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Female Vignette


Produced 2008 by Alex Streuth
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A female body goes through three stages in its lifecycle:
The first stage is t hat of the Birth, where the infant is brought from her embryonic state and given life under the careful surgery of male hands.  This happens when the female body reaches eighteen years of age.  Prior to this stage the female body has been in development in an artificial womb; carefully sheltered from the harshness of the outside world it is grown to be perfectly infantilized and tranquil.

Birth

 The female body lies on the table, warm and unresponsive.

A tube runs from the side of the table down into the mouth of the female.

A man's hand roughly pulls a tooth out of the female mouth.  A moment later, the man's hand pulls another tooth out.

The female scalp had already been denuded and depilated.  The head is being fitted for a rubber harness.

The breasts are swollen and extruded, filled with large silicone implants.  Fresh scars pulse angrily from the flesh.  Black stitching pokes out from the recently sealed wounds.

The nipples on the breasts are stretched flat from overfilling.  A gallon of silicone has been pumped into each of the breasts.

The man finishes removing the last of the teeth.   The tube sucks up the remaining gunk from the back of the mouth and is then taken out.

Lower down, superfluous trappings of the female excretory system are being removed.  Considered unsightly, the labia is being trimmed, as well as the clitoris.  The cuts are carefully cauterized and the deft hands of a male surgeon begin stitching the remaining inner labia to each other.

This completes the initial cosmetic surgery.

--

The female awakes, gaining consciousness outside the womb for the first time.

The female head is held tightly in metal clamps.  Hooks wrap around from behind the head, jamming into the nostrils, pulling them open.  Similar hooks wrap around from behind the head on either side to pull delicately at the eye sockets.   A high-pitched mewling, steady and insistent, pours forth from the female mouth.

The eyes stare, teary-eyed, as the men operate, darting back and forth, taking in the surgical gowns and masks.  The men ignore the eyes and focus on the mouth and nose.  A dental speculum holds the female mouth wide open.

One man begins excavating the female sinuses.  Before he is done the nose and sinuses will be removed, leaving only a triangular void above the mouth that is the sinus cavity.  The screams coming from the mouth become more fervent and desperate.

The upper lip is cut in the middle, and the upper gums are steadily removed.  The skin above the mouth is cut away, leaving a large triangular void in the center of the female face.

To plump up and give structure to the area a long snake of saline-filled inner tube is added as a liner.  Deftly inserted first into the lower lip it is pushed up to exit out the middle of the top lip, which had been cut earlier.

The female mouth is now lined with thick saline tubing, plumping it into a very round shape.  The middle of the top lip is split, and the inner tube is extruded out, so that the slack which the men are holding eventually fills and lines out the rest of the space.

The area where the nose had been is now also padded by the saline tube.  Bright pink rubber is laid down overtop of the cavity, blending the contours of the cheekbones down to form a smooth, pleasant triangular dip in the center of the face.

The female jaw muscle is cut and the jaw goes slack.  The space widens as activity continues, many male hands further smooth out the area.  One man tests the seat by putting his buttocks on it, testing the contour.  He nods, satisfied.

When the men are done black rubber is pulled down onto the smooth crown of the female head.  The eyes are hidden behind thick rubber, the ears are also covered.  The mask covers the head completely, but leaves the mouth exposed, so that the bright pink interior contrasts sharply with the black exterior.

--

The female body gains consciousness.  It lies still.  The mouth is open, exposed, gaping.

Examining the pink rubber closer reveals that the 'tongue' is actually pink urinal cake.

A man approaches, his hard, erect member already sighing as it nears its goal.  The female is unable to detect his approach:  The mouth drools obligingly, oblivious to the nearby intruder.  Relaxing, the man's penis softens, still twitching somewhat before breathlessly releasing its contents directly into the female mouth.

Hot urine propels inward and downard, penetrating the female face.  The flow hits the top of the triangle, the indent where the nose used to be, playing upon the bright rubber and sliding down to where the lips used to be.  The yellow liquid slips past the tongue to enter the head.

The female knows not what to make of this, but with no tongue, and with the urinal cake neutralizing much of the acidity, it swallows the water.  Everything about the newly repurpsosed female face suggests entry, inward flow.  The rubber is shaped to allow a smooth flow of entry down and around into the mouth from the sides.

The female is ready to go out into male society.



The second stage in the life of a female is that of Service.  The form of service can be as varied and complex as the form the female may be given.  One thing remains the same, the female has been shaped and given value by male hands, and now it is time for the female to give back.


