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[morganpdf]

being the only fat one in your family is soooo. truly something <3

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[goldyke]

LAP Bands should be illegal

This post is going to deal with medical fatphobia, weight loss surgery, coercion, emetophobia, food issues, disordered eating, and just all around bad shit. But it’s important.

Shortly after I reached adulthood, I was coerced into weight loss surgery. I weighed about 250 pounds and was considered morbidly obese.

The Lap Band is a disgrace to the medical profession and is just another example of how the medical profession does not care about the lives of fat people.

To preface this: the surgery works. I lost 70 pounds and people treated me differently and I hated them all for it.

The Lap Band made my life miserable. When it was filled, I could not eat until noon without getting stuck. Even then, getting stuck was always a risk. There was a strict diet to follow and you were supposed to be safe from that if you followed it. On top of that, there were rules for how you ate. One standard I saw was not to eat in bites larger than your fingernail. Can you see yourself doing that for a week, let alone years and years?

Getting stuck is a horror you can't imagine. The food lodges in the top of your stomach, blocking off your system. You continue to produce saliva and swallow it down. Slowly, the mucous in your saliva builds up. It feels like you're drowning. Eventually, you have to essentially throw it all up. A disgusting experience (and a mortifying one if you're in public.) The saliva is thick and ropy. This experience is often called "sliming" on the forums.

I became frightened of eating in public. In a way, I became frightened of food altogether. I knew something had to give the day I reacted to someone biting a hamburger in a tv show the way a regular person would react to a killer jumping out in a horror movie. I developed the disgusting and unhealthy habit of chewing and spitting out food. I completely lost my enjoyment of many foods I had previously enjoyed because of how problematic they were (I can no longer enjoy a chicken thigh for example.) I stopped eating meals and began grazing. I developed eating habits worse than the ones that "made me fat"

After 3 years, I had the band emptied of fluid, which significantly decreased, but did not stop, these problems. I regained the weight, and found it didn't bother me. (Along the way I discovered that my discomfort with my body had never been weight related)

I had my band removed after 6.5 years earlier this year. I am in a support group on facebook for victims of this malpractice. There are 5.6 thousand members, each with their own horror stories. Some of them cannot get the band removed because insurance will not cover the procedure, though they happily covered the band's placement. Some have tried to go through with removal but have had surgeons try to coerce them into getting a different weight-loss surgery instead of just removing it. Many have long-term damage from the band eroding the walls of their stomach or esophagus, or from the band adhering to multiple organs. Many of them had the band for 12-14 years, before removal because none of our doctors told us it needs to be removed within 10.

Many practices no longer perform Lap Band surgery and now believe it is unethical. The surgeon who removed my band still performs this surgery regularly.

A study performed in 2011 with 151 lap band patients, found that 22% of patients experienced minor complications and 39% experienced major complications. The person who coerced me into surgery actually experienced major complications and needed an emergency removal.

I experienced no serious complications. Everything I described above is considered normal. And It still drastically lowered my quality of life.

I don't know why I'm sharing this or who I'm sharing it for, but here I am. If you know anyone considering the lap band surgery, don't let them go through with it without knowing the truth. And please be kinder to your body than the medical profession wants you to be.

[tipsynight0]

Anatomy of affection

Parings - eyeless Jack x female reader

Word count - 1.1k

TRIGGER WARNINGS - medical procedures, surgery, graphic descriptions of blood and organs, use of paralytics, body horror, gore, blood, cannibalism, descriptions of anatomy and dissection.

Summary - (y/n) is giving Jack a snack.

Author's Note: Not sure why I enjoyed writing this so much, but explaining it to my boyfriend and watching him look at me like I'm the freakiest thing he's ever seen was... interesting. Anyway, if you're squeamish about organs or cannibalism, maybe skip this one! <3

The cold metal table pressed unyieldingly against (Y/N)'s back, its chill seeping through her skin, heightening her awareness of her immobility. She lay paralyzed, her gaze locked on her lover, Jack, who moved with deliberate, practiced grace across the dimly lit room. The acrid scent of alcohol hung thick in the air, a hasty attempt at sterilization given his scarce supplies. Beside an operating tray, Jack's hands skimmed over his instruments, lingering briefly before selecting each one, his fingers brushing the tools with an expert's familiarity. He listened intently to the rhythmic pulse in (Y/N)'s neck, sensing her heart beating faster.

He leaned close, his calloused fingers tracing a gentle path over her stomach, claws lightly grazing her skin. "Don't worry," he murmured, his voice soft yet intense, "I know what I’m doing." Despite herself, (Y/N) let out a nervous laugh, nodding ever so slightly. She attempted to wiggle her toes, flex her hands—anything—but her body remained numb, just as Jack had planned with the precise dose of vecuronium. This moment was one they'd prepared for, an experience she had willingly chosen.

As her eyes adjusted to the dim light, she took in her surroundings—the familiar concrete walls lined with shelves of carefully arranged medical supplies and the slight glint of tools on the nearby tray. Jack seemed engrossed in his setup, double-checking every item with a meticulousness she recognized and loved. He finally pulled off his mask, revealing his grey skin and the unmistakable gleam in his eyes. One of his many tongues darted out to moisten his lips, a glint of hunger flashing across his face. She watched, captivated, as he inspected the monitor, satisfied that her vitals remained steady. Just in case, he had an Ambu bag at the ready, a trophy from one of their nighttime scavenging trips to abandoned clinics. They had both invested in this, carefully planning each aspect of this night.

Jack leaned in to press a kiss to her forehead, lingering briefly before he grasped his scalpel. "Alright, baby," he said with a smile that, despite its toothy sharpness, held a tenderness she trusted, "it’s time." His hand moved to her face, cupping it gently. His surgical gloves snapped into place, and his fingers began to trace a path down her abdomen, a silent promise of care. When he made the first incision, (Y/N) could only assume it had happened; her body remained numb, yet she could sense his excitement. Jack’s tongue flicked out, practically salivating as he worked, pausing only to press gauze to the incision and lap up the blood with reverence.

