The Frankenbride (Patreon)

"So glad you could make it, my boy! I see you found the place alright. You must have seen our ad!"

The gray and sluggish butler had taken me into main call of the old manor where the wild-eyed man greeted me. I had to hesitate at the sight of him; thick work gloves did not look promising with a long white coat and rubber insulated boots. His thick glasses were a pale blue that hinted at cataracts, but his wild white hair was thick enough to stand up on its own. He was easily past his fifties, which made me wonder just how old my date was going to be. Not to judge, but I hoped I wasn't going in for a woman who was way more experienced than me... as hot as that might be for a while.

"Yea..." I said warily, nodded back towards the door like a small plea to get out now. He quoted the article aloud. "13 Gravesway Avenue. Second giant mansion with lightning rods on the roof. Can't miss it." In hindsight, there were so many warning signs.

"Perfect! You look like the perfect subject..." The man started walking off, about to wave me on when he caught himself. "Of my daughter's attention, of course.  Subject of attention. Play on words, my boy!" I wasn't sure if I should worry or smile at his gravely and constantly breathless voice (that somehow still spoke too loud). I followed him against my better sensibilities; I had come in some comfortable slacks and a t-shirt, thinking we wanted something casual. Now I was wondering if by "daughter" he meant I was on a blind date with a drugged drink and a bonesaw.

I can't say I was surprised when he lead me through some double doors and a full blown laboratory was in there. To his credit, he avoided the mad science stereotype at this point. It was all very white and sterile; huge but high-tech computers ran some complex formulas while large vats hummed as they mixed up who knows what. A number of women walked around, all of them identical; golden blonde hair, long legs, short skirts, and pouty lips. I can keep myself in check not to stare at their tits and asses, but it's hard when it's literally everywhere and they're perfectly... cloned.

"Don't worry. They're just the employees," the doctor went on. "I had this assistant once. We parted ways, I gave her a reference to a nice college, and she gave me a few hairs so I could rebuild the work force. Best deal I've ever made! My girl's waiting for you right through here."

"Oh. Cool," I said. I wasn't trying to play it casual, I was just sort of speechless. He took me to another door, punching a code into a keypad before it popped open. There she was... my future wife was strapped to an operating table and propped upright.

Her pale skin stood out first of all; it made her stitches more apparent around the top of her heavy breasts. The nipples were covered up by a thick steel band that went across her chest, but they squashed them up into looking even larger than they were. By themselves they were almost the size of beach balls, enough to make you forgive the stitch marks. She had a mature figure but a young face, the two most likely from different people. Her tanlines abruptly ended on each arm, just above the shoulder. The right one was thick and strong with a tan complexion but the left was darker and more delicate. Both were carefully painted with red fingernails. Another bar went across her hips, holding them in place she suddenly started to thrust when I entered the room. Her hair was thick and black, hanging over her ears and framing her face. There was a blonde ponytail running from somewhere buried in the back of all the brunette, with some streaks of white hair down by her temples.. Her blue and green eyes were mismatched in size and color, but they both locked on me as she struggled against her bonds. Sure enough, two inch-long bolts were sticking out of each side of her neck.

"Easy now, Abby," the doctor urged her like she was just an excited puppy rather than a grunting patchwork woman. He frowned and snapped his fingers (hard to do in work gloves!). "Stacy? Stacy? Would you get her a dress. I thought I asked you to make her decent."

"Yes, sir," two of the clones said quickly before trotting off.

"Well she'll be ready in a moment. In the meantime, your date is ready. I hope it serves as some valuable field testing." He pulled out a complex remote control and hit a button. The barring straps popped back off and "Abby" dropped to the ground with a dense thump of her bare feet on the metal flooring.

"Abby? This is George from the ad you asked for. He'll be taking care of you tonight. Isn't that right, George?"

"Uh..." I stammered, staring at the naked, stitched up woman in front of me. I had a lot of thoughts going through my head, with "she looks so hot" somewhere on the forefront. Abby let out a throaty growl as she sized me up like she was thinking of what part to rip off and add to her collection... then she finished clearing her throat. A few sparks came off her neck as she shook her head and smiled at me brightly, a new brightness and alert look in her eyes.

"Oh! Sorry! Good to meet you, George!" She stepped up to me, moving a bit stiffly and lumbering on her long legs and wide hips. The naked monster held out her hand. "I'm Abomination Steinbacher. You can call me Abby."

"Baaaabe? Wake up." I rose up with a yawn, a crackling static coming from the old clock radio. It was muffled whenever Abby was around it due to the interference of her neck bolts, but I keep forgetting to set my cell's alarm. She's worth it. Besides, she picks up on the feedback and lets me know anyway, and my frankenmilf's voice waking me up is much better.

