Lover of Frankenstein(Futa on Female, Mild Horror Themes (No Guro), Excessive Cum)

Story by Tosaku No Kishi

Hey there. This was done as part of a trade with sketchysketch who supplied the idea. They do great art so I urge you to check them out if you haven't already. Anyway, without further ado, here is a Frankenstein Story.

Victoria Frankenstein was almost over the moon with joy. Her colleagues had all laughed at her, for both her ancestry and her belief in what could be done with the ideas of her ancestors. Victor Frankenstein had attempted to create an artificial life form using various pieces of the dead to do so, but he had been a fool, he had created a monster, one that was lost to history and thought of as only a tale of horror. Victoria knew better. She had found her ancestor's personal library some time ago while visiting her great grandmother.

With his knowledge in her hand, she had set about completing his work. With modern science she was able to perfect many of the theories, experimenting with small creatures at first, and each with varying degrees of success. Now, however, she felt certain she had perfected every little detail. It had taken quite some time, and more than a few underhanded methods, but she had gathered everything she needed to create her own creature, one that would be the perfect sexual partner. She had sewn it together personally.

Now, as she gazed upon the gorgeous female form that lay before her, she couldn't help but feel a sort of maternal love for it. It... she was everything Victoria dreamed of being. The torso had been taken from a recently deceased porn star, thankfully one that had no breast enhancement, as silicone would interrupt the flow of electricity needed to awaken the creature. Even without enhancement, the torso was fantastic, with large DD cups that sat proud on her chest, and a slim waist. Unfortunately, despite Victoria wishing to use both the torso and head, the girl was far from desirable without make-up on. As such Victoria had needed to search for a more fitting face.

She had found it in the morgue of a small, unknown town. The deceased was gorgeous, high cheekbones, full lips, long eyelashes and a clear complexion, though she lacked in every other department. Victoria had then searched for a lower half, finding the ideal match in a black woman's town. While it was definitely a stereotype that black women had large asses, it held true with this one. It personified the term 'bubble butt'. Fortunately, the woman also had gorgeous legs.

Victoria had kept the arms of the pornstar, as they were lightly toned and had no imperfections she could see. Though there was a problem with the usage of different people for it, that being the skin tone, something that Victoria had taken into account and was able to correct, making her creation a lightly tanned Caucasian. Then there was the brain, naturally she needed one that was full of sexual knowledge and lust. It had taken a while and almost a dozen different obituaries in newspapers, until she found it; a woman who had literally died from having too much sex. She was perfect.

Victoria had made her with that very word in mind: perfect. She, herself was not an imperfect being in the sense that she was incredibly smart, but as far as looks go, Victoria lagged behind greatly. That wasn't to say she was ugly, but place her next to a model and it was like placing an ant in front of a behemoth. Victoria had chin length, straight auburn hair, her lips were average, maybe a little fuller than most, her eyes came off as bright, their sky blue irises overflowing with her intellect. Her body was fairly average; she had perky C cups for her breasts, her waist was fairly trim with only a little fat remaining, and butt was quite average, though a little perkier than most, due to her trying to balance her scientific endeavours with regularly exercise. Her creation was almost entirely different.

And now, after all that time spent perfecting what had been merely touched upon over a century ago, Victoria was ready to bring her 'child' to life. In a sort of homage to her ancestor, Victoria had chosen a large cellar and modelled it into what most thought Victor Frankenstein's lair had looked like. Her creation lay on a table in the centre of the room, with Tesla coils surrounding her. Victor had used the elements, but Victoria was far from patient enough to wait for a lightning storm. With modern day science, she was certain it would work. Several feet from her creation, was a set of switches.

Victoria moved from her 'child' and stood beside the switches. She was about to pull one, when she considered making a speech as another homage to her ancestor, before quickly discarding the idea and instantly pulling the switch... and being shocked by enough electricity to take down a large dog.

“Wrong switch.” She gasped, hair standing on end with the tips lightly si

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