Service

A pair of panties obscure the female face.  Demurely strapped across the lower portion of the face they hide the gaping maw beneath.

A man nearby, wishing to take his relief, approaches the woman, which has been in service for several weeks now.  At first it had been unsure of what to make of it when a man approached, and demure.  But now, aware of what is to come next, its keening increases.  The female's unseen eyes clench with dread as his weight deposits itself on the female face.  Chiding himself the man lifts up momentarily and pulls the panties to one side.

Sighing, he emits the remains of the day into the female mouth, waiting politely for it to pass beyond until sitting up and cleaning himself.  He disposes of the material and sprays the female face with a scented antiseptic, then replaces the pair of panties and walks back to his table.

The female stomach groans under the strain of containing its meal.  A short while later the intestines accept the new contents and began extracting female nutrients.  The female body processes the fuel and replenishes.

What passes out from the man goes into the female, and becomes her food.

--

As a new man is approaching the female bowels move, filling the female repository below.  The upper half of the female body, politely positioned to keep it hidden respectfully, is at odds from the lower half of the female.  While the upper half is curtained off, and the business portion of the female face hidden behind panties, the lower half is on full display.

The female intestines are not hidden behind skin but are instead inside of a clear plastic bubble which houses all of the lower workings of the body.  The liver and kidneys function on display, as well as the intestines and colon, and their associated arteries and tubes.  As the man approaches to relieve himself he is greeted by the sight of the female body working to evacuate itself.

Undaunted by this commonplace sight the man ignores what the female anus is expelling and continues towards the business end of the female.  Moving the panties aside from the complaining face he positions himself to use it.  He has brought a magazine with him, as he has eaten a lot of meat.  After he sits down he draws the curtain around himself, so that he is hidden away with the upper half of the female body.  He rests his knees on the padded chest cushions provided and carefully slides his pants down and then moves his ass so that it fits firmly into the open triangle beneath him.

The man spends a long time reading while the female beneath him squrims and protests feebly.  The female mouth has no choice but to listen to the male sermon and accept it.  There follows a long conversation between male sphincter and female gullet.  The female is overpowered and weakly admits defeat.

The female swallows repeatedly.

The man reads the magazine and the woman ingests what he gives her.  He is there for a long while, even after he finishes, luxuriating in the feeling of the humble female mouth beneat him.

After he is done the man cleans himself and then spritzes the female face with the scented antiseptic.  He replaces the panties and opens the curtain, closing it again before returning to his table.

--

The female inner working writhe and pulsate as the male waste passes through the stomach into the digestion.  Having no control over itself the female suffers politely while its lower parts perform a show for any passing guest:

The female body works to digest its new meal, this time slower than before.  The heart beats, setting the pace for the rest of the workings.  The stomach acids break the food down before letting it enter the intestines, which work to extract nutrients from the soft masses.  The exposed processes are on full view inside their sterile plastic housing.

A young child, entering the restaurant with his father, approaches the toy, watching as a mass from the intestines enters the colon.  The top half of the female is obscured from his sight behind the curtain, such material considered obscene for public viewing, especially to minors, but the portion on display, the open lower inner workings, is a commonplace sight in many public places.

One used for amusement purposes.

The boy thinks females are funny and amusing in their antics, and approaches the plastic to watch.  He has never seen a female face, or used a woman, but he is familiar with the female 'octopus.'  He can identify its many arms and knows by sight its 'mouth' and, by observing the mouth, its moods.  He knows alot about females, but only what his father has said about them, and from observing their octopusses behind plastic.

The father knows that watching the female process is a good way for his son to familiarize himself with the female species.  The father puts his name down on the restaurant's waiting list and sits down to wait, letting his son get to know the female nearby.  His son observes the female specimen, the spectacle of its sphincter opening and closing and its intestines moving, with a mixture of disgust and fascination.

The female is alert and excited, its mouth is emitting a large mass of excrement.  The boy attempts to communicate with the female, waving to it while his face is pressed hard against the glass in rapt attention.

He interprets the plops and soft graces of the sphincter contractions to be a form of greeting, and he smiles in return.

After the female cycle quiets down the son returns to his father.  He has just witnessed the miracle of birth, the female anus had opened after the rest of the body had been working hard to produce the final result, the end product of female existence; a stream of female expectorant had come out.

“Daddy, daddy, I saw the thingie make woman!”  The father smiles at his son, proud of him.

