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crissiebaby · 3 months

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Sissy's First Date: Chapter 5

DISCLAIMER: This POV story contains diaper usage, forced crossdressing, public humiliation, masturbation/diaper sex, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

Commissioned By: Anon

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The small, two-seater boat bobbed and buckled as Becca and I boarded the vessel. Planting both feet on the creaky, wooden floor, I extended a hand back to Becca. “Why thank you, my dear, Cherry,” she said, adding a bit of snootiness to her tone for comedic effect.

Playing along, I responded, “Of course, my lady,” as I helped to lower Becca into her seat. I was happy to have our happy-go-lucky energy back. My heart fluttered as I pressed my skirt to the rear of my diaper to sit, and I wasn’t certain if it was due to the overwhelming levels of girliness, the sheer amount of squishiness, or the fact that I was cozied up with Becca in a very compact space. Though, deep down, I was pretty sure it was a bit of all three.

“Please keep your hands and feet inside the vehicle at all times. The use of flash photography is not permitted at any time. Thank you and enjoy the tunnel of love,” said the woman operating the ride, doing her best to sound enthusiastic after repeating the same phrase for the past several hours.

*BONK!*

The mechanism holding the boat in place unlatched, casting us off into open waters. It took no time at all for the boat to reach its gradual max speed as we were shoved along the slow-moving stream. Light receded from the mouth of the tunnel behind us whilst the growing darkness of the tunnel ahead and the slight breeze of air conditioning sprouted goosebumps up and down my forearms. The chilly air had me wanting to wrap an arm around Becca’s shoulder, both for warmth and romance. However, my plans were dashed as my date beat me to the punch, nestling me under her wing and squeezing me delicately into her torso.

A sense of fuzziness transcended upon me, overwhelming me with pure femininity. How such a simple action managed to make me feel so small and effeminate I will never understand.

Before long, the pitch-black tunnel began to illuminate as we entered the first room on our journey. Soft, ambient pop music from the 70s played overhead that paired well with the decor, which looked as though it hadn’t been updated since around the same era. Countless red and pink hearts were scattered about along the walls and strung up haphazardly, giving off the feeling that we’d been shrunken down and stuffed inside a box of conversation hearts. A minor disappointment, though I can’t say I was expecting much from a county fair attraction.

It’s not like the ride itself was where my focus was anyway. Right now, all of my attention was being dedicated to the padded beauty seated beside me. Not wanting to appear too eager, I kept my head forward, electing to use my peripheral vision to steal glances at Becca any chance I could. From her luscious lips to the way her wavy hair curled around her ear, every inch of her being was a masterpiece.

“Heh, ya know, you can do more than just look…if you want,” said Becca, drawing attention to the extended silence that had existed between us since our boat embarked. It took me a few seconds to process what she said, adding a smidge of extra blush to my face once her words finally clicked. This gave Becca even more of an opening to tease me at will. She leaned in closer, placing a hand on the top side of my thigh, “Aw, was my sweet baby hoping I’d make the first move? Hehe! You really are just a sissy baby gi-”

Suddenly, a blackness far darker than the tunnel’s entrance overtook my vision. All I could feel was a surge of electricity enveloping my lips, accompanied by a foreign, yet inexplicably pleasant plushness. It was as if my mouth was pressed against two soft, wet clouds. I let out a brief, sultry moan as I squinted my eyes open, only to be greeted by Becca’s eyes a mere inch from my own.

*Mwah!*

Pulling away, I raised my hand to my mouth, unable to shake the burning tingle that lingered from our first real kiss as a couple. I was practically in shock over my own boldness. What had I just done?! “O-Oh, my Goddess! I’m sorry! I d-don’t know what came over-” was all I got out before Becca ripped my hand away from my face and smashed her kisser into mine for a second time. The tip of her tongue stabbed at the crease of my mouth, demanding to be allowed in. I obediently parted my lips and let her have her way with me orally.

Unsurprisingly, this wasn’t the only way that Becca planned to have her way with me as the hand that she strategically positioned on my leg finally came into play. The tips of her fingers tickled my skin as she made her slow approach toward my soft, sensitive inner thigh. They pushed another moan out of me, this one much less restrained. I could feel my squelchy diaper molding around my ripening dick as it grew and made itself known.

“Uh oh, is that for me?” cooed Becca, her lips separating from mine as she explored the rest of my face and neck with her mouth. Meanwhile, her hands were continuing to forge their own expedition as her knuckles brushed against the underside of my nappy, taunting me with anticipation.

My entire body was radiating euphoria as we exited the floating hearts room and entered a more narrow corridor with blue-painted walls that had sparkly lights twinkling all around us. Paired alongside the slow-moving stream’s reflection, it was as if we were drifting through space together. Water rippled around the exterior of the boat with our passionate makeout session acting as an epicenter. “Mmmm! Do you hear all those yummy sloshing sounds? How’s about we make a few of those ourselves?” she said, her hand leaping off my lap and mashing itself into my pointed diaper. I would’ve screamed out in pleasure if her lips hadn’t sealed themselves to mine.

Weakened by her touch, I let my spine go lax and leaned back in my seat. Becca was now in complete control, a thought that served to multiply my arousal. This gave Becca the green light to shift herself onto my legs, causing the boat to rock tremendously. Once she got settled into place, she leaned in and whispered next to my ear, “I’d say I’ve teased you enough for today. Don’t want my baby getting all pent up, after all.”

“Mhmm,” I mumbled meekly, worried that I’d be too loud if I opened my mouth for even so much as a millisecond. Utilizing every ounce of strength I still possessed, I raised my arms around Becca and began caressing her hair. It was so incredibly soft. My fingers soon got lost in her locks, never wanting to leave such a silky oasis.

Becca, however, had bigger plans for my hands. Without warning, she grabbed onto my left wrist with her free hand and pulled my hand down to her chest. The instant my open palm made contact with her spongy tit flesh, all thoughts toward resisting vanished. “Ah! S-So soft!” I stuttered, my voice echoing around the star-filled landscape.

I was lucky to have Becca above me to press her hand to my mouth, suppressing my volume. “Shhhh! Don’t want the fun to end early, do we?” she asked, prompting me to shake my head back and forth in a flurry. This made her giggle but I didn’t care. I never wanted this to end and I didn’t care how much Becca knew that.

The starry corridor eventually came to an end, giving way to the Tunnel of Love’s final room. It was a brightly lit cityscape that was lined wall to wall with dolls that were matched up in couples. Some dolls were doing the kind of things people often do on dates such as dancing, ice skating, and eating at a fancy restaurant. But the majority of them were simply holding hands with each other. It was definitely weird and a little creepy to have so many eyes staring at us amid our heated embrace. Thankfully, it did nothing to derail the sexy fun Becca and I were having, especially now that we were in position to take our fun to the next level.

Bending her knees at my sides, Becca eased herself forward onto my lap and pressed her mooshy padding into mine with her hand coddling my cock in between. Unlike our first time humping diapers, I was only wearing two layers of padding. And while the added layers did make things a heck of a lot squishier, every diaper also dulled the external sensations considerably. This meant that I was defenseless as Becca’s soggy, mushy diaper butt mooshed into my lap while her delicate fingers diddled my nappy-swaddled dick. My reaction was nigh instantaneous.

“Ooh! Fuuuuuck!” I screamed with my tongue resting on my bottom lip as I shot hot semen into my cold water diaper. My feet shot upward and kicked the wooden plank in front of me, splashing water up between the boat and the wall of the river as we ebbed and weaved. I instinctively reached down and grabbed the side of the boat, only realizing that I’d let go of Becca a moment too late.

With one hand planted on my diaper and the other struggling to cling to the fabric of my dress, Becca had nothing to support her weight as the boat continued to bounce. She attempted to shuffle off my lap so that she could steady herself better but couldn’t manage to squeeze her arm out from between my diaper and her hips before her balance was completely lost. I attempted to save her at the last second by grabbing onto her as she fell but all she ended up doing was dragging me down with her.

“WoooOOOAH!”

*SPLASH!*

In a single, swift motion, our boat capsized, sending us both tumbling into the bed of water below. The knee-high fluid quickly swarmed around us, pouring into our diapers until they were filled to their maximum capacities and soaking each of our dresses thoroughly. I scrambled to climb to my feet, aiming to help Becca do the same. Tragically, I did not account for the increased weight of my waterlogged diaper, sending me toppling over Becca and drenching us for a second time.

Laughing in bursts between surfacings, Becca was in complete hysterics over our damp predicament. She swung her arm at the water in front of me, splashing me with a faceful of murky liquid. “And here I thought today couldn’t get any better,” she joked as she staggered to her feet, revealing her supremely sodden pulp balloon to me. Seeing her lewd body in such a swollen nappy with her clothes hugging her form was the absolute definition of beauty.

“You like what you see?” said Becca, peeking over her shoulder and catching me gawking. It was as if she could sense my gaze. Giggling at me as I nodded yes with my eyes wide as dinner plates, she extended her hand down and yanked me to my feet, “Fear not, I’ll give you plenty of time to see all that you want soon enough.” She punctuated her sentence by booping me on the nose, something that I couldn’t help but notice was turning into a habit.

Leaning in close, I could already feel my body compelling me to kiss Becca again. Her lips were just too addictive. “I can’t wait,” I said tenderly, pressing my chest and sopping diapers into hers as I stared into her entrancing eyes, “But I already see everything I want to.”

A line of red emerged across Becca’s nose and cheeks as well. I loved the way she blushed. I wouldn’t get the chance to see it for long, sadly, as she immediately moved to cover up her romantic embarrassment with a fiery kiss.

“Hey! We’ve got a boat with no passengers over here!” shouted the woman working the Tunnel of Love, her booming voice perfectly audible from outside the dolly room.

Becca and I snickered through the end of our kiss. “I think we should probably go,” I said, knowing that it wouldn’t be long before an awkward encounter with the boat behind us.

“Eh, we’re getting banned for this anyway. So just kiss me, dummy,” stated Becca, ignoring the annoyance of the worker running the ride and continuing to pound her lips into mine. All the while, the only thought that kept repeating in my mind was that I couldn’t imagine anyone having a better first date than this.

THE END.

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tumbylove · 4 months

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Here is my progress for a story I'm writing. It's not super clean, I'm no professional, but I expect some of you will like it.

Extreme kink, medical fattening, iq loss, first person, transmasc reader

(I posted a sample, and that's about the first half of this with minor changes, but it's rebloggable now)

My Visit to the Weight Gain Clinic

Part 1

After a year on the wait list, my day had finally come. I was ecstatic. I bounced into the clinic, shaking a little, with nervousness and excitement. My life was about to change. I entered the weight gain clinic, known around the world for it's one-of-a-kind program. Countless clinjcs removed fat, but this clinic helped you gain it. I had been trying to get fat for several years, and although I'd managed to gain about 50 lbs, I was still so far from where I wanted to be, and I finally got to fix that.

