Chapter 240 – If_Happy Story 01 : Week 1_Unlimited Body Modification_Day 1_Oral Cavity, Exocrine Glands, Esophagus, Alveoli. (4)
If_Happy Story 01 : Week 1_Unlimited body remodeling_Day 1_Oral cavity, exocrine glands, esophagus, alveoli. (4)
“〉67. Expansion procedure for trachea and bronchi to improve lung capacity.
“It expands the trachea and bronchi to improve basic lung capacity in preparation for strenuous exercise and situations where breathing is difficult.”
A thin tentacle that enters the mouth and penetrates into the airway takes control of the inside of the tube, and forcibly expands the airway tube chemically and physically, such as by unraveling several threads, harming it, mechanically injecting drugs, and pulling the tube. Br〉
The movement is quite violent and intense, and the vibration that trembles with the beat makes the neck tremble, and you feel a thrilling feeling of pleasure in your mouth.
With the stimulation of my uvula shaking like a slice, I feel a strange pleasure, like lightly stroking my clitoris, and it turns a little red.
A transformation of prayer that was unexpected.
Not only the throat for eating, but even the pores for breathing are transformed into something else for actions such as pervert.
No way… Will my body become capable of receiving a dick through this hole?
That… I really never imagined it?
In the pores, thick and ugly… ♡ If you accept a male’s dick, … ♥ How does it feel?
I was forced into a hole that I couldn’t fit into with a castle pole, and I couldn’t even breathe… Even the respiratory system becomes a tool for sexual activity, so the body becomes a service♥
Very… It must be painful.
It will definitely be miserable.
At least not yet, her calm explanation did not reveal such an intention, but now that numbers were being called again and again, nothing could be certain.
I don’t know, and I don’t know whether something that can only be explained as madness itself, such as transforming my lungs into something similar to a uterus using scientific technology under the guise of unidentified future technology, will happen to my body or not.
Who would have imagined that the esophagus could be turned into a vagina itself?
In that respect, I couldn’t be sure that nothing would happen just because it was a pore.
Even as I was thinking about that, it was already difficult to count how many times I had orgasmed from the stimulation of the tentacles moving around my throat.
Several times, even the freedom to breathe was taken away by the movement of tentacles that clogged the pores and administered suspicious reagents.
Tightening and loosening, the movements of the tentacles that are harassing even the right to breathe make one begin to feel gratitude toward the tentacles that are harassing oneself even in the very situation of being able to breathe.
Intermittent suffocation…
The supply of oxygen to the brain was occasionally interrupted, and a hazy feeling would periodically dominate the entire body.
From those tentacle stems, thread-thin tentacle strands were now violently coming out.
Longer, thinner…
A chaotic number of tentacles, strands, so many that it is impossible to count them even beyond the screen.
The number is so large that it makes you think they are breeding in tentacles.
Those tiny tentacle strands shoot out forcefully, into the airway tubes and trachea and even deeper.
It penetrated between the bronchi where the alveoli are located and the more branched bronchioles.
It spreads its vicious beast through every passage that exists, as if it doesn’t want to leave out any one of them.
Left main bronchus, right main bronchus, left lobe bronchus, segmental lower bronchus, right lobe bronchus… Dozens of bronchi, and countless bronchioles spreading out from them even more slenderly.
Inside the thin tube connected to every nook and cranny of the lung, thin tentacle strands like threads were digging in, one by one, occupying every corner of the space.
It was designed so that I could only see the entire process with my own eyes through five monitors.
Tentacle strands that penetrate between each bronchial tube and spit out something like saliva, as if marking territory.
This place is being painted over, dirty, and polluted, as if it is no longer mine.
As I continued, I saw everything, even the deepest parts of my lungs, being painted with something other than my body… I had no choice but to look.
That feeling is so unclean and terrible… I was excited.
Isn’t it strange?
I kept getting excited, my heart was pounding.
Was it because I couldn’t breathe properly that my head started to feel weird?
Every single hair of your head, even the tips of your toes… The dizzying feeling of being overwritten and contaminated by something else, and that it can no longer be reversed.
There is a part of my heart that is secretly enjoying this most fatal situation.
“〉74. Alveolar erosion of all bronchioles by the laboratory cell line, HLRS-0017.
The cell line has the characteristic of invading other cells and self-proliferating, and has the characteristic of replacing the corresponding function when successfully established. In particular, when it invades the respiratory tract of a specific organism, specific trends were observed, and it was confirmed that several specific reactions occur to maintain the host’s vital response.
With her words,
A string of tentacles thinner than a fingernail has now taken over the entire inside the lung.
The face with a terrible appearance that somehow reminds me of a shabby parasite, its edges spread out like a split flower bud… Meanwhile, an ominous purple gas began to be sprayed from the small pipe that was revealed.
