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Doctor Victoria Frankenstein gazed at her creation. She and Igrid, her trusty assistant, had gathered the parts over the course of months. They’d spent hours digging up fresh graves only to take a single perfect part and bury the bodies once again. They’d raided morgues on lonely, rainy nights. They’d even snatched a spare part or three from the biological waste bins at the local hospital where Doctor Frankenstein worked as a surgeon.
Looking down at her creation’s perfect, massive features she knew it was all worth it. Together she and Igrid had constructed the perfect man with thick, muscled arms, thighs like the trunks of trees, abs of steel, and pecs to challenge the gods!
Of course, the greatest piece of her work of art in flesh was magnificent. She’d used spare parts for the rest, but this, yes for this, there could only be perfection if she made it from scratch.
“Look at this marvelous cock,” she said, stroking the member she’d just stitched onto her creation. “A new and better cock, printed and grown in a lab to exacting perfection! It will never flag, never tire! I’ve replaced the corpus cavernosum with cartilage making it perfect, hard, and ready! Always!” She broke into a long laugh for a moment, which echoed off the stone walls of the basement before continuing, “Isn’t he glorious, Igrid?”
Victoria looked at her assistant. The young brunette was short but had breasts which were each bigger than her own head by far. The poor creature was often hunched over with back pain, and her hourglass figure was often lost in clothing. She kept her straight hair in a bob that just brushed her slender neck and shoulders.
“Hm? Oh, yes, Mistress! He is glorious! You- you are more than just a scientist! You’re an artist! A god!” Igrid’s adoration could get a little slavering, but Victoria enjoyed it nonetheless. “But, and not to question your brilliance, but are you sure an eighteen inch, insatiable cock is a good idea? I mean, won’t his lust be unstoppable?”
“I can only hope it will be,” Doctor Frankenstein said and leaned down, her red locks of hair brushing her creation’s thighs, her breasts pressing into his hips, and kissed the centerpiece of her creation. “Now, let’s get him hooked up to the electrodes. You’ve injected the serum?”
Victoria and Igrid circled the massive body, over eight feet tall once it could stand, and stuck wires with tape and clamps to specific places.
“Yes, Mistress, I injected it into each quadrant of his body and into the base of his cock three hours ago, just as you instructed.”
“Very good, then we’re ready to bring the beast to life! Fire up the generators and ready the capacitor bank!” Victoria shouted while staring down at her creation and letting her hands roam her round, perky breasts.
“Yes, Mistress! Yes!” Igrid shouted back, running from generator to generator, flipping switches, pressing buttons, and pulling cords to start them each up in turn. The ventilation system for the gas powered generators had been difficult to construct, but Igrid knew it was perfect since her Mistress had designed it.
Igrid watched the slowly moving needle of the power gage, her own breath and heartbeat somehow louder in her ears than the sound of the generators.
“Soon! Soon, my dear, sweet, perfect cock! Soon you will live!” Victoria shouted from near the switch which would set everything in motion. “How are the capacitors, Igrid?”
“At eighty percent and climbing, Mistress,” Igrid shouted back. “Eighty-five. Ninety. Ninety-five. Almost… Maximum charge, Mistress! Maximum charge!”
Victoria smiled, let a second tick past and took in the flickering light a few errant sparks from the machinery cast into the basement, then took hold of the large, rubber-coated metal switch and pulled it down, completing the circuit.
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