Dr. Frankenfuta has found the perfect phallus to sate her; unfortunately, its previous owner is deceased. But that is only a minor hindrance to the unscrupulous woman of science, who sets to work constructing the instrument of her sexual satisfaction: A towering, tireless futanari.
Will Dr. Frankenfuta have her lusts sated by her idealized, reanimated lover? Or will she face a reckoning for defying nature?
This 3.200 word story, unearthed by the Eronomicon Society, contains the following themes: Erotic Horror, Futanari on female, huge endowments, size difference.
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Frankenfuta:
or;
The Shameless Prometheus
THE CREATURE was magnificent. A patchwork of corpses, her skin going from pale alabaster to the darkest ebony with no transition but the careful needlework of her creator, the shape of many disjointed wet dreams, combined into one form: Tall, curvaceous, powerful.
Yes, Doctor Frankenfuta had certainly done good work with the materials she had. Grotesque, perhaps, but beautiful. She ran a finger over the seam between shoulder and chest, tracing it across her creation's magnificent breasts. Such good luck that she had found donors of matching size. Her face, too, came from two different sources, join together in a perfect, if demented, expression of erotic beauty. Even now, lying dead on the slab, the Creature made Frankenfuta appear small and powerless. And yet, was it not by Frankenfuta's hand that she had been assembled, awaiting the breath of life?
Such philosophical quandaries often troubled the young Doctor, but her deliberations were shoved aside by more primal concerns. Her hand continued down the Creature's cold skin, feeling the bumpy texture of stitches along chiseled abs, then further, down the huge woman's fertile hips. Here, Frankenfuta paused and, like her creation, stopped breathing in sheer awe of the specimen between her legs; a truly monstrous cock, the prize of the University's collection, married with exquisite care to her feminine loins. It was hard to believe that this pillar of manhood had ever been attached to a human being. She had wondered ever since she first caught a glimpse of the enormous penis, preserved and floating in a jar, forgotten by the world, so far from its real purpose. What has it felt like; warm, hard, and alive?
She wanted nothing more than to feel it rearranging her insides. A mere dildo would not do: No, it had to be alive, throbbing with undeniable need. And so, Frankenfuta had embarked on her scheme. She glanced up through the window to see dark clouds rolling in and planted a gentle kiss on the slumbering behemoth on the slab. "Soon, my darling."
***
It was a dark and stormy night. Rain lashed across the gothic shapes of the University as thundering arcs of lighting split the sky and sent unnatural shadows through the lifeless hallways.
Just the way that Frankenfuta liked it.
The click of her steps echoed down the corridor to the condemned wing where she had made her lair, an old operating theater repurposed for her many-faceted needs. Medical, electrical and occult tools balanced precariously on banks of mechanical devices and the glass containers that held enough disembodied eyes, limbs, and organs to build a dozen new men or women, drifting listlessly in their silent observation of Frankenfuta's important work. Today, she had supplanted the cold glare of the lights with burning candles, which spread pleasant, floral scents to drown out the clinical smells of disinfectant and formaldehyde.
Lab coats and gloves are essential in a laboratory; Frankenfuta wore them by unthinking habit. The regulations did not specify, however, that one could not wear nothing but racy lingerie underneath, and so she strutted in wearing her high heels, coat unbuttoned, to look at her creation.
"Perfection." She gave the Creature a gentle stroke across her scalp, gingerly following the division of her hair between pitch black and bleached bone white. Just the mere sight of her powerfully erotic form, crafted with such care to her own deepest desires, made the Doctor wet. But nothing so much as the thought of her Creature's enormous cock, soon to wake from its eternal slumber, to throb and swell for her, to fill her to bursting...
A boom of thunder shook the building. Precariously balanced scalpels clattered on their sterile dish and a handful of eyes vibrated in their bath of preservative fluids, as if turning to get a better look at the proceedings.
"Won't be long, now..." Frankenfuta muttered with a glance up towards the domed ceiling. The storm raged wildly on the other side of the skylight, as if the gods themselves showed their displeasure at Frankenfuta's unholy purpose. But this modern Prometheus did not flinch in the face of the nature's wrath. She counted on it, in fact.
The first strike of lightning hit the copper rod mounted on the roof and sent life crackling through her instruments.
