It wasn't our first Valentine's Day together, but it was one that I wanted to make special for her. I'd been married to Abomination Steinbacher as my man-made frankenwife for five years, and I know there's a lot of traditions about anniversaries and things, but I don't think any of those traditions assumed your wife would be made out of mismatched reanimated corpses. We were left sitting on the bed, about to exchange gifts. Abby was dressed in some tight jeans I always liked and a partly unbuttoned blouse for some practical but vaguely flirty clothes.
Abby got me my usual favorites; a small mix of candies, a new video game, and some sex toys she'd inevitably break within a week. I'd decided to go a little extra hard on this one, even if it was more of a late Christmas present for how complicated it ended up being.
"Oh, sweetie! You didn't!" Abby gasped as she opened up her lacey pink box.
"I got some help from your dad, and he says it should work like I'm hoping it will," I explained carefully.
She called the mad scientist who had built her dad, so by now it had rubbed off on me. She was beaming with excitement as she reached into her present and pulled out the realistic-looking heart. Arteries and ventricles or whatever and all.
"I know you always had my heart and I just wanted you to have one of your own. Even if you've already got the biggest heart of anybody I know."
"Ohhh, hon! That's so sweet. C'mere!"
Abby got me in her iron grip, squeezing with all her undead might. I just leaned into it with my usual approach; avoid her stitching and hug her back to run my hands over her mismatched skin and hair. It had the benefit of missing out on the back-cracking force of her full power hug just because her hand was still holding her gift.
"So how does it work? I never had a working heart before," Abby pried curiously.
"Well it's complicated," I explained. That was to say, I wasn't entirely sure. The doctor and his swarm of sexy clone assistants did most of the actual work on it.
"But the idea was it would make you… well, do you remember that song Like A Virgin?"
Abby perked up an eyebrow (her black one on her tanner patch of skin; not the blonde one).
"Doc said it should affect your emotional state and sensitivity to a point where when you have it installed, it should scramble the uh… stimuli, I think, enough to where sex will feel like it's new again. You're already human enough as it is, so that was the best use of it I could think of… giving you a virgin heart. Made of synthetic virgins, by the way! Mostly leather. I think the doc said he ended up using lizard parts, since they're technically all virgins…"
Her eyes widened and she cracked another excited smile.She thrust it back into my hands and clapped her hands excitedly.
"That sounds amazing! I can't wait to try it out!"
We had already had dinner so it seemed as good a time as any. I gestured upward and Abby pulled off her t-shirt. Her stitched in place tits bounced out with their usual weighty girth, and the bolts on her neck crackled a bit to help her process her excitement. I took one of her breasts and by putting the right pressure in the right spots, I turned it like a safecracker and removed it for her. Abby was always this hodgepodge of a woman, and I'd done enough maintenance on her when her joints or extremities started getting stiff that I knew my way around her in ways a normal human just physically couldn't.
There was nothing underneath the breast; just a very slight indentation in her torso where the breast could screw back on like a very sexy lid to a thermos. I lightly ran my thumb across Abby's nipple, and even detached from her body it made her bite her lips and squirm.
I popped the heart into her chest, remembering the instructions from her father. One valve pointing inward, the other out, I wedged it into place and saw her shudder a little. It was a lot like her expression when we'd take her brain out for some especially savage sex. I fastened her breast back on and watched her closely. Already, she was breathing a bit heavier and blankly staring ahead.
"Okay… okay, I didn't know… I don't know THIS."
Abby gestured around her head in general, ending up brushing her fingers through her hair. She ran across the white streak before going through the brunette center and her blonde ponytail. She stared ahead of her like she was seeing some amazing view instead of her husband of several years.
"So it's working?"
Abby gawked and nodded.
"Oh yes. It's… I'm like I'm seeing in color for the first time. Or you just showed me chocolate. It's hard just to process everything right now, like… OOH!"
She shivered at some sudden chill, hugging her arms around her topless body. I smiled at her random little bursts of seemingly new pleasures, and I had to know how this was going to turn out.
I cupped her breasts and kneaded them gently. It was a basic warmup for her usually, but Abby let out a husky cry and leaned into me. I held up her heavy body by the tits and she shivered violently, shutting her eyes and moaning until she drooled over me.
"Oh my god… ohhhh, baby, what are you doing to me?" she pleaded.
