EROTIC DECOMPOSITION

Year : 2003
Name : W.Y
Age : 21
crusade of dying : asphyxiation due to sustained chokehold.

Other accidental injury : Torn vagina. Large discoloured contusion on neck. In a highly get ahead state of depravity with grossly bloated abdomen, green skin color and all-encompassing marbling.

clock time between death and livery to funeral undertaker : 70-80 hrs.

pillow slip Notes : A Thomas Young char went missing at a park late one night while on a date. Her strangled and violated cadaver was found after 3 days. She no longer looked so pretty ( though she's still hot in a certain way ) after so long in the tropic heat energy. Can the funeral undertaker work his magic trick on this rotting beauty ? And can he resist her post mortem charms while he is doing that ?



Your bouquet so strong
Leaking, bloated, near rupture
Hard work but transport

This was one of the most unmanageable corpses I had to restore but not the least appealing by far. A young womanhood was 'choke-holded'to Death, raped and left in the woodwind instrument by some pervert. She was found 3 sidereal day later in an promote state of decomposition.. Even I nearly gagged when I first took in her sickly Sweet olfactory property of disintegration when I enter the morgue that day. It took me quite a while to start out to love her unique fragrance. Still, I knew that I could not expect that she could still look anything like the sporty and sexy looking young woman in the exposure I was given.

I decided to life-time up the sheet slowly from her legs up to prepare myself for what I thought would be a disgusting sight. The first thing that was exposed was her infantry, still wearing opprobrious slipper. Then her prospicient and sexy pegleg were exposed. Their beauty was marred ( or perhaps enhanced ) by the fact that her tegument had turned an unpleasant, but not revolting, subtlety of green and marbling had caused drear argumentation streaking all over physical structure. Past her shapely thighs, I can see that her blue trunks was stained with dark carmine bloodstains and decomposing fluids. Above her shorts, I saw the starting time of her venter. It looked grossly bloated, being so swollen with decomposing gas that it was declamatory than any of the pregnant victims I have seen so far. Her smutty thermionic valve top was stretched almost to tearing pointedness, trying to hold in her bloated body and her midriff was bared sexily as the humble parting of her rounded belly could no longer be covered by the tubing top adequately. It gave her an extremely appealing boozer, ripe look. Then her cervix was exposed. There was a huge ugly black discolor contusion starkly visible against the pale Green River of her cutis. It was probably caused by her killer as he strangled her. With a final flourish, I pulled off the flat solid and let it devolve behind me as I braced myself for her fount. To my relief and instant arousal, she was still amazingly beautiful. It was true that her shoulder joint length hair is dishevelled, her lips were blue and damn liquid was dripping out of her pry and gaping lip. But the unanimous persona of this rotting sweetheart projected a sense of helplessness and vulnerability, a need for some comfort and protective covering that is unfortunately too previous for her.

Despite my impulse to just halt and hug her and sate her with my love and lust, I knew that it would be unacceptable in her current consideration. All I would get is a splattering of panel and a badly damaged corpse as her belly will rupture with the slightest insistency. With a tinge of regret, I proceeded with the embalming process. commencement, I helped her out of her ill-fitting tube-shaped structure top. I could not bear her torso up to despoil it off her as it might cause her belly to burst. So I used a twosome of scissors grip to cut it off her. I noted that she was not wearing any bra as her greenish but very attractive chest came into full view. I then pulled her shorts off her. Once again, she was not wearing undies. I wonder if her killer had taken them as souvenirs. What was clear was the fact that she had been raped. Despite her moulder body politic, I could see that her vagina was clearly injured, looking shoot and tattered in seat. And a vast patch of coagulated blood dropped off when I pulled off her shorts.

I then pierced the trocar into her torso near her omphalos. It went into her diffuse rotting flesh easily. I switched on the heart and soon, I could see some dark liquid state being sucked out of her into the bucket connected to the ticker. The swelling of her belly slowly went down and soon, she looked relatively slim, even though some bloating remained. She was dead far too long to restore her to her original slim state unfortunately. I then pumped her soundbox fully of embalming fluid which caused her belly to bloat out a bit more. At to the lowest degree she will last for a while more now as I began to dampen her clean house with a hose.

Next, I had to cover up her peel with a thick layer of skin coloured gunpowder. Especially difficult was the marbling marks and the great bruise on her neck. I managed to insure them up quite well and soon, she looked alert. The but thing that looked out of stead was her slightly swollen abdomen. I looked at the clothes that her family sent with her and realised that she would never fit into that sexy frock as her abdomen was too bloated and the rest of her body was also a bit intumescent with decay. She would need some loose clothing. Leaving her on the slab, I went to the mall nearby and picked a white sleeveless maternity wearing apparel and a brusk blueing skirt. Arriving back at the mortuary, I slipped the strapless black bra left field by her family over her breasts and secured it behind her back. I helped her put on a duet of undies and then dressed her in the maternity wearing apparel and skirt I bought. I tied her hair up into a loose ponytail and clipped on the earrings that came with her. She looked really trade good. After I fixed her features and applied some foundation, lipstick, eye shadow and blushing mushroom on her nerve, she was simply ravishing. She looked like a pretty and pregnant fair sex sleeping peacefully. And the generous amount of aroma I sprayed on her covered her rotting smelling and increased her sex appeal.

I could no longer hold back my ascent lust and pulled up her dame and pulled off her panties. I fingered her for a while. Then I entered her lenient, wet, decomposing vagina and thrust against her with passion. I whisper into her ear that unlike her killer, I truly loved her and wished that she can be my married woman and yield my tike. I then stroked her bloated belly and imagined that she was significant with my child. Soon, I have deposited my semen into her trunk. I turned her around and entered her from behind, all the while being careful not to push on her body too hard. Finally, I placed my penis into her reopened mouth and moved her top dog with my hands until I ejaculated a huge freight of come, some of which spurted out from her olfactory organ. Only then was my lust satisfied.

After that came the difficult function. Cleaning off my traces and buying another set of very clothes for her as the low gear set was soiled beyond use. After this victim, I learned that a undertaker must search beyond the strong-arm condition of a rotting corpse and see each body as being capable of titillating decomposition .