"Everything going good down there?" (Y/N) asked, her voice wavering but full of curiosity.

Jack nodded, casting her a reassuring glance. "Yes, darling. You’re doing great." For a rare moment, a look of genuine expression crossed his face—a mix of pride and fascination.

"Did you enjoy being a medical student?" she asked quietly, trying to break the silence that seemed to press down on them.

He chuckled softly, the sound rolling through the room as he continued to focus on removing layers of fat and tissue with precise, careful cuts. "It was… fine," he murmured, his brow furrowing as he concentrated. "I just wanted to help people." For a moment, his mind drifted to those less careful procedures he'd performed in the past, crude and impersonal compared to this. This was different; this was for her. Every detail mattered, every movement was intentional. She was his priority, and he’d take hours to ensure her recovery.

The procedure continued, his hands working methodically as he navigated around muscles, vessels, and organs. With skilled precision, he reached the ureter and blood vessels before finally removing the kidney. Holding it up triumphantly, he allowed himself a brief, reverent pause, admiring its color and texture. (Y/N) felt a shiver race up her spine, offering him a shy, almost giddy smile.

"It’s beautiful," he breathed, his voice filled with admiration. "The scent is… intoxicating." He placed the kidney into a basin of ice, his attention undivided as he resumed his work. The following hours passed in quiet conversation and careful stitching. His words were soothing, his lips occasionally grazing her forehead as he worked his way through the final sutures. "Almost done, darling," he whispered, his voice rich with affection.

At last, with a sigh of satisfaction, Jack pulled off his gloves, his fingers finding her face as he leaned down, pressing soft kisses along her cheeks, forehead, and neck. "Alright, alright, go eat," she laughed, flushed from his touch.

Jack sighed, nodding, but his gaze shifted to the basin, where her kidney lay on ice. Slowly, he lifted it, placing it in a pristine white bowl, adding a dash of salt and pepper. Seated near her, he picked up his scalpel and fork, slicing through the jelly-like texture. She watched, utterly fascinated as he lifted the fork, inhaling deeply, savoring the scent of iron and freshness. This was not just any organ—it was hers, a part of her.

He tilted his head back slightly, letting the first bite linger on his tongue, savoring it fully. A low, appreciative groan escaped him. "You taste… perfect," he whispered, his eyes dark with satisfaction.

(Y/N) bit her lip, captivated by his enjoyment, as he tried to maintain some semblance of decorum while eating but couldn’t help himself. Each bite was savored as though he were tasting something divine. Once finished, he leaned over her, his tongues intertwining with hers, the taste of iron and warmth flooding her senses. She gripped his sweater, pulling him closer.

Pulling back, he whispered, "I love you," his hands cradling her face as he pressed his forehead against hers. "Don’t worry; I’m going to take good care of you for the next few weeks."

[cowboywithacunt]

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This blog is an 18+ only kink/nsfw blog. I'm going to be posting explicit text and images. Please be aware that some of my kinks may be triggering to others! A full list of my kinks and limits are under the cut.

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🐎 I'm Harvey! 22, transgender (FtM), he/him, bisexual, country boy who's learned to embrace it as a thing people are into lol. Currently living on the west coast, originally from Georgia. I'm fat and hairy and masc, take it or leave it. 5'5". Deer boy tbh 🦌

🐄 I'm strictly masc, have been on T for about 4 years, and I got top surgery done last summer. I don't have bottom surgery, and probably never will.

🐎 I'm happy to be a dom or sub for any and all genders! I enjoy both roles equally. Same goes for topping and bottoming. I'm about as versatile as a guy can get!

🐄 Asks and dms are open to anyone who's interested!

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KINKS, FETISHES, ETC ;

🐎 CNC; includes rape play, dubcon, somnophilia, intoxication, primal play, and kidnapping.

🐄 Fauxcest; may include some ageplay elements, such as MILFs/DILFs, cougars, etc.

🐎 Humiliation and degradation; includes exhibitionism, voyeurism, pet play, free use, force fem/masc, misgendering, and detrans.

🐄 Monster fucking; werewolves, vampires, tentacles, you get the picture. May include non-human genitalia references.

🐎 BDSM; mostly pertains to bondage, but some light impact play might also be present. Nothing beyond spanking or slapping!

🐄 Overstimulation and understimulation; too many orgasms and not enough orgasms. Edging included in this.

🐎 Breeding; including impregnation of others, not of myself.

🐄 Misc; wilderness sex, cowboys/rednecks, putting city assholes in their place, T4T, bears, butches, sex toys, fighting for dominance, light gun/knife play, medical settings, older men/women, trans supremacy, furries, leather. Open to trying new things!

🐎 I do not tag any of these on reblogs! If you genuinely cannot stomach one or more of these things, just do your mental health a favor and don't follow me. Keep yourself safe!

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🐎 Heavy blood, gore, death, necrophilia.

🐄 Scat, watersports, emetophilia. Very light omorashi stuff is fine.

🐄 Choking, beating.

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🐄 Race play; if someone wants to call me a stupid little white boy or something, that's fine, but anything even edging towards white supremacy isn't cool with me

🐎 It's okay if you're into the above things! I won't yuck somebody's yum. You can follow and interact. Just please don't send me asks or dms involving those kinks, and be aware that I may not follow back if you post a lot of one of these.

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If you're not sure about something, just ask! I don't bite!

[scientia-rex]

Hallo!! I really appreciate your blog and how open and invested you are in wellbeing outside of medical fatphobia and other ways medicine as an institution can suck. It's also great to see a humanized side of working in medicine, so thank you for your openness :) You mentioned recently not prescribing bariatric surgery to patients except in rare, specific cases. If you have time and energy, would you be able to share a little more about what you think about bariatric surgery when those particular conditions aren't present? Also please feel free to ignore this ask if you're not up for it. Hope you have a great day! 🌸🌼🌺

When someone is fat to the point where they can't do daily activities of living like dressing themselves, walking, etc., then bariatric surgery probably has a place.