A suspicious purple gas seeping into the walls of the institution as if coloring it.
The healthy red alveolar masses were being stained with the purple gas.
Even at this very moment, my lungs are slowly becoming polluted with an ominous purple color.
There was something eerie about the sight of a section that was full of red becoming a gloomy mixture of pink and purple, as if the territory had been invaded.
“It can sense the gas content ratio of the surrounding environment and has the characteristic of causing a sensitive reaction to the concentration of oxygen and carbon dioxide.
Under normal breathing conditions, gases that cause slight tension and excitement are synthesized and transported through capillaries, raising the average heart rate 5 to 8 times per minute and causing a slight emotional upsurge. However, through intense exercise, We were able to confirm that different special phenomena occur in cases of excessively increased respiratory rate or asphyxiation where breathing does not occur.”
It was explained in a calm voice, but unlike the voice, the content being explained is not much different from that of a madman.
Now, the act of breathing itself was degenerating into a tool for other people’s entertainment.
A serious alarm that can be felt as more than half of the area is polluted, changing from red to pink to purple in real time.
When that entire area is dyed an obscene purple color, this action will stop.
Don’t be fooled by her calm voice.
Even when my throat became a pussy itself, her voice was calm.
As I explain what will happen to my body in the future, I repeatedly emit purple, cloudy gas and move the tentacles that have invaded my bronchi.
As if exploding, my lungs are being polluted by an unknown purple gas.
Small breathing sacs.
If there is a place that is not yet polluted and boasts a bright red color, find it and dig into it… Contaminates.
The cloudy gas spurting out, my lungs losing their vitality and turning purple.
And, at the end, there will definitely be something waiting for you that is different from common sense and non-common sense.
A sense of destruction that is almost certain.
I stick my head out, my heart pounding.
A creepy feeling resembling ecstasy was gently pounding on my uterus.
Just thinking about it makes me dizzy, as if my nerves are melting, and I end up arching my back violently.
The tide falling in a parabolic curve, as if urinating, seemed to show my emotions.
The illusion that the world has turned completely white.
Is the place soaring into the sky heaven or hell?
The repeated absurdities and the series of dizzying pleasures that seem to burn the heart have already reached the limit of what they cannot endure both mentally and physically, and the living being chooses to escape, called fainting, just to survive and even for a moment to preserve consciousness.
With an orgasm resembling hell, my vision blacks out like a TV being turned off.
The distant and base pleasure of destruction that wouldn’t be strange even if I were to die right now.
There is nothing visible in the pupil.
With the loss of consciousness, the body that had lost its sense was just drooping like a scarecrow.
But comma 4 seconds.
Losing consciousness and taking a break even for a moment is not forgivable.
Along with the feeling of the drug moistening the nape of my neck, the lingering feeling of the burden imprinted in my mind during the process of ventricular failure became intense and forced me to awaken.
The chilling sensation of ice water being poured forced my consciousness back up.
“If the breathing volume increases through excessive exercise and the surrounding oxygen concentration increases excessively compared to normal, the replaced alveoli utilize the excess oxygen to carry out a special metabolic process.
The metabolites produced at this time promote estrus and excitement in the host to induce subsequent hyperventilation, and secrete abnormal stimulating hormone components that can penetrate the blood-brain barrier (BBB) that isolates the brain and blood. It overactivates the subject’s cognitive ability to perceive time.
As time progresses, the subject’s cognitive time increases, and they have a sense of time that is different from their normal sense of time.”
The sight reflected in my conscious eyes is my lungs, more than half of which are stained cloudy.
In that reality, I feel distant from the fact that in just a moment, even a single cell has been converted into a sex toilet for entertainment.
Your body realizes that you couldn’t breathe while you were passed out, and you take a deep breath.
As I feel that I have to consciously process the act of breathing, which I used to do naturally, an even more miserable and dizzying sensation strikes my mind.
Either way, her explanation continues calmly.
The longer the explanation continues, the more I can’t keep up with the horror and unethicality of this procedure.
“Depending on the concentration of accumulated metabolites, the sense of perception goes from an initial 1.5 times greater sense of time to approximately 15 times greater at maximum blood concentration.
In the maximum cognitive sensory condition, where 1 second lasts about 15 seconds, all cognitive sensations explode… At this time, a side effect is being confirmed in that reabsorption of neurotransmitters does not occur.
Accordingly, when the maximum blood concentration is reached and the threshold condition corresponding to orgasm is reached… Caution is advised, as there have been reports of people experiencing forced, unrestricted orgasms unless normal breathing conditions are returned.”
Before he knew it, most of his lungs had been stained a strange purple color, and there were hardly any healthy red lumps to be found.
The explanation she continues can be said to be truly terrible.
