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mylevisdontfitanymore · 2 years

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mutual gainer stucky where theyre both fattening themselves and each other up, but one of them is suddenly relegated to desk work due to an injury and no longer having to walk around or exercise so much (not to mention snacks always being in easy reach) makes them completely blow up, far outpacing their previous gains. maybe the now significantly-less-fat one teases the other about just how huge theyve gotten in comparison, how they practically look /slim/ next to the absolute whale their partner has become as they continue to stuff their enormous belly even further.

bonus points if there's teasing about just how close to immobility the fatter one is getting with how little they need to walk around, the slimmer one having to help them up onto their feet whenever they sit down and watching them struggle to even waddle ^^

I seem to be going on a spree with everyone’s prompts reminding me of stucky chubby kink fics that I can recommend buuuut I’m going to do it again anyway lol, sorry if it’s annoying:

This gives me “Hot Dish” by superstringtheory vibes 👀

Not because the story is super similar or anything but in that fic, Bucky is just starting to get chubby because he breaks his hip accidentally and Steve attempts to make him feel better by cooking him dish after dish of comfort food, hence the weight gain from not moving and being fed rich foods. Which… is vaguely like your prompt of one half of stucky being forced to do desk work due to an injury, so it’s where my brain went lol.

I do very much appreciate the idea of stucky already gaining when that happens 😏 because the world can always use a little more chub if you ask me

Unbeta'd stucky below the cut. Warning for belly kink, consensual fat shaming and humiliation, name-calling (whale + pig), weight gain, stuffing, immobility, sexting, etc.

Maybe this is another modern without powers alternate universe? Like, Steve and Bucky both work regular jobs and I’m personally picturing pre-war Steve and Bucky, so, Bucky already has the weight and height advantage on Steve when he gets hurt in an accident (car crash, skiing, hiking, I don’t have a specific incident in mind, imagine whatever you want) at which point he piles on a shit ton of weight, very, very fast, making him look that much bigger in comparison to little Steve.

Steve practically looks stick thin next to Bucky’s heavy rolls and all his sinful excess, panting just sitting on the couch, too busy massaging his burbling gut to actually get any of his work done on his laptop (which… where is he supposed to put that laptop anyway? There’s no lap left. Bucky’s obscenely swollen gut takes up all of the space on top of his jiggly, thick thighs 😳).

Pre-accident though…

They both have hefty, impressive pot-bellies going on. Every little bit of chub seems to go to Steve’s belly, so he rounds out more than Bucky in the front. Always round and solid. But Bucky has gained everywhere as well as in his gut- his thighs and ass and chest and shoulders and face have all chunked out some too.

They like to compare, standing in front of the bathroom mirror, belly to belly, faces turned to the side to get their fill of their reflection as they pinch rolls and soft fat and new stretch marks. Exploring their lover's growing bodies together; obsessed with how good it is to grow together.

It’s not that comparing matters all that much though, it’s not a race. They compare for fun… fun that usually ends up with their guts pressing hard into each other, shuffling in close to make out until one or both of them break and they land heavily on the bed. The slats already beginning to creak under their increasing weight.

And pre-accident when they’re both stuffed - spending the day cooking for, pampering, and feeding each other - they both look pregnant. Not, like, realistically pregnant though. No. They look like kids that are playing pregnant by stuffing pillows up under their shirts; bellies just as full at the top as they are at the bottom from this stuffing but also from all the other stuffings they’ve gotten up to before. It’s so hard to not stuff yourself once you pull the trigger on it, y’know? Being full is just that fucking good.

Addictively good.

After though… after the accident (and it’s not extremely serious, just enough to tweak and fracture something in Bucky’s leg so he’s on doctor’s orders to not walk until further notice) Bucky’s gains lap Steve’s. The secret to how quickly the weight explodes out is that he’s not moving. He’s eating the same as when he was mobile though. He’s eating the same and maybe even more because Steve gets a kick out of buying more snacks than they even needed before and leaving all the non-perishable items out on the coffee table (along with Bucky’s lunch for when Steve is gone) within Bucky’s reach, knowing that he will plow through them all thoughtlessly. The only time he thinks about how much he’s packing into himself is when his belly hurts. Groaning and panting. Usually, it’s at that point in the day when his tummy hurts (because it happens every day, let's be real) that he texts Steve a string of pathetic emojis 🥺🥺🥴😮‍💨 plus a few pics of his stomach, bloated large enough that it looks like he’s sticking out all his fat on purpose. He’s not. He’s just that fucking full. Full without any ability to burn even a fraction of the calories off. All of them are gonna turn into fat. Fuck yes.

After receiving his texts, Steve always sneaks away into the bathroom of his work to squeeze his dick through his slacks but also to send Bucky a half whispered, half growled voice memo of “poor baby, lookit you, Buck-! Tsk tsk. I know you’re not allowed to move right now but if you were allowed to… I don’t think you could. Grab that big tummy for me and think about it- do you think you could get yourself to your feet if you tried? I don’t think so. I think you’d be stuck regardless of your leg being okay or not.”

Steve stops recording to breathe. Reminding himself that it is not a good idea to jerk off in your employer's bathroom. He sends that first recording and then starts another...

“I have to go back to work but you should take a break, who’s gonna know? You’re working from home. Take a rest and rub that tummy, you’re a growing boy after all. And you’ll need more room for when I get home to make dinner and dessert anyway.”

He sends that one too.

Then waits for Bucky’s response, heart thudding in his chest.

His response is simply an elegant key smash-

adjkdghlasd;gj

And then-

but u’ll get snacks from the breakroom 2 eat @ ur desk right?!1 🥺

Steve intentionally leaves Bucky hanging until he gets back to his desk, in his little cubical. He’s stolen a soda, a massive filled donut, and as many brownies as he could take without it being suspicious. He smashes a brownie into his face, suppressing his trained instinct to moan at the rich, decadent food. He’s not at home right now. None of his coworkers need to know that he gets off on stuffing his face. Either way, Steve sneakily snaps a photo of his mouth crumbs from the first treat still around his lips. He takes a picture of the small feast he’s brought back too. Captioning it one down…

Bucky will be able to fill in the rest. One down and many more to go.