"I'm just playing with your tits as usual," I reminded her.
I did notice that the more I lingered, the more I felt it. A very slow but steady pulse came from her chest. It felt like something I'd expect to hear on a movie as someone was dying, low and too far apart, but it was a lot more than her usual cool, pulseless body.
"But it feels like my clit is on my nipples," she moaned and whined.
Her wriggling just bobbed her boobs around in my hand, dragging them over my palms and making her twitch even more. She bit her lip as her eyes rolled back into her head, and I lifted a hand just long enough to pull her lip back out of her teeth. She could still lose track of her own strength sometimes, and putting her lip back on was a pain in the ass.
"You really like that, huh?" I pried.
She nodded heavily, her mouth parted just enough that she drooled over her chest and my hands. I chuckled and lowered my head, taking one of her nipples into my mouth. She screamed loud enough that I stopped, but her pounding pulse picked up a bit. Abby just collapsed back onto the bed, popping her breasts out of my grasp as she shivered like wild. She smiled widely and started giggling madly.
"Oh my… oh wow! Stop~! I can't~!" she laughed while her body arched, as if I were somehow tickling her from afar. Her cheeks blushed in two different shades while
Her sudden retreat left me empty handed, but even with all her spastic giggling she started feeling up her own tits. She moaned and gasped, and with a firm flick of her wrist she popped her hands off from her arms. She moaned as I watched her groping herself with her own disembodied hands.
"Keep goin'!" she panted, staring at me wild-eyed.
"I just can't stop. I can't stop I can't stop!" she squeaked out more and more desperately.
"How does anybody with a pulse just not do this all the time?!"
"It's admittedly pretty tough," I confessed as I smiled down at my pathetically horny wife.
I took hold of her tight jeans and pulled them off her. I experimentally rubbed through her panties, stroking gently over her pussy. She gasped sharply enough that she stopped breathing altogether, which would have been more of a concern with anybody who was legally alive. I just gave a parting stroke and left them behind to pull down her damp panties too.
It was like the open air on her skin was enough to make Abby shiver. She curled up a bit but her thick thighs popped immediately open when I ran a hand across them. Her hips bucked and she let out needy whining noises, like her confused arousal was consuming everything about her.
I ran a hand over her pussy and it was like turning on a faucet. She gave a shrill gasp and a steady trickle of precum ran from her slit. My undead bride let out her deep breath as a long and squeaky ramble.
"Ohfuckohjeezohimcan'twhattawhateveruhhnnn…"
Her hips already bucked sharply.
"How… how deep are you?" she mewled as her eyes fluttered towards the ceiling.
"That's not even half a finger," I pointed out to her, curling my fingertip a little inside her.
"It's WHAT?!"
I laughed and stripped out of my clothes as quickly as I could.
"Oh this I've got to see!" I decide as I climb on top of my thick lover.
Seeing me up there made her swallow hard, and I could feel the firm drumming of her heart pounding away beneath me. She smiled meekly, her eyes watering as she looked so cutely overwhelmed by her body trying to remember what sex is.
"Please go easy," she panted heavily, but her smile broke wide. "But don't. I want it so bad but I can't even… literally can't even… it's like you popped my brain out but I can still think and it doesn't help at all because my pussy's thinking for me~!"
I let her talk herself in circles for a bit before I decided to go all in. I thrust deep inside her and her powerful body bucked in one big ripple, letting out a long and shrill howl. I'd have worried the doc swapped her sense of arousal for pain by her initial reaction, but she threw her arms around me and dragged me down into her with her gorilla-like strength. I couldn't have pulled out if I wanted with her arms strapping me down against her and burying my face between her tits. The thumping heart was like hearing a noisy neighbor's speakers through some thin walls.
"Oh fuck! What are you… what is this!? Oh god, how do you even do this? Everything is so… burning, but good!" Abby ranted.
"You fucking sex god! You… you can't… can't stop…"
I did my best to bite back a smile. I was hardly a few deep thrusts inside her and the virginity reboot was already driving her wild.
I started pumping my hips, watching my brawny brute of a wife shake and twitch with the slightest movement. When she wasn't rambling she was drooling over herself or gulping it back when she thought to. My humping was matched by a thick, wet sucking sound of her soaking wet pussy eager to accept me.
