Chapter 238 – If_Happy Story 01 : Week 1_Unlimited Body Modification_Day 1_Oral Cavity, Exocrine Glands, Esophagus, Alveoli. (2)
If_Happy Story 01 : Week 1_Unlimited body remodeling_Day 1_Oral cavity, exocrine glands, esophagus, alveoli. (2)
Let’s call a new number in “Her?”──
This time, all taste bud cells on the tongue were replaced with custom-shaped cells that could specifically detect the size, shape, temperature, and taste of the penis.
The tentacle snaked around, digging into the protrusions of the tongue, and spreading a suspiciously green sticky liquid.
A green liquid that is applied and immediately seeps into the inside of the tongue.
It penetrates into the mucous membrane cells and transforms already replaced taste bud cells into an even more obscene manner.
A variation in which stimulation of chemical receptors goes beyond conveying information in the form of taste and leads to a form of tactile sensation.
Soon, the senses of taste and touch are mixed, creating a mixed sensation.
The tactile sense of taste continued to force one to feel pleasure from the senses felt at the same time.
The application of synesthesia, which is the tactile sensation of hearing, was once experienced. Now, Ha-eun will feel the same sensation as if her clitoris was pinched just by pre-cum touching the bottom of her tongue, and when the male’s semen is ejaculated on her tongue, it will feel the uterus. A sensation equivalent to being directly pricked will dominate your mind.
An extremely blasphemous body modification that makes the act of tasting itself an act no different from sexual activity.
It hasn’t changed the sense of taste itself, it hasn’t changed the individual’s preference or the feeling of taste itself. When you taste something tasteless, you still feel it’s tasteless, and when you taste delicious food, you still feel it’s taste, the sense of taste itself doesn’t change much…
Rather, it is said that the addition of a separate substance will allow for more sensitive taste distinction.
It’s just that the body has changed to feel pleasure in the process of tasting.
Even if it is something that is fishy, disgusting, and gives off a terrible smell.
Although it tastes really… Even if it’s terrible, you can’t help but be honest about what your uterus feels…
That makes the situation even more shocking.
Oh my god, ha… ♥
During the procedure, did the wrong drug be used, or was it an intentional mistake? The vulva engraved on the tongue has expanded in size to become more lewd and vicious.
A vulgar heart-shaped tattoo depicting a uterus resembling a morning glory.
As if it was alive and moving, the shape of the heart was transformed into something more erotic and lewd.
The sinister purple color spreads out thickly, like pruning, and can no longer be hidden.
Just by slightly opening your mouth, the unique purple color and pattern will come into view.
Vivid, dreamy… A purple vulva that gives you a strange feeling.
A magical purple color was vividly shining on the tongue.
Perhaps because additional magical measures were taken, the heightened senses are a bonus.
The purple vulva that covers the entire tongue is just one example.
They are organically connected like gears interlocking.
The result is reflected on my body in real time, moment by moment, and I cannot laugh at all.
The process was so quick and precise that by the time she was calling out her next number, she could feel the change so intensely.
It is not limited to taste.
The lips have already been transformed into objects with sensitivity equivalent to the labia of the vagina, and the base of the tongue, which has already had all of its taste cells replaced, is in direct communication with the nerves of the cerebrum, which sense touch to all surface layers, including the frenulum, and only transmit it in the form of pleasure. The pleasure nerves were forcibly opened.
Additional sensory organs are created throughout most of the oral mucosa, including the lingual frenulum, subglossal gland, palatine tonsil, and lingual palatine arch, and across almost all categories that make up the mouth.
A more delicate and sensitive sense than the sensory function existing in the fingers was formed in the oral cavity, making it possible to feel everything from minor internal vibrations to the movement of objects swimming in the mouth.
These disgusting tentacle strands that are now crawling through my mouth, their structure, length, size and even shape… A keen sense was created to be able to perceive and draw.
Just the vibration of the lungs to create a moaning sound.
A feeling of pleasure that was barely bearable began to ring in my head.
A story that is not funny at all.
Even now, just by the slight vibration of the ribcage, a tingling sensation was felt in the uterus, and sticky love juice was dripping habitually.
Not only the hot pink saliva flowing from my lips, but also the sensitive sensation of my uvula, which had been itching for a long time, forced me to feel how much my mouth was changing.
An eerie sensation as if a separate clitoris had formed in the mouth.
I was confident that if my tongue touched my uvula by mistake, I would close my eyes and climax just from that stimulation.
It seems more appropriate to call it a living masturbation tool rather than a mouth.
Also, what is the structure of the saliva that flows from the mouth, and is it sticky and sweet when eaten? A little taste from my saliva… I’m going into heat ♥.
Did you say that the way we sense taste has been completely turned upside down? That was indeed correct.
Sweet, sticky… It tastes like you’re licking a thick liquid of milk that seems to have been mixed with a little too much sugar… It was a truly creepy story that the taste came from my saliva, but it was not such a trivial matter.
That sticky taste that fills your mouth with sweetness, and at the same time… This taste… The stimulus had actual physical force, and was conveying a sensation as if it were hitting the area below the belly button.
