Jeong So-yeon's Demise (4)
The researcher's fingers, clutching the wedding ring, mercilessly pried open her hole and plunged deep inside.
"Grrrh...!!"
Her tightly clenched pussy stretched to its absolute limit... defiling the virgin passage that had never known a single sexual encounter.
It should have hurt like hell, but Jeong So-yeon's drug-soaked body betrayed her, gushing a flood of slick arousal as it welcomed the intruding touch.
"Can't really tell with just my fingers."
"Grrk! Kik!"
The researcher wiggled his fingers up and down inside her pussy, pressing firmly here and there to locate her cervix. Even the slightest movement triggered an explosive reaction—Jeong So-yeon bit her lip hard, eyes bulging as she squirted wildly.
"Kiiih...!!"
She was already reduced to a single, sex-crazed onahole.
Pulling his fingers free, the researcher wiped the filth on a towel and fetched a disposable plastic speculum—one size larger than standard, so massive it seemed impossible to insert.
And yet... he shoved it ruthlessly into Jeong So-yeon's pussy.
"Gahak...!!"
He drove the speculum all the way in and began expanding the hole bit by bit. At first, she moaned in pleasure... but then...
"Kyaaak...!!"
Once her vaginal folds were stretched to the brink and it kept going, the tearing pain ripped screams from her throat.
"Kyahaak!! It hurts! It fucking hurts!"
"Hold still, you bitch. There it is."
Her pussy gaped wide enough to fit a toilet paper roll... deep within, where the grotesque folds writhed, her tiny donut-shaped cervix peeked out, twitching.
The researcher, ring in hand, reached straight for it.
"By the way, this part's supposed to hurt like a motherfucker. Want a countdown?"
"Ha... hng... haa... don't... please..."
"5... 4... 3..."
Ignoring her pitiful pleas, he pressed the ring right against her cervix and counted down.
"2... 1... Done."
Click—
"Kyaaaaaaaak!!"
The ring clamped onto her cervix... and Jeong So-yeon shrieked in agony, bursting into tears.
Not content with squeezing tight, the ring burrowed inward, sending waves of pain like nails digging into flesh.
The researcher tapped his remote to sync the ring.
"Hey, onahole? You listening? You won't be able to hear much longer, so pay attention—this is important."
"Hic, grrk..."
"This ring? It's permanent. Sticks to your cervix forever, clamps it shut so not a single drop of cum can get in... but it can also force it open like this for cum."
Sneering as he imagined her reactions from now on, the researcher pressed the button hard.
The ring on her cervix slowly dilated, prying open the hole that should have stayed sealed.
"Ugh... kyahaAAAAAHHH!!"
Her cervix, meant to remain closed... now yawned wide at the push of a button, against her will.
"Aaaahhh!! It hurts! Kyahaak!!"
1cm... 2cm... 3cm... Ignoring her torment, it kept expanding.
The researcher glanced at Jeong So-yeon, who had foamed at the mouth and passed out, then sighed and hit another button.
Bzzzzt—
"Kiiiiiik!!"
A near-lethal jolt surged from the ring, jolting her awake. As consciousness returned... the searing pain in her gut made her gasp and scream.
"Kuhk... grrhaaaak...!!"
"Pump the owner's cum in while it's open, then seal it—100% guaranteed pregnancy, right? Don't worry. As an onahole, So-yeon won't have the entrance opened for years."
Closing her cervix back to normal, he yanked out the speculum. Her pussy contracted, spilling the pent-up arousal in thick streams.
"Next up: full-body onahole conversion."
"Hic, grrk..."
Full-body onahole conversion. The process to turn every usable hole in a woman's body into a pussy-rivaling masterpiece.
The researcher brought two suspicious-looking capsule pills. Just swallowing one would line Jeong So-yeon's throat with vaginal folds and pleasure spots. Shoving the other up her ass would multiply her colon's wrinkles and sprout a prostate-like pleasure center women lacked.
"Grrhk..."
Gulp— A single swallow, and an overwhelming surge of pleasure choked her breath.
She twitched.
"Grrrh...!!"
Just clenching her sphincter once, and her colon contracted with a chilling, alien ecstasy.