I walked to the counter, and checked in, giving the person at the desk my name, and receiving in turn a clipboard with documents to fill out. I then turned, and went to sit. All the chairs in the lobby were bigger than average, but some chairs were bigger than any I'd seen before. As I looked around the room, I saw a handful of people. One person of a middle weight. Perhaps overweight by normal standards, but perhaps my point of reference was a bit skewed, I was of course here for a weight gain clinic. The next person I saw was already enormous. At least 450 lbs, the man took up one of the massive chairs that looked more like a bench. He breathed heavily and held a cane. "I wonder if I will still want to gain more if I get to his size." I thought to myself. The last person in the waiting room was a woman who was model thin, but was flipping througha ssbbw magazine and excitedly picking out pictures. "All of us are here for the same thing, to get bigger" I thought to myself and felt so very excited and encouraged that it was happening so soon. I turned my attention to the clipboard in my hands.

The intake forms started with normal medical questions, then questions asking things like my top weight, the speed of my metabolism, and family history of obesity. Then came questions like gial weight, if I was planning for immobility and how i was prepared for changes in my mobility, and comfort levels with the realities of massive weight gain.

After all of that came the liabilities. The risks present with any operation were listed first, then the more relevant ones. Obesity lowers life expectancy. Obesity has several comorbid conditions, and dealing with at least some of them is likely. All this was to be expected, honestly. I knew what I was getting into.

Then they called my name. My heart jumped, and I stood and followed a nurse to a room where I was weighed and my vitals were taken. After a few minutes, I met with doctor.

We went over goals with the operation, and risks. We also went over my desired result and other procedural options.

I picked from photo lineup a man with the body shape what I wanted. A round, apple body with stocky legs and sturdy arms. A big round belly hanging tightly just a bit over the waistband of his pants. Last but not least, a noticeable double chin. For my short height, that would put me at about 255 lbs, an 80 lb gain. I decided that was the weight I wanted to walk out of the clinic with, before the additional weight piled on as a result of this process.

The plan for the actual operation was simple:

I would be first given a round of several injections to promote fat growth, speed metabolism, and greatly add resilience to my tissue, so that it would essentially stretch to fit my new mass without tearing or rupturing. It would also make me ravenously hungry. I would then be given sedatives and pain medication to ease my body, and a tube directly into my stomach that would pump me full of a new and revolutionary high fat solution in increments. The fattening would take place over the course of roughly three hours, with periods of feeding and digesting. Even with the process exorbitantly expedited by the hormones and medications in the injections, the process would still take time. The effects of the medication would be active for around a week so even after the inpatient part was complete, I would be likely to gain an additional 50 lbs at least during that window. During that week i would be visited by an in-home nurse to check up on me and monotor my progress. Additionally, a rapid gain in weight like this would permenantly alter and slow my metabolism, not to mention the fact that hauling extra mass would be enormously difficult for my muscles that were not used to the extra load. This would make me more sedentary and likely cause weight gain too. With all things considered, I would likely end around 350 lbs. If my body reacts to the treatment as expected, that would be a total of 180 lbs gained, basically doubling my weight over an incredibly shirt period.

My appointment was scheduled for next week. In the meantime though, the doctor gave me a suitcase full of weighted pads to wear around the house in order to simulate my coming weight, so that I could practice getting used to the labor that would be added to every waking thing I did. It also gave people a chance to back out if it seemed like they were unsure of the operation. Of course, fat gain is irreversible and no matter what is done after the fact, a body will never return to the way it was before a massive gain like this. I was given a list of things to do and some pills to take. The pills would make my body become more elastic in preparation for the coming week.

That night I read the list. I was told to make arrangements with my job. That would be no problem, I worked from home on a job that simply requires computer and phone work only. I still had taken a month off to adjust to my change in lifestyle. I had plenty of paid time off and I looked forward to the chance to indulge. The instructions also reminded me to adjust my wardrobe. I had already purchased three outfits, but wanted to wait to see the final results before I got more, just in case. Order seatbelt extender, check, reinforce furniture, check, a reminder that after the procedure my mobility would be limited, so to go on any hikes or high-octaine adventures ahead of time, like I would be doing that. I chuckled. Pass. Not my style anyway.

I put on the contents of the suitcase, it essentially was the combination of a weighted blanket and a fatsuit. It simulated a 100 lb gain. More than I'd start with, but less than I'd end up with. I chuckled. I put it on, with more sweating and effort than I'd like to admit, and I stood up. Oof. Wow. This was a lot. I wobbled over to my closet and put on one of my new outfits over it. I actually looked fat. My eyes beamed, and I saw in the mirror a glimpse into the future I'd been yearning for for years. I hefted the heavy "belly" up in my hands and beamed. Wow. This felt amazing. I was so turned on by the feeling of my new type of gravity. This was going to be awesome.

I tested my movement, slowly walking around the house. I had to move my legs differently, with added girth to my thighs making me waddle. I bent to pick something up, and my huge belly weight got in the way. This was a new challenge. I had to basically drop to one knee, because bending down straight from the middle wasn't really an option.

"This is why they send you home with this suit," I thought to myself. I continued my trek around the house, and tried to sit at my office chair. It was so narrow, or rather, I was so wide that I couldn't fit my padded hips into it.

"Good thing I tried that," I thought, "I'll have to stop by the store tomorrow for another chair"

Then my stomach began to rumble.

I realized that with the elasticity drug already in my system, I could probably push my stomach farther than ever before.

I hurried (if that word really applied, with my little wobbly steps and huffing breath) to get the seatbelt extender, and plopped myself into the front seat. After readjusting the seat, I drove to the nearest fried chicken restruaunt and ordered the largest combination from the drive through window. Once home, I ate the biggest dinner I had ever eaten, topped off by a quart of ice cream. Finally I took off the suit, and went to bed gleefully dreaming about the future.

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The week flew by, and before I knew it I was back in the doctor's office. The week had been enlightening, and had helped me adapt my house to accommodate my coming size. I took the opportunity to stock the house with as many snacks as possible, and to set up a mini fridge in my living room, near my couch and tv, where I planned to spend much of the next month. I would be near the front door, so picking up delivery would be easy, and i did all my possible chores so I would have almost nothing to worry about once i was back home.

Suddenly the moment was here. I heard my name called, and rose to greet the nurse who led me back through the office. I noted that this would be the last time I'd be able to easily sit in a standard chair, stand up so quickly, or walk so lightly. Today would mark many lasts, but also many firsts.

The nurse had me stand on a scale. 175. I giggled to myself, what a tiny number that was. Of course, it teetered the edge of obesity, for my 5'5" height, but that just meant by most standards I just looked a bit chubby. Sure, I had a belly, but I didn't really look fat. I needed to change that.

Next we went down the hall to a room, and I was given a gown to change into. It was huge, bigger than I even knew the gowns came. I looked like a kid, wearing a hospital gown made for someone twice as big as me.

Then he took my vitals, and began to give me the drugs to start the process. First he put an IV with pain medication and a light sedative, to keep me comfortable and relaxed while my body underwent the rapid change. I had elected to stay awake for the operation, because I wanted to watch myself grow.

Next, in came the doctor, who repeated much of the information given the other day, and told me she would be attending to me over the course of the day. The next step was possibly the most important, because it would prepare my body for what was about to happen. The injections. Because they were to stimulate fat growth, I was given shots all over my body, focusing most on the places where I was most interested in fat accumulating. One in my double chin and each cheek, three in each of my upper arms and one in the forearms, one in each moob and five in a star on my belly. Two in each asscheek, one in each hip, three in each thigh and one in each calf. 30 shots. By this point I was giddy with excitement, and dazed and loopy from the medication. I smiled as the doctor put a feeding tube down my throat, and began to notice the warm full sensation of my belly being filled to bursting. But... it didnt stop. Because of my elasticity, my stomach could fit so much! For about five minutes I was pumped full, and then it stopped. That was the waiting part. For the next fifteen minutes I would wait for my body to process the nutrients. My stomach had bloated to something of an orb, but as I sat, the bloating turned to pure, soft fat. It was astounding, but I could watch and see it happen. My entire body was electric with tingling sensations. I was very conciously aware of every small change that my body made, all my nerves were extremely sensitive and my stretched skin felt overwhelmingly good. I caressed my belly with my hands. Incredible! It was not only bigger, it was substantially changed! Fortunately the clinic had put a large mirror beside the bed, because of course this was the type of procedure done here, and they knew people wanted to see their changes in real time. In the 20 minute cycle, I had added 10 lbs to my body! It was incredible to watch. This process repeated every 20 minutes, and at the end of the first hour I had gained 30 lbs. A crease ran along the top, as my belly pooled in my lap, and my arms were substantially fatter. My ass sat wider on the bed, and I was absolutely memorized by my own softness. I turned on the food network on the hospital TV, and amused myself by playing with my new fat as I watched it grow.

After two hours I began to really feel heavy. 60 lbs in, and it was really getting serious. My face was now nearly unrecognizable and I looked genuinely huge. I was approaching class 3 obesity and you could really tell. My belly took up much of my lap, but was continuing to take up more real-estate as the minutes ticked by. My chin was becoming more limiting, as I tried to look down. For the moment I was alone in the room, and I lifted my belly to touch myself. I slipped my hand down to finger myself, and was hardly surprised by how wet I was. This was the hottest thing that had ever happened to me, and I loved every moment of it. I came in seconds as I touched myself with one hand, and felt my new fat with the other. All my nerves were electrified with erotic sensitivity, I had never felt so sexually charged in my life. For the next 40 minutes the process continued, and I gained another 20 lbs. My overhanging belly was expansive and my arms hung out from my sides. My head was more limited in movement due to the excess of fat on my neck. I was by no means a marvel of fatness, but I had grown enormously over the afternoon. I watched the mirror next to my bed and smiled. When the final round completed, the doctor returned again. She had visited and observed periodically throughout the procedure, but had not had to be there the entire time for a regimet as noninvasive as this had been. The IV was removed, and so was the tube from my throat, and I was lowered into a sitting position. Then the doctor spoke.

"How do you feel?"

"I feel amazing."

"Any pain anywhere?"

"No ma'am"

"Do you have any concerns?"

"No, I feel well and read all the information, I am fine."

"How about you try to stand up for me"

I blushed. I scooted myself to the edge of the seat, and off into a standing position.

Oof. Wow. This was a lot. I knew it would be. Suddenly standing was actually quite a chore. I knew that many people were used to the size I had grown to, but earlier this afternoon I was 80 lbs lighter and this was the first time I was forced to face the full gravity of that fact. I wobbled slightly as I stabilized my balance, and righted myself.

Incredible, I thought to myself, I can't see my feet at all. My belly hangs down a couple inches, and it didn't crease underneath at all before. Even my flat chest had gained a thicknlayer of fat! I turn a circle, looking in the mirror at my cellulite-riddled ass, and I can tell. I'm a certified fat guy!

I lifted my new belly with my hands and let it drop, wobbling and bouncing as it did. I laughed. I had actually done it!! And I knew I was not done getting fatter, in fact I had set something in motion I had no way of stopping and no way to reverse. That made it all the more exciting.

The doctor smiled, watching my excitement.

"Walk across the room, turn and come back" she watched my movements, checking my balance and coordination. I did as I was told, but my new form was quite something for my mind to adapt to, and I was clumsy. I was forced to waddle, because my thighs were so much thicker than before. I walked the short distance of the room, and returned with heavy breath. This was no joke, I was going to be completely exhausted by the end of the day. Then she instructed me, "bend down and touch your toes" I bent over a bit, but was quickly stopped by the mass of my middle. There was no possible way I would touch my toes in this state. In fact, the effort and surprise of the fat in my middle pressing on my diaphragm took my breath away too. Wow, I sure would be panting a lot as I adjusted to my new size.

