Seo-eun
Where the monsoon had retreated, a heat wave flooded in.
Heat haze shimmered up from the asphalt, and outdoor air-conditioning units spun without pause, feeding the city's fever.
Even in daylight, the curtains stayed drawn at Seo-eun's apartment.
A single shaft of sun slipped between the thick blackout curtains, cutting through air thick with dancing dust motes until it touched the living-room floor.
A yoga mat lay spread in the middle of the room.
Seo-eun was sprawled facedown on top of it.
Cat pose.
At thirty-two weeks pregnant, her belly hung heavy, surrendered to gravity.
Her thin cotton dress was soaked through with sweat, clinging to the curve of her lower back and the swell of her hips.
Her face was buried in a towel on the mat; rough, measured breaths rose and fell.
It hurts… My back feels like it's going to snap.
She mumbled the words into the fabric.
But she did not push herself up.
Because the smartphone screen in her line of sight, just ahead of the mat, kept blinking.
Pelvic Floor Strength Training: Advanced Course
Hold position: 15 min elapsed / Target: 20 min
Maintain sphincter contraction at all times to prevent dislodgement of the currently inserted device.
Something foreign was lodged between Seo-eun's buttocks.
It had arrived two days earlier as a "Special Delivery for Distinguished Members."
The box labeled it a "Prenatal Therapy Relaxation Ball," but anyone looking at it would have recognized an anal plug.
Soft silicone, a rounded tip, and a flared, wing-shaped base to keep it from slipping free.
The first time she saw it, her hands had trembled.
I'm supposed to put this inside my body? Yet the enclosed manual had been so meticulously reasoned that it almost sounded medical.
Relief of rectal pressure. Hemorrhoid prevention. Enhanced awareness of the pelvic musculature.
And more than any of that, the sense of relief and pleasure she had felt every time she obeyed the application had already begun to dissolve her revulsion.
Now her anus clenched tightly around the foreign object.
With every inhale her belly expanded, trying to push the plug outward.
Each time, Seo-eun reflexively tightened her sphincter and swallowed it back in.
It can't come out. If it does, I have to start over from the beginning.
Sweat beaded on her forehead and dropped onto the mat, darkening the fabric.
The muscles of her hips quivered.
The fullness was heavy and unpleasant—and at the same time, strangely satisfying.
She carefully turned her head to check the phone screen.
A live feed showed her own rear end from behind, the camera streaming in real time.
The phone on its tripod was aimed squarely between her spread legs.
The hem of her dress had been hiked above her waist; her white panties were down around her knees.
Between the shamelessly exposed cleft of her buttocks, the pink silicone base was clearly visible.
Am I really looking at that? Or is someone else watching?
The thought drifted through her dazed mind.
On the screen her hips gleamed with sweat, and the muscles around her anus fluttered in tiny contractions and releases—almost as if they were breathing.
Sphincter relaxation detected. Tighten now.
The screen flashed red and an alarm blared.
Beep—beep—.
"Hah…!"
Seo-eun jolted and clenched hard.
The plug was sucked deeper with a soft, wet pull.
The sudden stimulation sent a sharp jolt of pleasure through her.
Her legs trembled. She bit down on the towel to stifle a moan.
I made a mistake. I can't get scolded. The points will drop.
Without her noticing, her way of thinking had been thoroughly trained.
The system's evaluation had climbed higher than pain or shame.
She lifted her hips higher still.
Her lower back hollowed into a deep S-curve.
The posture looked less like a pregnant woman's stretch and more like a female presenting herself to a male.
I set my coffee cup down and watched her through the monitor.
Her obedience was beautiful.
Exposing her most private places of her own accord, holding a foreign object inside her body, sweating and enduring.
She believed she was working for her health. In truth she was only training to clench and open her hole on my command.
I typed a message at the bottom of the screen.
Condition improving. Sphincter control excellent.
Additional instruction: In your current position, slowly rock your pelvis from side to side. Increases internal massage effect.
Seo-eun read the message.
Her pupils wavered for a moment.
Rock my hips? Looking like this?
But her body was already moving.
Left. Then right. Slowly.
The rounded head of the plug stirred her insides.
"Nngh…"
A nasal sound leaked around the towel clenched in her teeth.
There was no slap of flesh on flesh, but every time her sweat-slicked thighs brushed they made a soft, sticky sound.
She swayed her tailbone in little arcs and watched herself on the screen.
The pink silicone disappeared into the flesh of her buttocks and reappeared, over and over.
Arousal began to seep from her entrance as well, sliding down the inner thigh.
