"IT'S ALIVE! IT'S ALIVE!"
With a triumphant yell, Viktor Frankenstein looked down at his newly formed creature. Sparks of electricity danced on its naked skin, still pale from the grave, stretched over the enormous muscles of its biceps, abs, thighs. He had taken most of the body from the grave of a farmhand, almost two meters tall, who had been kicked in the head by a mule.
The large breasts and beautiful face above it were those of a woman he had had a crush on since his school days, taken from life too soon by fever.
Between its muscular thighs rested a massive cock, darker in colour, taken from a foreign traveller who had fallen from his horse. The man's gonads Frankenstein had transferred into the creatures body, still fully functional, to make room for the vagina, leading to an also fully functional uterus and ovaries, which he had taken from a the local nun who had drowned in a lake.
Many -- unfortunate cases of death had been necessary for the doctor to steal the corpses he needed from the cemeteries around Geneva, but the long nights spent digging had been worth it. He had created the perfect being - taller and stronger than the most masculine man, nurturing like the most feminine women, fertile with its male and female parts alike. And as the crowning achievement, the brain of his own servant girl, whose sudden disappearance still had not been solved by the local gendarmerie.
He had long pondered this - the brain as the driving force of his newly formed creature - and decided to go with a female one. In his own, surely infallible scientific opinion the best choice -- weak and malleable, surely this creature would easily bend to his own superior male will. Igor, his hunchbacked assistant timidity peeked up to the table the creature lay on - glowing in pale light, the sparks of the bolt of lightning that had hit it through the conductor rod on the roof slowly fading.
"Master? You're sure it's alive? It doesn't..."
"Hush, you fool. The energy will take time to distribute itself through the creature's nervous system. There cannot be any doubt that my method is a success!"
He felt for a pulse in the creature's wrist, without result, let his hands wander over the round breasts to feel a heartbeat, the bulging muscles for spasms, touched bald skull - he missed the long auburn hair of the beautiful woman's head he had chosen, but it had to be removed when he had implanted the brain. Sacrifices necessary for the cause. It'll grow back.
He felt a sentiment inside him that was not fully driven by scientific ambition. No point to deny it, he smiled at himself. The human body, despite all its imperfection is after all a natural wonder. One that he had just brought to perfection. Such perfection did not just deserve to be watched, but touched -- this was so much more enthralling than any natural human body with the combination of superior features like his classical beautiful face, the pert breasts, the almost superhuman muscles, the massive penis. There was no shame in feeling excited by it.
He jumped as the creature suddenly opened its eyes, emerald green and its feminine full lips. A groan erupted from the throat, husky, like a grunt, yet unmistakably feminine. Frankenstein had made sure to transplant the woman's head with its voice-box intact. She had always had such a beautiful voice.
"YES! Yes. Live, my creature!"
With a groan, it sat up on the table, making Viktor take a step back and Igor hide behind his master timidly. The creature's grunts became a long drawn shout and a scream, making Frankenstein's bones reverberate. Less feminine than he had assumed.
"Alright..."
The creature croaked, clearly trying to vocalise words and Viktor carefully reached out a hand to put it on its broad shoulders reassuringly.
"Don't worry. Everything well be alright. Just do what I tell you and you'll be fine. In no time, you'll speak! But first try to stand up."
He gestured at the creature comfortingly, its eyes following his hand, then understanding -- good. The cognitive functions of the transplanted brain seemed intact, despite being a female brain, it appeared to be quite adaptable and well developed.
"Come! Stand!"
The creature swung its legs over the edge of the table, its large feet touching the floor, seemingly not feeling the cold. Its hand supported its large body on the edge of the table. As it rose the muscles of its thighs and firm gluteus maximus bulged to keep it in balance. It swayed forward, then grunted as it felt its cock slap at its thigh. Touched it with its large hand it grunted.
"Yes. Impressive, is it not? I only improved you with the most exemplary samples of human physique of both sexes. You're the perfect creature."
A slightly dismissive grunt from the thing.
"You'll get used to it. Your brain is that of a woman, of course it will feel -- strange, but you'll use it for good in no time, I'm sure. And you have a just as perfect a vagina below it, too, I'm sure sou can feel that."
Another grunt that almost sounded annoyed by the patronizing explanation.
"And with those excellent breasts - you're the perfect woman just as you are the ideal man! Now come! Walk!"
The creature, even to Frankenstein's eyes surprisingly quickly recovering -- made a shaky step forward, then another, until it took a self secure stand in the middle of the laboratory. Igor had retreated into a corner, scared of the hulking, muscular being, but his master grinned elatedly like a little child opening his Christmas presents
"Perfect. Perfect. A miracle of modern science! Now kneel!"
The creature looked at him, squinting its bright green eyes, grunted softly.
"Down on your knees! Before we do anything, it is time you learn the most important lesson of your new life -- I am your creator. I am your master. Your God. You will obey me and with your obedience we will present you to the world. I will be the most revered man in history. All those self proclaimed guardians of the truth who called me crazy will bow to my genius. But first you - kneel!"
The creature looked down on its creator. Viktor swallowed hard, sightly questioning his decision to choose a body so much taller and stronger than himself.
But no, there was no reason to worry. He had created this brute. He had given it life. He had chosen a female brain specifically so it would be easy to control, even in this huge, hulking body.
"Kneel!"
Another grunt, this time clearly defiant.
"Igor, bring me the whip!"
"Master..."
"Now!"
The hunchbacked assistant approached the doctor from behind his back, staying as far away from the creature as possible without disobeying the doctor's orders. Who now stared up to the two meter hulk. With the whip in hand he pointed again down to the floor.
"You will not disobey your creator. I have made you and I expect..."
"No!"
Frankenstein frowned as the luscious lips formed their first word after being reanimated. The visage was quite appealing, supple, soft -- a woman's face with a mouth one wouldn't have expected a word of defiance from, even when she was still alive. The former owners of both the head and the brain had been meek. Obediently following the rules and restrictions society in this 19th century Switzerland had set for womenfolk.
"How dare you?"
He lifted the whip, ready to strike at the muscular body but the huge hand and the strong arm grabbed his wrist before he even managed to land one hit.
"No!"
With a cry of anguish and pain as the hand almost crushed his wrist, the scientist dropped the black leather whip to the rough stone floor. He raised his left hand to strike bare handed, but the creature caught it with its other hand. It shook its head and glared into the Doctor's eyes, who stared back, clearly nervous and feeling panic rising.
"No!"