"Yes." She declared, her mad smile widening. "It's working. Give me more!" As the University refused her her exorbitant demands for power, she would seize it from the gods herself.
Another strike.
The hum of electrical power coursing through her network of machines, like the exposed arteries of some grotesque, bodily separated being, rose ominously. Her operation lights winked in and out, but her candles remained, the flames dancing in the unnaturally charged atmosphere, so oppressively thick that the air seemed to resist movement.
Frankenfuta herself climbed onto the operating table, straddling her creation to feel the humongous, flaccid shaft between her legs. Without thinking, she ground back and forth on it, her attention fixed on the Creature's impassive face.
Lighting struck for the third time, leaping from wire to wire to caress the occult machinery and leave trails of blackened trees across metal and plastic as the mechanisms kicked in and captured life-giving quantities of energy in the trembling power banks.
Frankenfuta looked up with a hungry gaze. She flipped the switch.
The crackling hum reached a sharp crescendo as millions of Watts streamed into the colossal corpse, briefly blinding the Doctor with a brilliant glare that left the afterimage of her supine figure seared onto her retinas. The clinical lights above exploded from the overcharge, casting shards of glass onto a couple of carelessly opened jars of spare hands.
She dared not breathe. But her legs tightened around the Creature's thighs as her gaze remained fixed, unblinking, on its figure.
The Creature's chest rose. The breath of life, the first beat of a resurrected heart. And the first throb of an inhumanly massive cock against the Doctor's sopping slit.
"It's alive." Frankenfuta's grin seemed apt to split her face in two. "It's alive! I've done it!" She put a hand over the Creature's chest, feeling the beat of her heart, how heat spread, ever so slowly, into her skin, her limbs, into those massive, shapely breasts so expertly sculpted to be appreciated, squeezed, and kissed. She licked her hips, hunching over the Creature's far taller body. "Look at my works, ye mighty, and despair..."
The Creature opened her eyes. Slowly, slowly, they moved, from starting at a spot on the ceiling to Frankenfuta's expectant face. Her lips, so plump and red, parted as she filled her lungs. Then she spoke. "Who are you?"
"I'm your creator. Frankenfuta." Her hands caressed the Creature's torso with long strokes. Pure adrenaline kept her going, focused, instead of collapsing into the cock-drunk desires that made her keep grinding against this wonderful creature, made her hyper-aware of each rolling throb of blood between her legs.
"Then... Who am I?" The Creature's voice was deep, infused with a naked sensuality even in such a simple statement — or perhaps that was simply Frankenfuta's libido coloring her perception of her monster.
"You are my masterwork. My magnum opus. My first-class fuck machine."
There. She felt it. That sensation that she had dreamed about, lusted after, toiled for months with cadavers and questionable science for: The Creature's inhumanly massive cock slowly filling out, rising hard and heavy against her pussy. Oh, fuck... Even flaccid, that slab of meat had been the size of her forearm; its erect state was uncharted territory, a terra incognita only glimpsed in erotic dreams.
The Creature regarded the debauched Doctor with a serious look as the latter shifted heatedly on top of her. "I see. This is the only reason you have created me? To have stitched together my soul, my very being?"
Frankenfuta moaned in the affirmative, slipping her underwear aside to feel the naked contact with her creation's cock, growing warmer and harder by the moment.
The Creature took a deep breath, her face remaining impassive. "A singular purpose. I... Feel..." Her glance slipped down the Doctor's exposed front, over her slim waist and her well-shaped cleavage. "I feel that I will do a good, thorough job at it."
With that, the Creature's cock gave such a powerful throb that Frankenfuta squealed, falling forward as the enormous erection twitched and slapped against her ass with a loud thwack. The Doctor found herself buried between the Creature's equally massive breasts, warm and soft. "Yes, please." She managed, grinning like a loon and, ass held high, eagerly pushed her backside against that rock-hard rod. Her wetness dripped onto the shaft, so thick that she needed both hands to reach around it, and the Creature's cock responded with a deluge of pre that made both itself and Frankenfuta's thighs glisten in the candlelight. She became faintly aware of an aroma that was not there before, a scent of sex and cock that made her clit throb all the more uncontrollably.
Strong hands seized the Doctor and lifted her up with robotic ease. The Creature slid her into place, her bulbous cockhead spreading her apart as she teased her entrance.