With her mouth-pussy and ass-pussy remodeled, Jeong So-yeon could no longer eat normally or defecate.
"Now for the final process: onahole fabrication."
"Eh... ugh..."
This last step would utterly shatter her humanity, reducing her to a single onahole. After this, no one could call Jeong So-yeon "human" anymore.
Before it began... Kim Jin stepped forward, halting the researchers.
"Hold up for a sec."
"Yes, sir."
Kim Jin shoved his hands in his pockets and sauntered over with arrogant swagger.
"Jeong So-yeon, what the hell is this mess? Regretting it yet?"
"Hng... grrk... please spare me... I beg you... I wanna live..."
"No worries there. Becoming an onahole doesn't mean you die, right? Might even be better."
"Wha...?"
"Think about it. No need to worry about tough stuff... just live by instinct. They'll feed you, handle your waste... comfy life, yeah?"
Kim Jin chuckled lightly, as if it weren't his problem. Jeong So-yeon instantly saw the mockery and ground her teeth.
"How can a person... hngk, say that..."
"Jeong So-yeon, this is all on you. Karma, plain and simple."
"I didn't do anything wrong... nothing..."
"Criminals all say that. I was gonna call off the onahole fab and restore you if you showed remorse... but with that attitude? No can do."
"Wha...?"
Kim Jin shook his head and turned away.
"Wait! Hold on! Please!"
"What?"
"I was wrong! I'll repent! I am repenting!"
"Oh yeah?"
"Yes!!"
Jeong So-yeon sincerely repented, begging forgiveness. She shoved aside any thoughts of injustice. If it meant canceling the onahole process... reattaching her lost limbs, returning to her old life... she'd forget it all, live quietly like a mouse.
Please. Just one more chance...
"Alright. Let's see how sorry you really are."
"Wha...?"
Kim Jin returned, unbuckled his belt, and dropped his pants to his knees. He stripped off his underwear boldly, gripped his rock-hard cock pointing skyward, and dangled it over her face.
Thwack, thwack—
"Urgh..."
The musky cock slapped her nose.
"Jeong So-yeon, atone for your sins with some service. Do it right, and you're forgiven."
"Hngk..."
No choice. Jeong So-yeon stared at the throbbing cock and parted her lips softly.
"I... stole classified intel from the National Shared Property Facility as a spy... hngk, so I was sentenced to death and turned into an onahole... I admit my wrongs, I deeply repent, so please forgive me just once..."
"Well said. Now service me."
Pursing her lips, Jeong So-yeon planted a deep kiss on the shaft. She stuck out her tongue, lapping at it like a cat, then opened wide with a tearful face—offering her mouth-pussy freely.
"Good girl, Jeong So-yeon. Excellent service spirit."
"Urk!"
Without hesitation, Kim Jin rammed his cock root-deep into her mouth. The outline bulged clearly through her skin as it stretched her throat.
Grabbing her tits like handles, he pistoned his hips wildly, chasing release.
"Ghek! Kuhk! Urk! Kughk!!"
Jeong So-yeon squeezed her eyes shut, swallowing vomit. Thick saliva drooled from the seal around his cock, smearing her face. Even as he used her mouth-pussy, untouched arousal flooded from her pussy, sending her into orgasm after orgasm.
"Kerheok! Kuhrrk!!"
Kim Jin blasted his load deep in her mouth. The fishy scent refluxed through her nose.
"Kuuk! Kuhk!"
"Don't swallow. Hold it."
His obsessive demand... Kim Jin checked the cum pooling in her mouth and smirked.
"Swallow."
"Ulp..."
Gulp— Like choking down snot. Barely forcing it down, Jeong So-yeon gaped her mouth to prove it.
"Good job. Perfect."
Kim Jin stroked her obedient head in praise. Thinking herself forgiven, Jeong So-yeon beamed back.
"So then..."
Pulling up his pants, Kim Jin turned and waved as he left.
"Start the fabrication."
"Yes."
"Eh...? W-wait—"
She tried to scream... but a gag was instantly shoved in her mouth.
"Mmmph! Mmph!"
Unable to speak, Jeong So-yeon entered the final stage of onahole fabrication.