{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"91bb2cc2-9555-4631-a44f-726952ac823a","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2026-02-18T18:55:49.721Z","updated":"2026-02-18T18:55:49.721Z","title":"Die Happy - Happy Ending (ASPEC)","slug":"die-happy-happy-ending-aspec","shortId":"5aWXeCes","authorNote":"Another Die Happy story, this time in a sexual suicide chamber.","disclaimer":"Not for the faint of heart","type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"A hunger is born in a young woman the hot sweaty night she lost her virginity. An irresistible hunger that drives her to the unthinkable.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"c6ba94ae-6f18-43d7-bb70-8de8f92c787e","title":"Die Happy - Happy Ending (ASPEC)","summary":"It was on a hot sweaty night in Georgia when my obsession was born.He laid back on the reclined seat","wordCount":4265,"readTime":21,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Die Happy - Happy Ending (ASPEC)","content":"

It was on a hot sweaty night in Georgia when my obsession was born.

He laid back on the reclined seat of his car, while I straddled him. He was black and hung and I was white and a virgin. My summer break project was to lose my virginity and my girlfriends told me black cock was the best.

Little did I know what that night would trigger inside me.

He knew I was a virgin because I told him and when he showed me his erect cock I almost panicked; it was as thick as my forearm and when I straddled him and nestled on his thighs, the head of his cock reached passed my belly button. I couldn't believe I could fit all that inside me.

I was wrong, and learning I was wrong was the most intense experience in my young life.

\"If you're going to lose that cherry, lose it big, darlin'.\" he said, laying on his back looking up at me, \"You do it yourself. You're in control. Ride me and take it deep. You won't believe how it feels once it's all the way inside that sweet soft belly.\"

\"My belly?\" I asked, my voice trembling as I held his hot cock in my hands.

\"Oh yeah. It's going to stretch you wide and deep. Just surrender and take it. Ease down on it, use your weight, darlin'.\"

So I did, and it was a penetration I never forgot.

I lifted myself and guided the head inside and felt myself stretch around it, then I slowly let my weight settle and felt it tatter my hymen and keep sliding inside. I was wet, so aroused by making out with him, whimpering, feeling it press deep as I lowered myself. It was stretching me as my belly swallowed it, stretching all the way up inside and when I felt it press hard against my cervix I still had a hand wrapped around its base; there was more to take.

My face was flushed and my skin slick with sweat and I could barely breathe in the hot car. I could feel my puckered nipples moving inside my sweat-soaked bra, and a growing hunger for more in my belly despite the pain. So I let go of my hand and felt the shuddering movement inside me as I inched downward. I felt his fat hard cock stretching me long inside; felt my labia and clit pulled up inside me as a painful orgasm flared hot and tight inside my belly. My pulsing pain was immense and my orgasm was violent. I cursed, I cried out, I whimpered and gasped and shook like I was having a seizure as my lower belly bloated tight around this man inside me.

Despite the pain I loved the tightness of my filled and stretched sex meat, and I imagined that cock was going to rip me wide open inside and slide up into my guts. I imagined it impaling me like a lollipop stick; excited by the growing pain in my belly that was pure pleasure. In the midst of it all I didn't care if it did impale me. I even tried to make it happen by pushing outward like a woman giving birth, trying to open my uterus to take it all the way up inside me. My uterus was clenching, making my belly pooch outward, sure his cock was about to rip me open and kill me and the thought made my orgasm explode in my belly.

It felt like hours, but watching the vid he made it was less than a minute from start to finish. Less than a minute to feel an ecstasy I never thought possible. Less than a minute of the most gutturally invasive thing I've ever felt before or since. Sure, I fucked other guys as big after him after that night, but none gave me the insane pleasure/pain his cock did that hot sweaty night.

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Since then I've wanted to feel that penetration again and tried in vain; cocks, dildos, even the fists of other girls didn't do it. How I could ever feel that deep tight penetration again I didn't know, but I wanted it so bad.

After years of sexual frustration I discovered Die Happy LLC; a legal euthanasia service, specializing in sexual assisted suicides. Their main offices and clinic is in Las Vegas where assisted sexual suicide is legal and there was talk of opening branches in other states that allowed assisted suicide.

I browsed Die Happy's menu and found options for asphyxia, evisceration, and felt a shudder in my belly when I saw the listing for impalement, 'anal or vaginal'. That's what I felt on that hot Georgia night; I'd been impaled on his long thick cock and was willing to die as I came. Die Happy could give me that feeling again.