However, bariatric surgery has risks. Lots of them. To start with, there's the on-the-table risks. These are a lot lower than they used to be--anesthesia in this day and age is incredibly safe. Getting to bariatric surgery is challenging for most patients, as insurance in the US will typically only work with a few centers that have wrap-around teams including the surgeons but also other specialists, especially nutritionists. So lots of patients go to Mexico. I haven't had a single one of my own patients, since I started having my own patients four years ago, get from the phase of thinking about bariatic surgery to actually having it done in the US. I've had three patients go to Mexico and have it done. I will withhold judgment, because I haven't been to those centers, I don't know what those doctors and teams are like, but I do know the overall out of pocket cost for patients is about 5 grand, which is so much cheaper than it is in the US that it doesn't bear comparison.

Just-after-surgery risks include blood clots that can go to the lungs or the heart. There is always a risk of wound infection, which can be devastating. If a prolonged hospital stay is required, pneumonia is a significant risk.

Any time you have intra-abdominal surgery, your body develops scar tissue. Places where scar tissue fuses different structures together are called adhesions. Having a re-operation after that is more risky because of those adhesions. You are also at higher risk for intestinal obstruction, because your intestines can hang up on adhesion and twist so that they cut off their own blood supply. This is a surgical emergency. When bowel dies, it becomes leaky and lets dangerous intestinal bacteria into the otherwise sterile environment of the abdomen. That higher risk of intestinal obstruction never goes away.

People who have had bariatric surgery are also at risk for dumping syndrome. This is a condition where the small intestine becomes overly stimulated immediately after a meal, because the food is not moving smoothly through the stomach into the small intestine on the natural time scale. That stimulation leads to excessive insulin release in comparison to the amount of glucose absorbed, which can means hypoglycemia, which is life-threatening.

Rapid fat loss leads to significant amounts of excess skin. Many people who've had bariatric surgery go on to have skin removal surgery. This is actually a riskier surgery than the bariatric surgery itself, because you are tampering with the barrier between the inside of your body and the world outside it. And if it's done too early, you can end up needing your skin to stretch again, and having stretch marks in addition to the scars.

After bariatric surgery, you are also worse at absorbing good nutrients. You need lifetime monitoring for vitamin levels, including vitamin B12. If you don't have enough vitamin B12, your nerves start to die. This results in pain that starts in the feet, since the neurons running from the spinal cord to the big toes are the longest and therefore most susceptible in the body.

But perhaps the most upsetting aspect of bariatic surgery to me is that it is presented as a definitive solution.

Is it?

Not for 20-25% of people who have bariatic surgery, who struggle with significant weight regain.

So if the most extreme intervention we have--literally surgically altering your gut--isn't enough to make weight loss permanent, how is anything else going to do it?

You can be skinny. For a little while. But attempts to lose large amounts of weight, including surgically, have high failure rates. The 75% success rate for bariatic surgery is significantly higher than for any other method currently widely available, but the risks are also significantly higher. I don't think it's worthwhile for most patients, especially given how many patients are lied to by their doctors about how much their weight is likely contributing to their health problems. Most of my patients focus on their weight rather than activity levels, they beat themselves up about how they're not doing intense enough exercise but don't incorporate lower-impact exercises like swimming or walking, they try to eat less rather than eating a diet more rich in vegetables and fruits and lower in highly processed foods. You can do so much for yourself without ever framing it as being about weight.

And if you've done that--if you're struggling with being so fat that you can't live your life--then sure. Talk to your doctor about a referral for bariatric surgery. But don't be shocked if the results are not what you were told to expect. Don't be surprised when you find that you actively resent the people who suddenly find you tolerable, even desirable, now that you're not so fat. Don't let them sell you bariatic surgery as a no-downside cure-all, because it most emphatically is not.

[boy-gender]

Post-Top Surgery Weight Gain: Will My Breasts Grow Back? (Nope!)

I've had a couple people message me asking about this privately, and it was something I had a fear of when I was getting ready for top surgery, so I wanted to address it in a public post:

After top surgery, your breasts will NOT grow back, even if you are not on testosterone. No, not even if you gain weight.

The chest is, to borrow Shrek's wisdom, like an onion, and has many layers. The ones top surgery is concerned with are the chest wall (muscle), the breast tissue, fat, and skin, in that order.

Your chest wall is a bunch of muscle that protects your organs. This will not be removed or touched. Your breast tissue sits on top of that, and this is what will be removed during surgery, leaving just enough tissue to make your chest proportional to your body. Very few people have totally flat chests. On top of this is body fat, much of which will also be removed or reshaped during surgery. Then there is your skin, and your nipples. Typically nipples (including areola, the area around your nips) will be taken off, trimmed down to a smaller 'masculine' shape, then grafted back on. Or you don't have to get your nipples back at all! I didn't, so it's up to you.

To reiterate: your breast tissue will NEVER regrow. Your nipples and areola will NEVER regrow, regardless of if you are on T or not.

However, FAT may fluctuate in this area. If you lose weight, whether on T or not, you will probably lose fat here and may have loose skin, which many surgeons can address in revisions. If you gain a substantial amount of weight and are not on T, you may gain more fat here- take a look at your close female relatives. When they gain weight, do they gain it in their breasts and side-boob area? When they lose weight, do they go down a cup size?

If you are on T, testosterone will change the way your body distributes the weight it gains. Look at your close male relatives. I'd be willing to bet money that when they gain weight, they gain it predominantly in their stomach. When you are on T, your body will probably begin to redistribute the way it gains fat to a more 'typically male' pattern, like the stomach, as opposed to hips, thighs, and chest.

Something to keep in mind, especially for fat people but really for anyone getting top surgery: YOUR ANGLE IS DIFFERENT! Look down at your chest right now, pre op. You can see aalllll the way down your cleavage. But if you asked someone standing in front of you if they could see all your cleavage, they could not. Even if you were naked, you seeing your own chest from a top-down angle makes things look further out/rounder/bigger than how other people see you.