The doctor chuckled a little at my effort, "Good. Good. That's just fine." She smiled.

"Now lift your arms out to your sides"

My arms felt heavy as lead, but she inspected the masses of fat hanging mostly from my upper arms. She circled me, feeling the fat accumulation around my chest, sides, middle, and buttox and made notes on her computer.

"Everything looks to be in order, do you have any questions for me?" I shook my head. "Your follow up appointment is in a week. I expect you will have gained at least an additional 50 lbs by then, due to the medication still being active in your system. Eat as much as you can in that time to maximize your results, assuming you still want to keep growing. Of course, you can't back out now, but if you want to limit further growth that is still within your control. That being said, I am impressed with your results at this time, and I look forward to seeing you next week. I will keep you for another couple hours to monitor your condition, and make sure you have no complications, but in the meantime I will have them bring you a few trays of food. I expect you are very hungry."

She was correct, I was starved. I looked at my huge belly and was shocked that I could still want to eat more after three hours of nonstop fattening. Still, my stomach gurgled, demanding more. The nursing staff brought in an entire lasagna with a huge milkshake and a slice of cake four times a normal amount. I set to work. My newly fattened belly making sure that the tray table they put over me had to be set extra high, and my arms quickly tired from the excess weight, so I set the tray table to the side and filled myself a plate that I set on the dome of my belly. The most interesting thing about the medication, was that it made food process into fat at about the same volume as the food itself. A person usually eats three to four pounds of food a day, which would make me gain about that much each day if I was eating normal amounts, but the expectation is that with my increased apatite and stomach capacity I was likely to eat twice that much in order to stay on track with projections. Still, that was no cap, and I could eat as much as I was able, and I was determined to see how far I could push myself.

I ate the lasagna first, a family sized pan of it. Incredible! Even after everything, I didn't feel completely full. I had to test this. I drank the milkshake and ate the cake. Only then did u feel the first wave of fullness. The nurse saw that I had finished my food and brought me a plate with four burgers and a large soda. They had clearly prepared for this, and done this before. I went through the second "meal" in about half an hour, and was feeling rather full and bloated. I then was brought a huge tray of nachos, which I continued to munch on for the rest of the time, dilling my belly to a capacity I had never nefore imagined. The stretch allowed by the medication I was on was truly astounding.

The doctor entered when the observation period was done, in order to give me a final check before discharging me.

"I have briefed your attending nurse that will be visiting your home, but I'd like to introduce you to her, so that you can get acquainted. This is Jen."

I blush and wave a little, embarrassed to be meeting someone new in this state. I needed to get over that, because this would be the only way I would be meeting anyone from here on out. This was my life now. It was hard for me to separate the fact that while this was incredibly erotic for me, the people around me didn't have reason to think this was anything other than regular weight gain. Well, I guess the nurse probably knew, but that's because I was here in the clinic, doing this on purpose. Certainly there were many reasons to want to gain weight, but the goal of rapidly doubling one's weight was extreme enough to be squarely in the category of kink, without many other possible motivations. I shook his hand, and he smiled warmly. "I look forward to working with you."

She was taller than I, about 5'7", and she looked strong. She was butch, and probably the best word to describe her would be handsome. She had tan olive skin, strong brows, and kind eyes. Her short hair was a bit curly, and she was about 30.

"In terms of your discharge, there are a few more matters to discuss" said the doctor, there is one additional option you have to maximize your gain. It is a bit more extreme, but with your aptitude and enthusiasm for this process, I think you could be a good candidate if you're interested."

I immediately nodded, "I am certainly interested, what would it entail?"

"I first want to preface this by saying this will definitely put you over what you originally expressed you wanted your goal weight to be. That being said, it is far more variable and I cannot tell you exactly how much, it varies greatly from person to person. It also will mean that you need more assistance over the next week, because it would render you less capable of taking care of yourself, would that still be something you're interested in?"

"Yes, but what does it entail?"

"As you may know, the brain uses more energy and burns more calories than any other organ in the body, barring rigorous exercise, which of course you won't be doing anyway. In order to maximize your gain, one promising prospect is diminishing cognitive function."

"So you're saying if I take pills to make myself temporarily stupid, I'll get fat faster?"

"Precisely."

"Are there any side effects?"

"The results wear off no more than a week after the last dose is taken. They have been reported to cause weight gain, increased libido, and an increase in apatite, but those changes should not be noticeable, because the effects of the operation will likely cause all those things, at least for you anyway. Other than that, the only other documented symptom is the purpose of the drug, decreased cognitive function. You'll be incredibly stupid. This will affect both judgement, and short term and long term memory for the duration of the time you're taking the pills. Your interests will be simple, and you'll be extremely carefree and food motivated. Most normal people would be terrified of such a drug, I have to admit, but you seem like you might actually enjoy it. There are people who don't want to stop once they start taking this medication."

"You promise I won't still be stupid once the drug is out of my system?"

"Clinical trials have shown no reduction in IQ of patients before use and after discontinued use of this drug. While every single drug on the market contains risks, as far as medication goes this one is perfectly safe as long as someone keeps an eye on you while you're on it, and you don't get yourself into any outside trouble."

I thought to myself, "that seems simple enough, I do want some time to think about it though."

"How about this- I write you a prescription and you decide if you want to fill it or not. This is entirely up to you, but if you DO decide to take it, call or email me beforehand so that I can get help sent out your way. Jen will be headed to your home in the morning regardless, but you will need more than one daily check in if you are so heavily impaired."

"I can handle that, I appreciate you giving me flexible options with that. It seems really appealing, I just want to do a bit of research."

"Of course! That's what I'm here for. This clinic is to help people realize the dreams that are beyond their grasp, and I intend to make sure you have the best options available to you. Is there anything else, before we get you home?"

"How long does it take to get a mobility scooter preordered?"

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They wheeled me out to the hospital transport van in a wheelchair, as they do with basically all hospital discharged, but for the first time I was really relieved that they did. Sure I could walk around, but my body was far from used to it yet. When dropped off at my house, however, I did waddle up the steps and inside on my own.

"Damn" I thought. "I'm so heavy." I breathed hard, leaning on the counter in my entryway. Kitchen to my right and couch to my left. I was breathing hard, unused to the weight. Jen would be going over some physical therapy exercises with me tomorrow to get me used to my new body and retain mobility, but all the strain on me had left me exhausted today. This morning I had walked out the front door like it was nothing, it never even seemed like a task to move about my home, but that was different now. "Thank god I got everything ready ahead of time." Before heading to the living room I decided to get myself a tray of food first, I couldn't think about anything other than my starving belly. I grabbed two bags of chips, a tub of guacamole and a jar of queso from the fridge, and popped two frozen burritos into the microwave. I set all that on a tray with a 2 liter of Coke, and hobbled to set it on the tray table next to the couch, where I intended to spend the next several hours. "This food should last me a while" I chuckled. I was going to eat so much food this week.

I went to the app for the pharmacy chain nearby on my phone, and ordered the prescription for the drug we had discussed to be delivered later that afternoon.

"Now to read up on it, if I don't want it, I don't have to take it" I said to myself, but my mind was basically made up anyway. Still, it was good measure to check it out. "Intelexa" was the name of it, I searched redit forums, and found a number of threads of people who took it. There were a few different reasons people wanted temporary intelligence debuffs, but sex or kink was one of the common underlying reasons. Everyone who had taken it on the threads had enjoyed it a lot. I could really tell when someone who was on it was typing though, because the phrases they used were simplistic and full of spelling errors. Still, no red flags, I thought, other than the fact that some people seemed to have been on it for a while without showing any intention of stopping. Oh well, perhaps their reasons were different. Everyone who got off of it still seemed glad they had done it, and they didn't seem to note any lingering effects, other than missing the feeling. It seemed too good to be true. I turned on a movie, and ate all the food I had brought over, and eventually fell asleep there in the living room.

When I woke up at about 6 pm, the drug had arrived, dropped through the mail slot in my front door. I saw it from my seat, but because I had decided to order delivery for dinner, I planned to just pick it up when the food arrived. No need for extra steps, I told myself.

I placed my order for a family sampler platter from the Asian resturaunt just a block away, and sat tight for the quick delivery. I then drafted an email to the doctor. She was gone for the day but would be back in the morning.

"Hello,

I had decided to take you up on your suggestion to try the Intelexa, I plan to take it just before bed so that tomorrow it has kicked in. Please send Jen as expected, but I'd like to go ahead and adjust the schedule so that I am receiving as much care as you recommend for the duration of the week.

Thank you for your help"

I signed off the email. That should work, I thought. With that taken care of, I heaved myself to the edge of my seat. After a couple tries, I stood and slowly hobbled to the door. There, I very gently took to one knee, careful not to hurt myself, because I was not a good judge of my balance yet. I collected the paper pharmacy bag and opened the door for my food. Fortunately the driver had set it on a little table I had set on the porch, not realizing just how helpful that table would be. I bobbled my way back to my seat, and sat down with my tray. I opened up the paper bag and looked at the pill bottle, "once daily for seven days" it said. "Do not take if pregnant" well duh. I read through the warnings. All seemed as expected. I was burningly curious. My plan was to head to bed in four or so hours, and I wanted to try them right away. I set a reminder for myself on my phone "brush your teeth" at 9:45 and an alarm "go to bed" at 10, in case even those instructions proved hard to remember, and then I took the pill.

While I was still in motion I decided it was best to do anything I still wanted to do before sitting back down or before the drug kicked in. I set my food on the counter, and walked to the bathroom scale. 265. I had gained 15 lbs since the feeding tube, so that meant I'd eaten 15 lbs worth of food while waiting for release at the clinic and since I had been home. I hadn't even eaten my dinner yet. Incredible. I was going to blow past every projection. That was a little scary, but extremely exciting.

I sat down on the couch with my enormous dinner, as well as a tray of cookies from the pantry. I turned on a lets-play of a game I used to play as a kid, and Google how much a gallon of fat weighed. 7.4 lbs. That day I'd gained nearly thirteen gallons of fat. In a single day! It was hard to wrap my head around it! It was actually getting harder to wrap my head around much. It had been about 20 minutes since taking the pill, and I felt the first few things slipping. Never mind that, I had food to eat. I watched my little video and ate my dinner. When my video ended after about 30 minutes, my head felt floaty and my skin tingled. I giggled, this was so much fun! Being off work! Getting so soft and jiggly. I clicked through the recommended videos ans put on a song with some pretty, colorful visuals. So nice! I couldn't be bothered to search videos, that was too hard, and I had such yummy food to eat. I let the videos play, as I mindlessly ate and touched my fat. It was so pretty, rippling as I touched it. My skin was so smooth, stretched taut over my ever-expanding fat. I could actually visually see the difference between my belly when I started my meal to now. My skin was warm to the touch and extremely sensitive, from head to toe. When I looked down at my body, my double chin kept my head propped up more than it ever had before. The feeling of my soft chin fat cushioning my face turned me on. I felt my nipples, that were on soft, heavy breasts now. I lifted one in each hand and let them plop back down onto my belly. I felt the underside of my belly, I had to reach out pretty far to even get my hands under there. I could hide both hands under my belly apron without any trouble. I flopped it up and down, enjoying the warm heavy blanket it provided my lap. I traced the crease around to my sides. I had an impressive muffin top, that capped at the small of my waist where there was a crease in my fat. This crease could be traced to my back where I had a drooping layer of fat swooping down under each shoulder blade, joining with the crease in my side. I couldn't reach my back at all anymore due to the fatness of my arms. Speaking of my arms, they didn't hang down directly anymore. They propped out at an angle, with a little dimple over my elbow.