“That's great son, if you watch it some more you might be able to see it make another.”

“I don't think I want to daddy.”

“Why is that son?”

“It was kinda yucky, daddy.”

“Well, all women are son, but we just learn to live with it.”

“Why daddy?”  The father thinks about this.  He doesn't really have a good answer.

“I don't know son, that's just the way it is.  That's the way it was when I was your age, and that's the way it is now.”

“Okay daddy.”

The son sits on the bench beside his father for a few minutes, and then, his curiosity getting the better of him, he gets up and approaches the female creature again.  The woman that had come out of its anus had fallen into the female repository below.  He watches it for some time but nothing spectacular happens, it just pulses with hidden life and occasionally emits a small amount of liquid or gas.

Walking back over his father he laments that the thing seems to have gone to sleep.

“Well son, it doesn't make woman unless a man feeds it first.  It doesn't do anything unless a man puts something into it.”  That makes sense to the boy, his face lights up.

“Oh, I get it, it needs us to help.  It can't do anything without us.”

“That's right son, here, watch now, that man looks like he's getting up to use it.  Now don't be rude, wait until he's done to watch.”

The boy watches anyway, anxious to see what will happen.  The man approaches holding a comic book under his arm.  He moves towards the front of the woman, towards the back of the space, and then vanishes as he draws the curtain around him.

The plastic, pulsing, portion of the female is still on display though, and the boy watches it with rapt attention, wanting to know what would happen after the man fed it.

--

Their name has just been called when it happens.  His dad is trying to get him to come with him to the table but he wants to watch it, something is happening!  His father sighs and lets him go, not wanting to interfere with his son when he has girls on his mind.

“I'll be at the table.  You come join me when you're done here, ok?”

“Sure thing dad, just let me watch.”  The boy has his face pressed up against the plastic, his hands cupped around his head.

The female inside the plastic was pulsing, and something was moving through it.  It was a mass, slightly brownish in color it looked like, but it could just as easily have been clear, as everything about the female seemed brown or of a brownish hue.

“Woah,” the boy said, watching as the whole affair seemed to sort of 'jump' a bit, and then, as if by magic, perhaps with a push of some unseen muscle, the sphincter opened up and...

He was watching it closely this time, and was both, again, mesmerized by it and repulsed.  The thing inside the plastic gave birth to a woman again!  'Plop,' it promptly fell down into the female repository below.

“Ewww, cool,” the boy said.  The whole process had been sealed hermetically behind the plastic, so the only sense he observed the event with was sight.  No sound or smell had escaped.  There was a hatch to the side that could be used to access the inside of the environment but it was marked 'Maintainence Only.'

This time the boy couldn't resist.  He lifts the hatch, but only for a moment, the offensive smell that reaches him makes him drop it right away in disgust.  “So that's why its kept behind plastic.”

A man nearby says, “Women are to be seen and not heard or smelt, boy.”  The boy nods, but he is overcome with revulsion.

He feels like he is going to be sick.  He watches the female inside the plastic for a moment more, this time in utter disgust, and then runs away to his father's table.

“Dad, dad it was horrible.”

His father watches him, sympathetically.  Nodding as his son describes the sensation of being near the woman for a moment.

“I know son, it is gross, that's why you must respect the work that the Maintainence men do, they make a noble sacrifice by doing what none of the rest of us want to do, interacting with the females.”

“Gah, yeah dad, but oh man it was...  I don't know if I can eat.”

His father nodded again.  “If you're not hungry that's alright son, just take your time.  Catch your breath.  I know they're gross, and I know you're curious, but you have all the time in the world to get to know about females when you want to.”

His son was clutching his stomach.  “I feel like I might be sick.”

“I know, I've told you...  Why do you think we keep them sealed off?”

“Yeah, you're right, gah.  I guess I'll be okay.”

“Well better be safe, look,” his father motioned back over to the female.  “No one's using it, I'll take you over there and it'll be okay.”

“Gee are you sure dad?”  The young one's nausea temporarily tempered by the fear he was experiencing.  Using his first woman?!  Was he really ready?  Could he do it..?  His dad thought he was ready to so he had to try.

The two got up and approached the female again.  The son, who had been doing a decent enough job of keeping his lunch in, half-retched at the close-up sight of the female.  The nearness of the thing made his stomach curl.