Hnnnnnggg Bucky’s response vibrates his phone in his hand.

Steve smirks, scarfing his treats down by eating them as fast as he can, eyes sliding shut, pleased, at the way it makes him feel so full so suddenly. Also, he chugs his single-liter bottle of soda. Then, when he’s still breathing heavily while trying to not make too much noise, he takes another photo-

This one is of his belly straining the buttons of his dress shirt, his white undershirt can be seen through the gaps. Under the round dome of his gut, it feels like the waistband of his slacks is trying to cut him in half. He can’t believe he needs to size up again. It hasn’t been, what, even a month since he last upgraded his wardrobe. Goddamn.

Bucky sends him a photo of his face. Eyes dark, mouth open and wet. Wanting.

Now we’ll both have to make room for dinner Steve types, smirking.

f u c k Bucky responds.

After that, Steve pops his slacks open and tries very hard to ignore his bubbling stomach otherwise. He’ll button his pants up again when it’s time to leave. Leave the office and go home to Bucky… his big fat glutton, sitting on the couch all the time.

Eating all the time.

Growing all the time.

…

Steve decided that rather than cooking for them both tonight, he wanted to get takeout. So he orders from their favorite Thai place, getting way more than he thinks they can eat. He kind of hopes they surprise him though… maybe. He won’t expect it.

Bucky doesn’t even say hello when he walks through the door first. He moans first. Thrilled by the scent and asking, “Thai?”

“Mmm-hmm,” Steve answers, closing the door behind him with his fatty hip, hands full with too many things to do otherwise. Steve sweeps the wrappers of the junk food he left out for Bucky on the coffee table to the end of the table, he’ll get them later, right now he just needs to set all this heavy, heavy food down. Not all of the bags and boxes fit on the table. So Steve sets some of them on the floor- they clean and it’s not like they have pets, so it’s fine.

“Not that you should care what I brought home,” Steve purrs, now free of take-out and his work bag and everything, he saddles up to Bucky, throwing one of his thick thighs over Bucky’s thicker (non-injured) thigh. Pressing himself as close to Bucky’s fat as he can. His bloated belly looks like nothing but a little starter pudge next to Bucky’s massive, round buddha statue like belly. As he shifts, sitting on his heavier partner, Steve hears some of his clothes stitching creak. More proof he needs to size up. “It’s not like you need more food. Weren’t you just telling me your stomach hurt?” Helplessly though, Steve starts to rub his belly. Shit. Steve shudders just upon feeling the thick layer of fat over his full stomach.

Bucky’s round cheeks color pink even as his hands conversely come up to grab Steve’s plush ass through his slacks. Pressing their soft, fat bodies together even more. “Yeah…” he whispers.

“Mmm-hmm, I thought so,” he grinds a little against Bucky, unable to not after the sexting session they had this afternoon, “so do you think you really need more food if your belly was just hurting? You really think you need to get bigger? Hon, if you get any bigger when the doctor says you can walk again you won’t be able to. You won’t even be able to waddle around, this heavy belly swaying and jiggling in front of you. Nah. You won’t be able to feel that because it’ll all be pinning you down on your fat ass. Too fat.”

Bucky is breathing heavier now, trying and failing to jerk up into Steve’s hands, already pinned. Wanting more than a belly rub.

“Did you even get any work done today? Or did you just stuff your face?”

Bucky whimpers, eyes dark and so so wanting as he stares up at Steve. He shakes his head slowly as if he’s shy. It’s adorable.

“I didn’t think you did, fatty,” he says, loving every minute of this, “I don’t know why I care though-” he jiggles Bucky’s heavy tummy, blood lighting up hotter at the way he moans “-the bigger you get, the better I look.” Bucky whines. “The bigger and fatter you are next to me, the fewer people pay attention to the growing problem I got myself-” Steve grabs one of Bucky’s pudgy wrists in his fingers, guiding his boyfriend’s hand to his own struggling belly. Steve can’t decide if he’s going to take his dress shirt off the second he peels himself away from Bucky or if he wants to savor the tightness and pop every damn button off as he gluts himself over dinner, sitting on the couch right next to his bigger, heavier boyfriend. “Yeah,” he smirks at the purely undone face and sound Bucky makes, touching him there, where he’s grown the most, “I doubt any of my co-workers would care about all the free snacks disappearing in the break room or the constant sounds of chewing and drinking coming from my cubical if you were in the picture. They’d just see you. You whale. They wouldn’t pay attention to little Stevie- the pig they work with. Nah, they’d only look at you. You would make me look soooo good. You’re so big. Such a whale that a pig like me is nothing in comparison.”

Bucky moans, “Steve-”

The desperation in his voice spurs Steve on, “anyone and everyone would look at you and think about how you must just fucking crush me. Your little, overweight boyfriend. How does Steve breathe with a whale in the bed next to him at night? Oh, is Steve gaining weight? I didn’t notice. Hell, I didn’t even see Steve next to the whale that his boyfriend makes. But now that you mention it… I guess Steve is kind of a pig. I hope he doesn’t get as big as his boyfriend though, that’d be a shame. Wouldn’t it, Buck? Mmfft. It’d be a shame if we both blew up into whales. If I got as big as you. But we both know if I grew to your size you wouldn’t be able to stop while I stuffed myself and gained. You’d keep growing too. And by the time I reach the weight you are now, you’d still be… hmm, what do you think? Are you double or triple my weight? Maybe even bigger than that, huh? What do you say? You'd still be double my weight by the time I reach the size you are now?”

“God! Steve-!” Bucky whines, struggling for breath. He squirms under Steve. If his belly weren’t in the way, Steve knows he’d be able to see how hard his cock is. He loves this. They both love this.

“You wanna keep getting bigger, baby?”

“Yes!”

“You wanna keep being bigger than me even when I’m bigger than almost anyone around? Always rounder and heavier than your little boyfriend, even when I’m just a big, fat, blimp.”