All that was on my mind was eating and the softness of my body. All I wanted was to make my body bigger, softer, and heavier, and there was not a single worry in my head. No regrets. No fears. Just fat and food and lust. I didn't have a concept of tomorrow, or a plan for what would happen the rest of the week. I didn't think about what I would do if I did end up immobile, and if I kept up the path I was on, that was the inevitable end. I didn't realize that yet. I didn't realize anything. I just simply realized that my food was almost gone. I kept eating the noodles and rice, licking my sauced fingers, and dug into the cookies. I didn't have a concept of fullness, but the tightness in my belly felt incredible. I was on a sensory journey that couldn't be matched, everything was beautiful and fun, and I felt so good. I was being weighed down by a warm and heavy blanket of fat, akin to the feeling of being wrapped in a weighted blanket, but this was mine. My body. My beautiful, rippling, expansive body. I took off my clothes. I had only bought three sets of clothes in large sizes for after the operation, in case my size was different than I expected, and it was a good thing I did. The first, albeit the smallest set, had been stretched to bursting and was hurting my skin around the waistband of the pants and around the sleeves on the shirt. Who needs clothes at home anyway? I didn't think about if clothes would fit tomorrow or if I would need to get dressed. I didn't think about impressing the beautiful nurse coming to my house in the morning. My head was full of cotton candy and bliss. The world was a beautiful place full of food, and I was starving. No apprehensions, no guilt, no concequences. Just getting fat beyond belief.

My hand touched the bottom of the plastic tray of cookies, and I pouted a little that the cookies were gone. With all the food I brought over eaten, I had to stand back up and go get more. I rocked back and forth to get the momentum to stand, and took careful, small steps to the kitchen. My thighs were noticeably wider than my test walk at the hospital, and I could feel my waddle getting more dramatic. I giggled. Waddle! Such a funny word. Jiggle. Funny word too! Jiggle and waddle, soft bouncy belly! These words amused me as I puttered about the kitchen. I saw a bag of microwave popcorn, but the microwave seemed much too hard to operate. No popcorn now. I looked in the freezer, and saw a gallon of vanilla ice cream. I had forgotten that I just ate cookies, and got some more from the pantry. I hummed the sing-songy jingles of fast food chains and waddled all the way back to my seat. Yummy! Ice cream and cookies. I turned back on the TV, right to a cooking show. Good thing too, I couldn't have changed the channel if I had wanted. I let the show drone on as I polished off the whole gallon of ice cream and box of cookies. My phone made a pleasant little jingle, and I hummed along as it buzzed. I didn't notice the alarms to go to bed, I just kept snacking. The TV programming became worse and worse as the night stretched later and later but I didn't care. I didn't care about anything. I made several more trips to the kitchen for food. The mound of empty packages grew around me as I grew drowsy. Before I knew it I was asleep on the couch.

I awoke to a knock at the door, and a bright smiling face coming though. In the morning sunshine Jen looked angelic to my hazy brain, and with her came the enchanting aroma of pancakes. I looked at her wide eyed, and didn't say a word. "I'm relieved you stayed out of trouble, seems you jumped the gun with the meds!" She walked carefully around the mountain of wrappers and packages beside me. "Looks like you still managed to do some damage though, didn't you big guy?" She teasingly poked my belly. Last night's mindless binge left me another 15 lbs heavier. At least. I looked up at her, as she grabbed a trash bag from the kitchen and gathered the garbage. "What am I going to do with you? You're already managing to be a lot of trouble, but I can't help but be impressed. I've hardly seen anyone gain as much as you have the first day after the treatment. Are you going to be a record breaker?" She talked to me like a kid, but I couldn't tell, I was just happy to be coddled and praised. I giggled.

"You don't know it yet, but I've decided to make you my pet project. You show enough potential that I want to see just how fat you can get this week. It'll be our little secret." She winked at me, and I laughed, not understanding what she meant, but I did understand the three McDonalds Big Breakfast Platters she set in front of me.

"Thank you for bringing food! I like pancakes. I'm hungry!"

"I know you are, you're starving. Probably wasting away, you haven't eaten since last night!"

"Wasting away..." my thoughts trail off as I look into the pretty, reflective syrup on the pancakes. I grab my fork and dig in. I still hadn't moved from my spot, or clothed myself, but I didn't notice. It was just as well anyway.

"How long will you keep bringing me food?" I ask Jen through mouthfuls of food. "We will see, but it may be for a long time. I want to make sure you get big and soft!"

I kick my feet up and down in giddy excitement. I'm completely maluable to any suggestion she has, and she knows it. After I finish my pancakes she gets me up to do some exercises, to stretch my legs and retain mobility. "Up up, on your feet big boy" she grabs my hands and pulls me up. Was I always this heavy? Was walking always this hard? I can't be sure. This feels like a lot. Jen took my hand as she walked me to the bedroom to get me dressed. I took her arm and waddled along, then sat on the bed when we got there and Jen began to get out my clothes.

"Do you come here every day?"

"I do now"

"What... what do I do every day?"

"You eat."

"Oh..."

"Do you like to eat?"

"Yes"

She pulled the shirt over my head and over my growing middle. I was on to the 4 xl shirts. Yesterday, I was a medium.

"Why are there little shirts in the closet?"

"I don't know. Do you wear little shirts?"

"No, I wear big shirts!"

"And why is that?"

"Because I'm big and fat!"

"Very good! And do you want to keep getting bigger and fatter?"

"Yes!" I loved being soft, that I knew, and I also loved impressing Jen and when I said yes she seemed so pleased! It motivated me to keep getting fatter for her. I didn't have a concept of the concequences in this state, just of impressing the pretty lady and being soft and heavy. By that point she had dressed me, and she hauled me to my feet again. "Now you need to get weighed. Did you write down your last weight?" I looked at her blankly. "Of course you don't know, come on then" she led me by the hand to the bathroom where the scale was. Thankfully I had prepped by getting a very strong scale before all this. On the counter was a notepad with the list

Pre-op

175

Immediately post op

250

Day 1 6pm

265

Of course I hadn't written anything down since the medication, literacy would be quite a stretch at this point. I got up on the scale and it seemed I'd gained weight even since she had gotten here. "285, very good. At this rate you will get up to at least.. hm 20-40 lbs a day, counting the rest of today and the remaining 5 days.. maybe a little longer depending on the first dose.. you very well may be over 500 lbs by the end of the week!

And from there you'll only gain more... with a body like that, staying active is impossible! You've locked in your fate, haven't you? Soon, the best exercise you'll be able to manage is walking to the door to get your delivery orders! If that..." She smiled at me, and if I was in my right mind, perhaps I would have been afraid, but I had no fear, I had no concept of the long term concequences. All I had was her being proud of me, good food, and my wonderful, soft, expanding fat. I had turned into her little experiment, to see how far these things could be pushed, and I loved every moment of it. The selling point of the Intelex had been the calories saved from reduced brain function, but while that was definitely a component, the far more effective result was the lack of inhibitions, anxiety, or awareness of concequences. Without those things, for better or worse, I could gain limitlessly. No fear, guilt, or concern stopped me from indulging every single primal desire that crossed my clouded mind.

She guided me by the hand back to the living room to do some exercises. The goal was to get me used to my new size, help coordination, and keep mobility. She held my hand and had me stand on one foot and try to balance. Lifting my leg and keeping it off the ground was almost impossible. With help, I was able to manage it for about 30 seconds before having to sit and catch my breath. My muscles were unused to this. After a short rest and a can of Coke to quench my thirst, I did it on the other leg.

Then Jen had me walk up and down the stairs to the basement once. That was the hardest thing I had tried yet. With shaking knees and buckets of sweat I finished. "When do I get to eat again?"

"Good boy! Always ready for more food. Let's get you some brunch."

She fixed half a loaf of French Toast with a heaping portion of syrup and sprinkle of powdered sugar, as well as heavy cream to drink. I downed it all quickly, letting out a small burp. I blushed. I don't usually burp... do I? I'm not sure. "Do I.. have a job?" "Not right now, for now your job is to grow." "Am I doing a good job?" "The best. Now tell me, why do you like to grow?" "Because it's sexy." "Does it make you horny?" "Yes!" I reach down to touch myself lightly, on the outside of my clothes, and find it a challenging reach. Was it always this hard to reach?

"That is all I have planned for this morning" Jen said, "I have some other stops to make. I'll put on a movie for you and order you some lunch for an hour from now. I will see you again this evening"

She set me up a que of simple, colorfully animated movies. Once she was gone I couldn't help but jack off to my gain. I was huge! Bigger than anyone my height should be! So heavy my muscles could hardly haul me around! So fat that the rolls looked like they were going to melt off me.

So fat I couldn't see my feet if I tried, that I'd have to be careful what furniture I could use, I was fat enough to get stuck places! My wardrobe was gone. I looked nothing like my old self. No one would know me. I was wholely changed. So fast too, two days and my life would have a completely different trajectory now. Every aspect of my life would be affected. The way I moved. The clothes I wore. The activities I did and the places I could go. My restrictions would be great, and every one would remind me of how I had chosen this, the bulk of my body was a direct choice that I made purely out of lust. My kink was plastered to my whole body. I wore it in the most public possible way. It was like the most pristine bondage- never removable. Permenant in every realistic way. A shrine to hedonism. I reached my hand under my belly and bulging fupa, and fingered my needy hole. My arm quickly tired of holding back such a large pile of fat, so I humped a pillow and massaged my moobs. My whole body was soft and tender. I thought to myself with more clarify than I'd had since the night before, but all my thoughts still went to how ravenously horny I was at that moment. How I loved to eat and eat with no remorse or guilt. How I loved every square inch of my body. How erotic I found it that I was simply not strong enough to masturbate like I did before. I pulled up a selfie from last week on my phone and came to the sheer comparison.

I was broken out of my post-orgasm stupor by a knock at the door. I washed off my hands on the way to the door, collected my food, and headed back to my spot. I was likely not going to stray from this spot much anymore. Once the adrenaline wore off, the cloudy haze settled back over my mind, but not quite as heavily as before. The first dose was wearing off somewhat.

As I ate and blankly watched movies, I thought about my future. I was huge, and I was going to keep getting bigger. What would that look like for me? How would I do the things I needed to do? How would I care for myself? I loved this lifestyle I was settling into. Could I continue it? Could I dare to dream? It seemed too good to be true. Perhaps I would go back to work, but hazy days of movies and neverending food was roo good a life to let go of. It felt soooo good to be soft and fat, sitting and playing with my own belly. It was heaven. I wanted to repeat this moment every day. Wouldn't it be nice to have someone to feed me and look after me... of course I had Jen, but she was just hired to do that, paid for by insurance, she didn't actually want to keep doing this, right?

I shook my head. It was all too hard. Too complicated. All I knew was that I loved food and growing big and I wanted to get to keep doing that with Jen for as long as possible.