Please keep this in mind when you look at your surgery results- the fat that was left behind and reshaped on me looks bigger/rounder to me, looking down, than to other people looking at me. And this is only in resting position! Move your arms around (once it's safe dont do this freshly out of surgery please dear god), raise them over your head, put them out to your sides and T pose. Look at the way the fat moves under your skin and around your body; how it looks 'flatter' in some positions and 'rounder' in others. This is totally normal! This is what skin and fat are supposed to do, and do on everyone who has skin and fat! These are NOT breasts, and they will NEVER be breasts again.

I hope this helps some peoples fears be assuaged. I know it can feel silly to ask if your breasts will grow back, but it is a valid fear, especially for plus size people, and it is also a fear I hope is now at rest. Your breasts will never come back. You're gonna look and feel great.

tl;dr- no, your boobs will never come back after top surgery, regardless of whether you are on T or not. you might have leftover fat here or gain fat here, but this is a universally human experience, and happens to cis men just as much as any other person. also, your angle viewing your own chest from the top-down is a misleading optical illusion that is not accurate to what other people see looking at you front on.

[psychoticallytrans]

I wonder how many people who talk all the time about how trans people are "unnecessary surgeries amputating healthy body parts" also have a problem with surgeries that remove part or all of the stomach in order to make someone less fat.

I don't think those circles overlap to any significant degree.

[shadowgast-recs-weekly]

Happy Birthday, Aeor is For Reccing!

One year ago today (give or take a couple hours), we published our first rec list. To celebrate, I (Opera) have prepared some stats. A little bit like a reccing wrapped, only with a smaller budget and being less creepy about your data.

But thank you to everyone who has recced, every one who has read the reclist, everyone who has reblogged, everyone who has kudosed, to @professor-rye and @theusualjasper, and everyone who helped along the way.

I'm glad we've gotten this far!

To start: We've had 685 recs, 478 fics, 210 Authors, 53 reclists and 43 themes.

Most Recced Authors: (1) Mousecookie - 25 recs (1) royalgreen - 25 recs (3) SaltCore - 21 recs (4) hanap - 15 recs (5) kmackatie - 14 recs (5) Chrome - 14 recs (5) Firefright - 14 recs (8) Mlle Kurtz - 12 recs (9) road_rhythm - 11 recs (9) MinnesotaBruja - 11 recs (9) LuckyOwlsFoot - 11 recs (9) MarsBar2019 - 11recs

Authors with the most fics recced: (1) royalgreen - 18 fics (2) SaltCore - 13 fics (2) hanap - 13 fics (4) Mousecookie - 12 fics (5) kmackatie - 10 fics (5) LuckyOwlsFoot - 10 fics (7) Firefright - 9 fics (7) Jakia - 9 fics (9) Professor_Rye - 8 fics (9) Mlle Kurtz - 8 fics

Fics recced the highest number of times: Hard Mouth and The Hole in the Stone, both recced 8 times Fic recced the most number of times for a single theme: In the Closet of Our Discretion, by Firefright for Cultural Differences (recced 4 times) Longest fic recced: Dappled Shadow and Penumbral Light by Professor_Rye (463,977) Shortest fic recced: Of Constellations and Freckles, also by Professor_Rye (100 words) First fic Recced:  Stay for a Spell by Palebluedot Latest fic Recced: Uncharted Waters by EmpressofWizards

Word Cloud based on what people like about the fics:

Most common content note: Choose Not To Warn Number of Series recced: 16 Percentage of Hidden Gems that are No Longer eligible (have over 150 kudos):  48% (check them out!) Number of Images Rai has Used: 27

So what's next?

Well, the absolute next thing is that sometime this week I'm going to post the reccing spreadsheet for everyone to see - if people want to look through old recs, they should feel free to! Then there's the ideas I had from the survey a few months ago - chief among them was making it easier to import information from AO3 (you'd still be able to rec fics that can't be imported or on tumblr, I'm just trying to remove some of the hassle) I'm still doing research on the best way to make that happen, and kind of selfishly want to do it myself - but it's been a busy couple of months for me.

Speaking of which - I'm having surgery in a month! A double masectomy and reconstruction on February 19 (roughly equivalent to top surgery (masculinizing)) and February 20th (roughly equivalent to top surgery (femininzing- fat grafting)). Kind of like they're turning my chest on and off again - a ctrl-alt-deteat, if you will. Anyway, I don't want cancer, but everyone I've talked to about this has said the stomach incision is worse than the chest incision, and nobody's ever described top surgery as a walk in the park. I'm planning on doing absolutely nothing for six weeks, and @theusualjasper will be taking over during that time.

Anyway, here's to another year! Thanks to everyone who has participated or helped along the way, you're all great. Even you <3

[haggishlyhagging]

Between 1984 and 1986, the number of liposuction operations rose 78 percent—but the procedure barely worked. Liposuction removed only one to two pounds of fat, had no mitigating effect on the unseemly "dimpling" effect of cellulite, and, in fact, often made it worse. The procedure also could produce permanent bagginess in the skin and edema, just two of the "variations from the ideal" that the plastic surgery society cataloged in its own report. Another "variation" on the list: "pain."

Furthermore, the plastic surgery society's survey of its members turned up several other unfortunate incidents. A liposuction patient lay down to have stomach fat removed and woke up with a perforated bowel and fecal matter leaking through the abdominal cavity. Three patients developed pulmonary infections and two had massive infections. Three suffered pulmonary fat embolism syndrome, a life-threatening condition in which fat can lodge in the heart, lungs, and eyes. And "numerous patients" required, as the survey delicately put it, "unplanned transfusions." On March 30, 1987, Patsy Howell died of massive infections three days after a liposuction operation performed by Dr. Hugo Ramirez, a gynecologist who ran a plastic surgery clinic in Pasadena, Texas. The same day Howell had her operation, Ramirez performed liposuction on Patricia Rogers; she also developed massive infections, was hospitalized in critical condition, and eventually had to have all her skin from below her chest to the top of her thighs removed.

