Her face brightened again. As her one 'breathing hand' kept up what it was doing, the free hand fished around in the mass of GI organs, and then found what she was looking for. With a slight movement of her arm, hidden by the mass of organs, her eyes then rolled back into her head, her toes curled, and legs seemed to clench. Something else clenched, then, though, as she had a rude awakening from the bliss she'd given herself. Her hand had crushed her lung and it was no longer inflating. A few panicked squirms, and she transferred the knife to the other hand to switch roles as the knife hand now started to pump the remaining useful lung. Things were becoming more difficult, though. By the pace of her heart and her remaining breathing hand/lung pair, plus the fact there were now more bubbles everywhere, it was apparent that Oxygen was soon to become an issue.

But she wanted, no, she NEEDED another orgasm. She was tired of dealing with her organs floating about, so she tried to move as many as she could out of the way. What a mess she looked... but she found herself with most of her internal cavity now exposed. She was getting a bit more frantic now, but had still yet to slice open anything too vital. She was stroking her spine, which seemed to bring some enjoyment. Then she was stroking the tube that had to have been her vaginal canal. She even resorted to just squeezing her uterus in a fist, but it was not quite putting her over the edge.