A taste that feels like pressing gently on the uterus.
The feeling that I had something strange in my head was my feeling about the saliva that flowed from my own salivary glands.
It’s not a matter of whether it’s already sweet or bitter.
Problem at a fundamental level.
A body that must be approached carefully, even with the saliva accumulating in my mouth.
That’s all I can feel with my own saliva. I wonder what will happen if something else touches my tongue… ♡
It’s not normal ♥
The vulgarity itself♥
A mean thing that seems to exist only to flatter the male, with all the processes and results of the body♥
A body that could easily be called a sex toy.
Even though the inside of my mouth was only being molested, it already seemed close to impossible to lead a normal life.
This entire process was freely used regardless of any type of method, both legal and illegal, according to the contents of the memorandum and pledge she signed.
In the future, the possibility of her regaining her original normal appearance is close to zero.
Even if we stop this procedure right now,
Even if we invest tens of times more than the astronomical cost of this procedure into recovery, it would be fortunate if we could barely imitate a normal person.
Even that has a similar level of possibility to finding a needle that fell in the desert.
In the first place, it was not a procedure that took into account the possibility of returning it to its original state.
The result of a procedure that was certain to be irreversible from the beginning and guaranteed all such possibilities.
Unless, perhaps, she shows a miracle equivalent to being reborn.
… No, when I thought about how her soul, which made up her mind, began to slowly become cloudy due to the combined effects of various drugs and magic.
Even if something miraculous happens, she is said to be reborn by the grace of God.
It won’t be easy to lead a life like her original self.
It’s just a mouth.
It’s still just a mouth ♥
Just with your mouth…♥
My mouth was degenerated into an obscene toy only for sex and sexual purposes.
When she called the number 37.
As if that group of tentacles that were filling up the inside of Lee Ha-eun’s mouth wasn’t enough, I looked down at its range and movement… It started to spread further downward.
A deep, thin tube that exists below the throat.
Esophagus.
A long tube made of muscle about 30 cm long that connects the pharynx and the stomach.
Its role is to easily deliver food that has completed mastication in the mouth from the pharynx to the stomach.
It is a simple organ that simply delivers chewed food to the stomach, but although it looks simple, it has a fairly important function.
A strand of vicious tentacles burrowed in, targeting such a place.
It was thicker and larger than usual, a hideous mass of tentacles that gave off an ominous atmosphere just by looking at it. It opened its mouth, pounded the uvula, and penetrated the inside of the pharynx… Furthermore, it was invading the black-covered throat.
“〉37. We perform plastic surgery on the entire area of the oral cavity and esophageal muscles.
The basic structure is based on the subject’s genital shape that was previously scanned, and additional structures are formed according to the customer’s requirements.
As it causes major changes in the structure of the esophagus, which originally functioned as a conduit for ingested food, it can cause various types of inconveniences during the intake process as a side effect.”
With the sound of her, a hideous mass of tentacles begins her movement.
It was thicker and larger than any other type of tentacle that had ever penetrated my body, and its movements were more vicious and terrifying than I could imagine.
The chunk of meat moves around as if it were swimming through the meat and moves around the inside of the esophageal mucus as if it were its own home.
They cut it, pull it out, cut it out, inject an unknown drug, scrape off the wall of the esophagus, and forcibly connect the nerves.
My throat feels hot, like it’s burning.
I can’t even faint, let alone get anesthesia, and the stimulation is so hot that it feels like it’s going to melt my head.
This alone may seem like my head is going strange, but what is actually going strange is my body, my throat.
I could not help but watch as my throat and esophagus transformed from an organ for eating into something else in real time.
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“〉41. Cutting and cutting processing to reproduce a similar vaginal wrinkle environment.
Through physical processing, the product is molded into a shape similar to the subject’s when they were born.
“The increased surface area and physical resistance have the side effect of somewhat reducing its original function of moving food.”
This needlessly large and vicious mass of tentacles that makes your throat cry.
Of course, it wasn’t just a tentacle, nor was it just swimming around the throat for no reason, but it was a truly hideous thing.
It filled the inside with the esophagus, then opened wide and began to sprout new tentacle strands from inside the thick tentacle.
One strand, two strands, three strands…
Dozens, if not hundreds, of thin tentacle strands sprouted disgustingly, lifting their profane needles across the entire length of the esophagus.
“〉45. Implantation of autonomic nerves to reproduce the feeling of fullness and pressure during insertion.
By adding autonomic nerves throughout the esophagus, the sensation of fullness and pressure caused by foreign substances can be acutely felt, reproducing a sensation similar to that of an actual genital organ.”
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An ivory-colored drug is injected into the mucous membrane of the esophagus.
The fangs embedded in the upper esophageal string sucked mine out from within and injected something unidentified.
Your own esophagus pulsates with the movement.
The healthy red color becomes pale, and a pale pink mucous membrane begins to appear.
As another liquid was injected, a wrinkled layer of mucous membrane reminiscent of the vaginal wall began to swell between the muscular tubes and fill the space between the tubes.
The cavity, which was normally empty to transport food, is blocked by a swollen light pink mucous membrane, reminiscent of a dense cave.