I squeezed her hand and rolled over. I tossed the detached hand back to her and heard her pop it back in place with that satisfying clicking sound.

I squeezed her hand and rolled over. I tossed the detached hand back to her and heard her pop it back in place with that satisfying clicking sound. I was used to what parts of her popped off and we played around with it from time to time. She was advanced enough along in whatever mad science my father"-in-law used that they went right back on with some minimal effort, so she only had to stop by the doctor's lab for maintenance every few months. The freedom was how we had managed to start dating two years ago. She'd moved with me a year ago, and we'd been legally married for the last four months.

Abby rolled over, sleeping naked as always. She had me practically buried in her when I woke up in this mutual pile. The cuddling against my undead softy and her giant boob pillows is great, but she always likes to touch me at any opportunity. She's naturally on the cool side and she loves sharing some of my body heat, which makes her incredible to sleep with during a hot summer like this.

"Hon, can you warm me up?" she asked as sweetly as she could. I glanced over at the clock.

"I'd love to, but there's some construction on the way to work. Maybe if we got up earlier..."

"Then can I ride on you?" she asked brightly.

"Sure. Which part?" I asked as I grabbed a towel for the shower.

"Head please!" She put a hand under her chin and pushed up at a certain angle. With a soft crack her head and about half her neck popped loose from her shoulders. She tossed herself over to me with her head slowly spiralling and emitting a happy little "Wheee!" until I caught her. She opened her pale lips expectantly and batted her eyes at me until I held her head by the blonde ponytail in the middle of her black hair. I dangled her in front of my lap and let her get situated until her mouth had swallowed up my cock, sucking happily as she suspended herself entirely on my erection with her surprisingly strong mouth. I grunted and gave her a pleased little stroke along her cheek before I went about my morning rituals to shower and get my lunch ready.

Abby was just always in the mood. We don't know if it's part of her cravings for heat and attention or something that went wild with her libido when she was reanimated, but it's impossible to be left wanting in the sex department when she's around. A horny, always satisfied wife with bottomless stamina goes a long way, on top of her being an absolute sweetheart. She technically doesn't have to eat, but her brains get a little screwy if she goes without for too long. That's when she starts to get a little slow and grunty until I get her some meat. It's technically protein that fuels her, so a Snickers bar or a load of cum can do the trick in a pinch.

I was just out of the shower (shampooing her hair for her, just to be polite) and I got to the counter when I flinch and cum in her mouth. Her suspended head smiled tongue rolls the cum around in her mouth. She gave me a few muted mumbles as I realized her problem. I picked her head off, still smiling as her cheeks puffed out and some of my seed ran down her dark lips. I fastened her head back on so she could reunite with her neck and finally swallow with one big gulp.

"My dad called when you were at work the other day. He still says he can support us if you wanted to stay home." Abby smiled meekly. I kissed her cheek while she was busy licking up the rest of my cum.

"I don't want to put that on him," I admitted. "I don't want to know what kind of horrible experiment he'll have to do to make that happen." I came from a hardworking family, and as incredibly tempting as is it was to stay at home with Abby all day, I couldn't bring myself to take Dr. Steinbacher's handout. I feel like he'd spring right for making zombie soldiers for the army or something. Decent guy, just not a great moral compass when it comes to the big stuff.

"I know. I told him," Abby sighed. "I just miss you is all." I felt sorry for her, but I know she has things to do and she gets out often. She's an oddity, but we've found that people don't seem especially shocked or scared to have her around. At least, not until she does something like lift a car out of her way or something. Enough that she can go shopping and clean things up while I'm away.

"I miss you too. It's why I hurry back home every day." I gave her a kiss on the lips and groped her breast, which gives her a quick little flicker of sparks from her neck. She gives a dreamy sigh and sits up suddenly.

"Hey! How about I pack your lunch for you?" she offered as she hurried into the kitchen. Her pale and jiggly booty bounced in almost an opposite color of her arms. "You want the burgers from last night?"

"Oh sure," I agreed, surprised at her enthusiasm. I took my time getting dressed and still left a little earlier thanks to her help to avoid the construction. I couldn't put my finger on it, but when we kissed goodbye as she saw me out, she seemed... lopsided.

It wasn't until my first break that I found her breast in my lunch bag. It was startling to see the hefty piece of wife-meat in there, lighty wobbling from my slightest contact with it. I poked it and felt the familiar jiggling of Abby's chest, and flicked the nipple just for good measure. It was firm and hard, and I saw it twitch when I did that. I had to smile as I picked up my lunch bag and went into the back room with my cell phone. I called up my stitched up wife.