Howell, a thirty-nine-year-old floral shop manager and the mother of two sons, submitted to liposuction to remove a small paunch on her five-foot-one frame. She weighed only 120 pounds. “This literature she got at a shopping mall said the procedure was so simple,” her friend Rheba Downey told a reporter. “She said, ‘Why not?’” She made up her mind after reading Ramirez's newspaper ad, calling the surgery "the revolutionary technique for reduction of fat without dieting." No one told her about the dangers. Ramirez operated on more than two hundred women, causing numerous injuries and two deaths before his license was finally revoked.

By 1987, only five years after the fat-scraping technique was introduced in the United States, the plastic surgery society had counted eleven deaths from liposuction. A 1988 congressional subcommittee placed the death toll at twenty. And the figure is probably higher, because patients' families are often reluctant to report that the cause of death is this "vanity" procedure. A woman in San Francisco, for example, who was not on the surgery society's or Congress's list, died in 1989 from an infection caused by liposuction to her stomach; the infection spread to her brain, her lungs collapsed, and she finally had a massive stroke. But her family was too ashamed about the procedure to bring it to public attention.

The society's 1987 report on liposuction, however, seemed less concerned with safety than with "the reputation of suction lipectomy," which its authors feared had been "marred by avoidable deaths and preventable complications." It concluded that all problems with liposuction could be easily solved with "guidelines governing who is permitted to perform and advertise surgical procedures." In other words, just get rid of the gynecologists and dermatologists and leave the surgery to them.

Yet some of the liposuction patients had died at the hands of plastic surgeons. And the most common cause of death was the release of fat emboli into the heart, lungs, and brain—a risk whenever inner layers of epidermis are scraped, no matter how proficient the scraper. As even the report acknowledged: "[Liposuction] is by its nature a tissue-crush phenomenon. Therefore, fat embolism is a realistic possibility."

Surgeons also marketed the injection of liquid silicone straight into the face. Vogue described it this way: "Plastic surgery used to be a dramatic process, but new techniques now allow doctors to make smaller, sculptural facial changes." This "new" technique was actually an old practice that had been used by doctors in the last backlash era to expand breasts—and abandoned as too dangerous. It was no better the second time around; thousands of women who tried it developed severe facial pain, numbing, ulcerations, and hideous deformities. One Los Angeles plastic surgeon, Dr. Jack Startz, devastated the faces of hundreds of the two thousand women he injected with liquid silicone. He later committed suicide.

For the most part, these doctors were not operating on women who might actually benefit from plastic surgery. In fact, the number of reconstructive operations to aid burn victims and breast cancer patients declined in the late '80s. For many plastic surgeons, helping to boost women's self-esteem wasn't the main appeal of their profession. Despite the ads, the doctors were less interested in improving their patients' sense of "control" than they were in improving their own control over their patients. "To me," said plastic surgeon Kurt Wagner, who operated on his wife's physique nine times, "surgery is like being in the arena where decisions are made and no one can tell me what to do." Women under anesthesia don't talk back.

-Susan Faludi, Backlash: the Undeclared War Against American Women

[xxruletheworld]

“menopause at 16”

This is a very personal post, please be nice. Also sorry if there is anything grammatically wrong, I was crying while writing.

So, since I was little whenever I wanted to get out of a situation, like going to school (because of anxiety or wtv) I faked having stomach aches, most of the times it actually hurt. In primary school I went to a doctor that told me the anxiety gave me actual stomach aches. At 13 I had really bad depression, from then on I didn’t go to school at least twice a week. I told my mom it was bc of my stomach, so she took me to the doctor, and they actually saw something. I’ve always been the fat kid, I went through an eating disorder during my depression.

Turns out that most of my “belly” wasn’t fat, it was a cyst. I had a really big cyst. It was in one of my ovaries, and they had to remove it. (This was when I was 14) I went through a lot of medical procedures and tests and everything. They had to put me an epidural and a lot of anesthesia. They removed the cyst and the ovary, i have a really long vertical scar in my belly now. I spent some time in the hospital, when I came home, since I was through a “I hate my parents” (I still don’t like my father, but I do love my mom) phase I screamed at them and we “fought”, which was very bad for my not completely healed wound. When I first saw myself without the thing that protected my wound, I was really really happy because I had a “perfect flat stomach”, but whatever, I don’t have that eating disorder anymore, I in fact have gained weight.

Well, since I only have one ovary left, my doctor/surgeon told me that she and other doctors had a meeting were they discussed my case, and they decided I had to freeze my ove in case I wanted them in the future, because having one ovary would make it a little difficult for me to have children (this was after I turned 15). I have never wanted children, I always knew that, I didn’t want to do that freezing ove because I knew I wouldn’t want them in the future, in fact I don’t even want to have a partner in the future. But the decision wasn’t mine, I’m a minor and the doctors decided it already. I went through that too, it was something fast and I thought everything was over (except for the check ups of course).

I was wrong.

In one of my recent check ups the doctors noticed something really really small that they didn’t know what it was, but we waited until the next check up to see if it would grow. (this was like november-december 2024) It barely did, it wasn’t even 1cm diameter. My surgeon told me they knew it was another cyst (or maybe a small piece they couldn’t remove in my surgery that time), but it was so tiny they couldn’t remove it, so now I had to be on constant check ups to see if it didn’t grow more. (Since it seemed like it wasn’t growing, im just being checked up constantly to see if it grows) She told me that she didn’t want to try removing it now (or ever if it doesn’t grow) because maybe they would have to remove my other ovary, which they didn’t want to of course, because this would cause me the menopause. I would have the menopause in my teenage years.