“Yesyesyes! Please, Steve,” Bucky whimpers, tears in his pale eyes.

“Please what?”

“Please fucking touch me, I wanna come! Wanna always be bigger than you!”

“Oh, does the whale wanna come but he can’t get to his cock under all his fucking blubber?” Steve smacks his tummy, feeling intoxicated on the way it makes his whole body ripple, tearing a whiiine out of the much fatter man.

“Yes! Yes! I wanna come. I wanna come. Wanna be fat. So fat. Pleasemakemecome!”

“I can’t fucking wait until we’re both too big to reach our dicks,” Steve murmurs as he hefts Bucky’s huge fucking belly out of the way, searching for his dick. Steve knows he can finish them both off quick enough after the foreplay they’ve had all day that dinner will still be warm by the end. And, shit, he can’t wait to dig in to all the food he bought 🤤🤤 feeding each other and getting fatter might even be better than coming after all

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reesewestonarchive · 5 years

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chapter six / rem belongs to @forlornraven / masterpost / mature content

The van idles in the parking lot when Nakoa wakes. Rem’s nowhere to be found, until Nakoa peers out the window of the motel room and sees him setting their bags in the back, a cigarette stuck out of his lips.

Nakoa pulls from the window, stretches his arms above his head.

Waits for Rem to come back, and when he does, he takes one look at Nakoa and says, “You ready?”

“For /what/?” Nakoa’s ready to settle down. Get a job in some bullshit city that won’t ask his age. Rem can…

Well, maybe if he’s happy, he…

“Next leg of the trip.” He pulls the cigarette from his mouth, stubs it out on the bottom of his shoe. “You wanna get dressed?”

Right now, he wants another fucking nap.

“I’ll blow you,” Rem says, with a raise of an eyebrow, and Nakoa snorts. There’s no fucking way Rem wants to get out of here that quickly. “If we go.”

“Yeah fucking right,” Nakoa says.

But Rem steps forward and pulls Nakoa against him by the hem of his t-shirt. Tucking his fingers into the waistband of Nakoa’s pants, he says, “No. Hey.” He tugs at Nakoa’s collar, a smile tugging at his lips. Nakoa thinks about kissing him. He doesn’t. “I’m serious.”

Nakoa looks from Rem’s lips to the van outside. “Where are we going?”

“Oregon, maybe. Why not Canada? Or Mexico. Check out some of their beaches.” Rem grins. Draws Nakoa in for a kiss, and he tastes like coffee and creamer, sweet and smooth.

Like a different guy, but… fuck, Nakoa’s used to this. Rem gets freaked out by something, says a bunch of jackass shit, and Nakoa handles it poorly. It’s not like this thing between them’s easy. Nakoa doesn’t understand it himself, most of the time. Nakoa’s never wanted as much as he wants with Rem, and… that’s terrifying. To imagine the future and want someone by his side.

“What happened?” Nakoa asks, when his eyes are still closed and Rem pulls away, just slightly. “With the blood.”

Rem goes tight under Nakoa’s fingers. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Tough shit. You’re going to.” Nakoa pinches him, under the arm, and Rem yelps, scowls at him.

“Might have some prick on my tail. Don’t worry about it.”

Don’t worry about it. “You nearly beat the shit out of my dad when he hit me last year,” Nakoa says, trying to contain his frustration and failing, “but the second I want to make sure you’re okay—”

Rem pulls away. “It’s not the same. Come on, in the car. You can drive.” He flashes a smile, mischievous, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“Rem.” Nakoa flattens his voice, steps backwards so Rem’s presence isn’t quite so intoxicating, so he can think through the fog in his head. “I’m serious.”

Rem sighs, runs a hand through his hair. “It’s fine. Can you calm down? I’m not some fucking damsel in distress. I can take care of myself—”

More than he had the other night, Nakoa wants to leave. Let Rem fend for himself, see where that gets him. But then, he imagines Rem lying on the side of the road, or in some dark alley next to a liquor store, and— “Why are you so afraid of this?” he asks, thinks about gesturing between the two of them, really nailing down what he’s talking about.

A dark look passes Rem’s face, before he says, “Because I don’t want you involved.” Nakoa expects him to leave—it looks like it. “You don’t need to get caught up in my bullshit anymore than I should be caught up in yours.” Nakoa wants to tell him that he likes to be, that he likes knowing Rem’s fine, that if he could help, he would. And now that it’s them against the world, two of them on the road alone, each other is all they have. But Rem doesn’t let him, says instead, “We have fun together, right?”

And any hope burns to ash in Nakoa’s chest. He tastes it on his tongue when he says, “Yeah. Fun.”

Bowie plays on the stereo in the car, and Nakoa hears it from miles away. He thinks of what Rem said in the motel room; fun. That’s what it started as; is that all it will ever become for Rem?

Desire breeds warm and heavy in Nakoa’s stomach, sated temporarily by sex, but more often Nakoa just… wants. A longing feeling when he sees Rem singing along to the radio, when Rem moans—a different one when Nakoa touches him than the one he makes when eating pancakes, but neither less arousing than the other.

The goofy grin when he teases Nakoa.

He wants. Maybe the two of them will never own property, will spend their lives on the run from Nakoa’s shithead of a father, from the people Rem hustles for money to survive, but that’s a better end than wasting away in Withervale.

Nakoa should tell him. He should find a way to say the words without scaring Rem off, to say without expectation what he wants.

But then, he wants Rem. Is it not better to have what pieces of himself Rem will offer?

“What are you doing?”

Rem’s voice is scratchy with sleep. His eyes bloodshot from a twelve hour drive, and Nakoa’s knuckles hurt from where he has been pressing against play, pause, record for two hours, listening to the radio.

Fuck. Nakoa rips off his headphones, says, “Nothing. Why?”

Rem raises an eyebrow, says, “Come on. Come to bed.”

Bed tonight is the mattress in the back of the van. Nakoa’s money sits safely in the locked glovebox, but it’s dwindling. They’re close to Oregon, now, Disney just a pipe dream, but Rem keeps pulling off to look at the wildlife. To stop in gift shops. To tug Nakoa around randomly in tourist traps.