"Hi, hon," Abby answered sweetly. It was the overly pleased tone she used when she wanted something or had done something wrong.

"Hey, dollface. It's lunch time."

"Oh? That's nice," she said, clearly trying to play dumb.

"And I found your present."

"Did you now? You mean the extra fruit snacks?" she giggled.

"Nooo. I mean you seemed to have dropped something very important." I lifted up her breast and gave it a firm squeeze. I could hear her heavy grunt on the other end of the line and the dulled thumping of her noisy footsteps as she staggered. "You weren't trying to be naughty to get some attention, were you?"

"N-nooo," she cooed. "It must have dropped in there by mistake." I took her portable nipple in between my fingers and pinched. She let out this shuddering squeak and I heard the familiar squeak of her bulky body flopping back on the bed.

"Really? Then show me." Abby let out another cute grunt as I heard her shuffling around on the bed. I kept thumbing her nipple, enjoying her heavy breathing and squeaking as she positioned herself. I got a ping on my phone (the chorus of Monster Mash for Abby, because I'm a cheesy bastard) and I load the picture she sent. It showed her laying on the bed in her panties and a tank top, but there was an obvious lopsidedness to her. Any basic study on the edge of the bra saw she'd just stuffed a throw pillow into her bra as she made a kissy face for me. Her chalky cheeks did a nice job of showing off her obvious blush.

"Nice try, dirty girl," I said back. She mewled and I could hear the bed creak as she squirmed. "For real this time. And just for trying to be cute, do it naked."  Abby was always big on me being the assertive one in bed. I'd say it was some kind of daddy complex, but there's a whole lot of holes in that theory.

"Are you mad?" she chimed as I heard her removing and tossing some clothes away.

"Not mad. You just need to be punished. Now take the picture and make it a real dirty one so I can show you off to my coworkers."

"You can't!" Abby objected. Of course I couldn't. Even if they were cool with my frankenwife, I'd be fired on the spot. It didn't mean i couldn't threaten her with it to add to the humiliation.

"Maybe I won't if you quit stalling and show my the goods." I held and squeezed tightly on her disembodied breast and I could feel it jiggle and writhe in my grip. She let out her loudest groan yet and I got my notification a few seconds later.

She was adorable in her humiliating pose. Sure, one of her breasts were missing. A flat piece of flesh covered one side of her chest, the only sign of her titty's absense being a wide circle of stitches. I'd seen her take them off sometimes when she had to reach something where they might have gotten in the way. She was groping her remaining breast, biting her lip as she pawed at the nipple. Her mostly dark hair hung down to her bare hips, and the phone was clearly being held low enough to show me a perfect look up her slit along with the rest of her body. It was hard to tell if she was actually dripping, but she was definitely glistening wet between her pale pink lips. Her wide-spread thighs were far enough apart to lightly pull her labia open as a perfect invitation.

"Please don't tell everyone I'm so naughty!" she pleaded softly. I could hear the rustling of her sheets and as I pinched her portable nipple hard, she gave a high-pitched grunt. I could practically hear how wet she was as I stared at her valiant effort to look sexy for me. I was just painfully hard from looking at it.

"I'll text you in a minute," I reported before hanging up the call. I set my lunch aside and tucked her breast under my arm, walking briskly to the bathroom. People barely gave a me a glance as I went through with that must have looked like an office toy or a neck pillow from my desk. I locked the bathroom door behind me and sat on the toilet. "Is my zombie slut still horny?" I texted her as I undid my pants.

She replied "YES" about as soon as my text had loaded.

"Prove it."

She sent me another picture. This one was a closeup, her breast lifted up to her face and her mouth wide open, lashing her tongue around her nipple as she gave me a needy look. I was already stroking, so I sent her a dickpick of my raging erection.  "Good. Me too," I messaged her back.

I received another picture of her, this one a farther off shot. She had her legs spread out again, two fingers holding her pussy open as two more stroked around the edges of her clit. I admired and stroked to the picture before noticing just how far off the camera must have been. A lessser man might have thought she was cheating on me, but I looked for the telltale sign. Sure enough, her right hand was missing, cut off at the wrist and clearly on the foot of the bed to take the picture for her.