She hadn't been joking around when she ordered me lunch, it was at least enough food for 8 people. Four milkshakes, 6 double burgers, 12 chicken strips, two large fries and a cheese curds. I ate slowly, working through all the food bit by bit. For the next four hours I ate, thinking about all the things I was too fat to do, and how hot and bothered that made me.

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At 6 pm Jen returned, and the first thing she did was inspect me carefully. I had eaten every bite of food, and had gained probably 10 lbs to show for it. Plus breakfast, that probably set me at 300 lbs now. My belly hung considerably over mu fupa now, and my legs were permenantly bowed out. My arms too were propped to the sides, and the upper arm became more pillowy with every meal. Even though because of too surgery my upper chest was small compared to the rest of my heavy laiden torso, even at my scars my moobs managed to hang. Less fat just gathered there than the rest of me, but even still I was thickening up. The point where the scar met my underarm made a bulge that creased and began to hang too. I was collecting masses of fat, new bulges and creases all over. As she looked over mu bulgenong form, I spoke a little nervously this time. "I think it's nearly time for my meds again, but I want to tell you while I'm relatively clear headed, I really like you, and I like you feeding me. I want to see how fat you can make me. I want you to make me as fat as you can."

"Oh YES piggy, I'm so glad you told me that, but we will soon see if you regret it. I will make you as fat as I possibly can, you can count on that."

"And..." I stammered, "I want you to know I would love for you to fuck me. I want you to remember that for when I'm stupid again, alright? You don't have to, but I want you to know you can..."

"Perhaps if you're an incredibly good piggy, I will reward you. It'll be our little secret. Motivation, if you will"

#make me fatter #weight gain #male gainer #getting fat on purpose #wg #male feedee #intentional weight gain #tumwrites #trans feedee #feedism writing #feedism story #weight gain story

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icu-fetish · 10 months

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Patient Helena. Part 1.

The first surgery was very successful. I rested in my ICU room for almost two days.

Yes, of course... You must be wondering what is going on? Well. My name is Helena and I voluntarily take part in an experiment performed by this research center.

To participate in this project, I had to go through a serious selection process. Out of 11 candidates, only I was chosen. It is quite strange; I could not think that there would be so many girls willing to take part in rather dangerous medical research. But I answered all the questions flawlessly, and the results of my examination were recognized as excellent.

Doctors want to test the experimental patient life support system. Therefore, my role is quite simple - I must be a test subject.

The patient must be connected to these life support devices for a long time. Moreover, it is necessary to agree to several surgeries and injections of paralyzing drugs. Of course, a very significant monetary reward is provided for successful testing. And in case of complications, the clinic undertakes to support my life support as long as I want it.

After the surgery, I woke up with an oxygen mask on my face. In order for life support devices to monitor the patient's condition as accurately as possible, it is necessary to implant several sensors in the subject's body. Of course, I'm nervous. I'm afraid. Soon I will be taken back to the operating room and connected to the ventilator again...

However, later, when the necessary sensors are implanted and paralytics are regularly administered, I will not be able to breathe without the support of a ventilator. I was given a tour of the laboratory and I saw other patients... They are practically in a vegetative state and connected to life support systems around the clock. It really fascinates me... It's hard to imagine what awaits me in the future and how far these experiments will go. But I'm looking forward to them starting.

The nurse took off my oxygen mask and surgical cap. I only have an oxygen cannula on my face. For now, she said it's time for me to sleep. I don't understand what this means, but after the injection I really start to fall asleep...

#intubated #breathing tube #ventilator #oxygen mask #cannula #bouffant cap

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asksythe · 9 months

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We know Nie Mingjue died of qi deviation, but i quite often saw the fandom also called what happened to Lan Qiren inside mingshi and Wei Wuxian in the lotus pier's ancestral shrine was qi deviation as well.

Can you explain what qi deviation actually is?

Thank you 🙏

It's "magical psychosis".... caused by improper cultivation practice or a detrimental state of mind.

Psychosis in a regular person is scary enough. But what about when someone who has superhuman strength and an unthinkable degree of control over their own body starts undergoing violent psychosis? What about when this person can warp reality itself (as is often the case in high xianxia genre)?

That's the simple way to explain a qi deviation (or as Nie Huaissang refers to them in the book 走火入魔, this term can be understood as "to be so consumed by an obsession that one succumbs to madness"). To understand Qi deviation, you have to understand cultivation, though. And that's a fair bit harder to describe in simple terms without being stymied by the cultural barrier.

A simple way to describe cultivation is that it's the process where people slowly turn themselves into biological magic (qi) reactors (like a Mako reactor from FF7 + the Zerg Hive from Starcraft). This process takes years, decades, or even centuries, depending on the specific story. This process requires very careful conditioning of both the body and mind over the years (i.e. building the reactor).

Just like with building a reactor, if you use shoddy materials or if the blueprints are lacking, or if the reactor starts taking in questionable supplies, or if the environments are stressful, problems can happen. And problems can be anything from a minor hiccup, a pause in operation, the reactor failing to expand further and stagnating, or the reactor going kaboom (i.e. the Nie's terminal problem).

I can see why people call what Wei Wuxian experienced in Lotus Pier's ancestral shrine a qi deviation. He was in a heightened state of emotion. They just came back from the second Siege, so he was already exhausted both physically and mentally. Then he had that fairly onesided altercation with Jiang Cheng. He exhibited the classic symptom of bleeding from facial orifices. It does line up, doesn't it?

In the case of Lan Qiren, uh... I guess? So this is the passage concerning Lan Qiren in the book (Wuji, the first volume of MDZS simplified Mandarin):

Lit (It's my translation. I never read any English translation, so it may be rough, but it should carry the meaning):

…Lan Qiren, who originally had lost consciousness, sat up straight. He was bleeding and smoking from the seven orifices on his face. His beard pointed up straight. His finger pointing at Wei Wuxian trembled. (He) hoarsely said: "Stop blowing! Scram! Scram right away! You can't--"

Before he could finish saying "can't" what, he spewed up blood and fell back down, once more deep in unconsciousness.

So it's the same physical symptom: bleeding (and smoking!) from the seven orifices. The prior stressor is the Lan failing the invoking ritual on Nie Mingjue's hand and were injured when the hand retaliated. So that's on par with Wei Wuxian after the second siege. It's not just Lan Qiren, but every other Lan in the chamber other than Lan Wangji and the Lan disciple who managed to escape. Lan Qiren also sat at one of the key positions in the array used to suppress the hand, so he would suffer a worse bounce-back attack.

And then Wei Wuxian entered the picture....

Are we to understand being in Wei Wuxian's presence and hearing his "atrocious" flute blowing to be such mental stress that it pushed Lan Qiren from 'wounded and unconscious' straight into 'qi deviation' territory (which is capital S serious for a cultivator) ??!! Is Lan Qiren that fragile, or does Wei Wuxian just have that much of an impact on him? 😦

I guess it is.... 😅 if we are meant to take it humorously.

In any case, there are actually resources in English if you want to dig deeper into this phenomenon/concept:

Although if you want to completely grasp qi deviation and such cultivation-related topics, I recommend you read mainstream xianxia books (as while they are amazing, MXTX's books are oft-criticized for being threadbare in regards to the cultivation aspect.) or play cultivation games (I play Overmortal. It's fairly easy and free to get into. It's pay to win though. If you only want to get a better idea on cultivation, it's a good option).

#ask sythe #mo dao zu shi #mdzs

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bodyswappertransforming · 23 days

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Dictator’s body double part one

In a realm shadowed by the tyranny of a dictator named Alexi, a critical issue weighed heavily on the minds of his closest advisers. Alexi, distinguished by his unique height and authoritative demeanor, had survived several assassination attempts. The solution was as clear as it was difficult to achieve: they needed a body double. Yet, the challenge extended beyond merely matching Alexi's rare physical stature; it required emulating his distinct aura of control, a task that appeared insurmountable until they heard whispers of a secretive technology.This technology, a crown jewel of espionage, belonged to the Central Intelligence Agency. Far from being a simple exercise in disguise or superficial changes, this was a comprehensive, transformative process that fused psychology, physical transformation, and technology to allow someone to completely take on another's identity, capturing their mannerisms and, potentially, their way of thinking. It was designed for the most extreme missions, allowing agents to blend into their covers so seamlessly that even those who knew the impersonated individual would be none the wiser.Through daring operations that would later become the stuff of legend within the corridors of power, Alexi's regime acquired this technology. The hunt for a double was reinvigorated with newfound vigor. Many were evaluated, but only one was selected: Ivan, a soldier whose bravery and dedication was unmatched.

Ivan had known missions that tested the limits of his endurance and skill, but nothing could have prepared him for the moment when his commanding officer summoned him into a stark, dimly lit room. The air was heavy with a tension that made Ivan’s instincts flare with unease. His officer, a man of few words and even fewer expressions, didn't waste time on pleasantries."Ivan, you have been chosen for a mission of paramount importance," he began, his voice a monotone that belied the gravity of his words. "From this point forward, your old life ceases to exist. You are to become Alexi."Ivan's mind raced. Become Alexi? The very notion was absurd. Alexi was a figure of fear, a tyrant whose name whispered in the shadows incited dread. How could he, Ivan, a man whose physical attributes were diametrically opposite to those of Alexi, assume his identity? Ivan was tall, yes, but slender and muscular, with light hair that was starkly different from Alexi's darker, imposing presence."Sir, with all due respect, how is this possible? Alexi and I... we're nothing alike. The physical differences alone—"His officer cut him off with a sharp gesture. "Everything will be explained to you. The technology we've acquired makes the impossible possible. You will undergo a series of operations and psychological conditioning. When we're done, even Alexi's closest confidants won't be able to tell you apart."The mention of technology sparked a flicker of understanding, yet the full scope of the transformation that was being proposed seemed beyond the bounds of reality. Ivan's objections lingered on the tip of his tongue, but the look in his officer's eyes—a blend of unwavering conviction and an unspoken warning—silenced him."Your first task is to meet with Alexi. He has personally requested to see you before the procedure begins."The thought of coming face-to-face with the dictator was enough to unsettle even Ivan’s steeled nerves. Alexi, whose rule was ironclad, whose whims were law, and whose cruelty was legendary, wanted to meet him? The implications were chilling.As Ivan was escorted to the meeting, his thoughts were a tumult of anxiety and disbelief. The corridors seemed to stretch on interminably, each step taking him closer to the man who embodied terror for so many. When at last he was ushered into Alexi's presence, the dictator's cold, assessing gaze felt like a weight. Alexi circled him, a predator sizing up prey, before finally speaking."You will become me," Alexi stated, his voice devoid of warmth. "This is not a request; it is your new reality. Your commitment must be absolute. There is no room for failure."The weight of Alexi's words, the sheer impossibility of what was being asked of him, settled over Ivan like a shroud. Yet, in the face of Alexi's unwavering expectation, refusal was unthinkable. This was more than a mission; it was a total erasure of his former self, a plunge into the unknown with no promise of return.As Ivan left the meeting, the magnitude of his commitment loomed large. He was no longer just a soldier; he was to become the shadow of a tyrant, embarking on a journey that would test the very limits of his identity and resolve. The path forward was fraught with uncertainty, but Ivan knew that turning back was not an option.

