My Orgasmic Autopsy

I'm high as fuck, horny and rolling on molly, and my big belly is numb from my sternum to my bellybutton so I'll only feel the last bit of the cut between my belly button and mound, but most important; I'll feel everything inside me exposed when I'm open.

I watched an autopsy once when I was a first year med student and it hit me hard and burrowed deep in my psyche fueling my sexual hungers. That girl was dead, but as I watched the Coroner open her up and handle all the organs inside her, I imagined how it would feel if she was still alive.

I watched him lift her bladder to get at her uterus which he palpated, he squeezed her ovaries and downright massaged her vagina, grinding his thumb on her g-spot. Then he unravelled her small bowel and massaged her sigmoid, descending, transverse and descending colon, then dug deeper and lifted her bloated stomach, squeezing it so a long watery burp gurgled from her open mouth. And through it all I pretended those organs were mine and had to finger fuck myself to an orgasm in my car before I was calm enough to drive home.

I was slim and pretty then, but over the years I grew fat and now my belly and tits are huge. And there hasn't been a night I haven't masturbated thinking about that girl's autopsy and wishing it was me on that table.

My brother knows about this fetish fantasy of mine and so does my mom and they're both in the room with me along with other people who paid to watch. I want this, but I don't want to be alone when it happens. There is a thrill being watched by my silent audience.

My family knows why I've let myself go these past years; let myself grow fat and bloated by binge eating sweets and fatty foods. It's so my belly will be huge for this night.

I'm revving myself up with my Hitachi, grinding the head hard against my pussy and clit because there's a chance I won't cum once he opens me up and starts to play. I hope I do, but there's always a chance I'll be too overwhelmed having my belly opened like a cheap purse to have an orgasm.

"... ow ... ow ... ow ..." I moan. I love pain as much as pleasure so I pinch and twist my nipples as I grind myself with the Hitachi so hard it hurts, squirming on the slippery satin sheets, my fat thighs spread wide like the slut I am.

Since this desire was born I've been multi-orgasmic and I hope tonight will be no different.

When I cum, I cum hard; my pussy clenching in pulses and my orgasm shuddering up the core of my belly to crash against my stomach bloated with sweet tea. I turn the Hitachi off and press the knob painfully inside myself and I keep cumming, keep rolling in sexual delight fuelled by the molly and my endless lust.

I feel the Hitachi pulled from my hand and out of me, then comes the dull pressure on my fat belly that becomes sharp and exquisite as it traces down under my belly button.

"You okay?" the surgeon asks as his blade parts the skin, fat, and muscle near my pussy.

"... mm-hmm ..." I murmur, "... you're making me wet ..." and he is; my pussy is flowing grool from the sensation of being cut. I feel lit trickling down the cheeks of my bum. Such a small but wonderful sensation that what is happening to me is as sensual as I imagined.

The blade is so sharp that it glides through my flesh.

He returns to my upper belly, sliding his blade deeper into the muscles there and I'm overwhelmed by the feeling of being opened.

Opened like that girl so long ago.

As my belly parts, the air of the room is cold on my exposed bowels and I pinch my right nipple hard, adding to the perverse pleasure I'm feeling.

Oh god, this is working. It's everything I imagined.

"... oh fuck ... oh ... making me cum ..." I gasp, breathless.

Sexual excitement is growing strong in my core as I feel the bands of muscle that cradled my belly all my life splitting apart as his knife slides downward once more and when the last band splits I feel the shock of all that weight released.

I'm fully open now, splayed wide and exposed, and I'm rolling with orgasms that throb through me from my pussy to my throat. My bowels—bared to the air for the first time—squirm inside me like lazy snakes and gurgle in peristalsis that feels deliciously perverse.

Hands sliding and stroking inside me send quivers through my core and I begin to lose my mind. Things that have never been touched are stroked and squeezed and the orgasmic sensations spread throughout my belly.

"... fuck ma!" I cry out, wanting her to know her only daughter is deep in sexual bliss, and that playing out this perverse fantasy is worth dying for as I continue to squirm and quiver as hands play inside my belly.

I feel my pussy squeezed and my g-spot ground with a thumb, my uterus lifted and my ovaries pinched, my bowels stroked, my bladder gripped tight, squeezing out pee as the waves of orgasm keep washing through my belly. This is an ecstatic way to end my life and the surgeon and his team plays it out as long as they can and I'm so grateful for them.

But there's one last insult to my body that I begged for and the anticipation of that last pleasure makes me quiver; I ache for it, remembering the autopsy girl from so long ago.

As the rest continue to play inside me, I feel the surgeon's hand sliding through my bowels, stroking my transverse colon from underneath, then the slippery sensation as he delves higher and deeper.

Here comes the money shot! I think to myself.

He lifts my heavy stomach and squeezes and my rolling orgasms peak with intensity as the sweet tea convulses up my gullet to spray out of my open mouth. My back arches in this intense release as I am forced to regurgitate and my orgasm bloats large in my open belly.

I flop limp afterward, a limpness I've never felt before flows through my body as the hands inside me slow and their movements grow gentle; soothing my flesh now.

I'm spent.

I'm used up, and a peace rises through me as my orgasms settle to a constant flowing bliss.

"... oh ..." my voice is calm and content, as I breathe my last.

I swallow as I look at my mom and brother; "... I'm gonna die ..." I whisper and smile and the world fades ...

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