A simple task with good pay that anyone could do. That was the kind of job given to someone like me, with no special skills or talents.
A bare concrete room. This is my workplace. In the center of the room, a girl is restrained on a birthing chair.
Treason. That is the crime for which the girl seated here has been charged. A law created to reduce the population amid food shortages, enabling the government to execute citizens one after another. Girls are particularly targeted, and whether they are truly guilty or not doesn’t matter. I activated the recording camera. The execution will be documented. This footage will be broadcast to help relieve the stress of starving citizens.
Talking to the girl is also part of the recording process. However, since there’s still some time before the execution, it’s mostly just a way to kill time. The girl’s name is Himari. Her hobbies include reading, social media, and gaming—exactly the kinds of activities that make someone a prime target for population reduction. She must have been hiding for a long time, trying to evade the government’s surveillance. The proof? Her stomach is abnormally swollen.
“Ugh… ugh…” When I touched her stomach, it felt lumpy. It was filled with waste and gas. Severe constipation. This is common for girls who have been hiding in cramped spaces for long periods. The government raids homes daily, and as the pressure mounts, people become mentally cornered. Eventually, they hide in places like closets, unable to come out. They even start holding in their bathroom needs, causing waste to accumulate in their stomachs and leading to constipation. However, the contents of her stomach aren’t always just waste. “Burp!?” When I pressed lightly on Himari’s upper stomach, she let out a small burp. When food lingers in the intestines, it undergoes abnormal fermentation, generating gas. Normally, this gas would be expelled along with waste, but due to constipation, it continues to build up in the stomach. As the intestines fill with gas, the belly swells even more. By the time the government finds them, they often look almost identical to pregnant women. But in reality… The government was waiting all along for their stomachs to fill with gas.
Now, it’s time for the execution. Squeeze!! Tighten!! “Ugh… aaagh!!” I tightened a thin belt around Himari’s underbust. This ensures that nothing can escape from her mouth. Next, I released her restraints and guided her to stand in front of a particular device. Clank!! When the device’s door opened, a bed was revealed inside. I instructed her to lie down, and she obediently complied. “Haah… haah… ugh…” As she lay on her back, her swollen stomach stretched uncomfortably, causing her visible pain. However, what’s coming next will be even worse. Clank!! I closed the door of the device. Himari looked at me anxiously through the small window. I selected “Sequence 1” on the control panel, and a green light illuminated. Hissssss… The sound of the device activating echoed through the room. “Guh… ugh!?” Suddenly, Himari clutched her stomach with both hands. It seemed excruciatingly painful as she curled up on the bed, groaning in agony. The device I had just activated is known as a low-pressure chamber. Originally, it was designed to replicate the low-pressure conditions of places like the summit of Mount Everest, allowing users to experience such an environment. The program I selected gradually lowers the air pressure inside the chamber. As the surrounding pressure decreases, the gas inside Himari’s body begins to expand. It’s the same principle as a bag of potato chips swelling at high altitudes.
Bang! Bang! Bang, bang, bang!! “Help, help me… no, noooo!!!” The sound of frantic pounding echoed as she banged on the door. But the steel door wouldn’t budge—not from the strength of a girl’s fists. Slowly, Himari’s abdomen began to swell further. As I mentioned earlier, the government waits for the stomach to fill with gas—for this exact reason. While medication is effective, it has one significant drawback: it’s costly. Instead, by allowing the stomach to accumulate gas and then placing the subject into the low-pressure chamber, the process becomes almost cost-free. Moreover, it significantly reduces my cleanup time. Hissssss… “Gahh… guhh… it hurts, please, help meee!!” Her stomach continued to expand, now approaching the size of a pregnant woman in her final term. She tried to vomit, but the belt around her midsection ensured that only drool escaped her mouth. As for her lower body, nothing has been done to block her backside, but her own waste has effectively created a natural seal. Occasionally, the abdominal pressure forces everything out at once, but in such cases, we simply revert to using the medication as before.
Hissssss… “Hah… hah… ugh… hah… hah…” Himari stopped resisting and fell silent. Leaning against the door, she relaxed her body and took deep breaths. Remaining still was easier for her, as moving around would put additional strain on her swollen stomach. On a side note, when using a low-pressure chamber, the entire abdomen expands uniformly. Unlike medication, which causes uneven swelling, the intestines inflate evenly throughout the body. Himari’s stomach had also swelled symmetrically, both vertically and horizontally, resembling a large balloon. Hissssss… “Hah… kah… hah… s-stop… please…” The pressure was nearing the same level as the summit of Mount Everest. Himari’s abdominal surface began to show uneven bulges. Her intestines, now grossly swollen, were pressing outward, becoming visible beneath the skin. For smaller girls, their stomachs typically rupture at this level of pressure. However, since Himari’s body is about the same size as mine, I’ll need to lower the pressure a bit further.