The process to transform Ivan into Alexi's double was as meticulous as it was grueling. It began with a battery of tests—medical, psychological, and physical—to ensure Ivan could withstand the radical changes required. The timeline was daunting: nine months to a year of constant, invasive transformation and recovery. Ivan was put on a stringent new diet designed to significantly increase his body mass; he had to gain nearly 200 pounds to match Alexi's more imposing physique.Beyond the physical transformation, Ivan embarked on a rigorous regime to internalize Alexi's essence. He began to shadow the dictator, observing him in meetings, noting the subtleties of his speech, the nuances of his gestures, and the way he carried himself—everything that made Alexi, Alexi. This shadowing was not merely about imitation; it was about understanding Alexi's thought processes, predicting his reactions, and adopting his worldview.In the evenings, Ivan's transformation continued in a different, yet equally demanding, form. He was hooked up to advanced machines that facilitated the transfer of memories. These sessions were designed to imbue him with Alexi's experiences, or at least, a version of them, to ensure that Ivan could replicate not just the dictator's mannerisms but also his reactions to specific references or triggers. This technology, blending the cutting edge of neuroscience and psychology, aimed to merge Ivan's consciousness with aspects of Alexi's, blurring the lines between the individual and the persona he was to adopt.The process was disorienting, often leaving Ivan in a state of identity flux, where the boundaries between himself and the role he was assuming became increasingly indistinct. Every day, he found pieces of Ivan fading away, replaced by the characteristics, memories, and even thought patterns of Alexi. It was a transformation that demanded not just physical resilience but an unparalleled strength of mind.Throughout this exhaustive process, Ivan's commitment was put to the test. The physical changes, while challenging, were straightforward compared to the psychological and emotional toll of taking on another's identity so completely. The machines that worked to integrate Alexi's memories with his own left Ivan in a limbo between selves, a space where Ivan's past and Alexi's experiences intertwined and sometimes clashed.Despite the hardships, the promise of becoming Alexi's perfect double drove Ivan forward. With each passing day, the soldier who had entered the program receded further into the background, giving way to the emerging figure of the dictator. This transformation, once unthinkable in its depth and breadth, slowly became Ivan's new reality, a testament to the lengths to which he—and those orchestrating the change—were willing to go to protect Alexi and preserve their grip on power. The journey was far from over, but Ivan was no longer the man he had been. He was becoming Alexi, for better or for worse.

Three months into the transformation, Ivan's life as he knew it had been officially erased. His family mourned him as a hero lost in battle, unaware of the surreal journey he was undergoing. The physical changes were becoming apparent: Ivan had put on about 25 pounds, a testament to the new diet and the efforts to physically match Alexi. But the transformation went deeper than the skin.The memories transferred from Alexi started to take root in Ivan's psyche, intertwining with his own thoughts and experiences. With these memories came unexpected cravings—for power, wealth, the rush of domination, and surprisingly, for cigars and vodka, substances Ivan had previously abstained from. The daily regimen of pills and injections was relentless, altering his body chemistry to accelerate his transformation into Alexi's double, not just in appearance but in essence.Spending his days with Alexi, Ivan was subjected to the dictator's habits, including drinking and smoking cigars—habits that were initially repulsive to him. Yet, as the days passed, Ivan found himself not just tolerating these vices but slowly starting to relish them, a sign of how deeply the transformation was affecting him. The physical changes continued: his skin began to adopt a slightly different pigment, his hair darkened, and began to thin, aligning more closely with Alexi's appearance, and his skin showed signs of aging to mirror Alexi's age, which was about 15 years his senior.This physical and psychological metamorphosis was disorienting. Ivan could feel the essence of who he had been slipping away, replaced by the burgeoning identity of the man he was to become. The once-clear demarcation between Ivan and Alexi blurred with each passing day, challenging Ivan's sense of self. He found himself caught in a complex web of identity, power, and transformation, embodying a role that demanded the sacrifice of his former self for the sake of a mission that had consumed his existence.The forced adoption of Alexi's habits and the assimilation of his memories and desires marked a significant milestone in the transformation process. Ivan was no longer merely imitating Alexi; he was becoming indistinguishable from the dictator, embodying his characteristics, desires, and even his vices. This deep integration signaled a point of no return in Ivan's journey, a testament to the extraordinary lengths to which the regime was willing to go to protect their leader and maintain their grip on power, at the expense of Ivan's identity and the truth.

By the fourth month of Ivan's transformation into Alexi, the process had reached a critical and irreversible stage. Ivan had already begun to embody Alexi's persona, mastering his mannerisms, adopting his style of speech, and even altering his voice to mirror the dictator's distinctive timbre. His walk had taken on the characteristic stride of Alexi, and through the ongoing memory transfer, Ivan found himself understanding—and in some unsettling ways, even empathizing with—Alexi's perspectives and motivations.The first surgery marked a significant escalation in the transformation process. It was not just another step but a leap into solidifying Ivan's commitment to becoming Alexi. The operation was daunting: to physically reduce Ivan's height to closely match that of Alexi, requiring the shortening of his legs. This surgery, combined with the injections that had already begun the process of shrinking him, was aimed at reducing his stature by a total of 12 inches.Waking up from the long and arduous surgery, Ivan found himself in a haze of pain and disorientation. The realization that he was now significantly shorter, only a few inches taller than Alexi, was jarring. His face, swathed in bandages from the extensive facial reconstruction, was a tangible symbol of the transformation's severity. The surgery had not just altered his height but had begun the process of reshaping his face to mirror Alexi's visage closely.This physical alteration was more than a change in appearance; it was a profound alteration of identity. Ivan, once a distinguished soldier with a unique identity, was now being meticulously sculpted into a living, breathing double of the most feared man in the country. The pain from the surgery, both physical and psychological, was a constant reminder of the sacrifice Ivan was making. His body was no longer his own; it was becoming a vessel for the persona of Alexi, molded and shaped through science, technology, and a deep psychological reconditioning that blurred the lines between two distinctly different men.As Ivan recovered from the surgery, he had to confront the reality of his new existence. The sight of himself in the mirror, once a familiar comfort, had become a source of estrangement. Each glimpse of his bandaged face and altered physique served as a stark reminder of the path he had chosen—or rather, the path that had chosen him. The transformation was not just about adopting Alexi's external appearance; it was about subsuming his identity into that of the dictator, a process that was as much about losing himself as it was about becoming someone else.This first surgery was a pivotal moment in Ivan's journey, marking a point of no return. The physical changes were irreversible, locking him into his mission with a permanence that went beyond mere commitment. Ivan was not just playing the role of Alexi; he was being physically remade in his image, a testament to the lengths to which the regime would go to protect its leader. As Ivan faced the long road of recovery and further transformations, he did so with the knowledge that there was no turning back, only forward into the uncertain future of his new identity.

#bodyswap #mental change #fantasy #male transformation #personality change #male body swap #disguise transformation #body double

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silicacid · 13 days

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The world’s largest Muslim-majority nation is set to normalize relations with the Jewish State, according to a report Thursday by the Ynet news outlet.

The deal was reportedly reached after three months of secret talks between Indonesia, Israel and the Organization for Economic Cooperation and Development (OECD), which the Jakarta government wants to join, and which Israel belongs to.

After weeks of talks, the OECD and Indonesia agreed that Jakarta would have to establish diplomatic ties with Israel prior to the vote to approve its entry to the organization.

Indonesia has opposed Israel’s military operation in Gaza that followed the invasion and war launched by Hamas on October 7. Jakarta also supported South Africa’s lawsuit against Israel at the International Court of Justice accusing Israel of genocide.

Earlier this week, however, for the first time an Indonesian aircraft participated in an airdrop of humanitarian aid into Gaza. It is also the first time an Indonesian aircraft has flown through Israeli airspace.

“I want to sincerely thank you for our very constructive discussions over the past few weeks and for Israel’s important decision to allow talks between Indonesia and the OECD regarding its joining the organization,” OECD Secretary-General Mathias Cormann wrote to Foreign Minister Israel Katz in a formal letter notifying him of the agreement.

“As discussed with you and Prime Minister Netanyahu, the precondition of the start of diplomatic relations prior to any decision to invite Indonesia as a member of the organization is included as a clause in the OECD Council’s official conclusions for the talks … As we discussed, this process will have a positive long-term impact, so it was crucial to allow the process to begin,” he added.

New membership in the OECD requires the establishment of diplomatic relations with all of the organization’s 38 member states, in addition to unanimous approval of the application.

It’s not a simple process. Indonesia’s legislation, policies and regulations will have to undergo review by 26 different committees — a process that could take up to three years — before receiving approval to join the OECD. Each of those committees will include an Israeli expert who will have the right to veto Indonesia’s accession if the country fails to make good on its promise to normalize ties with the Jewish State.

“I am pleased to announce the Council has officially agreed to the clear and explicit early conditions according to which Indonesia must establish diplomatic relations with all OECD member countries before any decision is made to admit it to the OECD,” Cormann wrote two weeks ago in a letter approved by Indonesia before it was sent to Israeli Foreign Minister Israel Katz.

“Furthermore, any future decision to accept Indonesia as a member of the organization will require unanimous agreement among all member countries, including Israel. I am convinced that this provides you with assurance at this crucial point,” the letter read.

In response, Katz sent a letter back to Cormann, welcoming the news.

“I share your expectation that this process will constitute a change for Indonesia, as I anticipate a positive change in its policy toward Israel, especially abandoning its hostile policy toward it, leading the path to full diplomatic relations between all sides,” Katz wrote.

#palestine #indonesia #israel #oecd #free palestine #from the river to the sea palestine will be free #boycott divest sanction #genocide #ethnic cleansing

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one-divides-into-two · 2 months

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"[T]he classical debate seems almost to attribute a secondary importance to the extraordinary historical significance of the active role of institutions in the late-joiner countries (signally in Germany) – initially in the forms of an accentuated centralization of the operations financing industrialization, and then, subsequently, with equipment intended to directly or indirectly govern the structure and composition of supply – when compared to the tendencies of the state-development relation, which is instead treated as essential. On the other hand, if a politics of fierce protections and then of imperialist expansion, which tends even to destroy the world market as simple area of exchange, corresponds to the anything but “parasitic” role of the state within second-comer industrialization, in this very phase the conditions, which had up to that point impeded the evolution of the international market from a mere moment of simple circulation to becoming the direct center of the accumulation process on a world scale, are changing radically. But concerning the whole process of internationalization, the classical debate performs a reading by all means conditioned by what has just been said.

The international movements of labor-power in this phase are events which largely remain to be studied. What is certain, however, is that they repeat on an enormous scale, though in different forms, the “originary” movements of the “slave trade” [tratta]: let it suffice to recall the massive extractions of labor-power from India and China, both towards other colonial areas (Africa) and to the metropolis, or to recall the waves of transoceanic immigration to the United States. If all this does not eliminate the existence of closed national markets of labor, still less is the relative international immobility of capital overcome by the waves of “capital export,” which the classical debate on imperialism rightly places at the center of its attention, and which constitute in fact the first massive historical phenomenon of “internationalization” of capital. In other words, this is still a hybrid form, so to speak, of transition, of the process of internationalization: this does not therefore represent a real qualitative leap of the system. As the recent literature on foreign investment has put into relief, this is dominated in this phase, quantitatively and qualitatively, by the figure of the investment “portfolio.” Although the nature of the latter cannot be made clear but in contrast to “direct” investment (a distinction that is not necessarily fully perceived in this moment), the phenomenon appears reconstructed, even then, in a substantially correct manner.