"You show off slut," I messaged her again. "Keep touching yourself like my good girl. And turn around. I want to see that fuckable ass." Some folks say that marriage kills your sex life, but it might just be from boredom. It's hard to get that same sensation when there's so many options with a girl who pull herself apart for you. She sends me another one of her kneeling down, her face resting on the pillow as she fingered herself. Her wide ass is aimed right at the camera, gently spread out like her pussy as her mouth hung open, drooling on the pillows while some of her pussy juice drips from her hand.

"You're thinking of me taking you from behind right now, aren't you?" I texted back. "My sweet, tasty frankencunt. Did they put some bimbo hooker brain inside you when they made you or did they just settle for using a dog in heat? Spank that ass for me for having such a dirty pussy!"

I lose it when I see her next picture. Her eyes are rolled back (if at slightly different directions) as she spread her pussy out for the camera. Strings of her cum run between her fingers and smear over her thighs. I can see big red hand prints where her dark and powerful hands had gone to town on her pale ass cheeks. A pool of drool matched the one beneath her legs. I could see some slight distortion in the shot as a few sparks spat out from her neck bolts. The kind that came when she was overexterting herself, like an especially big orgasm. She added an open palm emoji and "I'm sorry I'm so slutty for you, master!" What man wouldn't cum to that?

I caught my breath and responded. "It's okay. You're my good little ragdoll <3". She sent me one more selfie of her hugging a hand flirtily over her one breast, blowing me a kiss. I knew she wasn't exactly lonely, taking lunch with the werewolf couple down the road sometimes, but my heart was still pounding from that sexy show. Maybe it was time to be a little romantic. I let the boss know I was using a sick day and made sure to pack my half-eaten lunch with my wife's breast inside. I texted her again: "I'm coming home early, Sparky. Warm your icebox up for me."

It wasn't entirely a figure of speach. I returned Abbys tit to her and we made out like teenagers until we crumbled naked onto the bed. Abby must have been extra appreciative of my trip back home because when my hand went between her skull-crusher thighs, she actually was warm. Her pussy was heated up to made her extra soft and yielding, a trick we'd figured out pretty quickly where she had some fun with a heating pad to make it a little easier for us. It's a stark contrast to the rest of her cool skin but that just makes it more exciting. She's sparking in no time as she digs her strong fingers into the sheets, ripping a large piece of them off in her throes of passion as I kiss her cool, pale lips. I had come away with a few bruises the first time I slept with her, but considering I kept coming back for more, it was worth the risk.

"Thank... thank much!" she babbled as I went kissing down her throat (giving her sparking bolts plenty of distance) and started to suck on her nipple as I slid my dick inside her.

"Use your words, Abby," I muttered as I teased her other breast, giving it the attention that I couldn't have from the office. Her brain got a little scrambled when she was especially horny, all the power going to her pussy instead of her brain. To be fair, I'm not much better than she is when I get in the same spot. "You like being hot and warm for your man's dick?"

I saw Abby's eyes regain some clarity as she tried to focus. "Yes! Thank you so much for coming back to me! I couldn't take all that teasing!"

"You wouldn't have to if you had kept your naughty bits to yourself."

"I couldn't help it. I just wanted a piece of me to go with you everywhere," she cooed. I spanked one of her big pale ass cheeks as her dark arms draped around my neck as I pumped deep inside her. She was too heavy for me to budge her much with my thrusting, but she's humping along to the rhythm anyway. "That's my dirty girl. Now who's my horny little monster?" I urged as I took her around her waist.

"Ohhhh you are! I mean I am!" she blurted. More sparks came from her neck as I could hear the wet, soft slurping between our hips. My precum started to mix with her flooding pussy juices as she started to make the bed creak with her bouncing ass.

"That's my good girl. Fuck you feel so good... you were built just for my pleasure, my brainless little slut," I muttered and I saw her eyes light up. I hadn't meant anything beside some dirtty talk, but she looked at me pleadingly as she bit her lip and nodded.

"Yes... please... master..." she mewled. Her shallow breathing told me she was getting close anyway... and we had done it before.

"You're lucky I'm feeling generous," I mutter, stroking the side of her face. "I'm giving you everything you want today." I accent the last line with a few firm thrusts that make her bounce as I feel around her hair line. It's a strange experience, but I can see her breathing heavier as her breasts heave with effort. She reached up to take my hand in hers and guide me to the stitched by her forehed, usually hidden by her bangs. I find the small switch and flip her head open in another of her bloodless openings. I don't pretend to know how she really works on a scientific level, but she seems happy and healthy as can be. I don't see the harm in a little brainless sex.

