Chapter 239 – If_Happy Story 01 : Week 1_Unlimited Body Modification_Day 1_Oral Cavity, Exocrine Glands, Esophagus, Alveoli. (3)
If_Happy Story 01 : Week 1_Body remodeling without limits_Day 1_Oral cavity, exocrine glands, esophagus, alveoli. (3)
Even after all this, is there still room for making fun of my body?
Of course, it will remain.
From the mouth to the esophagus.
In fact, it was nothing short of a ruinous body modification that would make it impossible to lead a normal social life, but it is not wrong to say that it is still only to that extent.
The throat has undoubtedly become something similar to a vagina, with no noticeable difference from the vagina, which is a genital organ, but on the other hand, it can be said that the throat has become like a vagina.
Although it takes up a large part of living life, it is only a part of the body.
Of course—there were still plenty of places on my body that had not been treated.
An obvious conclusion that doesn’t require much thought.
I thought it was already hopeless enough, but I couldn’t help but realize that it hadn’t even begun yet.
The numbers from her mouth… The numbers flow out.
Ah, ah…♥
What happens again? What happens?
Excitement, nervousness, worry, anticipation…
The stem of the tentacle appears again as if it were natural.
As expected, it was a mass of tentacles whose purpose or purpose was unknown.
What the tentacles that have been harassing my body so far have in common is that they hide a hideous appearance and a function as terrible as their hideous appearance.
A stem sprouting from the floor wrapped around my thighs like a snake, slithering ─ slithering ── wrapping around my body, creating tension and fear.
Waist, chest… It wraps around the breast and slowly crawls up like a snake hunting its prey.
A crunchy texture that cannot be described as pleasant, even with empty words.
The feeling of slowly becoming prey being hunted is so creepy that it cools the body.
As I had experienced tentacles with functions as vicious as their appearance with my own body, I could not help but be reluctant to feel this sticky texture running across my skin.
All my nerves are on edge.
Ching─ Wrap your right arm around once and a half, tickle your armpit, and then move up the back of your neck to face your face.
A creepy tentacle stalk caressing your cheek.
The shape of the tentacles seen so close before my eyes was truly hideous.
The physiological fear of a living being facing a predator, the natural enemy of mankind, aroused an alarm in my mind.
The body is extremely tense, and the heart is pounding so hard that it hurts.
Regardless of my feelings, the tentacles slowly wrapped around my face.
Soon the lips,
It was once again swinging its eel-like body at that place that had become overly sensitive.
It flows and flows─ those tentacle strands that seep in and naturally open the lips.
I felt like I was going to get goosebumps from the vivid sticky feel on my lips.
The texture of the overly vivid surface is more stimulating and distant than you can imagine… It’s dizzying.
As if a small radar had been created, the sensation of the epidermal cells on the delicate and detailed lips conveyed the size, shape, and movement of the tentacles that were invading my lips one by one, and I was distracted by that unpleasant sensation and the deluge of my five overly sensitive senses. You can’t set up.
Wriggle— Wriggle—, even if you don’t want to know, the detailed shape of this tentacle stalk that creeps in between your teeth, its thickness and number of protrusions, the shape of the thin needle located at the tip, how many tubes there are, and how many fine strands there are that moves independently. At what speed is it moving and how many times does it beat per second? You can find out such information.
Eventually, each and every little movement started to fluctuate in the mouth… It was synchronized with the erogenous zone in the oral cavity that should not have existed originally, and a throbbing pleasure, a vivid stimulation of pleasure similar to that of a pussy, was bursting into my mind.
At best, the tentacle’s stem is slowly crawling around inside the mouth, but it can’t stand the stimulation of its movement and scatters the tide.
A clearly felt sense of pleasure.
The familiar stimulation felt in an unfamiliar place was enough to disturb the mind.
If you can feel the taste of a dick from your vagina, you can’t help but think it’s strange…
First, isn’t my brain broken? I will start with suspicion.
The order was reversed, but what I was feeling wasn’t much different from that.
I can feel the smell in my fingers and the taste in my toes… Excessive sense of heterogeneity.
The feeling of your mouth becoming a vagina is more terrifying and dizzying than you can imagine… Although it was a sensation I felt in my own body, a creepy foreign feeling that felt like it was not my body took root throughout my body.
Since I still can’t accept it, the confusion grows…
I am harassed by the dizzying pleasure that is forcibly injected.
The only thing I could do was to be forced to watch and accept how my body was changing, one by one, on the screen beyond the monitor.
The unique squishy feel of tentacles sliding down the oral mucosa.
That creepy feeling, like snake skin moving around in your mouth, should be accompanied by feelings of disgust and fear, but in this confusing situation, your own feeling to respond to that uncomfortable feeling was pure pleasure.