The shape of the crimson tube, which seemed healthy at first, was now lumpy and filled with wrinkles, resembling a soggy pink meat cave.
Suspicious protrusions of unknown purpose were appearing here and there, and the passage, which was once filled with empty space, was tightly blocked by mottled wrinkles and a layer of mucous membrane.
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“〉49. Formation of artificial erogenous zones similar to G-spot, A-spot, P-spot, U-spot for each section to deliver special pleasure.
A structure that reproduces the special erogenous zones, G-spot, A-spot, P-spot, and U-spot that exist in the genitals of actual female organisms, is formed in each section within the esophagus, allowing individual erogenous sensations depending on the area stimulated. Create.
Since the erogenous zone is a structure caused by physical stimulation and pressure, it can be activated only by simple physical stimulation, not just stimulation through the genitals, and this physical stimulation includes the chewing movement of food.”
A strange meat pipe reminiscent of a pussy.
My esophagus, transformed by strands of tentacles crawling over and over again, could only be seen that way.
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“〉53. Transplantation of cultured vaginal wall mucosa over the entire esophagus.
The thickness of the transplanted vaginal mucosa may narrow the esophagus tube, causing discomfort when eating.
In addition, because complex sensory receptors are formed inside the esophagus throughout the entire procedure, floating food can be clearly sensed, and this sensation is linked to the pleasure nerve, resulting in the subject feeling pleasure equivalent to similar sexual activity.
Because the esophageal hole is narrower than before, it may cause discomfort in food intake, but the improved muscle elasticity of the esophagus has high extensibility, so ingestion itself does not become impossible.”
The inorganic sounds and numbers called are repeated again and again.
Every time that happens, the inside of my body changes as if a building is being erected, and it feels strange.
It was awkward and awkward, and I couldn’t swallow the strange feeling.
The process of my body changing as if it were not my body.
From the mouth to the esophagus.
How many numbers have already been called?
The appearance of the esophagus is now completely different from its original appearance.
An environment filled with familiar pink mucous membranes.
Even though I was able to see the entire process unfold with my own eyes, I still couldn’t believe it.
Is it even more so because you can see what it was like before it changed on the screen?
The changed appearance was nothing more than a layer of mucous membrane, but it was so vulgar and lewd that I was embarrassed to show it to others.
Suddenly, the image of my esophagus reflected on this screen was something I could see before… I thought it resembled my genitals and the inside of my vagina.
A female genital organ filled with light pink mucous membrane that exists to receive a male cock.
Wrinkles and protrusions that spit out sticky love juice and stimulate the male to become excited.
The narrow passage in the antrum mucosa is a passage for stimulating the penis.
The structure, the lewd form…
It was truly similar to the appearance of her own vagina.
From an organ for transporting swallowed food and obtaining energy─ to a tool solely for sexual service──♡
The blatant aspect of the change is dizzying♥
A mind-boggling, profane pleasure tangled my head in confusion.
What’s right, what’s wrong… It’s so confusing that you can’t even decide how much is common sense and what is nonsensical.
I never thought it would be like this.
I never imagined that this would be possible.
The epitome of non-common sense and unethics.
Oh my god, can you think of transforming a person’s esophagus into a penis…♡
The sensation of the neck tremors trembling is strangely vivid.
Is this also an effect of remodeling?
Sensations that should not be felt are pounding on my brain, and emotions that should not be felt are melting my nerves.
The entire inside the mouth is sensitive, as if it were a different organ.
My esophagus can now vividly sense even the sticky properties of swallowed saliva.
The structure already doesn’t look much different from the vagina.
At least to my eyes, the appearance of the esophagus did not look much different from the internal appearance of the vagina shown on the screen at the time.
Lips
Labia minora.
Spit is
Love juice.
The uvula is
Clitoris.
The esophagus
Vaginal opening
Replaces
Under…
I can’t tell the difference at all.
What difference is there now between the two organs, other than not being able to get pregnant?
It’s not strange to call it lower pussy or upper pussy.
Literally see it.
An organ for sexual activity.
It was not just a metaphor, but a truly physical mouth and vagina.
It is truly far away.
The reality is that it is not strange to go crazy.
I couldn’t even imagine that my neck could become a pussy overnight.
After remodeling my mouth hole like that, the ugly tentacle structure came out of my throat as if it was full of sex.
The tentacle stem, which had a function as hideous as its thickness, literally reshaped the inside of my mouth into the shape of a penis, and was pulled out without hesitation as if it had done its job.
The stem of the tentacle that is pulled out as it forcibly widens and widens the sinuous, tight esophageal mucosa layer.
That stimulus was the first time… It wasn’t much different from the feeling of a cock in my vagina.
A strange feeling in my head, as if I was having sex with my mouth.
It could be said to be blasphemous.
The sensation of the tentacle coming out of my mouth was not much different from the sensation of the cock piercing my pussy.
Literally, mouth pussy♥
Under…
Instead of love juice, I dribbled hot pink love gel and experienced an unprecedented throat orgasm.
Love juice overflowing no matter where it is, upper or lower pussy.
Common sense is collapsing…♥