"Do it!" Frankenfuta squealed, conscious motor functions all but lost as raw desire filled her mind. "Impale me on that beautiful monster, ram me, rail me, fuck me!"
The Creature held her there, watching how the simple throb of her heartbeat translated into Frankenfuta's moans, the rhythmic pulse of her cock making the diminutive Doctor — compared to the giantess that she had created — squirm and thrust her pussy forward to take more of her cunt-wrecking cock in. "As you wish."
Then came the plunge. Frankenfuta was forced down, her slit instantly filled with more dick than any woman was meant to reasonably take. But she was anything but reasonable. She opened her mouth to moan, but managed to only sputter and gasp, feeling her mind blank with the impact of her ass against the Creature's powerful thighs, lost in the sensation of sweet, impossible fullness, of the heat and lust of the phallus stretching her out.
The Creature lifted her again, as easily as before. Air filled her lungs again, but all she could form was an immediate plea; "Again, please, fuck, so good, I want..."
The Creature's colossal cock slammed into her once more. Out. In. Every thrust an out-of-body experience, overwhelming her so meticulously organized mind, limitless lust spilling over and thoroughly washed away any other desire. No thought of fear, of safety, of the consequences of her actions. Only the warm, blissful sensation of this wonderful, positively inhuman cock stretching her cunt to its utter limits, making her throb and twitch so badly that she thought she might explode.
Being lifted up and down with such force disoriented her further. Her hands found the Creature's powerful arms holding her in place, grabbing onto them to steady herself in the throes of her impending orgasm, coming upon her faster than she had thought possible. "I-I'm about to..." She hissed through ragged breaths. "Fuck, so close..."
The Creature gave a low grunt, the first sign of exertion that she had displayed in her short lifetime. Her cock throbbed powerfully, rapidly — then erupted inside the Doctor, filling her with hot, molten cum.
The sensation, the very thought of this virile brute cumming in her, breeding her, pushed her over the edge. Frankenfuta's head lolled back in the throes of her little death, shuddering in her Creature's strong hands. She had no energy to even react when those very hands lifted her off the Creature's massive manhood, which flopped messily onto the Creature's chest, and let Frankenfuta sprawl down on top of it without a word.
Outside, thunder rolled through the sky.
***
She rested there, all but numb after her sensory overload. Her loins tingled with afterglow and exertion, feeling wet and sticky as her monster's load dripped out of her, the discomfort buffeted by her sheer surprise and lusty admiration for the sheer size of her freakish load. As she laid on her creation's chest, head moving up and down with the behemoth's slow breaths, she regarded its monstrous manhood. Glistening with their combined juices, radiating sexual power even at rest. She ran one hand up the heavy shaft, breathed in its scent. And to her amazement, she felt it stir under her gentle touch and immediately closed her hand around it.
Above, a fresh burst of electricity crackled through the copper rod, the convoluted wires, the arcane apparatus: A new breath of life, sent from the gods.
The Creature's cock throbbed, starting unmistakably towards a new, terrifying erection.
"My word..." Frankenfuta murmured, and craned her head up at the Creature's face. "You're ready to go again?" She did not wait for a response before sticking her face in close, mouth and hands roving over the heavy length of cock to taste, to feel, to get that monster to maximum hardness to rail her anew. "It is everything I hoped it would be..."
The Creature's hand wrapped around the back of Frankenfuta's head, forcing her face-first into the wide shaft, to breathe nothing but its heady musk. She did not vocalize, but her burgeoning erection spoke volumes, rising to full mast under her creator's worshipful care. Her hand lead Frankenfuta down, burying her view in massive balls, which the scientist eagerly huffed and lavished a storm of kisses upon.
It was like a magic elixir; all thought of her aching crotch and the unholy cunt-hammering that she had just received was banished from Frankenfuta's mind. She was alert and ready, eager to get her sopping snatch filled to bursting once more. Her hands encircled the Creature's wide, fertile hips, kneading that ass that she had so meticulously selected and stitched together, as her tongue lapped over full, hairless nuts bigger than her own fist. Her backside swayed in the air, as if to entice her creation to take its due.