His father could see the look on his son's face, so he helped him up, behind the curtain.  “Ordinarily boys aren't supposed to use them, but, I'm supervising so its okay.”  His father helped his son up, so that he was facing forwards towards the female face, the boy's knees on the rubber-covered female breasts.

“Just lean forward, here, let me get the curtain so you have some privacy.”  His father helped his son up some more, so that he was comfortably sitting on the female body, the boy's hands at either side of the female face, his own sick looking face positioned just above the female one.

The panties were slid aside and the curtain was drawn.  His father waited for several minutes and then heard his son retch.  It was followed by spitting and then some more retching.  After a little while the boy emerged, looking much better.  He had cleaned himself up.

“Did you spritz it with the...”  His son nodded.  “And did you replace the panties afterwards.”  He looked in to see that his son had.  He closed the curtain, wrapping an arm around his son.

“Do you feel better now?”

“Yeah, ugh, yeah I do.  Thanks dad, I feel much better now.”

His father smiled down at him.  “I'm very proud of you son.  It takes guts to get right up next to a female like that.”  Some of the guests waiting to get a table seemed to be following the conversation.

“My son here just used his first female.”  The father said, proudly.  There was attention from the patrons.

The son grimaced, remembering what it had been like.  He had felt sick, and then the thought that he was that close to the female, right up next to it, was looking down into it...  He had thrown up into the hole, it was such a disgusting thought, being so close to it.

And then he had spit, the taste of the vomit still lingering.  He had to close his eyes so as not to look right down into the female...  but he peeked—the female woke, choking and gagging, its mouth attempting to spit back—and he had to throw up into it again; this time into its reluctantly swallowing mouth.

But it was over now...  And he had done it, he had been brave and he had done it.  He had used his first woman.

His father looked right down at him with pride and told him, “You're not a boy anymore son, today you're a man.”

His father's arm was around him and he was being congratulated by the others.   They were applauding him.

And he smiled.  It had been rough but he had done it.  Today he was a man.

--

The owner came out, news of the event had reached him.

“Is it true my boy, this is your first time using a woman?”  He looked down at the youngster with amused appreciation in his eyes.

“Yes sir,” the boy said, with nervous pride in his.

“Then let me tell you.  This female has been in service now for long enough and needs to be replaced.  Later today I was going to flush it and put in a new one.  But you be my guest, do the honor.”

He handed the boy a key and pointed at the maintainence hatch.  He made a motion with his empty hand, as though turning the key.  The boy nodded.

He approached the female intrepidly.  He was a man now, he would not be afraid.  Nevertheless, he was glad that it was going to be flushed, so that he would not have to be near it for long.

Lifting the maintainence hatch he was again affronted by the escaping female smells.  He reached in and found that there was a keyhole for the key.  Inserting it caused the housing the female was stored in to rock gently, as though loosening.  As if sensing the impending flush the female objected by voicing its dissent.  A disgusting mess oozed out of its fleshy protuberance, the colon and sphincter flaying wildly under the pressure of its soft, liquid occupant.

The boy's earlier use of the female had reached the terminus of its body and was being dropped into the female receptacle.

Undeterred, the boy turned the key sharply, setting in motion events which would flush the housing's occupant.  A blue liquid gel flooded the chamber, and the flooring beneath the female opened up.  A loud wooshing sound started as vacuum suction activated, drawing the female down, gripping and sucking all of the dangling extremeties into the opening hole.

With a slow, sinking motion the lower end of the female, all of the exposed tangled mass of organs, intestines, and arteries, pulsing still, were drawn down into the depths.  The upper portion was soon after, eyes wide and pleading under the mask, a horror-struck expression on the face hidden from view.  It was not long before the lower half was gone completely, doomed to join whatever lay in the female receptacle below.

The upper half, meanwhile, seemed stuck.

“Turn it again boy.”  The owner said.  “Sometimes it needs another flush.”

The boy nodded, averting his gaze in embarrassment like some of the others in the crowd, avoiding having to look at the offensive public view of the female's upper body.  It was considered taboo for a female's face to be uncovered in public, and the boy was blushing as the panties slipped slightly down the face, exposing some of the pink to the crowd.  It was very awkward for those assembled and watching.  They all hoped it would flush soon.

He turned the key, hard, hoping it would flush and be gone already.

The blue liquid flooded the plastic again, and the female sank lower, sucked slowly down until just the top of the torso remained, and then, slick with blue gel, it slowly slipped down, until even the head was gone as well.

