made my cheeks flush with shame. I couldn't shake the feeling that everyone was silently judging me for my size, their stares adding to the weight of my own self-consciousness. To combat the awkwardness, I instinctively supported the gut from below, attempting to keep it steady and minimize any swaying that might draw even more attention.

[pgipie]

fattened

[gertrudegluttony]

Still Meaty And Cute ☺️🥩

[whats-in-a-sentence]

Being able to move and do something to protect oneself is a critical factor in determining whether or not a horrible experience will leave long-lasting scars.

"The Body Keeps the Score: Mind, brain and body in the transformation of trauma" - Bessel van der Kolk

[isabellypiggy]

Its getting hefty yall

[nadyabbwpiggy]

♥️

[bacchuschucklefuck]

truly this one's just for me. I can do what I want foreverrr

[fattyytt]

I think I over did it 😩