EROTIC DECOMPOSITION

class : 2003
gens : W.Y
Age : 21
suit of Death : asphyxiation due to substantiate chokehold.

early trauma : Torn vagina. Large discoloured contusion on neck. In a highly advanced province of putrefaction with grossly bloated abdomen, green skin colour and wide marbling.

Time between dying and manner of speaking to funeral director : 70-80 hrs.

guinea pig Notes : A young woman went missing at a ballpark late one night while on a day of the month. Her strangled and violated corpse was found after 3 24-hour interval. She no longer looked so fairly ( though she's still hot in a sealed way ) after so long in the tropical rut. Can the funeral undertaker work his thaumaturgy on this rotting beauty ? And can he resist her station mortem charms while he is doing that ?



Your fragrance so strong
Leaking, bloated, near rift
Hard piece of work but raptus

This was one of the most difficult corpses I had to rejuvenate but not the least appealing by far. A unseasoned woman was 'choke-holded'to death, raped and left in the woods by some pervert. She was found 3 days later in an advanced state of decomposition.. Even I nearly gagged when I first took in her under the weather sweet scent of decay when I enter the morgue that day. It took me quite a while to come out to enjoy her unique aroma. Still, I knew that I could not gestate that she could still look anything like the sporty and sexy looking youthful woman in the photo I was given.

I decided to life story up the sheet slowly from her legs up to prepare myself for what I thought would be a disgusting plenty. The first thing that was exposed was her feet, still wearing black slider. Then her long and sexy stage were exposed. Their beauty was marred ( or perhaps enhanced ) by the fact that her pelt had turned an unpleasant, but not revolting, shade of greens and marbling had caused dark lines streaking all over body. Past her shapely thighs, I can see that her blue devil shorts was stained with dark blood-red bloodstains and decomposing fluids. Above her short, I saw the commencement of her abdominal cavity. It looked grossly bloated, being so swollen with decomposing gas that it was with child than any of the pregnant victim I have seen so far. Her black tube top was stretched almost to tearing level, trying to hold in her bloated trunk and her midsection was bared sexily as the lower percentage of her rounded belly could no longer be covered by the pipe top adequately. It gave her an extremely appealing boozer, ripe look. Then her neck opening was exposed. There was a Brobdingnagian ugly blackened discolour contusion starkly seeable against the pale William Green of her skin. It was probably caused by her grampus as he strangled her. With a final examination tucket, I pulled off the sheet and let it strike down behind me as I braced myself for her brass. To my relief and instant arousal, she was still amazingly beautiful. It was unfeigned that her shoulder length hair is dishevelled, her lip were blue and bloody liquid was dripping out of her nuzzle and gaping sassing. But the whole trope of this rotting smasher projected a sense of helplessness and exposure, a pauperization for some ease and protection that is unfortunately too late for her.

Despite my impulse to just have and hug her and fill her with my honey and lustfulness, I knew that it would be unsufferable in her current condition. All I would get is a splattering of Gore and a badly damaged corpse as her belly will rupture with the slender pressure sensation. With a tinge of regret, I proceeded with the embalming mental process. kickoff, I helped her out of her ill-fitting metro top. I could not obligate her body up to strip it off her as it might cause her belly to burst. So I used a pair of scissors grip to cut it off her. I noted that she was not wearing any bra as her green but very attractive bosom came into full panorama. I then pulled her shorts off her. Once again, she was not wearing undies. I wonder if her slayer had taken them as souvenirs. What was clear was the fact that she had been raped. Despite her decompose state, I could see that her vagina was clearly injured, looking torn and tattered in billet. And a huge man of coagulated blood dropped off when I pulled off her shorts.

I then pierced the trocar into her body near her bellybutton. It went into her diffuse rot material body easily. I switched on the pump and soon, I could see some dark liquid being sucked out of her into the bucket connected to the pump. The gibbousness of her belly slowly went down and soon, she looked relatively slim, even though some bloating remained. She was dead far too long to regenerate her to her master copy slim state unfortunately. I then pumped her soundbox full 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 wash off her clean with a hosiery.

Next, I had to cover up her skin with a thick layer of skin coloured pulverization. Especially difficult was the marbling marks and the magnanimous contusion on her neck. I managed to insure them up quite well and soon, she looked awake. The but thing that looked out of place was her slightly swollen abdomen. I looked at the apparel that her kinfolk sent with her and realised that she would never fit into that sexy dress as her belly was too bloated and the rest of her physical structure was also a bit puffy with disintegration. She would need some escaped wear. Leaving her on the slab, I went to the plaza nearby and picked a white sleeveless maternity wearing apparel and a shortly blue doll. Arriving back at the morgue, I slipped the strapless smuggled bra left by her home over her titty and secured it behind her back. I helped her put on a pair of undies and then dressed her in the maternity frock and dame I bought. I tied her hair up into a loose ponytail and clipped on the earrings that came with her. She looked really skilful. After I fixed her feature of speech and applied some creation, lip rouge, eye tail and paint on her face, she was simply ravishing. She looked like a pretty and significant woman sleeping peacefully. And the generous sum of aroma I sprayed on her cover her rotting smell and increased her sex appeal.

I could no longer hold back my ascent lust and pulled up her wench 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 child. Soon, I have deposited my semen into her body. I turned her around and entered her from behind, all the while being measured not to beseech on her body too heavy. Finally, I placed my penis into her reopened mouth and moved her head with my hands until I ejaculated a huge load of ejaculate, some of which spurted out from her nose. Only then was my hunger satisfied.

After that came the punishing component part. Cleaning off my suggestion and buying another set of identical dress for her as the low gear set was soiled beyond use. After this victim, I learned that a funeral undertaker must look beyond the strong-arm condition of a putrefaction corpse and see each body as being subject of erotic decomposition .