[JonE(vil)]

This was written at the time hence the detail of the story.
Pictures aren't in order.
Reposting/printing images story is OK with me, but please let me know before hand either via PM or in this thread.

The picture of me laying down on the table one my brother managed to get before **** him to stop taking pictures, the next pics are of the transplant
itself, the procedure took about two hours, and was done on a saturday afternoon, the tit and donor area were injected with a numbing solution so i
wasnt in any pain. I just lay there listening to the music while **** and Tim (who was assisting) worked away, ***** G.F. took those pictures. Naith who owns the studio would come in every now and then to see how things were
progressing, laugh, shake his head and then wander off.
The first transplant went fine, although i did take a look at a bit of it on the monday afternoon and all i saw was black, turned out to be part of the tattoo but i couldn't convince myself of that and i spiraled downwards, i really thought i was going to die, it was a strange horrible feeling,
sitting at home with bandages wrapped around chest and these thoughts were racing thru my head.
"Oh my GOD, its black, what the fuck have i done, im gonna die. No don't be stupid its not sore, just relax, its ok, i'll see the guys tomorrow afternoon, its only 24 hours away-i'll be fine.....Oh my GOD, its black,what the fuck have i done, im gonna die!!!"
When i went into to see them i was a wreck, the first thing said was "I WANT
IT OFF!!!! I WANT IT OFF NOW!!!"
I explained what i'd seen and what was going thru my head and they stopped laughing after that, when i saw that it had taken and was just the tattoo i was overjoyed, so i went home and got heavily drunk.

If i had only known how crazy things would become later.

The little bit of flesh in the middle went black and ended up being cut out and everything was fine, i was then asked if i wanted the second one done,
for free, "Sure!!!"
Thats when the shit really hit the fan.
The second one was done again on a saturday afternoon, ***** also did another guy and transplanted his tit onto his bicep on the sunday, this time they put a big clear plaster type thing over it. I noticed that by monday it was black.
No panic this time although i was a tad worried.
When i went in on Tuesday afternoon i met the other bloke, he described his as feeling like someone was punching his arm, real hard, thats not good i thought, we got ushered out the back to undress and get our bandages off while little girls fretted over the new navel rings (l.o.l. ahh kids) i
didn't have my cellfone on me but what i saw made me kick myself for not bringing it, the other blokes see thru plaster was as bursting point with
blood, i couldn't even see the tit!!!! It was only gonna be a matter of timebefore it blew out, and it did, blood came running out of the bottom of his
jacket, ***** was doing a tattoo and went crazy, disenfectant and sterile wipes went flying, it was really funny.
The other bloke ended up having his one cut off his arm, (Sampys bloated tit with pins) he now has a lovely little diamond shaped scar.
They had a look at mine decided that it was no where near as bad as his, patched me up and i went off home, the next day is when things took a
downward turn.
The pink tit pics, i went to work that morning, crashed out for a couple of hours and then was shocked to see that my transplant had blown out and was a light grey colour, i rung howie and tim and went in a bit earlier, by then it had turned that lovely shade of pink. i have one of those printed on aT-shirt.
After that it turned black and black it stayed, **** couldn't tell me what was happening, so it was a case of see you tomorrow afternoon for a changeof dressings.
This was the longest week of my life, it was a unsettling time, i had to get some cream from the chemist at one point and the young blonde politely asked me if i had a healing wound, i replied in a flat monotone voice that i had under gone a experimental body modification procedure and things were very much up in the air, the look on her face cheered me up. By the following saturday it was time time to get the stitches removed from
the side where my tit was and the from the nipple it self, i got up after a crashing out for a couple of hours took off the dressing and saw that the
middle of the tit was green.
Lawn green. I thought i was seeing things but it was seriously green, i wanted to fucken puke. **** reaction was "well...its more of greenish
black (big smile) no infection, so we'll take out the stitches and patch you up."
The following morning at 4:10am i took off my T-shirt and lightly rubbed the area where my tit had been and from where the stitches had been removed,
i then felt a slight burst of pain and a running sensation down the side of my chest, "OH FUCK THAT'S BLOOD!!!!!" the scar had literally burst open and was now pissing blood. I thought about going to the 24 clinic down the road but i had no money and too many ???? would be asked. So in i patched myself up and went back to bed. The black tit pics, and the open scar pic were taken later that morning.
I saw **** that Monday before he left for a visit to the states, he was pretty shocked to hear about what happened, he looked bemused when i
cheerfully demanded that i wanted to heal it as a scar!!!! That Tuesday i went in to the studio and when Naith saw he asked "what are getting done today Jonny?"
"Its dead flesh removal day today." there was guy getting a tattoo who just> looked rather bemused, Naith explained what had happened and he just stared at me, Tim the resident piecer had to stick his head near that smelly hunk of dead flesh and cut it all away, that was the other thing the smell,sickly sweet and unavoidable.
i kept the black tit bit and rammed a tunnel thru it a few days later.
The last pic is how they look now the second one closed in on itself and is still itchy, the date below the top one is the day we did it. the black
marks are from the tattoo.