Nakoa might revel the attention, if he thought it would lead anywhere.

In Rem’s hand hangs a bottle of whiskey, capped, but when Rem leans down to press a kiss to Nakoa’s lips, he tastes sober. Like toothpaste.

Nakoa chases Rem’s mouth with his own when he pulls away. Rem smirks. His gaze lingers on the tape recorder. “This for me?”

“Fuck off,” Nakoa says. He’d picked up the tape recorder in a pawn shop for a few bucks, one night, and a pack of blank tapes, too. He’s tossed out one shitty mixtape once already, to throw Rem off his tail, to keep him from immediately suspecting. Kind of counterintuitive—the whole point of the mixtape is so Nakoa doesn’t have to say anything—but it calms the anxiety some. That tape had a bunch of Madonna and Bon Jovi, interspersed with just enough of what Rem likes to keep him from telling Nakoa to fuck off and replace the mix with something else.

But it’s hell, finding songs for him. It’s a fucking nightmare. Nakoa has two, right now; a Queen song and a Bowie song, and it feels like the damn thing is never going to be completed. There are a million songs out there, but they’re too cheesy. Too fast, too slow, too cheap, too cliche. Whatever Nakoa’s looking for, he hasn’t found it yet.

Rem’s hand is cold in Nakoa’s, though. There’s a chill to the air, but Rem is warm when he pulls Nakoa against him, brushes his lips against Nakoa’s hair, and laughs as he says, “You need a fucking shower.”

“Rich, coming from you.” Not that Nakoa minds; or not that he can say anything about it. They both need showers, water pressure better than what by-the-hour motels have to offer. Some fucking soap.

Nakoa hums under his breath, already trying to budget out what they’ll need. He can’t.

“What are you humming?” Rem asks. His breath is warm against Nakoa’s ear, his arm a pleasant weight over Nakoa’s waist. It’s been a few days since they’ve fucked. Rem’s been going, too much, switched on too often. Nakoa jerks him off in the van, sometimes, on open stretches of road, sometimes Rem returns the favor, but Nakoa’s getting restless.

That was the beauty of Withervale, Nakoa thinks. The opportunity to do whatever the fuck they wanted, whenever. And it’s not like they couldn’t pick any town they pleased, settle in, but the call of the open road sounds like the call of a siren, to Nakoa; irresistible.

“Sounds like Queen,” Rem says.

“Good ear.”

“Mm.” Rem’s voice is already drifting. Nakoa waits until Rem’s breathing evens out, sneaks back out to where the recorder sits on the old picnic table next to the van.

It’s dawn sooner than Nakoa expects, and there’s a vicious crick in his neck that throbs and burns when he moves his head.

But, after searching through multiple tapes, through radio stations, through mixtapes… Nakoa’s finished.

He clears his throat. Hits stop on the recorder, then hesitates, his finger over the record button again. He could say it, here. Tell Rem everything he wants to say, even though words are meaningless. It’s easy to recognize that, with Rem. The amount of things that just happen, the words that fall from Rem’s mouth.

Nakoa shoves the tape in the stereo of the van, and crawls back onto the mattress. Rem’s breathing is still slow and steady.

He doesn’t move towards Nakoa in his sleep, so Nakoa does it instead. Presses himself against Rem’s side and curls against him. Nakoa breathes him in, stretches his legs, and passes out.

He wakes to Freddie Mercury singing over staticky, broken speakers, quiet, barely audible. Nakoa stretches his arms over his head, yawns, and sits up.

Rem’s behind him, hands in his lap, picking at the last few remnants of his nail polish from his nails. Nakoa makes a mental note to pick some up, if he can find any.

Nakoa watches him, for just a moment, head tilted to the side, before Rem says, “I like this one.”

His heart swells. A grin grows on his face. “Yeah?”

Rem says nothing, though. Just starts the van, puts it into gear, and drives.

Mist surrounds them, casts the road and woods in an eerie, romantic fog, and Nakoa listens as the tracks change from one to the next, discordant in genre but similar in theme.

Rem laughs when The Scorpions play, taps his fingers against the wheel, and Nakoa feels his heart sing along with the lyrics.

When the tape ends, Nakoa takes a deep breath into the silence, his breath loud in the empty space between them. Rem says nothing, seeming content in the quiet. Nakoa wants to fill the silence, somehow, but all the words feel wrong, now. The tape has already said everything he wants to say to Rem, more eloquently, more concise.

But the miles pass, and Rem says nothing. More miles pass—and he says nothing.

Nakoa resigns himself to nothing, disappointment growing in him like a wild beast, untamed and unmanageable. He bites at his fingernail. Lights a cigarette and takes two drags before he puts it back out.

Still, Rem says nothing.

So neither does Nakoa.

#road to nowhere au #my writing #zzz

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drferox · 7 years

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20 Questions with Dr Ferox #14

Another mixed bag of 20 questions and comments from you Vetlings. I hope I’m not overloading you with answers lately. Many of these questions and comments pertain to posts made earlier in the week.

Anonymous said: Dumb question but do you draw? I looked at the FAQ and realised most of the questions have been vet stuff so I wanted to ask something non-vety... If you do draw, can we see an art?

Unfortunately i do not effectively draw, and I’m profoundly jealous of those that can. I can manage an unconvincing kidney or an overly complicated scribble on an endocrine system, but they are better described as ‘a spider falling into ink and having a seizure across the paper’ than ‘art’.

Anonymous said: Talking about drug seeking behavior: My mom use to work in a human urgent care and once a lady walked in saying she's new to town and doesn't have a vet yet but her poodle has SEVERE anxiety and NEEDS some kind of drug to help the dog and the poodle just happen to weigh as much as the lady. What a coincidence. Needless to say she didn't get drugs.

Rightfully so. What sort of poodle weight as much as a grown woman? That’s a poorly thought out ruse if ever I saw one. That said, I’ve had someone come into the clinic and ask to take home a syringe full of euthanasia solution for their dog at home, which happened to be human sized. We firmly declined.

