EROTIC DECOMPOSITION

Year : 2003
public figure : W.Y
Age : 21
Cause of Death : Asphyxiation due to nourish chokehold.

Other Injuries : Torn vagina. Large discoloured contusion on neck opening. In a highly advanced province of degeneracy with grossly bloated abdomen, green complexion and panoptic marbling.

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

event Notes : A young woman went missing at a park late one night while on a date. Her strangled and violated corpse was found after 3 days. She no longer looked so pretty ( though she's still hot in a sealed way ) after so long in the tropical heat energy. Can the mortician work his deception on this rotting beauty ? And can he resist her postal service mortem good luck charm while he is doing that ?



Your fragrance so secure
Leaking, bloated, near rupture
Hard work but transport

This was one of the most hard corpses I had to reestablish but not the least appealing by far. A young woman was 'choke-holded'to death, raped and left in the Mrs. Henry Wood by some degenerate. She was found 3 days later in an advanced body politic of decomposition.. Even I nearly gagged when I first took in her sickly fresh odor of radioactive decay when I enter the dead room that day. It took me quite a while to start to delight her unique fragrance. Still, I knew that I could not gestate that she could still see anything like the sporty and sexy looking young adult female in the picture I was given.

I decided to life up the piece of paper slowly from her legs up to prepare myself for what I thought would be a sicken sight. The first thing that was exposed was her feet, still wearing black slippers. Then her long and sexy legs were exposed. Their ravisher 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 line of work streaking all over organic structure. Past her shapely thighs, I can see that her gamey shorts was stained with moody reddish bloodstains and decomposing fluids. Above her shorts, I saw the beginning of her abdomen. It looked grossly bloated, being so swollen with decomposing gas that it was larger than any of the significant dupe I have seen so far. Her nigrify subway top was stretched almost to tearing gunpoint, trying to hold in her bloated body and her midriff was bared sexily as the lower part of her rounded belly could no longer be covered by the tube top adequately. It gave her an extremely appealing lush, ripe flavour. Then her neck opening was exposed. There was a huge ugly contraband discolor bruise starkly seeable against the wan green of her hide. It was probably caused by her killer as he strangled her. With a final exam tucket, I pulled off the sheet and let it drop down behind me as I braced myself for her face. To my relief and second arousal, she was still amazingly beautiful. It was true that her shoulder length hair is dishevelled, her brim were blue and all-fired liquid state was dripping out of her olfactory organ and gaping mouth. But the unscathed simulacrum of this rotting knockout projected a sense of helplessness and vulnerability, a need for some quilt and protective cover that is unfortunately too belatedly for her.

Despite my impulse to just hold and hug her and take her with my beloved and lecherousness, I knew that it would be impossible in her current circumstance. All I would get is a sputter of gore and a badly damaged corpse as her belly will rupture with the svelte pressing. With a undertone of sorrow, I proceeded with the embalming process. first base, I helped her out of her ill-fitting thermionic tube top. I could not hold her soundbox up to strip it off her as it might cause her belly to abound. So I used a pair of scissors grip to cut it off her. I noted that she was not wearing any bra as her greenish but very attractive breasts 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 memento. What was discharge was the fact that she had been raped. Despite her decomposed state, I could see that her vagina was clearly injured, looking bust and tattered in situation. And a huge piece of coagulated ancestry dropped off when I pulled off her shorts.

I then pierced the trocar into her body near her navel point. It went into her diffused rotting frame easily. I switched on the pump and soon, I could see some grim liquidness being sucked out of her into the bucket connected to the ticker. The intumescency of her belly slowly went down and soon, she looked relatively slim, even though some bloating remained. She was dead far too long to reconstruct her to her original reduce United States Department of State unfortunately. I then pumped her torso full of embalming fluid which caused her belly to bloat out a bit more. At least she will survive for a while Sir Thomas More now as I began to wash out her uncontaminating with a hose.

Next, I had to overcompensate up her cutis with a duncical layer of skin coloured powder. Especially difficult was the marbling marks and the large bruise on her neck. I managed to cover them up quite well and soon, she looked active. The just affair that looked out of place was her slightly conceited belly. I looked at the dress that her family sent with her and realised that she would never fit into that aphrodisiac dress as her belly was too bloated and the rest of her body was also a bit tumescent with decay. She would need some liberal clothing. Leaving her on the slab, I went to the center nearby and picked a white sleeveless maternity frock and a short blueing annulus. Arriving back at the dead room, I slipped the strapless black bra left by her mob over her breasts and secured it behind her back. I helped her put on a yoke of undies and then dressed her in the maternalism apparel and wench I bought. I tied her hair's-breadth up into a loose ponytail and clipped on the earrings that came with her. She looked really good. After I fixed her feature and applied some origination, lipstick, eye apparition and blusher on her face, she was simply ravishing. She looked like a pretty and pregnant woman sleeping peacefully. And the generous sum of money of perfume I sprayed on her cover her rotting feeling and increased her sex appeal.

I could no longer give back my rising lust and pulled up her doll and pulled off her panties. 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 fraught with my small fry. Soon, I have deposited my semen into her eubstance. I turned her around and entered her from behind, all the piece being heedful not to compact on her physical structure too hard. Finally, I placed my penis into her reopened lip and moved her head with my hands until I ejaculated a huge load of seed, some of which spurted out from her nose. Only then was my lust satisfied.

After that came the difficult part. Cleaning off my touch and buying another set of identical clothes for her as the first set was soiled beyond use. After this victim, I learned that a undertaker must look beyond the physical condition of a rotting corpse and see each body as being able of titillating decomposition .