Hissssss… Thud… thud, thud… “Ugh… it’s… hard to breathe… ahhh!!” Himari weakly pounded on the door. The air was becoming thinner, and she was starting to struggle for breath. However, since she wasn’t exerting herself, it hadn’t yet reached the point of full oxygen deprivation. Pfft… crack… crackle, crackle… squelch! A small amount of waste emerged from her rear. As abdominal pressure increases, waste is expelled involuntarily, regardless of her will. The waste was almost completely dry, forming hard, pebble-like clumps. It seemed she hadn’t defecated for at least a month. She must have been so terrified of being discovered by the government that she avoided any risk of being found. It’s not something I’d want to think about, but her intestines are likely packed tightly with these.
Whew!!! Squish… squish squish!!! “It hurts… it hurts…” The surface of Himari’s stomach has torn. The skin on her stomach is no longer stretchy. The countdown is over. I opened the glove port and reached my hand into the low-pressure chamber. Uh… stop, thank you… I grabbed Himari’s arm and pulled her towards me. Unlike medication, using a low-pressure chamber causes prolonged pain. If she struggles too much, it will be difficult for me to clean up and above all, Himari will continue to be in pain. I will do my best to ease her pain, even if just a little. snapsnap!!! “Higghhh!!” Hikari’s lower abdomen split a little, sending a small amount of blood and yellow fat flying everywhere. Her body convulsed violently. I grabbed onto Hikari’s arm tightly to stop her from letting go. Snap!!! Snap* snap!!! “Haa, haa, no… aaahhh!!” Her lower abdomen split a little again, and blood spurted out. When using a low-pressure chamber like this, the stomach splits little by little. I’ve tried it on several girls, and it’s rare for them to lose consciousness. They’ll continue screaming until they lose blood or their internal organs spill out and they fail. “Haa, haa, huh…?” I put an eye mask on Hikari. Surprisingly, just blocking her vision has a good chance of calming her down. Snap* snapsnap!!! “Guuu!! Gahaaaahh!!” Hikari’s lower abdomen split a little again. Her plump pink intestines are visible through the wound in her stomach. “Higiiiiii!!” I do my best to hold down Himari, who is struggling violently. It seems the eye mask alone wasn’t enough. She has incredible strength, hard to believe for a girl. The power of superhuman strength in an emergency is nothing to be underestimated. I’ve even been pushed over the head by a smaller woman before.
Splat, splat! Brrrrrr!!! “Ouch!” Finally, pushed by the internal pressure, her intestines pop out of her stomach. They’re filled with gas and look like balloons for balloon art. I grab the intestines with my hands to protect them so as not to damage them. They’re warm and twitch, so to be honest it’s very gross. I can’t believe that this is inside my stomach too. Splat! Brrrr!!! Splat, splat! Brrrrrr!!! “Uuuu!! Gaaaahhhh!!” Pushed by the internal pressure, her intestines keep coming out. There’s already enough of them to hold in both hands. As her stomach gets smaller and the internal pressure starts to drop, it finally stops. “Uuuu…” Hikaru’s stomach feels lighter and her body relaxes. It’s okay to take off the eye mask now. I removed the eye mask from Himari’s face. “Ah, ah… my, intestines… uuuh…” This is generally how a girl reacts when she sees her own intestines for the first time. Her stomach was torn vertically down to a length of about 30cm. For some reason, I am supporting the organs that have protruded from her stomach with both hands. Himari is bleeding badly and doesn’t have much time left. I hold her intestines, which are twitching vigorously, and wait for her to pass away. “Uuu… uuh…” Her eyes become glassy and she feels like she is about to stop breathing. No matter how painful the girl’s expression at this point, her face returns to a gentle one in the end. Her intestinal movements slow down in line with Himari’s condition. “…” Execution complete. My hands are still twitching and spasming, but this will soon subside. Crash!! I placed the pile of intestines on Himari’s stomach and opened the door to the low-pressure chamber. It’s a little bloody, but the smell is calmer than I thought it would be. It was worth holding and protecting the intestines. Previously, the large intestine ruptured, causing feces to fly everywhere, and it was a terrible sight. Since then, I have made sure to protect the girl’s internal organs to avoid damage. Now, I push the protruding intestines back into the stomach and close the wound. I proceed carefully, so as not to push too hard and cause the intestines to explode, releasing gas and excrement. If I fail, all my hard work will be for nothing. Once that’s done, I clean the chamber and stuff Himari into a black bag. That’s it for today’s work. Thank you for your hard work.
