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Velloween is a series I've wanted to do for a bit now. But lack of time, skill and such stopped it until this year. This year the series, loosely inspired by the Frankenstein series of old (mostly the Universal one but Hammer too) will live. Again. For the first time.
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Thunder raged overhead. The flashes of light from the angry sky illuminating the lone figure of the castle of Dr. Freakenstein, jutting from the land like an angry spire. Inside, the Doctor, reviled by the people for his ungodly work, was busy with another nefarious creation...
"His dick needs to be bigger!"
Dr. Freakenstein sighed through gritted teeth as he heard the exclamation behind him. The frail old man turning slowly and adjusting his monocle as he regarded the speaker, his first creation. FrankenVel had been the culmination of a lifetime of work. Science, alchemy, tax fraud, all had gone into the creation, to create life from the dead.
And thats when everything had gone downhill.
Oh sure he had created life, and the creature was more then he hoped for, shi was like a tiger amongst the rabbits of humanity! And shi knew that. Which is why he was now making a SECOND monster to keep hir...company.
He sighed and ran a hand through his frizzy hair, trying to think up a way to explain this that wouldn't result in something being blown up.
"Mein dear....it took me seven weeks and 53 grave robbings to make a dick ZAT big! To make it bigger would..."
"Make it bigger or you can shove the next angry rabble down your own dick."
That stopped the stuttering doctor mid-diatribe. His gaze darting down to the...monstrously bloated balls his creation was sporting. A few nearby villagers had come along as they tended to do, fire and pitch forks and the like. And as had happened every time before Frankenvel had met them at the gate and the rabble went home with their tail between their legs...barring the ones who had been to slow and gotten shoved down the monsters cock. They'd stopped struggling long ago and were well beyond the doctors ability to reanimate judging by all the sloshing.
He looked from those swollen orbs, to the creation on the slab, and finally to the thunderstorm raging outside.
"I'll tell Igor to grab ze good shovels..."
Posted by Finetti 5 years ago Report
That's a unique setting for cock vore
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Posted by UnforsakenFantasy 5 years ago Report
Hair is kinda ridiculous, but boy would I love to see how this transpired. Needs a cockvore comic, I like everything else about her
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