@ jbbarnes-rogers said: I wanted to say that I really liked hat you compared surgery to hand sewing :^). I've always wanted to be a surgeon or a vet but gave up on that when I was in middle school because I inherited my mother's shaky hands, but I'm pretty proud of my ability to sew.

It’s a fair comparison for soft tissue surgery, which is the more common surgery. Facial surgery takes a little more finesse, but orthopedic surgery is more like carpentry.

Anonymous said: My cat, Arrow, has been with us for about 10 years and she's got a few adorable habits. When she's sleepy, you can pick her up and move her somewhere else and she'll remain purring and not be disturbed even slightly. She also seems to have figured out petting, somewhat; when she wants you to pet her she'll raise her paw and slowly claw your arm until you start petting. She doesn't seem to realise we don't like claws, but she never tries to hurt us or deliberately break skin. She's a good kitty.

All kitties are good kitties, according to their own definition.

Anonymous said: My cat really likes to eat grass. Is that ok for her?

If it’s not sprayed with anything then eating a little bit of grass is probably fine. Some cats just like to chew it, some like the novel taste or texture. A little bit wont hurt her.

@thisoleking said: ive known the issues with the Scottish fold breed for quite some time, however id like to know if Scottish straights are generally of better health?

I’d never heard them called ‘Scottish Straights’ before this site. I’m sure there’s a joke to be made from that name somewhere. They lack the gene for osteochondrodysplasia but are equally likely to develop the genetic heart and kidney diseases.

@ vilkasdaina said: Do the American Curl cats have the same risk as the Scottish Fold because of their ears?

If you mean whether they also get osteochondrodysplasia, then it doesn’t appear to be so at this stage. This s a relatively new breed though, and I’m yet to see one in Australia, so will await further data.

@dracus16 said: Quick question: what does feeding a cat a banana do?

Quick answer: You will have fed it a banana.

It eats a whole bunch of starch and potassium that won’t do any harm to a normal cat. It’s far from a balanced diet, but the occasional banana nibble doesn’t concern me.

Anonymous said: Why does eating too well cause so many problems in horses?

Someone who’s still studying this can go into more details, but asides from potentially getting colic from either pasture which is too lush, or stomach ulcers from feed which is too rich in easily digestible carbohydrates, horses (and ponies) that are fat are at increased risk of laminitis, where their hoof can basically fall off.

@lunalcvegoocl said: Hi! Thankyou for all your advice and time and effort you put into this blog! I had a check out of previously answered questions but i dont think youve answered anything along these lines before! My pregnant dog (she is in her second term, getting regular vet check ups) has recently started going mad whenever there are certain foods around, foods she has never bothered about before, also foods that are poisons to her, chocolate is one of the biggest reactions, is it like the dog version of cravings? we have kept her on her regular food, the vet recommended one, yet while she has never begged before she will now growl and bark and whine if anyone has anything (like chocolate, or weirdly, eggs and cheese) that she wants. Is this normal or should we be worrying about her not having all her proper vitamins needed? do you know if theyre any way to find out what it is she is lacking in? (she is a shih tzu, just turned 4 years old, this is her only litter)

You can get blood levels for various vitamins and minerals checked (they’re expensive though), but I would suspect this is more likely behavioural, especially because she’s after chocolate and it’s easy to ‘spoil’ a dog who’s pregnant for the first time. I wouldn’t give in to her, especially with regard to teh chocolate.

Anonymous said: I know breeders would never let it happen, but what would you think about making the puggle the new pug? Their faces are still a little smushy but at least they have an actual visual nose, and they get also get more proportional legs from the beagle as well. I just think any pug/English bulldog/etc are unethical to breed since, ya know, they literally can't breathe, and they need to figure something out, and for pugs making the puggle the actual pug might be a solution?

A pug x beagle is not a ‘new pug’. While such a cross reduces some problems, It’s not going to solve all of them and is a lazy, short term solution. This is particularly the case if you have breed standards, and public desire, striving towards a flatter and flatter face.

I have talked about this before here.

What I personally would like to see is new gene infusions from multiple suitable breeds, then back crossing those mixes to pug lines, selecting for better faces, hips and spines. This will take a global effort and a lot of work to organize, but it would be the best long term solution.

Anonymous said: Hey Dr Ferox, I was wondering, how often have you seen yellow cats aka cats with yellow nose, gums, inner-ears etc.? One of our own turned to that shade and, without going into detail, he couldn't be helped. Just wondering if it's a common occurrence. As for the question tax: came for the breed evaluations, stayed for the fantasy biology and vet stories. I like reading your posts that come by on my dash!

I don’t see really yellow cats very often (they look like their blood has been flooded with yellow highlighter), but I have about a 50:50 track record for getting them to survive. By the time they’re that jaundiced, the poor things are very, very sick.

@phenolphthaleinfuchsia said: Do you find that cats that started their lives as strays tend to get more health problems later in life even if they are kept inside once they are adopted? My mom thinks it's true based on the four cats we've had but I'm not convinced. Her argument is they are exposed to more pathogens outside that could lurk in their bodies and cause problems later in life. And question tax: what did you choose as your first starter Pokemon?

I tend not to see this. For young kittens their main problems from being strays are parasites and malnutrition, which you can correct with some parasite treatment and good tucker. Older cats may have picked up viral infections, FIV and Feline Leukaemia being the most important too, but if they have avoided these specific diseases then they’re pretty hardy. Pedigree cattery cats may avoid the malnutrition, but they’re not guaranteed to be free of these diseases, and it’s common to see them with cat flu, so they’re not notably better off.

Anonymous said: Do you recommend getting pet insurance? Specifically, do you recommend getting it for sighthounds?

I recommend everyone have a financial plan for if their pet ever gets sick, and for most people that’s insurance. However, I’m not a financial adviser so I don’t recommend any brand in particular.

Anonymous said: Does heat effect the gender of all reptile eggs, or is it just for some reptiles?