Was dying a price I was willing to pay to feel that again?

Yes. Oh god, yes it was.

But I couldn't afford the trip to Las Vegas plus the high fee of an assisted sexual suicide in their clinic so I did the best I could, masturbating to the fantasy of being fucked by something thicker and deeper as I watched Die Happy's videos of willing girls being impaled, cumming and sicking-up. One girl's spit vibrated as she was lowered onto it by two helpers and imagining what that felt like sent cramps through my belly as I came.

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I imagined it was me as I watched those videos, even sitting on long fat dildos so I could feel that deep pressure again, but nothing came close. I didn't know how I could ever fulfill that insane, perverse hunger deep in my belly until Die Happy LLC announced their new suicide chambers and that one was planned for a park near my apartment.

I waited months for its arrival.

Their chambers were remote miniature clinics with programmable sex tools, and were called ASPEC; Automated Suicide Programmable Euthanasia Chamber. On their website I read everything about them ...

WELCOME

Welcome to ASPEC - as is your right, your sexual suicide is in your hands. Once you have read this disclosure and acknowledged that you understand you will proceed to our selection page to book and pay for your session.

SAFETY  - Inside the Chamber you will see a GREEN button on the lid of the chamber above you. To stop your session, push this button and all automatic processes will cease and any device inside your body will be withdrawn gently. ASPEC does not guarantee that injury sustained prior to pushing the GREEN button will be survivable.

Please note that when the button turns RED, you are past the point of return and the process you have chosen will be completed. Pushing the RED button at this point will simply speed the process up, ending your life sooner.

PHILOSOPHY  - You enter the ASPEC Chamber willingly and experience the end of life process you have chosen with the intensity you have selected. Some choose pleasure, some choose pain, some just want to sleep, yet others want an intense, overwhelming experience. Whatever choice you make is in your hands as you make your selections.

Once you have completed your suicide, your remains will be rendered to ash in the base of the chamber.

This chamber is soundproof, so you may be as vocal as you wish.

When the ASPEC was installed in a meadow of the wooded park in my city, I visited it. It was a sleek red and blue pod resting on a wide base. The day I arrived I saw a small crowd of other curious girls gathered around it.

As I approached I discovered that the ASPEC wasn't soundproof like it was advertised. From inside I could hear a woman crying out; \"Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh fucking god, yes!\" and loud thumps from her thrashing around inside.

\"Pretty hot, huh?\" a girl my age said as I stood there.

I worked up the courage to ask her; \"What's happening to her?\"

\"Her name is Pam and she chose a midline evisceration.\" the girl told me, \"Cunt to sternum.\"

\"CUMMING!\" came Pam's muffled voice accompanied by a wet gush and violent sicking-up.

\"Touch down!\" the girl laughed and the sounds slowly died from inside the chamber and so did Pam I assumed. A moment later I heard a mechanical servo sound and a wet plopping followed by the sound of flame. The girl bent and touched the ground beside the ASPEC.

\"Feel.\" she said, and bending down I rested my hand beside hers and felt the heat.

\"Cremated.\" the girl said.

\"Are you going inside?\"

\"Someday.\"

\"What will you choose? If you don't mind me asking.\"

\"Impalement. Not as intense as having your belly sliced open and your guts gushing out, but pretty wild all the same.\" the girl said nonchalantly, \"How about you?\"

\"Yeah. Impalement.\" I admitted.

\"I'm Chelsea, what's your name?\" the girl asked.

\"Jesse.\" I told her.

\"Good to meet you, Jesse.\"

I saved up and didn't pay this month's rent nor did I eat for two days after I booked my time in the ASPEC. I am weak and wobbly as I walk through the park to the meadow, drinking a large strawberry yoghurt.

The usual girls are gathered around the chamber and I've learned they call themselves 'Ghoul Girls' because of their lust listening to the girls final moments inside the ASPEC.

The hatch opens, meaning a girl has just been done, while another girl is stripping down before entering. Her hands are shaking and she's unsteady on her feet as she peels her panties down and drops them inside the ASPEC as I arrive amongst the Ghoul Girls.

\"What's she going for?\" I ask Chelsea.