Even a woman without a prostate can take pleasure from rectal stimulation.
Especially when pregnancy has made every sense hypersensitive.
Right now she was confusing the urge to defecate with sexual pleasure.
And in that confusion, the only guide she had was mine—was the text on the screen.
Beyond the living-room window, Seoul's nightscape blurred and smeared.
The sticky heat of late-summer tropical nights clung to the glass.
The air conditioner had reached its set temperature and switched to fan mode; only the louvers nodded slowly up and down.
Seo-eun stood in the center of the living room, looking down at her own belly.
What she wore could barely be called clothing—more like scraps of fabric. A bikini.
Thin strings barely held the swollen flesh in place.
Eight months pregnant, two months from her due date, her full-term body was trapped inside a cow-print swimsuit.
Is this… really part of the care program?
The doubt rose out of habit, but four months of repeated training smothered it at once.
The application Sanctuary's explanations were, as always, crystal clear.
Advanced Course: Lactation Instinct Visualization Therapy
Objective: Eliminate primal resistance to breastfeeding and maximize mammary stimulation.
Attire: Special costume for reinforced brain programming via visual suggestion.
Seo-eun lifted her hands and cupped her breasts.
The bikini top was so small it barely covered her nipples.
Her swollen breasts strained against the black-spotted fabric, heavy and swaying.
Flesh from under her arms spilled over the strings; sweat glistened in her cleavage.
It was a ridiculous sight. No—obscene.
But she did not look away from her reflection.
By now she had formed the habit of studying her own body even without on-screen instructions.
"So heavy…"
A sigh mixed with the words that slipped from her lips.
She could not tell whether it was her belly, her breasts, or the foreign weight lodged between her legs.
Her vagina was packed full of a heavy silicone device.
The label had called it a "Cervical Relaxation Dilator, Type-J."
Seo-eun bent her knees slightly, then straightened, making the inner muscles of her thighs tremble.
A wet shift.
The device inside her scraped along her walls and resettled.
It was nothing like the smooth dildos sold in stores.
Thick veins stood out in raised relief along its surface, and the tip was blunt and massive, mushroom-shaped.
It had the living presence of a real man's cock cast in silicone.
"Ah…"
When she pressed her thighs together, the thick shaft filling her entrance became sharply clear.
Seo-eun frowned and bit her lower lip.
With every step the tip nudged her cervix.
Each time, a crackling current rose from below her navel.
She stood awkwardly in front of the tripod where the smartphone was mounted.
On the screen a full-term pregnant woman in a cow-print bikini stared back.
Her navel protruded, pushing against the thin fabric; the bikini bottom's strings had sunk into the flesh of her hips and vanished.
The scrap of cloth between her legs was so narrow that even a slight parting of the thighs threatened to let wet pubic hair slip free.
Maintain current posture: 10 min
Tilt your pelvis forward to increase contact of the internal dilator.
New text appeared on the screen.
In a daze, Seo-eun obeyed.
She arched her back and thrust her pelvis forward.
The so-called "belly-out" stance.
The angle of the device inside her shifted and drove deeper.
"Hngh…!"
Seo-eun's head tipped back.
The ridged surface of the toy crushed every fold of her vagina with merciless clarity.
As her uterus settled lower, the space inside tightened; under that pressure the device filled her completely, the way a real act of sex would.
It fits… my body perfectly.
She panted the thought.
Only a few months ago even a single finger had been a struggle.
Now she could stand upright while holding this thick, long instrument inside her.
No—emptiness felt worse. More uneasy.
As if she had recovered something she had lost, the solid pressure packing her vagina brought a strange sense of security.
Her gaze drifted to the ceiling, then dropped to the floor again.
Sweat slid along her jawline and fell onto her chest.
Even the sting of the cow-print bikini strings digging into her flesh was converting itself into part of the pleasure.
I am ONA-HOLE-2. An optimized mother.
The moment she repeated the code inwardly, a rush of fluid spilled between her legs.
The sticky liquid filled the gaps between the device and her walls, making soft, wet sounds.
The narrow scrap of bikini bottom was already soaked, darkened with moisture.
Supporting her heavy belly with both hands, Seo-eun eased her hips a fraction backward. The base of the device, caught at her entrance, slipped partly free—then the elastic pull of her body sucked it back in.
A wet squelch.
The moist noise rang through the silent living room.
Seo-eun's face flushed deep red. It was not shame. It was the sound that proved how thoroughly her body had adapted to this.
She stared at herself on the screen.
There stood a woman in a spotted bikini, filled to the brim with something no one could see.