EROTIC decomposition reaction

year : 2003
Name : W.Y
Age : 21
grounds of Death : asphyxiation due to hold chokehold.

Other Injuries : Torn vagina. Large discolour contusion on neck. In a highly advanced state of decomposition with grossly bloated venter, green skin colour and extended marbling.

prison term between death and delivery to mortician : 70-80 hrs.

Case Notes : A Brigham Young womanhood went missing at a park late one Night while on a particular date. Her strangled and violated corpse was found after 3 days. She no longer looked so reasonably ( though she's still hot in a certain way ) after so long in the tropical heat. Can the mortician work his magic on this rotting peach ? And can he protest her mail mortem charm while he is doing that ?



Your fragrance so solid
Leaking, bloated, near falling out
Hard employment but rapture

This was one of the most difficult clay I had to reestablish but not the least appealing by far. A Young adult female was 'choke-holded'to death, raped and left in the woods by some pervert. She was found 3 sidereal day later in an march on State of decomposition.. Even I nearly gagged when I first took in her poorly sweet scent of radioactive decay when I enter the dead room that day. It took me quite a spell to start to delight her alone aroma. Still, I knew that I could not expect that she could still look anything like the sporty and sexy looking Pres Young woman in the photograph I was given.

I decided to life up the sheet slowly from her pegleg up to prepare myself for what I thought would be a repelling raft. The kickoff thing that was exposed was her feet, still wearing fatal slippers. Then her recollective and aphrodisiacal branch were exposed. Their stunner was marred ( or perhaps enhanced ) by the fact that her skin had turned an unpleasant, but not revolting, shade of green and marbling had caused dark lines streaking all over consistence. Past her shapely second joint, I can see that her downhearted shorts was stained with dark scarlet bloodstains and decomposing fluids. Above her boxershorts, I saw the beginning of her belly. It looked grossly bloated, being so swollen with decomposing gas that it was magnanimous than any of the significant victims I have seen so far. Her black subway top was stretched almost to tearing compass point, trying to deem in her bloated body and her midriff was bared sexily as the downcast contribution of her rounded belly could no longer be covered by the tube top adequately. It gave her an extremely appealing souse, ripe look. Then her neck was exposed. There was a immense ugly black discoloured contusion starkly visible against the sick greenness of her hide. It was probably caused by her killer as he strangled her. With a last tucket, I pulled off the sheet and let it drop behind me as I braced myself for her face. To my rilievo and instant rousing, she was still amazingly beautiful. It was on-key that her articulatio humeri length hair is dishevelled, her lips were drab and bloody liquid state was dripping out of her nozzle and gaping lip. But the entirely ikon of this rotting ravisher projected a common sense of helplessness and vulnerability, a need for some comfort and protective cover that is unfortunately too belated for her.

Despite my caprice to just maintain and hug her and fill her with my beloved and lust, I knew that it would be impossible in her current shape. All I would get is a splutter of Albert Gore Jr. and a badly damaged corpse as her belly will rupture with the svelte insistency. With a tinge of regret, I proceeded with the embalming appendage. first base, I helped her out of her ill-fitting tube top. I could not hold her body up to uncase it off her as it might get her belly to burst. So I used a pair of pair of scissors to cut it off her. I noted that she was not wearing any bra as her greenish but very attractive breasts came into wide-cut view. I then pulled her shorts off her. Once again, she was not wearing undies. I wonder if her orca had taken them as souvenirs. What was clear was the fact that she had been raped. Despite her rot state, I could see that her vagina was clearly injured, looking torn and tattered in space. And a huge small-arm of grumous stemma dropped off when I pulled off her shorts.

I then pierced the trocar into her body near her navel. It went into her diffused putrefaction physique easily. I switched on the pump and soon, I could see some moody liquid being sucked out of her into the bucket connected to the pump. The swelling of her belly slowly went down and soon, she looked relatively reduce, even though some bloating remained. She was short far too long to bushel her to her master copy slim state unfortunately. I then pumped her soundbox wide of embalming fluid which caused her belly to bloat out a bit more. At least she will last for a while more now as I began to wash her clean with a hose.

Next, I had to cover up her peel with a wooden-headed layer of skin coloured pulverisation. Especially hard was the marbling Saint Mark and the gravid bruise on her neck. I managed to cover them up quite well and soon, she looked alert. The sole thing that looked out of place was her slightly well up venter. I looked at the clothes that her family sent with her and realised that she would never fit into that sexy dress as her belly was too bloated and the residual of her consistency was also a bit puffy with decay. She would need some liberal habiliment. Leaving her on the slab, I went to the plaza nearby and picked a white sleeveless maternity apparel and a suddenly blue chick. Arriving back at the morgue, I slipped the strapless calamitous bra left by her family over her breasts and secured it behind her back. I helped her put on a pair of undies and then dressed her in the maternity apparel and chick I bought. I tied her tomentum up into a loose ponytail and clipped on the earrings that came with her. She looked really good. After I fixed her features and applied some origination, lipstick, eye shadow and blushing mushroom on her face, she was simply ravishing. She looked like a pretty and pregnant woman sleeping peacefully. And the generous amount of essence I sprayed on her shroud her rotting smell and increased her sex appeal.

I could no longer hold back my rising lust and pulled up her wench and pulled off her step-in. I fingered her for a while. Then I entered her soft, 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 wife and bear my children. I then stroked her bloated belly and imagined that she was pregnant with my tyke. Soon, I have deposited my semen into her body. I turned her around and entered her from behind, all the while being careful not to press on her dead body too hard. Finally, I placed my member into her reopened mouth and moved her head with my hands until I ejaculated a vast load of semen, some of which spurted out from her nose. Only then was my starve satisfied.

After that came the hard part. Cleaning off my suggestion and buying another set of superposable clothes for her as the commencement set was soiled beyond use. After this victim, I learned that a funeral director must appear beyond the physical condition of a rotting corpse and see each body as being capable of erotic disintegration .