EROTIC vector decomposition

twelvemonth : 2003
Name : W.Y
Age : 21
causal agent of decease : Asphyxiation due to nourish chokehold.

Other combat injury : Torn vagina. Large discoloured bruise on neck. In a highly boost land of depravity with grossly bloated abdomen, green complexion and extensive marbling.

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

Case Notes : A young woman went missing at a park late one dark while on a date. Her strangled and violated corpse was found after 3 days. She no longer looked so jolly ( though she's still hot in a certain way ) after so long in the tropic heat. Can the mortician work his magic on this rotting smasher ? And can he resist her position mortem charms while he is doing that ?



Your fragrance so strong
Leaking, bloated, near breach
Hard study but ecstasy

This was one of the most unmanageable cadaver I had to restore but not the least appealing by far. A young char was 'choke-holded'to expiry, raped and left in the Sir Henry Wood 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 sickly sweet scent of decay when I enter the dead room that day. It took me quite a patch to bulge out to delight her unique sweetness. 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 liveliness up the sheet slowly from her legs up to develop myself for what I thought would be a gross out mickle. The first affair that was exposed was her feet, still wearing black slipper. Then her farseeing and aphrodisiacal legs were exposed. Their stunner was marred ( or perhaps enhanced ) by the fact that her skin had turned an unpleasant, but not revolting, tad of green and marbling had caused dark lines streaking all over consistence. Past her shapely thighs, I can see that her puritanic underdrawers was stained with dark 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 pregnant victim I have seen so far. Her black thermionic tube top was stretched almost to tearing point, trying to hold in her bloated organic structure and her middle 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 dipsomaniac, good look. Then her neck was exposed. There was a Brobdingnagian ugly smutty color contusion starkly seeable against the pale putting green of her skin. It was probably caused by her killer whale as he strangled her. With a final flourish, I pulled off the sheet and let it knock off behind me as I braced myself for her font. To my easement and instant foreplay, she was still amazingly beautiful. It was true that her shoulder duration pilus is dishevelled, her sass were gamey and bloody liquid was dripping out of her olfactory organ and gaping mouth. But the completely prototype of this rotting beauty projected a sensory faculty of helplessness and vulnerability, a need for some comfort and tribute that is unfortunately too late for her.

Despite my neural impulse to just hold and hug her and fill her with my love and luxuria, I knew that it would be impossible in her current condition. All I would get is a splattering of gore and a badly damaged cadaver as her belly will rupture with the svelte pressure. With a mite of sorrow, I proceeded with the embalming procedure. number 1, I helped her out of her ill-fitting vacuum tube top. I could not hold her eubstance up to strip it off her as it might do her belly to explode. So I used a duo of scissors hold to cut it off her. I noted that she was not wearing any bra as her greenish but very attractive boob came into full horizon. I then pulled her shorts off her. Once again, she was not wearing undies. I wonder if her killer had taken them as token. What was illuminate was the fact that she had been raped. Despite her break down state, I could see that her vagina was clearly injured, looking torn and tattered in blank space. And a Brobdingnagian art object of clot blood dropped off when I pulled off her shorts.

I then pierced the trocar into her body near her umbilicus. It went into her soft rotting flesh easily. I switched on the heart and soon, I could see some drab liquid being sucked out of her into the pail connected to the pump. The protrusion of her belly slowly went down and soon, she looked relatively thin, even though some bloating remained. She was dead far too long to restore her to her original slim state unfortunately. I then pumped her physical structure full of embalming fluid which caused her belly to bloat out a bit more. At least she will last for a patch More now as I began to wash her clean with a hosepipe.

Next, I had to cover up her pelt with a thick stratum of hide coloured powder. Especially difficult was the marbling bell ringer and the large contusion on her neck. I managed to cover them up quite well and soon, she looked active. The only thing that looked out of place was her slightly swollen abdomen. I looked at the wearing apparel that her family sent with her and realised that she would never fit into that sexy wearing apparel as her abdomen was too bloated and the rest of her body was also a bit tumescent with decline. She would need some loose clothing. Leaving her on the slab, I went to the mall nearby and picked a white sleeveless maternity dress and a short blue devil skirt. Arriving back at the morgue, I slipped the strapless black bra left by her family over her titty and secured it behind her back. I helped her put on a duad of undies and then dressed her in the motherliness dress 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 good. After I fixed her feature of speech and applied some base, lip rouge, eye shadow and blushing mushroom on her boldness, she was simply ravishing. She looked like a pretty and significant cleaning woman sleeping peacefully. And the generous sum of money of fragrance I sprayed on her cross her rotting smell and increased her sex appeal.

I could no longer prevail back my rising lust and pulled up her skirt and pulled off her pantie. I fingered her for a while. Then I entered her easy, wet, decomposing vagina and jabbing 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 carry my baby. I then stroked her bloated belly and imagined that she was pregnant with my shaver. Soon, I have deposited my ejaculate into her consistence. I turned her around and entered her from behind, all the patch being heedful not to press on her consistency too hard. Finally, I placed my penis into her reopened mouth and moved her head with my custody until I ejaculated a huge load of semen, some of which spurted out from her olfactory organ. Only then was my lust satisfied.

After that came the surd share. Cleaning off my shadow and buying another set of indistinguishable dress for her as the offset set was soiled beyond use. After this dupe, I learned that a funeral director must count beyond the physical consideration of a rotting stiff and see each body as being equal to of erotic decomposition .