The top of Abby's head opens like a trash can lid as I feel around inside. Again, no blood or bone available; just what feels like an aluminum bowl with a dry, squish organ inside. I pick it up and I'm once again reminded of the old Nerf footballs I had when I was a kid. Whatever the doctor/my step-dad did for her, it was dryer, heavier, and a little greener than you saw in movies. I carefully set it on the night stand as I saw a big smile go across Abby's face. She let out a wordless grunt as she ran her hands over her chest, squishing and kneading them as her eyes go wide as saucers.

"That feel better?" I offered as I pulled her head shut again.

"NNNnnh!" She let out some mix of a primal grunt and a delicate mewl. Her thighs wrapped around my hips tightly enough for me to wince. Between that and removing her brain, I admit that I lost a bit of momentum, but she was quick to start humping harder.

"My brainless little slut," I repeat for her now that it's actually true. Her big, glassy eyes stare up at me in wonder as she suddenly doesn't even have the mental capacity to process everything that's going on. It leaves her with nothing to do but focus on the pleasure she's going through. Some folks like to be choked and some like kinky clothes. Mine likes sending her privates with me to work and letting me take her brain out while I fuck her.

"You want that brain back? You're going to have to squirt for it, my little fuck monster. You hear me, you graveyard bimbo?"

"Abby hear!!" she blurted, pleading and perhaps a little impatient. "Abby want!!" Despite what I'd expect from a female frankenstein, her voice is high and bubbly in this state. She's more Barbie than barbarian like this. More fucked silly than childlike. She let out a primal howl as I start to get my pace back, holding onto her solid hips as I slide against her big, warm pink clit.

"You feel that, sweetie? You feel that hard human dick in you?" I ask a bit breathlessly, glancing at her brain just to make sure it's still where I left it.

"Dick..." she panted, her mouth hanging open like she forgot every other word in her head. "Yummy... dick. Dick GOOOOOD!" She gave one last, huge groan as she arched her back, thrusting her big chest into me as the sparks shot out from her neck. I knew to keep my hands down while still kissing her deeply, letting her groan and drool over me as her eyes rolled back again. Her strong arms formed a vice around me, suddenly taking the work away as she bounced on my cock. She kept squirting and grinding, but even when she stopped cumming she went on moaning and groaning as she rode me. I think her brain wasn't there to tell her she had stopped orgasming, so she was still riding that same drawn out wave of pleasure. At least it gave me time to cum inside her as well, letting our mixed fluids drip out down her thighs. No worries about kids with her... though the doctor offered to build us some if we ever wanted.

She seems to tire out (or just catch up with herself) when she's been cumming for about three minutes, slowing to a gentle grind against my lap. I give up on holding her up and drop to the bed, pinning her beneath me as I fumble around for her organ and drop it back into her literal brainpan. I snap her head shut again and she gives a sudden gasp as if she hadn't been breathing for hours (if she had to breathe to begin with). "Oh fuck!" she gasped, suddenly releasing me and flopping onto the bed. "Oh god... I missed that. I missed you. I missed all that soooo much!"

A cool hand ran over my face, pulling me in for another gentle kiss. I smiled and licked her lips as we parted. "Sorry if I've been busy lately," I confessed.

"I understand. But I meant what I said."

"Oh you mean 'dick good?" I asked in a slurred voice.

"Oh my god, did I actually say that?!" she gasped, covering her mouth. "I fucking DID, didn't I? Why didn't you stop me!?" She thumped my chest with a playful punch, though it still stung pretty hard.

"Ow. Maybe because you were in the middle of cumming your literal brains out. You know you love it."

"Well I MEANT the part where I want a piece of me to go with you."

"I've got your heart," I said, smiling as I rested my head on her chest. "Isn't that enough?"

"Sometimes..." she sighed, rising and dropping her big bosom under me. "But... for those other times... maybe we could try something?"

I made a point to take my breaks alone after that. I used the empty backoffice when I could, or just made a bathroom break or used my car when that was taken. Some people asked about my new stress ball and why it looked so strange. I told them it was a gift from my wife, which wasn't untrue. I just never told anyone that it was just a few layers of fabric over a piece of my undead wife. I went back to the break room, shutting the door tight and taking out my new toy. I peeled off some of the fabric, exposing Abby's pussy before calling her up.

"Missing something again?" I teased as I slid my finger into the toy.

"You've been teasing me all day," Abby purred on the other end. "You're so mean."

"It's a stressful day," I laughed, sliding my thumb along her clit. I rolled back enough of the soft fabrics to expose the rest of her pound of flesh that was her vagina and a few inches of flesh around it. She had made my own "living" pocket pussy. "I just needed to play with my toy to vent a little. You ready to do the same?"

"Blow my mind, baby," she moaned in my ear.