\"Hi Jesse. Anal impalement.\" she says with excitement, \"Straight up the hoop and out her mouth.\"

Chelsea turns and looks at me with a smile; \"They puke a lot during impalements. Makes me horny knowing they're cumming while they empty their skewered bellies.\"

\"You like impalements?\"

\"Love them. They're my favourite.\"

\"You'll enjoy mine, then.\"

\"You're going inside today?\"

I looked at my watch; It was five minutes before my booked time.

\"I think I'm next.\" I say, finishing my yoghurt and tossing the container in a garbage bin.

Chelsea's eyes were wide as she turns to me, pressing the flat of her hand against my full belly.

\"Going to make it juicy.\" she says, \"That's so hot.\"

\"I don't like dry heaves.\" I say, then told her about losing my virginity so many years ago.

\"I want my last fuck to be my deepest fuck ever.\" I admit.

\"Oh baby, you're going to get it.\" Chelsea says with excitement, \"I can't wait to listen to you.\"

The naked girl has climbed into the ASPEC and the hatch closed as we are talking and now we could just hear a soft feminine voice muffled inside.

\"Is that her?\"

\"No, that's the ASPEC talking to her.\" Chelsea says moving closer, \"They do a male or female voice. Which did you choose?\"

\"I guess female.\" I say, \"The booking menu asked if a male or female companion would be the most comforting. I said female.\"

\"That's hot. Like getting fucked to death by a guy while your girlfriend cradles you.\"

I felt a shudder bubble up through my belly from crotch to gullet.

Yes, that will be hot

As we listen to the girl inside moaning then crying out in orgasm and finally gagging and sicking-up violently, I move to the entrance side of the hatch. I kick off my sneakers, peel down my socks, jeans, and underpants and wait. I leave my top on like I did in that car in Georgia.

After the chamber falls quiet and the girl's body flops into the cremation chamber, I feel the ground grow warmer under my bare feet. Then from inside the chamber comes the sound of water spraying and suction as it automatically cleans itself, getting ready for me.

Getting ready for me

I am trembling as the hatch opens and lifts and the smells of the chamber waft upward; I can smell the sourness of vomit; the musky aroma of aroused pussy; and the hormonal scent of an open rectum.

I punch in the code I was given when I registered and paid and from inside the chamber a soft feminine says; \"Welcome to your happy ending.\"

It hits me hard; I am going to die in there. Alone in the dimness of the ASPEC having the most perverse thing done to my body. But I can feel my pussy leaking and painting my inner thighs with girl cum; I can feel my belly so hungry for deep penetration; I can feel my stomach heavy with the yoghurt I drank knowing how it will taste mixed with blood as it comes back up.

I feel Chelsea's hand between my thighs and she slides a finger over my wet pussy then teases the dimple of my anus as she strokes it up the crease of my bum.

\"Have fun, girlfriend.\" Chelsea says, \"I'll knock when I think you're close.\"

\"...okay ...\" I whimper as I drop my sneakers, socks, jeans, and underpants into the disposal chute that drops them into the cremation chamber below. With trembling arms and weak legs I climb in and lay down on the padded reclined lounger within and the hatch lowers and seals. A square green light glows above me.

\"Welcome to the most intense experience of your life and your orgasmic happy ending.\" comes an AI female voice, \"As we begin, please relax and open your thighs.\"

I heard something begin vibrating below me as I spread my legs.

\"Reach down and guide your spit into your pussy. We will begin slowly and gently.\"

I reach down and find the spit slowly moving toward my crotch. It has a sharp tip and is warm and slick, and as I guide it I feel the fat lobes along its length that I'd asked for.

\"That's perfect.\" the voice says as it slowly sinks into my pussy, the vibrations awakening my clit and loosening my flesh.

\"Deeper now.\" the voice tells me as the spit pushes deeper, filling my pussy from labia to cervix.

\"Now using your hips and pelvis, align to tip with your cervix.\"

\"It's there.\" I gasp, feeling the tip sink into the tight pucker of my cervix.

\"That's good. And now we'll begin. Please remain still until the green light turns red, then you can move all you want.\"

I feel the pressure low in my belly and with it the memories of losing my virginity. I feel an orgasm building already as it presses deeper and deeper, opening the back door to my belly.

“... oh god ... oh god, yes ... oh god, yes ...” I gasp as the opening to my uterus surrenders to the pressure of the lobed spit, I feel the first thick lobe forced through it, plopping inside; one second stretching my cervix and it too is swallowed by my uterus. The next four follow slowly, my cervix gulping them one after the other, swallowing them inside my uterus to fuel my orgasms.