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The adequate theoretical figure that encompasses [ricomprendere] the nature and dynamic of this specific mobility of capital is already totally developed in Marx: it involves capital as commodity – the loan capital market. In the 5th section of the third book Marx unfolds the general lines of his theory of this market, albeit in a rather fragmented manner:

On the money market it is only lenders and borrowers who face one another. The commodity has the same form, money. All particular forms of capital, arising from its investment in particular spheres of production or circulation, are obliterated here. It exists in the undifferentiated, self-identical form of independent value, of money. Competition between particular spheres now ceases; they are all thrown together as borrowers of money, and capital confronts them all in a form still indifferent to the specific manner and mode of its application. Here capital really does emerge, in the pressure of its demand and supply, as the common capital of the class, whereas industrial capital appears like this only in the movement and competition between particular spheres.

Whence the Marxian theory of the rate of interest and its critique of the existence of a “natural rate”:

As far as the permanently fluctuating market rate of interest is concerned, this is a fixed magnitude at any given moment, just like the market price of commodities, because on the money market all capital for loan confronts the functioning capital as an overall mass; i.e. the relationship between the supply of loan capital on the one hand, and the demand for it on the other, is what determines the market level of interest at any given time.

The rate of profit – which exists uniquely as a tendency, as a movement tending to equalize the particular rates of profit – constitutes only the external limit of the determination of the rate of interest, but the laws of formation of the one are in fact different from those of the other – their connection clearly resides only in the movement of the cycle. But the different nature of the two rates has a fundamental importance in this context, precisely for that aspect from which Marx’s analysis seems to want to abstract:

In stressing this distinction between the interest rate and the profit rate, we have so far left aside the following two factors, which favour the consolidation of the interest rate: (1) the historical pre-existence of interest-bearing capital and the existence of a general rate of interest handed down by tradition; (2) the far stronger direct influence that the world market exerts on the establishment of the interest rate, independently of the conditions of production in a country, as compared with its influence on the profit rate.

Exactly as the rate of interest historically anticipates the formation of the rate of profit, so it anticipates, at the level of the world market, the tendential movements of the rate of profit. The influence of the world market on the national rates of interest is in fact only an appearance [faccia] of the inverse process. Marx affirms this explicitly at the end of his analysis of credit:

The credit system hence accelerates the material development of the productive forces and the creation of the world market, which it is the historical task of the capitalist mode of production to bring to a certain level of development, as material foundations for the new form of production. At the same time, credit accelerates the violent outbreaks of this contradiction, crises, and with these the elements of dissolution of the old mode of production.

Capital export and the process of capitalist internationalization preceding the first world war are largely the practical realization of this anticipatory function of the movement of capital that is productive of interest. As such, they reproduce on a broad scale the characteristic ambivalence of this movement. The “classical” literature is aware, even without systematizing it, of this ambivalence. Thus, the Leninist emphasis on the contrast between export of commodities and export of capitals does not change the fact that, in the last analysis, for Lenin as for almost all the contemporaneous literature, the second is still a direct function of the first, on the “strictly economic” plane, according to the unchanging schema: export of manufactured goods against import of raw materials. And it is in this light that one should also read and appreciate the twofold polemic developed by Lenin: on the one side, against anyone who unduly extends the moments of anticipation of that form of international mobility of capital (against Kautsky, but also against Bukharin); on the other, against anyone who elides them within a “normal form” of the cycle and within the schemas of enlarged reproduction."

Luciano Ferrari Bravo, "Old and new questions on the theory of imperialism." (1973)

#lenin #imperialism

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TMMN EP 14 - Trivia + Analysis

There’s not much for me to write about this episode, not at the beginning at least. So this will be more of a trivia post Minto reaction to common’s folks house was what I expected.

TRIVIA

“Nikujaga is like the Japanese equivalent of chicken noodle soup. Nikujaga is made of of meat, potatoes and onion stewed in sweetened soy sauce and mirin, sometimes with ito konnyaku and vegetables. Nikujaga is an example of yōshoku. Generally, potatoes make up the bulk of the dish, with meat mostly serving as a source of flavor.

Sure Minto....but that doesn’t mean he has much power or control.

See?

Again with the motive to find a goal in life.

I bet he does Mint, he probably had been in the same situation as you.

NOT KEIICHIRO SAYING THE BLUE KNIGHT RESEMBLES THE ALIENS IN PERFOMANCE AND ASPECT.

All good points tbh.

SHE DIDN’T BLUSH WHEN SERVING KEIICHIRO COFFEE...

A SIMPLE YEAH COULDN’T BE ENOUGH TO MAKER HER BLUSH!

IS SHE THINKING ABOUT THEIR PREVIOUS INTERACTION?

iS HER QUOTE FOR LOVE, REALLY MEANING ... FOR SOMEONE SHE LOVES? LIKE RYOU?

Ok, ok, interesting, TMMN focusing on how to care for the envrioment and inspire young generations once again..

Trivia

The history of practical windmills in Japan started when foreigners from the United States and Europe visited this country at the beginning of the Meiji era, in the early 1880's. They built windmills in various parts of Japan to pump water. Thereafter, up until mid 1920s, the windmills were mainly imported from the U.S.A. and Germany. They were primarily used for water supply and pumping. Besides these imported windmills, there were irrigation windmills worthy of special mention. Since the end of the Meiji era (the 1900's) simple wooden windmills were built by the local carpenter or blacksmith at relatively low cost. A total of several thousands windmills were operated in Nagano, Ibaraki, Chiba, Osaka and Aichi prefectures. These were used for a long time until just after World War II, in the 1950's. On the other hand, wind-powered electric generation has not been so active, except for the Yamadas wind turbine which was widely used mainly by pioneering farmers in Hokkaido after World War II. History tells us that these successful wind power utilizations were due not only to the natural environmental conditions but mainly to the social conditions. Based on these past experiences, efforts to develop alternative energy began to be positive after the oil crisis of 1973. Current wind energy activities in Japan include those sponsored by government agencies, the electric power companies and private industries. I’ll talk about the aliens and deep blue when we get more episodes

Tokyo Mew Mew Ole reference?

She became so humble in New.

Very rarely the original anime went to into this specific details on how to deafeat a chimera (even if they were animal based) using its own weakness... I feel like TMM Ole helped a lot in that aspect.

Once again something precious to Minto is being used as a chimera or to help the aliens.

I love when TMM goes into this type of opposite prespectives

Once again, Minto is torn between having to destroy/fight things that she loves and mean a lot to her.

I feel like her character arc came full circle in this episode.

She found her goal, she knows what she wants, she knows what’s important, what to protect and its the right time to do it. Even if it means delaying your dream some more. There’s a time and a place for everything, you’ve done your best, you’ve found something you want to achieve in the future, work for that goal, grow up and learn. Don’t rush. Trust the process.

The fight is over, they won but at what cost... Seiji arrives to check on everyone after getting the report of what happened. He looks at Minto destroyed project. She expects him to be angry but he isn’t.

Minto apolagizies to her brother, she really has matured. She understands the meaning of her actions despite sometimes the method not being the best way to achieve them

This words are too similar ...

I’m pretty sure your family knows of what you’re capable of, .and with their help you’ll be able to suceed. It’s just a matter of time. And with this Minto arc comes to an end. She found two goals in life To be a Mew Mew and protect the planet, To work for her father company and also save the planet with green energy.

#tokyo mew mew #mew mew power #tokyo mew mew new #analysis #trivia #minto aizawa

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the-bjd-community-confess · 1 year

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The real cost of recasts - ethics, health, safety

Once the photos of the doll recasting factory were revealed, everyone can now clearly see that all of those people are working daily without any protective or safety equipment in any area of production. This becomes yet another important reason to boycott recasts, to give them up, to refocus the hobby on ethically produced dolls. We care about each other as hobbyists, we encourage each other to take the proper safety precautions in working with casting resin, in sanding, with paint and sealants - we are well aware of the dangers. So are the people who run that factory. But PPE equipment is expensive, and an ongoing expense. Recasts must by nature remain cheap so it’s simply not going to happen because it’s not cost effective. That’s another reason recasts are cheap, because the factories don’t protect their worker’s health. And now they have finally shown us the actual truth - that they don’t protect their workers and they never have.

We must publicly acknowledge this and own it - that we as bjd hobbyists all now have the clear and visible proof directly from the source - those workers are actually risking their health to produce these fake dolls. They have been doing this all along. Whoever obtains one (directly or second hand) - or is ok with people having one - is supporting that process continuing. No more excuses, no more exceptions.

A human rights issue is actually at stake here and there is no neutral way to skate around it, no way to spin it that doesn’t prioritize someone’s hobby privilege over the basic human rights to safety and welfare of another person. As knowledgeable and informed hobbyists, we have a responsibility to stand up for our hobby not contributing to this, we have the obligation to act and behave ethically. The simple fact is - if there is not enough demand to produce the fake dolls at a profit, recasters will not have any incentive to keep making them. It’s actually possible to starve these recasting factories out of the doll market because they operate via volume at very slim profit margins. The CEOs don’t care if they are casting doll parts or resin dog statues. The moment it becomes unprofitable, they will move on from casting dolls. Every doll order they don’t get could be the one that tips the balance sheet into the red and causes them to get out of the doll casting business sooner. Maybe yours. Maybe your friend’s.

We know that the health risks and damage from resin and paint exposure are cumulative. Every time you see a recast, now you know that the people who cast it, the people who sanded it and the people who painted and sealed it had no protection from the lung and skin damage we know are inherent in doing these things. Over and over, day after day, probably with few other viable job options, likely without adequate health care once they become sick from working under these unsafe conditions, possibly with a shortened lifespan. Hopefully this will finally give a greater number of hobby people more backbone to enforce the zero tolerance policy in the hobby from today forward. It’s a very simple ask - to buy dolls that are ethically produced by people who protect their workers. Most of us do this in other areas of our lives already, and rightly so. Harmful manufacturing practices can absolutely be affected by consumer action.

If you are still unmoved, I challenge you to go and look at the recast company‘s group photo again. Pick out three people and zoom in and study each of their faces - imagine their lives and stories. Are you ok with saying “You, who I know are someone’s daughter, you who are someone’s dad and you, who are someone’s sister - yes, I’m fine with you breathing toxic fumes, I’m good with you handling toxic substances with your bare hands, and nope I really don’t mind if you sacrifice your health to make me a cheap doll”. Because that’s what it actually means to buy a recast.

Please reblog this where possible and consider including any part of it into any pro-artist statement you make. Please consider publicly affirming (or re-affirming) the commitment to legit-only dolls in any space where you have a voice or platform in light of this information.

~Anonymous

#BJD #ABJD #BJD Confessions #Community Counterfeits #Recasters #Safety #Health

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sasha-chambers · 2 months

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Short Horror Stories: The Pit

High in the mountains of the Russian north sat a mining town that had lived peacefully, living out a comfortable living off of a series of rare metal veins that ran throughout the mountains that they called home. Besides the occasional truck that came through from the company that owned the time to transport their haul off to other locations for it to be processed, the towns people were fairly isolated from any other points of civilization, a quiet and simple life that not one of them had any complaints about. However, their peaceful existence was suddenly shattered one day when an accident occurred within one of the open air mining pits where the ground became unstable and collapsed, dragging many miners and pieces of equipment down into a dark cavern that had been undisturbed beneath them for possibly thousands of years.