(which could happen if it grows more)

She got emotional because she was going through something similar (actually worse), she had something in her brain but she preferred not removing it because it was dangerous so she decided to be under constant observation. At that moment i wasn’t really paying attention to her, yes it was really sad, but I was thinking about how I just wanted all of this to end. I mean, I wanted the tests and things to stop. I actually liked not going to school because I had to go to the hospital and stuff, but it’s tiring too.

I wanted to tell her that I didn’t feel the same as her, I didn’t care about having my ovary removed and going through menopause and taking hormones, I guess I just didn’t care or just… i don’t know.

I kind of forgot about it, I mean, I didn’t care because I got used to this things.

(16 now)

I only started feeling sad about all of this “probable menopause and fucked up uterus” since I had a weird interaction with my brother and mother some days ago.

I was in the kitchen eating with my brother while my mom was doing the dishes, and we were talking/joking about when we grow up, she said she wanted grandchildren. I thought about making a joke about how her bloodline would end w us bc I don’t want to have kids, so before making the joke, I asked him if he wanted to have children when he is an adult (he is younger than me, 12, I know he obviously doesn’t know about his future but it was just for the joke) and I said I obviously didn’t and that I was sure.

He looked at me with the most serious expression, and said “Of course you don’t, because you can’t.” (referring to my current medical situation) with a very serious tone and it was so obvious he wanted to hurt me.

I don’t remember my reaction, i certainly didn’t say anything bad back to him, I do remember that I wanted to cry right there and then. I felt my heart crushing. I then stood up and left everything there and went to my room.

I cried a little then, but since that happened, I cry every time I remember about all of this. I literally am crying right now like a lot.

[pddngchi-artblog]

And here they are! Last post haul for today, I’ll continue on tomorrow o7 these body models are part of a twst project I’m doing where I’m mostly just making reference model sheets of the twst casts’ physical appearance based on my headcanons of them ꒰ᐢ. ̫ .ᐢ꒱

See the full headcanon list under cut!

Riddle Rosehearts

- He has a condition called "Huldu's Blessing," which is a genetic mutation that was believed to be a fae's blessing to a mother and her future generation. This blessing is well known in the history of faefolk and generational curses/blessings. Pieces of a poem depicting this phenomenon was scattered around The Briar Valley and Pyroxene until it was recovered in the mid 1800s by researchers.

- "Huldu's Blessing" is characterized by smooth yet sensitive skin with no blisters nor hair. People with this genetic mutation are at risk at extreme temperatures, such as cold or heat.

- This condition also made Riddle appear doll-like, with how natural and vibrant the pink of his cheeks and nose is.

- He is underweight due to the diets his mother arranged for him, causing his ribs, collar bone, shoulder bones, and pelvic bone, to be slightly prominent.

- He has a rectangular body.

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Leona Kingscholar

- He developed an intricate pattern of scars from the center of his palm up to his forearm due to exertion of his Unique Magic. In magical situations, he would rarely use it, unless it is an emergency. The exertion comes from his daily training of controlling the feedback of his Unique Magic to him as well as its output. These scars resemble cracks and fractures found on dried up soil or concrete, and they faintly shine like ichor under the sun as well as glow in dim light.

- He has body hair all over his legs, arms, chest, and down to his crotch. He has a few moles scattered some place in his body.

- He has a set of horizontal scars around his neck and a set of vertical ones on his right breast. Both are results from a fight he had in his second year at Night Raven College.

- He has an almost an hour-glass shape to his body, but closely resembling an inverted triangle. He has a pudgy stomach that is mostly seen on the side and when he is sitting down. He is also quite muscular due to his genetics, despite the lack of abdomninal muscles.

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Azul Ashengrotto

- Genetically, he is more on the heavier side. This is because his species of merfolk live a bit deeper underwater where the temperature is cold and the pressure is greater than the ones in the surface. Having thicker skin, a larger body mass, and bioluminescent skin, are all part of his species’ biological evolution.

- He is much larger than male octopi, including the tweels. His top surgery scars appear as though they are part of his natural body markings, only appearing much lighter than the rest of them. In his human form, they resemble curling octopus tentacles. The dots appearing above those tentacles are actual markings that line across his breasts.

- He has an genetic eye condition called “Chameleon Eyes” and he has the basic type. This genetic condition allows his eyes to adapt to the color or pattern of his environment. He can also camoflauge himself into any surface but this is only done in his original merfolk form. As a human, he cannot camoflauge.

- Although Azul lost a considerable amount of weight in his early to mid adolescent years, he retained his body shape and mass due to his genetics. He has rolls of love handles and fat, his lower body appearing larger than his upper body.

- He has a congenital limb deformity, specifically fibular hemimelia (Type 1A). One of his tentacles are shorter and appear more swollen the rest whose tapered to an end. This resulted in his slow locomotor abilities in the water, but it does not hinder his strength as an octopi merfolk. Transforming into a human did not remove this deformity, therefore, Azul walks with a cane. (See link)

- His body hair are actually speckles, remnants of his merfolk form. They appear similarly to body hair because of his transfiguration potion. However, he is hairless, and has smooth soft skin. He also has stretch marks starting from his stomach then thighs.

- He has a triangle or pear-shape body.

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Kalim al-Asim

- As dancing is one of his passions since he was a child, he has grown to be agile and flexible. Although not an excellent fighter, he has the decent skill of fending for himself in light physical altercations.

- He has some scattered freckles and patches on his back. He also has some subtle arm and leg hair that isn’t too noticeable unless one would get a closer look.

- He has small, faint scars all over his palms and fingers, a scar under his neck, and a streamline scar starting from his left breast down to the side of his torso. The streamline resembles fractured capillaries in shape, and it caused a significant discoloration of his skin. This was because of a poison he injested in secret when he was training his body to be immune to certain poisons. He tries to hide this scar from his family and from Jamil (more so to save Jamil if he was ever accussed of negligence) but failed. So, he made an excuse, and said that this scar was a result of the most dangerous (and known to be the last) kidnapping that occured to him when he was 12 years old.

- He has stretchmarks on his thighs and his lower back.