It was a...interesting experience, when id come in for my daily check up i
would just take a seat next to some nervous girl or guy that was going to
get tattooed or something, i would ask the what they were there for and when
they asked me, depending on how i felt that day i would say "just a check up" or "i had my nipple transplanted and it gone black."

The transplants never fail to amuse. Except at the hospital.
I went in for a heart research test and got grilled by two of the nurses about the nipples, it was funny because they were really serious shocked as well by the scars on my back and front.

Why??? It had not been done before in a body mod setting. Given the chance to do something this 'interesting' i couldn't see a reason why not.
Who did it?? The person concerned after leaving New Zealand decided to distance themselves from this 'experiment'. I wasn't to happy about this considering what i went thru and with no definite answer as to why they didn't want it released, they will not be named.

Archive of videos/images, body mod in "Random" section sticky.
Jon E(vil)

[JonE(vil)]

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[Etsu]

Very interesting. Thank you for sharing your story and images! I'm a big fan of your work btw.

[GoreisGreat]

[theamazingkort]

OP - What spurred you to undergo such a mod?

At what point did you decide to go ahead with the procedure?

How do you feel now? Has it healed? I'm assuming it has since I do see a previously healed mod that has apparently went smoothly and now you're posting once healed.

Real shit. I'm all about body mods and I don't question anyone's reasoning as to why they mod - just their mind frame. It helps me to understand why other people modify.

Good luck, OP. Keep that shit sanitary. Go to the hospital and make up a 'I stepped on a nail' story to get yourself some antibiotics just in case.

[MeMyselfandI]

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[Keydog]

I've always wanted necrotic nipples...

[JonE(vil)]

Originally Posted by theamazingkort ↗

OP - What spurred you to undergo such a mod?

That it had never been done in a body mod setting. Art (for me) has always been about pushing the bounds of what the viewer can handle and creating tension. Not having people look at a piece and try to "see a meaning."

At what point did you decide to go ahead with the procedure?

I was going to have just one nipple removed, but when i was getting some scars done by the person, my brother asked him what he most wanted to do. "A nipple transplant" It was my brother that suggested i do that instead when we talking a while later.

How do you feel now? Has it healed? I'm assuming it has since I do see a previously healed mod that has apparently went smoothly and now you're posting once healed.

It feels fine. When people hear about it, i can see a questioning look come over their faces, when i lift my shirt and they see im not joking, thats when the fun starts. Iv had a few people actually shake it shocks them that much.

Real shit. I'm all about body mods and I don't question anyone's reasoning as to why they mod - just their mind frame. It helps me to understand why other people modify.

Good luck, OP. Keep that shit sanitary. Go to the hospital and make up a 'I stepped on a nail' story to get yourself some antibiotics just in case.

Thank you very much.

[curvature]

So, go through all that instead of shredding out the girlish physique.

Nipple incongruence. Rebel without a Cause ala the millenium!

[Pyramid_Head]

That is...uh...interesting.