Once the panic and shock died down and the smoke had settled, teams were dispatched into the pit to search for anyone that might have survived the opening of the sink hole and potentially recover any equipment that they could to minimize the potential losses from the accident. For the first couple of hours the operation was carried out without issue, a handful of miners being dug out from some of the smaller tunnels that branched out from the pit and machines returned to operational condition so that they could be used in the effort, but then one of the rescue teams found something near the bottom of the pit that they never would have expected. The cavern that had opened up had revealed what appeared to be ancient buildings carved from stone along with various tunnels that led deeper into the earth, various rooms branching out from them and leading other caverns containing more stone buildings.

While the rescue operation continued those in charge of the mining operation contacted their superiors and were immediately given orders to explore and secure the site as it was a potentially historical find that they were highly interested in having control over. With a great deal of excitement mixed with apprehension, a new team was sent into the newly discovered cave systems, mapping them out and setting up lighting systems to clarify where they had been as well as help them to find their way. As the team continued their work they found that there must have been an entire city underneath the mountains, the architecture not matching anything known to man but was clearly complex as the entire thing was carved into the very earth itself.

Eventually they came across the most awe inspiring sight yet, a larger cavern containing a singular, colossal structure that could only be described as a palace, various statues depicting towering figures carved into the walls of the cavern, figures that looked almost human with the exception of the fact that they sported pairs of large, bat like wings and four arms each. However, when they managed to open the doors to the palace, a cold, stale wind billowed out from the structure, bringing with it a strange scent that sent a chill down the spines of all present, scattering any enthusiasm for the exploration of the caverns and making them think they shouldn't be down there.

Nevertheless, they pushed on into the palace, finding themselves in a great hall with many columns holding up its high ceiling and leading down to a throne that sat at the far end. Shockingly, it was here that they found their first sign of life having been within this underground city as a body was sat upon the throne, slumped over as if in deep sleep. As they approached the body on the throne, it was then that their last chance to return to the surface slipped from their fingers as the great doors behind them suddenly swung closed as if on their own accord and the team began to look about wildly, desperately searching with their torches for any signs of who might have closed the door.

They did not look long for their answer, unfortunately, as one of their necks was suddenly ripped open by an unknown assailant from the shadows, others soon following to similarly gruesome and efficient wounds until only a couple of them remained and their attackers suddenly ceased and the sound of a great breath being taken emanated from the throne.

"It must have been long indeed if your kind has harnessed the power of the sun in your hands." The body on the throne spoke in a slow and raspy voice somehow using clear and fluent Russian, one clearly not used in a long time. It pushed itself up off the throne, revealing that it was one of the creatures that the statues outside had been modeled after, its skin as pale as bone, its face lacking any features besides eyes, leaving the survivors to wonder how it spoke at all, its head was bald and its eyes were a sickly green. It knelt down and scooped up one of the torches, looking at it curiously before shining it around, revealing that many more of its kind stood about the room, some of their clawed hands red with the blood of the team members that now lay cold on the ground.

"What are you?" one of the survivors eventually managed to ask after swallowing their fear and the leader of the creatures stalked its way over to them, kneeling down before them with a curious, excited look in it's eyes.

"So you have forgotten about us?" It asked, its jaw pulling down and stretching the skin around its mouth until it tore open and revealed a mouth full of needle like fangs, "Good."

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march '04, plymouth county, massachusetts: the living dead & his lover

“It might make me feel better if you put on the sexy nurse outfit. Y’know, act out a scene where you fuckin’ know what the hell you’re doing?”

Eugene gave Mike a queasy smile from the edge of the bathtub, “If that’s what it takes.”

Mike was standing at the sink, boggling at his own partially decomposed body in the mirror– which, somehow, looked in better condition than it did the day before.

“... This should be more painful and terrifying. I should be dead.” Mike murmured, flatly, “I can’t feel anything. Like if I stop talking, I might slip off again—this time for good. N’ I don’t want to, but it all feels so… Surreal.”

Eugene tried to seem unphased by the sudden shift in tone this conversation had taken. He remembered Mike telling him it was an inherited quirk; the rapid, indecisive way he shuffled between humor and sincerity, to the extent that telling where one ended and the other started was getting too complicated for everyone involved. Eugene knew that in this context, ‘inherited’ meant Mike unintentionally picked up the mannerism from his father, which one could easily extrapolate to mean it was something about himself that pissed him off to no end.

These past few years—well, maybe since the day Eugene met him, really—living in proximity to the Aftons was one batshit thing after another. Mostly tragic things, but always bizarre. He flowed with it. Mike was, after all, the only freak in a hundred mile radius that could even relatively handle him.

“... Mikey?”

He hummed in response.

“I did some sleuthing while you were away.”

“You were stalking me?”

“Forever and always. Anywho, the Funtime Animatronics, Mikey. Freddy, Foxy… Those are clearly Fazbear Entertainment’s exclusive intellectual property. If Afton Robotics LLC. is a separate legal entity, he would’ve needed to request permission to use these assets. Alternatively—and far more likely, given the circumstances—it’s a related enterprise that’s operating off Freddy’s resources without Mr. Emily’s knowledge.”

Mike finally turned away from the mirror to look at Eugene, though he seemed to still be processing what he was trying to say.

“If that’s true, at the very least, your father is in several different precarious legal situations. Which- well, obviously, but disingenuous business practices would be a good ‘first domino’ in the crime trail. It’s simple, it’s believable. It opens the door.”

He grimaced, “It wasn’t just me. Two other technicians, at least- the last night… I don’t know the scale of it, but… Whatever or whoever he’s using to cover this shit up, it’s been working flawlessly for a long time.”

“Complicated lies tend to come apart fast. All you need is the right loose thread. Speaking of which,” Eugene stood up, stretched and touched his shoulder, “Just realized I didn’t tie those stitches off right at all. Hold still.”

Mike groaned.

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tumbylove · 4 months

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Here is the beginning of a weight gain story I'm writing. I have turned off reblogs because this is definitely a Beta version and I don't want it spreading too far before I've finished and improved it, but I'd love feedback and tips/ideas! Completely original and very indulgent weight gain fic including intelligence loss and impossible medical care. Enjoy, let me know what you think!!

Then they called my name. My heart jumped, and I stood and followed a nurse to a room where I was weighed and my vitals were taken. After a few minutes, I met with doctor.

We went over goals with the operation, and risks. We also went over my desired result and other procedural options.

The plan for the actual operation was simple:

"Good thing I tried that," I thought, "I'll have to stop by the store tomorrow for another chair"

Then my stomach began to rumble.

I realized that with the elasticity drug already in my system, I could probably push my stomach farther than ever before.

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Next, in came the doctor, who repeated much of the information given the other day, and told me she would be attending to me over the course of the day. The next step was possibly the most important, because it would prepare my body for what was about to happen. The injections. Because they were to stimulate fat growth, I was given shots all over my body, focusing most on the places where I was most interested in fat accumulating. One in my double chin and each cheek, three in each of my upper arms and one in the forearms, one in each moob and five in a star on my belly. Two in each asscheek, one in each hip, three in each thigh and one in each calf. 30 shots. By this point I was giddy with excitement, and dazed and loopy from the medication. I smiled as the doctor put a feeding tube down my throat, and began to notice the warm full sensation of my belly being filled to bursting. But... it didnt stop. Because of my elasticity, my stomach could fit so much! For about five minutes I was pumped full, and then it stopped. That was the waiting part. For the next fifteen minutes I would wait for my body to process the nutrients. My stomach had bloated to something of an orb, but as I sat, the bloating turned to pure, soft fat. It was astounding, but I could watch and see it happen. My entire body was electric with tingling sensations. I was very conciously aware of every small change that my body made, all my nerves were extremely sensitive and my stretched skin felt overwhelmingly good. I caressed my belly with my hands. Incredible! It was not only bigger, it was substantially changed! Fortunately the clinic had put a large mirror beside the bed, because of course this was the type of procedure done here, and they knew people wanted to see their changes in real time. In the 20 minute cycle, I had added 10 lbs to my body! It was incredible to watch. This process repeated every 20 minutes, and at the end of the first hour I had gained 30 lbs. My moobs now hung over my dome of a belly, and my arms were substantially fatter. My ass sat wider on the bed, and I was absolutely memorized by my own softness. I turned on the food network on the hospital TV, and amused myself by playing with my new fat as I watched it grow.

"How do you feel?"

"I feel amazing."

"Any pain anywhere?"

"No ma'am"

"Do you have any concerns?"

"No, I feel well and read all the information, I am fine."

"How about you try to stand up for me"

I blushed. I scooted myself to the edge of the seat, and off into a standing position.

Incredible, I thought to myself, I can't see my feet at all. My belly hangs down a couple inches, and it didn't crease underneath at all before. Also my moobs hang! I turn a circle, looking in the mirror at my cellulite-riddled ass, and I can tell. I'm a certified fat guy!

The doctor smiled, watching my excitement.

The doctor chuckled a little at my effort, "Good. Good. That's just fine." She smiled.

"Now lift your arms out to your sides"

(Finish writing food section)

The doctor entered when the observation period was done, in order to give me a final check before discharging me.

"I have briefed your attending nurse that will be visiting your home, but I'd like to introduce you to her, so that you can get acquainted. This is Jen."

I immediately nodded, "I am certainly interested, what would it entail?"

"Yes, but what does it entail?"

"So you're saying if I take pills to make myself temporarily stupid, I'll get fat faster?"

"Precisely."

"Are there any side effects?"

"You promise I won't still be stupid once the drug is out of my system?"

I thought to myself, "that seems simple enough, I do want some time to think about it though."

"I can handle that, I appreciate you giving me flexible options with that. It seems really appealing, I just want to do a bit of research."

"How long does it take to get a mobility scooter preordered?"

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"Damn" I thought. "I'm so heavy." I breathed hard, leaning on the counter in my entryway. I knew tons of people were the weight I now was, and they moved about with relative ease, compared to me anyway. They'd gotten that way over several years of gaining. Their bodies had time to adapt. Mine was completely unused to this, and concequently it was all very hard. I entered, Kitchen to my right and couch to my left. I was breathing hard. Jen would be going over some physical therapy exercises with me tomorrow to get me used to my new body and retain mobility, but all the strain on me had left me exhausted .. This morning I had walked out the front door like it was nothing, it never even seemed like a task to move about my home, but that was different now. "Thank god I got everything ready ahead of time." Before heading to the living room I decided to get myself a tray of food first, I couldn't think about anything other than my starving belly. I grabbed two bags of chips, a tub of guacamole and a jar of queso from the fridge, and popped two frozen burritos into the microwave. I set all that on a tray with a 2 liter of Coke, and hobbled to set it on the tray table next to the couch, where I intended to spend the next several hours. "This food should last me a while" I chuckled. I was going to eat so much food this week.

I went to the app for the pharmacy chain nearby on my phone, and ordered the prescription for the drug we had discussed to be delivered later that afternoon.

"Hello,

Thank you for your help"

To be continued.

#weight gain #weight gain story #fantasy weight gain #medical #doctor #male gainer #getting fat on purpose #male feedee #intentional weight gain #my writing

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