- He has anemia.

- Because of good genetics, Kalim is considerably built, having broad shoulders and some muscles to his arms and legs. He has a rectangular body type, almost resembling an inverted trapezoid (See Pavitr Prabhakar in ATSV 2023).

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Vil Schoenheit

- Although he does have body hair in his limbs, he makes it a habit to shave to maintain a smooth and clear skin.

- Because of her diet and good genes, he never had any acne, pimples, blackheads, whiteheads, or any sort of blemishes on her face. However, having deep eyebags are hereditary, so Vil makes it a habit to rejuvenate her skin to lessen the darkness of the eyebags.

- She has a genetic eye condition called “Chameleon Eyes” and have the subtype “Obscura Eyes.” This allow the eyes to reflect inverted images from the environment, but this is only noticeable in enclosed and lighted spaces, such as photoshoot rooms or interview rooms. This becomes one of Vil’s defining traits as an artist and model. (Inspired by koutingmiao’s distinct trait for her TWST OC Micah.)

- He is quite muscular around the upper torso, having a faint outline of abdominal muscles, and muscular arms that are not too evident unless flexed. She underwent boxing and fencing training, and makes it a habit to go to the gym twice a month with her personal trainer.

- His appearance is quite adrogynous; her curves making her feminine and her hard angles making her masculine. Despite how well-built he is, he is still slender, closely resembling an hour-glass body type (See Marina and the Diamonds and Helga Sinclair from Atlantis: The Lost Empire).

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Idia Shroud

- He is very underweight. Collar bones, balls of his shoulder, and a few ribs are peaking out of his skin due to this. He also has prominent hip dips. His thinness makes him almost appear gaunt, accentuating his cheeks and jaw slightly.

- As a result for the curse bestowed to his family, his hair emulates fire, but he and his family are naturally blue-haired. This means Idia have body hair over his legs and some on his arms. His hair varies by temperature. Despite being blue, the heat is not at all intense, but rather mellow and controlled. The fire of his hair can spread from surface to surface depending on the intensity of his emotion, but it can disappear within seconds once he is calm.

- His family’s genes makes their skin dull and pale, allowing veins to appear at some parts of his skin, and explains why their lips are blue. His eyes are also hooded with prominent dark eyebags circling under them.

- He has lumbar scoliosis and Ehlers Danlos Syndrome.

- He is quite lanky and it is why his clothes easily dwarf him.

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Malleus Draconia

- Curiously he’s quite built but also slender (somewhere in the middle)

- He has no visible scarring or blemishes, but dark scales does litter across his limbs and body similar to how body hair or body blemishes work.

- He is quite warm, surprisingly, with thermal spots found on the palms of his hands, his fingertips, his nape, and his chest.

- Majority of her scales gather around the area of her tailbone wherein her tail can morph out of her skin as she pleases.

- Her nails are naturally sharp and nearly dark at the tips.

- There is a space under her shoulder bones where her wings will morph out on its own. It is a painless process for him, even though the bones stretch out from the area and membrane forms seemingly from the plane.

[squishy-squish-deathfeeder]

Confession:

I have an extreme fantasy where I'm too fat to move. I've outgrown all forms of mobility: no scooter can drive me around, the second bariatric bed is at its limits and only the hiss of the oxygen is what's keeping me alive.

Surgery was used to remove my useless limbs so my vitals wouldnt have to work so hard. Turning me into a feedee toy of male genetals, belly, fupa, moobs, ass and a head. A barely living blob of fat.

And to cap it all off I'm not growing any bigger, just denser and heavier. My skin rounding out with tightness as the blubber piles on, flilling out what used to be soft and jiggly with densly packed fat until...

One day...

💥

Awe, how cute!

It sounds like you're so devoted to becoming a true submissive toy.

You're so ready to give up all the hard, pointless work of living a normal life. Just to indulge in your hedonistic fantasy of becoming a complete ball of lard.

You're forgetting all the fun steps on the way.

The first snack your feeder shoves into you.

The first time you see 500lbs on the scale.

The first time your knees buckle and you're rolled back onto the mattress.

The first time your feeder gropes and massages your taunt stomach while you cry over not being able to move.

The first time you're heart gives up and you have to get carted out by a crane.

The first time your stretch marks start to tear and bleed. 💣

And the first time, your feeder decides to not hit the off button on the feeding tube. 💥💥💥

So many first, and so many last.

Just remember to enjoy all the aspects of being a complete piggy-fuck-toy.

[blood-cumandwires]

this ones just for us but

maid whos practically tiny when she starts her work, essentially a stick

she found this job by chance. some manor-owning millionaire who offered to pay for all expenses as long as she worked for him. it was the only chance she got of starting a new life.

and she got that start.

but what she didnt realize was how far it would take her,

originally, the work was exhausting. the manor was hundreds of years old, and each part of it required precise tuning to work the way she wanted it to

she worked consistantly for hours, scrubbing the floor, washing dishes, dusting... putting pipes back into place, working on her master's many cars, learning the history of the mansion...

as she worked, she grew stronger. her new, significantly fuller diet assisted in this growth, making her arms packed with fat and muscle, her stomach large, soft, but undeniably sturdy.

the insurance plan that came with this job gave them massive medical freedom; they started on testosterone to halt their periods, claiming it was the only period control they didn't mind the side effects of. they got top surgery, claiming that their breasts were in the way of their work anyway - though they couldn't remove them entirely, as so much of it was now muscle, making them still look well-endowed.

they continued wearing the somewhat stereotypical maid outfits, but occassuonally let the top fall down, revealing a white, oil-stained tank top, broadcasting how often, and hard, they worked.

he started growing a beard, and didn't bother to shave it. he got bottom surgery, reasoning that, since it was already growing anyway, he might as well help his tdick along. he grew larger, fatter, healthier.

happier.

at the end of his transition, he continued working for his master, as this was the best job he could ever have. he spent long hours cooking, cleaning, and working on the cars - his toys, his pets, as he jokingly called them.

he was happier than he ever could've dreamed of being, and nothing could stip him from taking that happiness, and sharing it with others...