I’m not a herpetologist, but firstly reptiles don’t have a gender, they have a sex. In many species it has been determined that temperature does play a role in skewing the percentages of either sex (pH and other water parameters can do this in fish too). Wikipedia has a good starting article.

Anonymous said: Do you get foxtails in Australia? Inspired by a very recent incident in which my cat got a foxtail in his eye.

Yes, we have that type of grass seed, but we don’t often use that name. They’re just a grass seed or an *expletive* grass seed.

@ mushymaman said: Do you often see working animals such as seeing-eye dogs or therapy pets or even police dogs or horses? Have you made any observations regarding them? I assume that they have to be especially well for their jobs and I always wondered what vets think of animals being relied on for important tasks.

The police usually have their own vets they prefer, but I see the occasional guide dog or seeing eye dog. They have a few extra challenges when it comes to medicating them, because instructions like “administer half a mil” is a challenge when you’re vision impaired.

I have treated a custom’s dog before, and had to write him a medical certificate to excuse him from work while he was healing after surgery.

Anonymous said: Can cats crack their knuckles? My cat uses his teeth to pull at his toes very hard when he's cleaning them, and I can hear an audible "pop" sound before he lets go. He does each toe very methodically. There are no wounds/scratches on close examination, touching and handling the toes produces no pain reaction, he is not limping or showing any sort of injury. Vet check reveals nothing out of ordinary. He does it about twice a day for all the toes. I've honestly never seen anything like this before

It’s possible, you could technically ‘crack’ any articular joint. I suppose he might also be cleaning his claws, but I can’t really speculate more than that.

Anonymous said: Going anon because I speak for all of us vetlings on a very important matter. May I politely demand more Trash Bag?

If you’re willing to come to my house and tell the little scamp to sit still more often for his photos, then sure. He’s a constantly moving target.

@ actual-dullahan said: A little "question tax" if you will, heh! If you could live in any video game for a day, what game would it be and why?

That’s an interesting and difficult question because video games either have very short days or lots of bad things happen and you’re likely to die

While there is a certain appeal to survival games where literally all you’re expected to do is find yourself some food and not annoy the monsters, I would probably choose the Legend of Zelda, Ocarina of Time. I’m still hugely fond of that game from my childhood, it was very pretty and the danger levels were manageable. And it was just pretty and peaceful a lot of the time.

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day 3: its 3:47am on day 4 and i forgot to write my daily post

really really really trying hard to make this a habit (just for april)

so fail but lol

here’s my post for today

i went to a yoga class tonight in santa clara and it was the yogi’s first time and she was so good omg!

not quite as good as my fave instructor of all time (the bae lauren at moxie yoga in sf)

but yeah kimberly at corepower santa clara square might make me a regular!

(which honestly is super great because i went to class with norma and it was awful LOL) (she played like hardcore edm at a chill class??) (to be fair it was also a level 2 class and i was struggling a little and kimberly’s class was a level 1....)

(oh i went to whole foods in the same plaza right after and ngl im starting to really enjoy just physically being in those fancy ass supermarkets. i went to a new to me nob hill after orangetheory surprisingly also in santa clara ----theyre just nice and clean and beautiful. however spending $45 to get way less stuff than a 99 ranch or something still feels way wrong. i got bananas cashew milk chia seed refill 18 brown eggs (anthony likes the brown ones idk) natural deodorant (cause native has been sucking hard) ginger tofu mushrooms orange juice fancy sprouted bread shredded cheese actually ok when i list that all out its a decent amount for whole foods. the stuff is just smaller yknow like the presliced white mushrooms were $1 for easily like 3 or so oz less)

anyway i find this funny because when i started dating anthony in 2015 he would go to nob hill markets and always claim it was his favorite market (because the chicken he would buy from there would never go bad etc). i thought he was like idk rich af -- to be fair he went to stanford 2x and has his masters and is 2 years older so yeah he is definitely more privileged than me. like i didnt have a preference for cage free brown eggs like i never had the money to spend the extra $1 or 2 on that shit when i was slaving at starbucks AND a second office job.

its really weird how money changes your life. its 2019 and i finally hit the 100k 6 figure mark. it’s honestly been a STRUGGLE to get here, but i’ve learned a lot along the way -- primarily that you HAVE to negotiate and generally just get paid more to improve your life. anyway yeah money doesn’t solve problems but it generally reduces your mental calories and makes things way more convenient.

before when i was poorer, i would have to go out of my way to make sure i was getting the cheapest shell gasoline in the area (still gotta have standards and not give into that arco bullshit). i would never go into whole foods or places like that because my dollar had to stretch further. whenever i would go out with friends before i’d have to be SUPER mindful of what i ordered and i would be EXTRA annoyed when you go out in a group and when splitting venmo people wouldnt pay the extra gratuity and i’d factor in me covering it because as a barista and server its bs when ppl dont tip well

now -- idgaf if i go out to eat a lot or splurge when im out w friends. dropping $50-$100 randomly cause something is on clearance at lululemon is not a big deal. im not anal about my boyfriend and i splitting everything exactly 5050 down the middle cause meh whatever i dont need to be given money back for like the minimal difference. if whole foods is convenient for me to go to after a workout ill go in without batting an eyelash.