And so it did. Though not quite as expected. The Creature led Frankenfuta's head up the proud spire of sexuality once more, forcing the enormous tip against her lips with a primal, monosyllabic command: "Suck."
Her eyes flittered up towards the Creature's face, before settling back on the huge cock that demanded her attention, a touch of uncertainty brimming in her stomach about her capability to comply. But then the Creature forced her face forward, and she opened her mouth to take in as much of the colossal cockhead as she could. It's taste and the erotic feeling of every throb of blood pumping through it made her shiver, her right hand moving between her own legs of its own accord.
The Creature sat up, watching her like a hawk. The candlelight threw strange shadows across her mismatched form, making her terrifyingly beautiful face look even more otherworldly. Her breasts, proud and perky, dripped slowly with the excess of cum that now filled into Frankenfuta's mouth, a deluge of precum lubricating her cock's way down the doctor's throat.
She squirmed in place — though not enough to disturb her busy hand — trying to deal with the abundance. Her words were muffled, rendered useless by the cock sliding into her mouth, inch by inch. It went, albeit slowly, and seeing that it had not actually split her in half, she elected to show her Creature a thing or two, actively shoving herself forward to deepthroat the monster.
The Creature seemed pleased, at least going by the ominously escalating throbbing of her cock. Frankenfuta realized her mistake, then — or perhaps, the consequences of her success — when the Creature gave a gentle moan, before a flood of cum exploded down Frankenfuta's throat, gushing out her nose and making her vision darken from the intensity. She held on, shuddering, but the palm against the back of her head did not yield, but forced her to endure the intensity of the Creature's orgasm, snapping desperately for breath amidst the deluge.
Frankenfuta came to as the Creature's cock slid free, a long strand of cum and saliva connecting it to her lips, and she filled her lungs with sweet, life-giving air, as transformative as her first breath. Her body felt heavy, belly bloated with cum, but the thrill of erotic victory put a smile on her face. She glanced up at her Creature, at that proud cock that she had endured twice over.
Only, it seemed to rise again.
"Er..." she started, with a sudden stab of worry. "You are not satisfied?"
The Creature swung her legs off the slab and stood up, towering over Frankenfuta.
"... Is that a no?"
For a moment, the Creature's inexorable rise towards diamond-grade erection slowed; she opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came, and her hand, poised to seize the Doctor's shoulder, paused in the air. Then, Nature's fury — no doubt incensed at Frankenfuta's transgressions — let itself be heard once more, the thunderous boom shaking the very foundations of the building and sent another burst of lightning into the monstrous titan.
Frankenfuta barely had time to squeal before the Creature started moving again, easily flipping her on the slap, legs dangling as the Creature forced her front onto the hard surface. But she did squeal, feeling the bulbous, throbbing tip of her creation's monstrous manhood sliding up between her thighs, spreading her abused slit.
"Are you satisfied, Doctor?" The Creature's voice boomed as she speared Frankenfuta anew on her pulsing cock. "You made me for your own satisfaction, not mine. Can I ever be satisfied?" Another thrust, the slap of her immensely fat balls against the back of Frankenfuta's thighs. "We will find out."
Frankenfuta's hoarse cries echoed through the laboratory, pain and pleasure mixing as her monster ravaged her anew, driving out her scrambling thoughts with each thrust. The wires, she had to drive out the wires, but — "F-fuuck...!"
The Creature grabbed her throat, bending easily over the smaller woman. "Don't worry, Doctor. I will. Maybe, if you are lucky, you will even survive the experience."
Her whole body shuddered, intensely aware of how the monster languidly drew her cock back, only to hit her again in an angry flash of motion. Just what she had always wanted.
Surely she would last. She had subjected herself to stranger things.
An orgasm derailed Frankenfuta's train of thought once more. She groaned in labored bliss, squirming in the iron grip of her creation.
Surely the Creature would tire eventually, it's cock exhausted or the bonds holding it together breaking from the strain.
The Creature's cock throbbed dangerously and unloaded a new, womb-filling load of cum.
Surely the thunder and lightning would abate and rob the Creature of its power.
She moaned, feeling heavy and sweaty, her belly distended with the monster's seed. Its cock remained inside her, already hardening anew; to keep thrusting, to keep fucking, to keep filling her, come hell or high water. She looked to the windows, silently praying for salvation.
The storm raged on.
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