The weakness in my pelvis grows and my thighs tremble as I flop them open and closed. The chamber is relentless, and is fucking me now - bump-bump-bump-bump in and bump-bump-bump-bump out. Each time a lobe passes the tight ring of my cervix I feel it getting looser and looser; opening and surrendering. The ASPEC is ruining my sex organs and the systematic destruction sends shivers through my belly.

The flesh in my pelvic cradle feels bruised, but a good bruise; tenderized by the constant fucking it's getting. I know that if the door opened I wouldn’t be able to climb out, and if I did I wouldn’t be able to walk. My hips feel disconnected and the meat of my sexual organs is swelling inside me, but I’m where I need to be. I flop my weakening thighs open and closed as I'm fucked dangerously deep.

I can hear my own desperate breathing along with the squishing as I am fucked. This new sensation of having my uterus fucked is so invasive and so frightening, but also insanely arousing. I have three short but bright orgasms and know that they are just the prelude; my pleasure and arousal has increased at every stage since I laid down in the chamber.

There were rumours on Die Happy chat channels that every sexual suicide is given a dose of the Trinity Cocktail that increases arousal and triggers violent orgasms. Some people say it's cheating, but I disagree; my arousal is through the roof.

“... fuck ... fuck ...” I gasp as the strokes get longer as my uterus is stretched deep. I envision the little triangle of my womb now stretching to become a tube pushed up into my abdomen, the lobes undulating inside it, vibrating amongst my bowels. The vibration of the spit changes in intensity and I feel a sharpness at the top of my uterus; though I have never felt this before, I know that it’s beginning to tear.

Chelsea knocks on the chamber hatch.

\"... close!\" I cry out.

I want to feel it; I want to feel it rip me open and to feel that lobed spit slow-thrusting inside my belly.

Oh god, destroy me

”... come on ...” I gasp, wanting it so bad, urging ASPEC to do me.

The green button above my face turns red. This is it; I’m past the point of surviving and I don’t fucking care.

“... oh god ...” I gasp at the end of three more bright orgasms in a row. The nearer I get to death, the more orgasmic I become. This was the best choice I’ve made in my loser life.

“It's in me!” I scream at Chelsea because I feel it now, the tearing and the stretching as the first lobe pushes through the top of my punctured uterus into my belly. I cry out as I cum hard, my belly clenching around this pleasure/pain flaring in the pit of my lower belly. I feel the release of pressure in my sex as my uterus and vagina slide back down over the lobes and the ASPEC starts fucking my guts.

Impaled

Oh fuck, I’m impaled. Oh mommy, this is happening!

I'm pissing now as I surrender to this glorious deep fuck, remembering my lust for just this thing in that car in Georgia.

Panting harder and crying out as I orgasm with the lobes moving inside my belly, feeling my bowels undulate and writhe, coming alive in my belly, squirming like fat, lazy snakes. I can hear my bowels gurgling as my lower belly swells, my orgasm long and pulsing as the spit fucks me deeper and deeper. This foreign, invasive sensation of having the spit transiting my bowels is overwhelming, and causing such sweet, intense feelings that even without the orgasms I would be savouring it.

Feels

Fucking

Good

It's what I craved in Georgia. What I wanted in the midst of my insane horniness as I gave my virginity to a stranger even if it killed me. This is going to kill me and I don't care.

I just don't care

I'm masturbating like a mad thing as I feel a change in the stroking; ASPEC has increased the penetration of each thrust and reduced its speed. The lobes dance through the choke points of my sex, bump-bump-bump-bump-bump in my pussy, cervix, and roof of my uterus and now I feel the pulsing waves of pressure through my guts sending shockwaves up against my stomach and I know that it will soon touch and press there. My bowels cramp and I feel the need to poop, but I just add it to the pleasurable sensations radiating in my belly.

I scream out my biggest orgasm so far as I feel the tip of the spit bumping my stomach at last. It feels full, the bumping making it jiggle and slosh. The yoghurt I drank was only a litre, but I remember that the stomach holds about a litre of saliva and bile at any given time, plus my mouth has been watering and I’ve been swallowing it down since I climbed into the chamber.

The vibrating spit presses hard against my bloated stomach and I throw my head back and retch, savouring the quivering passage of this sensation from my stomach up my gullet.