it is weird tho being poor and then having money -- like ill go to lululemon but absolutely CANNOT buy anything full price. i still like watching movies but 99% of the time go on discount days cause spending $20 when i could spend $9 feels wrong. whenever i do basic things with my boyfriend, like going to the grocery store or mall, i’m most definitely the most cost conscious -- checking against the value per oz, whereas he just picks whatever and gives no thoughts to it (i think he makes like 240k a year thereabouts, definitely more than double but i dont know the specifics). i drive a 2015 toyota corolla le he drives a nicer but still affordable more luxury sedan hyundai sonata souped up with seat warmers navigation and he’s installed a dash cam and stuff. my car is definitely a commuter car that’s just one level up from the s basic model. when i htink about buying a new car i dont know if i could buy a lexus but yet i sometimes think about getting a tesla instead of a prius

another weird one is getting mad at myself for leaving reusable grocery bags LITERALLY in the trunk and then having to pay the $0.10 per bag. I’ve easily spent at least $15 on bags prob. Before i would be kicking myself hard cause i’d need to pinch pennies. another thing that ive noticed makes me feel “rich” is i can sustain my craft coffee/boba habit just fine and not give a fuck. before i got more mindful of it i htink my my coffee boba budget was like $100 a month. ive always loved craft coffee, but it has to be RIGHT if i was gonna spend $6. when i was living w my parents in san diego going to a new coffee shop and driving up to encinitas or whatever was like THE trip. now i get philz off my mobile app whenever i head out of class or if im feeling like it and its not that special

but yeah, im not rich by any means but it was huge to go from like $16 an hour at my office job/$15.70?? w/ benefits I think that was my starbucks shift supervisor rate/annual salaries of 20k ish to $39k at a law firm in downtown sac (grossly underpaid but at least rent was only $300 at a family friends) back to the law firm job up to $70k. there i got a raise at the same job from 70 to 80k and then 80k to 86.

THEN cause i was privileged enough to have been able to save money making more when i hated my job i just up and quit (i think i had like no more than 5k in savings at the time --it wouldve been more but i spent 3k on prk/lasik). anyway yeah i was lucky af and got a new job in a month -- and the offer for this job was 100k base, 10k bonus, some amount of stock (i still suck at this stuff) and a stupid amount of perks like $1000 gym reimbursement and basically free health insurance -- if i annualize all my pay+perks, assuming i get my full bonus, its prob like 120k.

so i have like 5x ed my income in 4 years since graduating from college.

the crazy part is people that were more privileged than me STARTED at 100k as new grads, including 401ks and what not. im lucky becuase i started mine back when i was 18 at starbucks.

income inequality and access to knowledge/resources has become something ive become more aware about and passionate about over time. me and my boyfriend clashed a lot earlier i think because we literally were in different planes of our lives and income levels. we’ve been together 3 years, but have known each other for 4. we broke up for 1 year in between -- and yeah ngl had i never improved myself or actually reached my income/earning potential we likely would not have gotten back together. additionally him supporting me when we got back together raised me out of not the poverty level but yeah we met and i made 39k. i took the plunge and moved out to sf for myself and lets be real for him too and made 70k which was a huge jump. and in a short 15 months or so i jumped again to 100k base.

im never gonna make as much as he does (men/women blah we can get into that) but yeah even having access to money adjacently is so powerful. anthony never outright gave me money and im too much of a hardass independent person that ive NEVER borrowed money from him, never intend to. i really vehemently despise the idea of free loading but because of him just being around yeah my life has been improved.

when we met in 2015 in our young 20s we were in our have fun phase. i was too poor to have gone to thiings like coachella or out to a concert. he got me into music and made it easy for me to experience because he’d buy the ticket, drinks, pick me up and pay for sf parking. i would likely get dinner ahead of time or something small and generally we would switch so if he got tickets one time i’d get them next. but he ALWAYS paid for drinks and lets be real the occasional not drinks :P he had introduced me to music in such a way that i was willing to drop $800 or so on coachella + car camping + take pto days even when we were broken up 10ish months or whatever it was the first time we dated but if you think about it he likely dropped at least 1k on me during those 10 months without batting an eye lash. i made 39k at the time working in downtown sacramento and he made 90k base (maybe 115k total comp) living in SF.

despite just basic things like me being immature for 23 -- a big reason i think we broke up at the time was the income level inequality. it was both our first jobs out of school (first job out of stanford grad for him, he immediately got his masters out of undergrad). i did a round of uc davis, community, uc davis.

he told me he was breaking up with me because when we met i had originally wanted to be a lawyer and then didnt end up pursuing that path and he saw it as a lack of ambition/drive. what he didnt see was general growing up and not having access to lawyers as i grew up, just me working at this really top tier A+ law firm and feeling out of place as an asian woman working with rich WASPs. me wearing pencil skirts and having major impostor syndrome. what he did end up seeing was an insecure version of myself in our relationship with me bending over backwards to make him happy.

when i moved to sf and made 70k it definitely was a huge ego boost to make that additional 30k, but to be real, here in sf and paying more rent than i was in sac and SD/just general living being expensive 70k wasnt that much. what it did for my confidence though was priceless (i was an ea to a ceo at a tech startup). i really grew into myself and was more confident in my abilities -- and honestly a lot of that was just getting older and knowing that i was good at things, bad at certain things and i wasnt going through my quarterlife/post grad crisis anymore.

then those raises to 80k and 86k made me more ballsy. these things were obvi practiced with anthony as i had a partner to discuss and practice with/an educated thought partner. at this time anthony was making $150k base or so (after realizing he had been grossly underpaid as a PM for the 90k initial salary)

all of this set me up to basically make my position what it is now AND for it to be 100k. tbh im a glorified low level coordinator at a big company. i honest to goodness for the first three months probably worked a total of 2ish hours a day? this role should probably max out at 90k. and by max out i mean this role likely shouldve started at 75k with incremental raises to get to 90 in like 3 years. i STARTED at 100 and can likely if i play my cards right be promoted to a program manager in a year (or less). that’ll prob bump me to a base of 120 or so if i’m aggressive.

i always shitted on sf when i moved here because i hate the tech bros, the elitist ppl, the vcs who think theyre out here changing the world but seriously being surrounded by people that went to ivy leagues or the UC’s that were better than mine have honestly, like my boyfriend, just uplifted my status. something as small as casual lunch time conversation being more intellectual makes a huge difference for me re: how stimulated i feel and how much more energized ive become because of ppl around me. i def still have impostor syndrome all the time but its been so much growth from 23 to 27.