A thrilling pleasure that makes you shiver and feels like it’s stimulating the uterus.
A dizzying sense of pleasure, as if you were actually having sex, blooms from the oral mucosa.
Connected and spreading.
The pleasure of having your pussy carefully pierced♡
When masturbating,
I couldn’t bear it, the thrill I felt while poking around the edge of her pussy with my fingers, or sitting on a damp blanket and rubbing my red, engorged clitoris… In that type of pleasure, the stimulation of pleasure is not from the bottom, but from the top… The sensation that occurs inside the mouth is more dizzy and dizzy than you can imagine… I am confused by emotions that I cannot understand.
It seems like he is masturbating with his mouth♥
Such a messy feeling passed through her head.
From the tentacle’s point of view, it was just passing through the passage for a purpose, but the gently sliding movement of the tentacle irritated my sensitive mucous membrane and gave me the sensation of being caressed.
In reality, the place that is currently being harassed is the upper mouth, but the place that is responding to the stimulation is the lower mouth.
The lower lips, thinking they are being caressed, are crying and spitting out secretions for reproductive purposes♥
My head hurts from the mind-numbing sensation of having two pussies, and the pain of doubled pleasure.
The double uterus was complaining of estrus.
I feel dizzy from the unconvincing and unacceptable signals of pleasure.
Using dark pink saliva, which has exactly the same ingredients as the patented love gel, as a lubricant, the tentacle stalk that invaded the oral cavity penetrated deeper into the area.
Inside the oral cavity.
When you think of heading in that direction, the first thing that comes to mind is that the place has now been completely renovated with a completely different look.
Obscene new makeover.
A narrow alleyway that is red and bloodshot, exposing the vulgar light pink mucous membrane.
A passage so narrow that it is questionable whether it can perform its original function of passing food through.
However, it was thoroughly processed, and had great elasticity and strength compared to its cramped appearance, so it was structured so that no matter how large an object it was forcibly pushed in from the outside, it could be easily inserted.
Structure optimized for sexual activity.
It could also be used as a passage for transporting food, which was its original purpose, but as the tube became narrower, swallowing food was accompanied by a lot of pressure and stimulation.
That stimulation is inevitably delivered in the form of pleasure… They will harass the person in question until they get sick of it.
From the perspective of an eyeless esophagus, what is any different from a slightly hard ice cream or a male dick?
It just delivers the same pleasure.
The act of eating is now indistinguishable from having sex.
However, the place where this tentacle stem is heading right now is not the obscene pink mucous passage that has already become no different from a vagina.
The place reflected on the other side of the screen was not the place that had degenerated into obscenity just moments ago.
Another place.
Was there another location connected to the mouth cavity? I think about it like that, but I can quickly guess where that horrible tentacle stalk is heading…
I can tell, again… Because you can imagine what would happen…
I get goosebumps.
I can’t even imagine what will happen afterward.
Because I couldn’t imagine it, trembling fear and fear dominate my mind.
Although it is said to be inside the same throat, it is a completely different space.
Larynx.
A passage that is essential for humans to live and breathe.
Pores.
Toward the passage where foreign substances, let alone fingers, should not enter… Slurp – Slurp – – a dark red tentacle was crawling in.
“〉61. Strengthening the joint connection of the laryngeal cover and coating the surface with an impermeable membrane that is close to complete blocking.
Strengthens connections and coatings to prevent foreign substances from entering the airway in environments other than respiratory situations. The subject’s saliva, which has become narrowed due to sexual activity and has a high viscosity, inevitably increases the possibility of accumulation of secretions, airway obstruction, and suffocation due to the patient’s own saliva and other foreign substances. To prevent this, the barrier membrane and laryngeal cover are used. There was a need to strengthen the function.
Considering the high viscosity of saliva, the epiglottis, which originally covers the airway only under the condition of swallowing food, is modified to open and close only under the act of breathing, that is, under the condition of breathing, by artificially formed joint connections and coatings.
Because the filtration function is more important than convenience, it causes some discomfort in breathing, and has the side effect of making the treatment recipient constantly conscious of breathing that was originally handled unconsciously.
Since the laryngeal cover must be opened artificially to process inhalation, exhalation, and respiration, the patient must recognize and process each process.”
Epiglottis, an organ made of fibrous cartilage that covers the airway when swallowing food and performs a delicate and very important function to prevent foreign substances from passing into the airway.
At first glance, I could have thought of it as a beneficial procedure that strengthened the filtration function and was intended to prevent me from having difficulty breathing due to an unfortunate accident. However, it was not difficult to imagine that this procedure would not be very easy.