I couldn't be too surprised when she shrieked and came, the shrill noise accompanying her deeply thudding heartbeat. I kept pumping against her strong and meaty thighs catching me on every thrust, pounding her clit that worked like a miniature seizure button on the overloaded beauty. She was well past the ability to focus hard enough to speak, just jibbering and giggling as she quivered beneath me. Her mindless shivering and squirting worked like a vibrating sex toy around my cock, and watching her basically cumming her brains out for the last ten minutes was arousing enough for me to cum inside her. I leaned in closer but I don't think she even noticed amidst her own ecstasy. Her whole body kept flexing and shaking until she just fell apart.
There's a lot of questions about how Abby works that I still don't understand but it seemed like she just overworked basically every part she had trying to keep up with these new feelings. With a few harmless popping sounds, her arms and legs fell loose and her head arched back hard and fast enough to topple right off her shoulders. Her panting face rolled down the pillows and ended up staring up at me from beside her own waist.
"Oh… oh fuck… okay. Okay, the heart works," she panted frantically.
Her eyes were wide open like they were trying to pop out of her head. Rather than risk that, I decided it was best to settle her down. I unfastened her breast again, her hand still groping the nipple and her limbless torso still stuck steady on my dick. As much as I'd like to toy with that in front of her sometime, I detached her heart from its little crevice. Abby's detached head immediately started breathing deeply, starting to calm down as the pounding pulse died out as soon as I removed it.
"Oh gosh~!" she gushed, eyelids fluttering as she got her head back on straight. So to speak. She was still decapitated, after all.
"Oh I can still feel it… that weird little beat and the cumming thing," she added a bit sheepishly.
She smiled up at me and puckered her lips. I leaned down as I pulled out of her and kissed her on the lips.
"You do know most humans just get their girls a heart-SHAPED box, right?" Abby sighed dreamily.
"Yea, but you deserve the best. Happy Valentine's Day, babe," I assured her.
-x-X-x-
Life with Abby was always a delight. She was sweet and strange enough to keep things interesting while being absolutely adorable, and her mismatched body meant we had no shortage of variety to keep our lives and sex lives interesting. It just would be wrong to say that it didn't come with its own complications.
I was doing some light work fixing the coffee table when I heard Abby shriek in the other room. It was followed by the sound of crashing and thumping as something fell over. I hurried up and ran into the other room to find Abomination there. She was standing in the bedroom looking surprised but unhurt (as unhurt as the stitched up dead beauty could look), but she was staring at a mess by one of the closets. She was dressed in her snug blue jeans that I liked and a tank top for hanging out around the house that always showed off her curves nicely.
"Sweetieeee?" she called nervously over her shoulder.
"What happened?" I asked as I started towards her, watching my step in case I had to avoid anything sharp.
"Oh! You might want to stay back a little," Abby warned carefully.
I stopped in my tracks, worried about broken glass or the like. Abby didn't technically have blood or pain receptors in her patchwork body, but I naturally worried about my wife.
"Okay? What happened?"
"Well I was cleaning up my supply closet…"
I nodded automatically. I rarely went into Abby's closet without her expressly telling me what she needed out of there. I'd put away her laundry sometimes, but that was in another closet entirely. This was where she kept her spare parts. Extra limbs, new bolts, the flesh stapler, tons of needle and thread, a bit of synthetic skin from her dad's lab…
"But then I just got so startled and I tipped a few things over."
I sniffed the air as something hit my nose. The smell of sterilizing chemicals and gauze and… peppermint? I realized what had happened immediately.
"Oh! I forgot that I left that candle going. I was freshening up the smell before you got to cleaning. I know how you get about candles."
Abby nodded meekly. "Right. Fire bad," she agreed quietly.
I leaned over the bed and blew the candle out for her like I was any other husband taking care of a spider for their wife. That was when I saw the real mess we'd caused. Most of her supplies were still resting on the shelves, but she had knocked over several pickle jar-sized containers. There was a light green chemical on the floor with what appeared to be a half dozen or more preserved brains. The jars were still intact, but the dry, soft brains themselves had fallen out with the fluids.
"Alright. I'll get a towel and we can get these back inside," I assured her.
Abby gave an uncertain groan. Her darker-skinned arm reached out and caught by wrist, and the frown on her face tensing the white streaks at her temples that cut through her black hair (before unnaturally turning into a blonde ponytail).