30s should be great because ill be well into my career by then and making even more and closing the gap even more w my boyfriend. its funny too cause hes 29 now AND FINALLY getting that postgrad quarter life crisis. his privilege was able to offset him to have this crisis later on in life where he made more money and could make smarter choices. privilege really is the thing that keeps on giving and im grateful to have started poor and really appreciate it. as i make more money i also care more and more to give back. if i ever do run for office in my 50s or whatever im gonna push for more access to education and arts. i had an interest in this as an undergrad but couldnt pursue it because itd be a lifetime of poverty, but yeah who knows.

dang this went long but it is really interesting when i think about money and how much its effected me. im lucky i was able to raise myself out of the level my immigrant parents brought me and my sister to. them moving out of the philippines was the best thing that ever happened to me. the second is them fronting the bill for my university education. the privilege i have is extremely special and important and i want to honor their sacrifices because im sitting on a 100k because of decades of hard work and frugality on their ends.

im fucking lucky.

we gotta pass on the resources and uplift those around us if we are fortunate.

...another rant altogether but i wish the leadership in the United States thought the same way.

(end: 4:36am, why do i do this to myself)

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do em all

1: Do you have a crush at the moment?four actually *blows kisses*2: Have you ever been deeply in love?mmm yeah3: Longest relationship you've ever been in?just over a year i believe4: Have you ever changed for someone?dude my main personality trait is changing for people. im a human chameleon on this bitch of an earth5: How is your relationship with your ex?a lot smoother than it was when we were actually dating funnily enough6: Have you ever been cheated on?nah7: Have you ever cheated?Nah8: Would you date someone who's well known for cheating?NAH9: What's the most important part of a relationship?you gotta Like each other. its really easy to tell yourself you love someone and its easier to lust after someone but you have to Like them if youre going to be able to healthily make things work with them10: Do you like to be in serious relationships or just flings?both. i just like to love people11: When you are dating someone do you believe in going on "breaks"?if theyre necessary12: How many people have you ever hooked up with?like...... hooked up or Hooked Up13: What's one thing you regret saying/doing in a previous relationship?despite loving the shit out of love ive got a bad track record of being too distant at times. its not always something i can help but its something always something i feel guilty about 14: What age do you think is appropriate for kids to start having sex?im a kid. this question is fixed.15: Do you believe in the phrase "age is just a number"?depends on what situation its being applied to16: Do you believe in "love at first sight"?i definitely believe in lust at first sight but how do you love someone without knowing anything about them??17: Do you believe it's possible to fall in love on the internet?if i can do it anyone can18: What do you consider a deal breaker?chewing with your fuckn mouth open. you can be perfect but i swear if u make me look at your chewed up dinner i Will puke on you and leave19: How do you know it's time to end a relationship?youre not happy in it anymore20: Are you currently in a relationship?nah21: Do you think people who have dated can stay friends?uh huh honey22: Do you think people should date their friends?not if they dont want to???23: How many relationships have you had?f??????ive?? mostly unimpressive relationships24: Do you think love can last forever?i dont see why it couldnt in the right conditions25: Do you believe love can conquer all things?love can conquer Most things26: Would you break up with someone your parents didn't approve of?scoff27: If you could go back in time and give yourself one piece of advice about dating what would it be?'please for the love of god just stop being a little bitch to people you like'28: Do you think long distance relationships can work?yeah but boy it aint easy. kudos to those loving and living apart and making it work29: What do you notice first about another person?kindve depends on the situation huh30: Are you straight, bi, gay or pansexual?pan on the reg baybee31: Would it bother you if your partner suffered from any mental illness?no?? 32: Have you ever been in an abusive relationship?if so i was never told about it33: Do you want to get married one day?maybe? i mean. it used to seem like a pretty hot idea but now its just. youd better be pretty special if you expect a yes to your proposal34: What do you think about getting your partner's name tattooed?i think wed better be together for at least twenty years first because otherwise i cant risk anything35: Could you be in a relationship without sex?sure36: Are you still a virgin?tee hee37: What's more important: Looks or personality?both are equally important and anyone who says differently is a lying bitch38: Do you enjoy love films?some, but not really39: Have you ever given anyone/received roses?no but wow do i deserve roses40: Have you ever had a valentine?yeah baby41: What's your imagination of a "perfect date"?watching movies and sleeping. mmmm.42: Have you ever read "Romeo & Juliet"?yessir43: What's more important: Your partner or your friends?my friends oops44: Would you consider yourself "romantic"?like..... low key. low key.45: Could you imagine to date one of your current friends?Could i? ye. Would i? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯46: Have you ever been "friendzoned"?thatd imply me trying to make a move. unlikely.47: Which "famous couple" is your favorite?whos even dating who right now48: What's your favorite love song?me, going through my Love mix: inconclusive.49: Have you ever broken someone's heart?maybe! maybe.50: If you're single, why do you think you are?my face looks like a drowned sewer rat and im a bitch whenever i have a crush on someone51: Would you rather date someone who's rich but a douchebag or someone who's poor but a nice guy?date the rich guy. marry the rich guy. spend years loyal to his side. kill him and steal his riches in the middle of the night. find my poor love and take them into luxury52: Are you good at giving other people advices regarding dating/ relationships?i can definitely give it. whether its actually applicable is debatable53: Are you jealous of couples when you're single?nah. theyre just getting theirs honey54: How important is it to make a relationship official (p.e. on facebook)?0% important55: Would you consider yourself "clingy", "overly attached" or "jealous"?not really?56: Have you ever "destroyed" a relationship?no who has the energy57: Do you think it's silly to consider suicide because of a broken heart?i considered suicide when i spilled pop on myself there Are sillier reasons out there than genuine emotional pain58: Are you the "dominant" or the "submissive" part in a relationship?depends on the relationship i guess59: Have you ever forgotten important dates like your partner's birthday or your anniversary?yeah but thats just me baby. i barely know My birthday60: What's your opinion on open relationships?if theyre working out then good for them i guess?61: Who's more important: Your partner or your family?me62: How do you define "cheating"?doing things typically reserved for your s/o with? other people??63: Is watching porn while being in a relationship inappropriate?no watch porn use vibes get freaky on your own time64: Do you think Valentine's Day is overrated?a Little but like. i still soak it up every year and come back stronger each time65: Would you consider yourself a "cuddler"?Yes

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