[miguel-ohara-eater]

Let me prove it to you. ❤️

(red: Miguel) Trans!Miguel x M!Reader

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(summary: Miguel is feeling a little dysphoric and he talks to you about it. you tell him he's beautiful, but he doesn't believe you. so you prove it.)

CW: blowjob, kinda a slowburn, kinda face humping?, muscle worship, doing it for his pleasure and not yours, unprotected sex, Trans!Miguel x M!Reader. idk what else to put tbh.

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Miguel was standing in your shared body length mirror, just wearing boxers as he looked at himself in the mirror, hands tracing over his scars and hands pulling and squishing at certain parts of his skin to make things smaller or bigger.

you look up from your phone, glancing at him and you raise an eyebrow.

"what are you doing?" you asked and he sighed, running his hand through his hair.

"why do I look like this?" you knew he got dysphoria sometimes, little things here so this wasn't anything new.

"babe, you look fine." you say and go back to your phone.

but today was different, it was more than dysphoria. his eyes got a little bit watery as he put his hands on his hips and looked in the mirror.

"these scars are horrendous, I've got wrinkles and the testosterone isn't letting me grow facial hair, I haven't been going to the gym as much, my hair is turning gray-"

"Miguel." you cut him off, turning off your phone and setting it aside.

he side eyes you. "what."

you raise an eyebrow. "chill. okay? you're beautiful." you smile a bit and stand up off the bed, walking to him.

"yeah right." he mumbles as you put your hands on his slim waist.

"let me prove it to you." you say, kissing his shoulder and wrapping your arms around him.

he puts his hands on your arms, looking back at you and he sighs.

"y'know I'd sell my soul to look like you." he raises an eyebrow

"really? but why?" he questions and you run your hands down his hips.

"because you're sexy. duh." he furrows his eyebrows, being stubborn and not wanting to believe you.

you get on your knees, kissing his hips and you nibble his waist.

he crosses his arms, looking down at you. "what are you doing?"

you smile sweetly, standing up again and pulling him over to the bed. "proving that you're beautiful."

you sit him down on the bed, kissing his face all over, then his neck, then to his chest.

he's clearly enjoying it, but he won't admit it as he sits there with his arms crossed over his top surgery scars, an obvious wet spot soaking through his boxers.

you gently push him down onto the bed, climbing over him and hovering over his hips.

your hand brings his over his head, interlocking your fingers as you kiss his jaw and lips.

"so pretty." you mutter, knowing that 'pretty' gets him going. he smiles a little and puts his other hand on your back, his thumb rubbing against your skin.

you use your other hand to gently remove his, shaking your head.

"this is about you okay?" you smile and he sighs.

"...fine."

he puts his arms up above his head, and you crawl down to his waist, your hands holding each side of his chest and you kiss down his stomach to his happy trail.

he lets out a soft moan, your hands running down his torso to his hips and you tease the waistband of his boxers.

you pull off his boxers, his puffy pussy already dripping as you toss his boxers aside.

you kiss down further until your tongue reaches his clit, giving him small kitten licks on the bundle of nerves that make him go crazy.

his hand reaches down, gently grabbing a fistful of your hair and he moans.

you lick a fat stripe from his entrance up to his clit, his juices pooling in your mouth the longer you tease him.

"...please" he breathes out, looking down at you as he tries to rub himself against your mouth.

you stick your tongue out, easing it inside him and you let him grind against you.

"go ahead." you hum, the vibrations tightening the knot in his stomach. he whines, pushing your face further into him as you keep your tongue deep inside him as he grinds against you.

everytime his hips move, your nose grinds against his clit and it sends shockwaves all throughout his body. his thighs start trembling, his eyes shutting closed and his head leaning back as his mouth hangs open into a pretty 'o' shape.

"I-I'm close" he whimpers, and you grin, sticking your tongue inside him further.

you hum, "mhm." your voice vibrates against his pussy, and with one last buck of his hips the knot loosens in his stomach, cum shooting out of his hole and onto your tongue.

as he rides through his orgasm, you happily drink him up. licking him clean and then sitting up, your face and his thighs covered on saliva and cum.

you wipe your face off with your shirt, tossing it aside afterwards and then unbuttoning your pants.

you climb over him again, discarding your boxers too and you kiss his neck again.

"so sexy." you hum and he runs his hand through your hair.

"g'na fill your pretty pussy up hm?" he nods and you reach down in-between you both, rubbing your rock hard cock in his wetness, coating yourself and using him as lube.

you bite his neck, your hand underneath his head as the other one guides your cock slowly into his entrance.

his hips twitch slightly, his teeth biting his cheeks to keep his moans in.

once you get halfway in, you put your hand on his hip, guiding it in with your hips now. with a groan, you kiss behind his ear.

"so f'kin tight hm? all of this for you okay pretty?" you coo, guiding your hips in and out of his soaking hole.

his lips part slightly, his eyes closing and his eyebrows scrunched together.

he buries his face in your neck, whimpering softly and one hand claws at the bedsheets as the other grabs your ass.

you grunt, your pace getting faster and your heavy and desperate balls hitting his ass.

"f-fuck..." he whines, his back arching and you keep going.

"cum for me okay? can you do that?" you coo, licking his neck and he nods quickly.

not too long after that, his grip on you tightens, his walls clamping down on you as his cum oozes out of him and coats your dick and makes a white ring around your shaft.

after a few more thrusts, your pace stutters and you release white hot ropes of cum into his pussy.

when his orgasm passes, you slowly pull out with a small squelch, laying on top of him and kissing his neck all over.

he grunts softly, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your forehead.

"how do you feel now?" you tease and he smiles a bit.

"better."

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WOOP WOOP. anyways today's is finished 😛

lmk how u like it, I feel like the middle and closer to the end is better than the beginning.

ANYWAYSS SEE U TOMORROW

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