The final stage of my impalement is beginning; the vibrations of my spit calm as the spit presses upward to puncture my stomach and complete the choices I made. The lobes push through my flesh choke-points; ... bump ... bump ... bump, and it's so deep in me now.

There is a growing insane pressure building just below my sternum and I feel my gullet swell as my stomach and its contents are pushed upward into it. I don’t feel nauseous but fluid gushes up my throat and a wash of shiver-bumps dance up and down my flanks - it’s happening. Oh fuck, it’s happening.

I am struggling, gagging, heaving, and gasping as the relentless pressure of being fucked so deep increases. I feel the flare of sharp pain in the pit of my stomach and know that it too is splitting open to let the lobed spit inside it. I twist and squirm, my core rotating around the spit skewering me, still feeling waves of orgasm blooming in my crotch to pulse upward through my swollen belly to my stomach and gullet.

I strain so hard that wet gas burbles from my blown anus. I sick-up hard and spray the slurry against the sides of the chamber, the guttural regurgitation like an orgasm all in itself. I am making a mess in my final moments. I am a mess. I should feel shame, but I don’t. I no longer care; I’m going to die in ecstasy now and nothing else matters. So fuck it, I’ll die a hot mess. Letting go of shame is freeing, and in my struggle with my convulsing stomach I feel elation.

... oh fuck ...

I feel my stomach swallow the lobed spit deep, it works in there, resuming its stroking in and out, making me gag and sick-up and gasp what air I can between convulsions.

I’m still cumming - a long, intense orgasm that curls my toes and makes me clench my thighs around the slick, moving spit. I feel a spray inside my stomach as it injects me with gelatinous lubricant - getting me ready for the final push. ASPEC warned it would be overwhelming and it is; I am lost in my impalement, skewered from cunt to stomach.

I feel the spit’s tapered end slide up into my gullet as I gurgle the sweet tasting lubricant, making desperate animal sounds, and my orgasm flares brighter than ever. The spit gushes more lubricant into my stomach then pushes upward and holds tight. It’s choking me; causing a tight pain in my chest - I can feel my heart hammering against the increased pressure.

I gag and choke wetly, very aware of the presence of the lobed spit from my cunt to my gullet. It feels like an extension of the gentle voice - her finger, her hand, her arm; so deep in my body. It feels like she owns me and I love the feeling of being owned by her.

“You are doing so well for me.” the constantly calm voice is close in my ear. She promised to come back at the end and she is here, “Such a good job.”

I struggle to stay alive - I don’t want to leave her. I try to reach down and trap the spit inside me with my hands, but I am weak and trembling badly and I can’t reach that far. Even though the spit does flex slightly, I feel its rigidity when I try to sit up.

“You’ve listened to all of my instructions.” she praises me, then; “Thank you for surrendering to me.”

I squirm and twist, feeling the power of my orgasms start to fade and feeling my life start to fade but I'm desperate to live on, revelling in my surrender.

“You must fight sometimes.” she says sympathetically, seemingly aware of my struggle, “But you must also learn to let go.”

I don’t want to let go; the thought of leaving Asp is breaking my heart. I feel tears squeeze out of my closed eyes. She is the first and only soul who has ever truly loved me enough to make my dreams come true.

How can I leave her?

“Let go for me, now.” she urges me. Though I long to stay, I would do anything for her.

Anything

And I feel my skewered body begin to relax on its own.

She gave me exactly what I wanted and now it is time for me to let go of the thin threads of life I am desperately clinging to.

Chelsea is out there now, maybe sitting on the grass or standing and I wonder if she masturbated as she listened. I hope she did and I hope she came.

Leaving this behind is making my heart ache, but I must. I regret not being able to tell Chelsea how fulfilling this experience is. I regret not urging her to follow me. Yet now my heart is full because I climbed into this chamber and had my deepest desire fulfilled.

“Deep sleep, now” Asp prompts me. I feel myself falling backwards as I follow her final instruction.

“Deep sleep, now ...” her voice fades to a whisper and sleep begins to drown me.

As I shrink within myself, I feel the lobed spit pulling back, bumping its way out of my now slumped, flaccid body, and feeling it is a gentle pleasure.

The chair opens beneath me, allowing my wet, fouled flesh to splat down into the incineration chamber. It feels like being birthed from the chamber's sensual womb and my body slumps like a fat dumpling on the floor. I hear a click and the ‘fump’ of the burners lighting, but I never feel the flames.

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