Tailoring the respiratory system to your taste.
There is no way that no problem will arise.
A minor side effect that she threw out in passing, as if it wasn’t a big deal.
Permanent conscious processing of breathing actions that had been handled naturally.
There is no reason why dropping an action that has been processed in the unconscious realm into the conscious realm is just a minor side effect that is thrown around in passing.
Swallowing saliva, thinking about tongue position, blinking, breathing through the nose.
Things that we naturally do without even thinking about it.
A situation in which small, yet important processes in a person’s life must be dealt with consciously, one by one.
If you think about it just a little, you can see how terrible this is.
Is it possible not to blink?
Can you keep your tongue still all day?
What does not swallow saliva?
Is it possible to live without breathing?
Not worth considering.
It is impossible.
A process that must be completed even when you are sleeping or passed out.
Every hour, every minute, every second… You are breathing at any time, and it is natural to rest.
For adults, the heart beats 60 to 80 times per minute and goes through the complex contraction and relaxation processes of ventricular filling, atrial systole, isovolumic systole, ventricular ejection, isovolumic diastole, and ventricular filling in one beat. The result is as reckless and terrible as it sounds as though it is processed consciously in the brain.
Being conscious of the act of breathing every second, every moment, cannot but be a truly terrible thing.
Sting─ Microscopic tentacle strands extending from the tentacle stem stuck in the throat.
I feel the sensation of those tentacles spreading out like a bundle of thread, sticking to my covered epiglottis and massaging my body as they please.
As my mouth became more sensitive, I could feel the movement of the tentacles massaging the inside of my mouth, and I was able to know what was happening to my body as if I could hold it with my hands.
That sense and the visual data displayed on the monitor come together… I can see what is happening to my body in real time.
I know what good does it do?
Resistance is meaningless and only makes things more miserable.
Even the results were calmly explained in her own words… Feeling like a death row inmate awaiting execution, he could only feel the changes taking place in his body.
The whole process is truly unfortunate… It was truly amazing.
A misfortune that seems to melt away reason.
The despair of terrible destruction melts reason with chilling pleasure.
Eventually, the procedure was over, and I was able to feel the change through the movement of the tentacle strands falling off the mucous membrane.
Feeling… I had no choice but to do it.
Oh my goodness, the process of breathing is vivid right now.
Inhale and exhale.
I clearly felt the presence of the small valve that separates the airway and esophagus, and had to be conscious of my breathing.
Every second, every moment… The sensation was in the realm of consciousness, and for just a moment… If I tried to forget the process even for a moment, I would be suffocated and forcefully force the method of breathing into my mind.
Just ten seconds,
Just with that… I realized how terrible this process was.
The horror of bringing the realm of the unconscious into the realm of consciousness.
What was even more terrible was that this was not a problem that simply crossed over into the realm of consciousness.
A new sensation felt because one had to be conscious of each breathing process.
In order to breathe, external air must enter the inside of the oral cavity through the ‘mouth’, and inevitably, minor but clearly existing vibrations will remain in the oral cavity.
Normally, such a process would have been processed without conscious awareness, but now we have no choice but to process all of these processes consciously.
The vibrations of gases generated during breathing also inevitably reached the skin.
The mucous membrane of the oral cavity, which was no different from the genitals, had become a sensitive body that reacted to even the slightest vibration of gas.
Well, in short.
The act of breathing and the stimulation alone have led to feelings of pleasure.
Although its intensity was infinitely weak.
Untiringly… Stimulation of the mucous membrane caused by the inevitable vibration of oxygen.
Like clothes getting wet in a light rain, the pleasure accumulated through the oral mucosa.
Her… True.
Is there anything more absurd than this?
It only took a short time to undergo the procedure.
I’ve been doing this for a long time, so now I’ve become a pervert body that accumulates sexual pleasure on its own without having to do anything.
… ♥
Even at this very moment, I had to consciously breathe, and every time I did so, I had to feel a slight flinch of pleasure from the movement of gas hitting the mucous membrane of my mouth.
After eating and drinking water… Even breathing is linked to sexual activity… I was becoming that kind of body.
Step by step, the important things that one took for granted are taken away and deteriorated.
The fact that it could be worse than this.
No, the fact that it is possible for things to get worse than this.
It was quite exhilarating ♥
I just have a headache.
Even in this situation, my feelings of anticipation were my own, but I really couldn’t understand them.
I must have gone crazy already.
Under…
Even while thinking these thoughts, I can’t stop breathing♡ and feeling strange pleasure from that stimulation.
Burr, I couldn’t help but vibrate my waist ♥
Oh my god… Oh my god… ♥