A loud slurp and then only the soft sounds of liquid refilling in a hidden basin...  and then all was quiet and the chamber was empty.

The hole closed, and, as the key was removed, locked solidly again into place.  A Maintainence man was already spraying the area where the female had been with disinfectant.

“Good job my boy, we'll have another one in there shortly to take its place.”  The boy grimaced at the though.  “A fresh one,” the owner added, and the boy relaxed, somewhat.  The owner fetched the key back and began patting the boy on the back, posing for a photo-op.

His father smiled down at him, he had done well.  He could see a writhing object being carried in from the side, its upper half veiled.

It didn't take long for the new female to be put into place, with only a minimum of fuss.  A few minor adjustments were made and then it was ready for use.  A few tubes were connected and then it awoke.

Watching it, in fascination again, as it stirred, the boy was amazed by the female's many floral aspects.  The tubes and loops of its intestine stretched around the plastic, filling it slowly as blood flowed into capillaries and the 'creature' awoke.

Seeming to stretch its muscles as though waking after a long sleep, the sphincter opened briefly, so that the boy thought he saw sentience for a moment, but then it was gone in a flash, closing again.

A few minutes later and it was as he remembered it, all was brown and sluggish, with small amounts of liquid and gas escaping the female from time to time.  A normally active healthy young woman.

“Dad?”  The boy asked, as they paid their check and headed out.  “Where do they go when we flush them?”

“Mmmm?”  The father started, surprised by the theological question.  He thought for a moment, then smiled, turning his gaze down to his son, “Why, to be reborn of course.  When a man dies his spirit moves on, but when a female dies there is no spirit; the body returns to the earth where it is turned into another female, ready to be born again.”

His son nodded back, satisfied.  "So when we feed them, we are helping them to grow?"

"Yes son, we are giving them the 'woman' inside ourselves, releasing it from our bowels and giving it to them that they may renew themselves.  When a female is flushed it is sent to a place where it can join with others to become a new woman."

"But, why are women even around Dad?"

"They're part of the natural cycle son.  We give them our waste and they use it to replenish and renew.  When they are born they serve no useful purpose, but man, in his mercy, helps them to realize an existance where they benefit man in some shape or another, and thus we allow them to live as part of our society."

His son nodded.  "So they don't really die?  They just enter new bodies?"  His father nodded in agreement.


 The third and final phase in the life of a female is that of Reincarnation .  When the female reaches the end of its useful lifecycle man grants it entry into a new body.


Reincarnation

Down below the restaurant, the flushed female struggles uselessly with its bonds.  A sharp keening emits softly from its mouth, unheard by those above, as it sinks slowly further and further into the semi-solid mush about it.  It is dark.  It feels like it wants to vomit.  The female is nauseas, and panicking.

The pulsating, opening and closing body sinks further and is filled by the brown ooze.  The midriff is exposed, the organs deluged.

The slop enters its stomach from underneath, filling it from the wrong direction, but filled it nonetheless.  The mouth retches, uselessly.

The upper body sort of half floats in the mess...

After awhile more mass and liquid enters the receptacle from above, and the new company causes the female disquiet, its freshness bringing about a new round of overpowering disgust.

It tried to argue with its surroundings, but succeeded in only sinking further.  It wanted to vomit, to spit, to expel, but the design of its face allowed only entry, and each movement brought about new intrusion of its head.

Eventually sleep became possible, relying on the natural buoyancy of its chest.  It was alone in the dark, surrounded by the bodies of dead women and other human waste.  Unconsicousness went from a choice to a forced condition, and then it expired.

--

When the chamber had become almost filled with excrement a motor awoke, responding to a scheduled maintainence request.

A violent sucking motion forced the deceased female along with most of the rest of the floating mess through to an adjacent chamber.

With an efficiency of processing and purification whatever could be salvaged was fed up through to tubes to join the embryonic bath of a developing female.
--

The pulp of the female's tits and ladybits are ground up and juiced along with extracted residual nutrients from the 'food' that shares the space.  A liquid mush is pressurized up through a narrow tube, in a rythm resembling heartbeats, to expel out into the sealed and homeostatic artificial womb.

The juice fills a bottle from which the young thing sucks, its body growing to fullness in undisturbed slumber, the promise of a new birth on the horizon, the fulfillment of man's promise to woman.


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© 2008 Alex Streuth All Rights Reserved.
Content is for entertainment purposes only, for adults only.  Any resemblance to persons or entities real or imaginary is entirely coincidental .