"That's the thing… I'm not sure which one is which. I was hoping you could… help me pop them in and see?"
"Oh. It's one of those problems..."
Abby picked up one of the brains and tucked it under her arm. She started setting the jars back on their shelf as she casually handled the portable organ. I had taken Abby's brain out a few times now, between cleaning and just for kink purposes. I was used to handling them, closer to a Nerf ball than anything terribly organic in texture. She sat on the bed and gave me an uncertain look.
"Oh, my friend had a bunch of VHS tapes he's put movies on. One time he knocked them all out of their boxes so we were just putting in tape after tape and seeing what movie it was. Shouldn't be too different."
"Thanks for helping," Abby said as she turned to sit facing away from me.
My frankenwife sat patiently as I felt along the back of her head, carefully brushing her ponytail aside. My thumb found the latch near her hairline and flicked it up, popping her hair and upper skull back like a trash can lid that exposed her brain.
"Ok. You're gonna get a little dopey for a second, but I'll pop you right back in," I warned.
Abby nodded and passed me her spare brain. I held onto it and paused, looking at the row of jars on the shelf. They were labeled things like "Monster Guard" and "Max IQ."
"Do you actually need extra brains? Like is this going to wipe your memory or anything?"
Abby shook her head. It made her hair flop around strangely at the 90 degree angle in a way that made me bite back a laugh.
"Not much. My core personality's in here even when I don't have a brain at all. I may act a little loopy or forgetful but it catches up before too long. It just helps me process things differently. I've swapped them when you weren't around if I needed help doing the taxes or a part of my head was on the fritz."
"I'm absolutely jealous," I admitted, making her giggle.
I hooked my fingers against the side of her brain and popped it out. Abby's mouth immediately went slack and her eyelids drooped, giving a lazy, listless laugh like she'd just become instantly and cartoonishly high. I set her primary brain on a pillow somewhere out of the way. We'd messed around with it plenty of times, mostly when she wanted a bit of brainless bimbofication in the bedroom, so I was used to handling the surprisingly firm but spongy part of my wife. I planted a kiss on her cheek and her arm listed up, half-stroking and half-slapping my face.
"Loooove pretty husband," she drooled out as I popped one of her extra brains in.
Abby twitched wildly for a second before her face sharpened up. She stood as her posture stiffened to her full, impressive height and her hair frizzed up for a moment before she seemed to even back out. She looked back at me blankly for a moment, then a blush ran across her pale, bloodless face until it nearly matched the naturally darker patch around her one eye.
"Oh… guten tag?" she greeted me uncertainly.
"Hi, Abby," I said, waving carefully at her. "Is it working okay?"
"Oh, ya. I ahm hard working German girl vith very legitimate passport. I am to luff my visit to America, ya."
"Uhhh…"
"I am vith mein papa. Mein mother was lost in a tragic alibi. Ach! I mean, accident! So silly of me and mein clumsy English, ya!?"
Abby smiled very widely at me. I gave her an uncertain look before I hopped up and checked the jars, skimming the labels until I found one that fit. "Charming Foreigner" certainly seemed to fit the bill. When I had first met Abby, she was introduced to me as Abomination Steinbacher. If the mad scientist who was her father had come from overseas, this must have been how he managed to sneak her in by posing as his daughter.
"Think I found it," I called back to her.
Before I could turn, I felt Abby's breasts mash against my back and her strong arms slink around my middle. She stroked my chest and moaned lustily into my ear.
"Ah, herr inspector. Zere is no need to go through my things. I am sure ve can come to… arrangement, ya?"
Abby reached around and squeezed my bulge through my pants. It felt like she was roleplaying extra hard, and it was genuinely kind of sexy. She was still my wife and she was still conscious of it on some level, according to her, but it felt naughty all the same.
"Vat a big American schnitzel you have too," she cooed as she ground her thick hips against my ass.
"You're not even speaking German at this point," I gently called her out. "You sound like you're about to start yodeling. Still hot, though."
I tipped my head back and kissed her over my shoulder. Abby moaned and met my lips with pleasure, putting her tongue to good use in my mouth. I turned to face her, even as her hand popped off at the wrist to stay clinging to my crotch. It wasn't until I felt it wriggling between us that she gasped.