Although it was unnecessarily packaged and mixed with some complicated and difficult words, the essential content was quite simple and did not deviate too much from the scope of understanding.
What is she saying, and what is happening to my body? It wasn’t that difficult to understand.
In short, when you exercise vigorously and start to feel short of breath, the side effect is that time feels like it passes slowly.
At that time, the maximum speed is about 15 times, and if you feel the sensation of climax or orgasm in that state, you will fall into a terrible situation.
And, the sensations felt at this time will continue until the moment when you can completely catch your breath.
It was truly ridiculous and ridiculous.
There was no need to think of other examples of the intense exercise she was talking about.
In short, sexual activity, sex.
There is no need to look for other hard exercise that will make you out of breath.
After being stabbed, pounded, struggling and sobbing… Natural breathing is bound to become rough.
And in the process, the climax… In other words, there was no reason not to have an orgasm.
An act that, from beginning to end, was all designed for one purpose.
Even if I just stand still or breathe, my body has a hard time holding back the sensation of pleasure.
But what sexual activity stimulates the most pleasure?
It’s not worth discussing.
I knew well from myself that I would only have to endure for a few seconds.
I know it too well, so I can get away with it.
If that happens, the natural outcome will be a chain reaction that will be nothing short of destruction.
The sensation of orgasm followed by pleasure that exceeds the threshold.
Your breathing will inevitably become rough due to the overflow of pleasure that will burn your throat.
So, what about rough breathing? Of course, this terrible lung will be irritated, and this suspicious something will force my body into heat and excitement.
The body’s sense of time starts to deteriorate as a bonus.
1 second became 2 seconds, 2 seconds became 4 seconds, and before I knew it, it was 15 seconds…
I am confident that I will not be able to endure the feelings of pleasure that seem to explode in such a situation.
What happens then is an endless chain of arrivals.
An infinite climax hell where you run wild without knowing the limits until you faint and collapse.
I thought it was like a child playing with fire among a bunch of explosives.
Just imagining it, a dizzying sensation.
It is as good as seeing what will happen.
A meat doll that can’t do anything other than let out a faint moan.
I haven’t experienced it, but there’s no way I can stay sane.
“On the other hand, under conditions where the surrounding oxygen concentration is low, and the carbon dioxide concentration is high, another specific phenomenon occurs. If the oxygen concentration is below about 10%, and it is determined that gas exchange has been disrupted, a special prenatal pathway is induced to maintain the host’s vital status.
It causes anaerobic respiration through special magical and biological metabolites, preventing the subject from asphyxiation even in closed environments and suffocation conditions.”
Thin tentacle strands begin to paint something towards the alveolar mass, which is now completely purple and granular.
Bronchi and alveoli becoming thinly coated.
And as she continues to speak calmly, she responds with bodily fluids flowing down her crotch.
“It is a metabolic circuit with an efficiency of 74% of normal cellular respiration, and has a higher level of efficiency compared to existing lactic acid fermentation. It does not accumulate fatigue substances that interfere with anaerobic respiration, enabling permanent respiration even under asphyxiation conditions.
However, in order to make up for insufficient energy efficiency, it inhibits the subject’s overall metabolism during the anaerobic respiration process and generates interfering substances, especially in the central nervous system and cerebrum.
Currently discovered side effects include temporary infantile regression, cognitive decline, loss of language skills, interrupted permanent memory of specific memories, and intensification of primal emotions. Additionally, the parasitic cells are resistant to low-oxygen and anoxic conditions, and interfere with the host’s cerebrum to form a brain reward system similar to addiction.
The brain reward system is a compulsory compensation circuit for the act of obtaining oxygen itself, causing extreme pleasure addiction to the act of breathing itself and creating an obsession with the breathing process.
“Repeated suffocation environments are not recommended.”
There are side effects that can occur if you breathe too much, and this time, on the contrary, what happens if you do not breathe properly.
Either way is no different from hell.
Even if you accidentally don’t breathe, you won’t suffocate to death… If you say good news, you can call it good news.
Air lock… If you think about it a little, can this really be a good thing? I have doubts.
Wouldn’t it be better to just die from not being able to breathe?
Procedures that do not take the dignity of a human being into consideration at all.
She has continued to show her calm and simple side even though she has continued her ridiculous and messy procedures?
Is she like that?
It was showing that it was not unusual.
It could be said that that tone very well explains the unsettling consequences that the choice of language will have, more than anything else, for myself.
By the time we finished applying the sticky coating to every single lung sac.
It was only when all the alveoli had transformed into obscene purple lumps that the tentacles, which had been stretched thin like skeins of thread, began to come out of my throat, as if they had decided that their role had been completed.
However, my body had already been irreversibly deteriorated.
I try to breathe out.
I feel ecstasy from the breath I inadvertently exhale.
It’s ridiculous ♥