"Oh! Silly me! I zimply cannot keep my hands to mein self! Eet is ah… hehe… prosthetic, ya?" she bluffed, still trying to play innocent about her being undead.
"We'll see about that," I said with an air of mock authority. "One thing I do know is that a good, normal American girl would be a great lover."
I plucked up her hand and handed… offered it back to her. Abby's eyes lit up and she nodded. When we passed it off her disembodied hand squeezed mine back. We shared a smile and a laugh over it before she eased it off of me and quickly twisted it back into place with her clasps and simple stitches.
"Oh ya! Ees good point, no?" she cooed, stepping closer to bump her breasts into my chest.
She smiled as I saw the familiar look of adoration in her mismatched eyes. It felt like we were having some kind of undead, brain-swapping meetcute all over again. I guess switching brains was an unusual but quick way to keep the romance fresh in the relationship.
I slid an arm around her waist, holding her multicolored body against me. Her big, mismatched eyes stared lovingly up at me as I pulled her into a kiss. Her body didn't budge for a second before her ridiculously strong figure realized what I was doing and leaned in to join me, meeting my lips with hers. Her arms wrapped around my back and lifted me off the floor with minimal effort, pulling our faces closer together. Her neck bolts crackled with excitement as I ground my bulging crotch against hers. Her eyes fluttered as she stared at me with this gorgeous mix of recognition and falling in love all over again.
"Ohhh ya," Abby moaned in her cheesy accent as she rolled her thick hips to rub against mine.
I squeezed her big undead ass and pulled her into a kiss. Abby's moans went into my mouth as we made out and her hands went around my back. She squeezed me tightly with her absurd strength, lifting me off my feet with an even deeper hug and kiss. She pulled at my pants a little too eagerly, ripping them right off me with a loud tear. She dropped me back on the bed and yanked my underwear down hard enough that I toppled over onto my back. I looked up as my frankenwife bent over, stripping down to nothing until she kicked off her panties finally.
"Alright, mein big strong American friend. Letten Abby show you how ve do in ze old country."
The old country, apparently, was big on twerking. Abby shook and bounced her juicy ass for me, her pale cheeks clapping together a few times before she sat back on my lap. Her thick cheeks swallowed up my cock, squashing it between her buns. Abby hummed lustily, running her hands under and over her breasts to get herself off more. She gyrated in place, rubbing me around with both cheeks until my raging hardon poked up her asshole. The familiar undead hole quickly warmed up as my leaking cock made a few warming pumps. She gave a shrill gasp as she started bouncing in place, riding me harder with her heavy body. I pulled on the blonde ponytail planted in her black hair, making her arch her back and ride even harder with a high-pitched wail. She rolled her hips from side to side, rolling my cock around her bowels like I was stirring her asshole. Her heavy weight kept bringing herself thumping down hard to shake my hips and our specially reinforced bed. She panted and gasped like a whore in heat until her neck bolts started crackling noisily. She tweaked her nipples as she played with herself, pinching hard and clumsy enough that they were making noises like a tuning radio.
"Ya! Ya! Frau husband! Your cockestein is so goot! Give me zat strong American stud cum~! Given me ze big strong American family, mein liebchen! I… I… AAAAAAACH DU LIEBER!"
Abby broke into a noisy, messy, and very German orgasm as she kept riding my cock. She may have scattered memories, but she was starting to remember that she was my wife and that she loved anal. Her bolts spat some more of her organic lightning out in a long, short-range burst past her shoulders. Her hair stood up for a few seconds as I creamed inside her bouncing ass, spreading the gooey warmth into her cool holes like a parting gift. My dick throbbed, twitching and wriggling inside her as I shot my load and softened up beneath her. I let out a deep breath, letting my muscles relax a little after spending so much energy supporting and withstanding her dropping weight.
"Mein gott… I can't believe I just schtupped my way into America vit ze immigration man's cock inside me!" Abby sighed happily.
"Hon, I'm not the 'immigration man,' and I know you don't actually speak German," I finally broke it to her.
I sat up and hugged her from behind, hugging her around the middle. She still cooed gently as I let my hands cup and squeeze her tits, toying with her still-hard nipples. She purred appreciatively, relaxing in my grip as my cock popped out of her ass.
"But I still love you, and I'll see you in a second."
"Ya… see you soon," she sighed dreamily as she squeezed my arm.
I flipped the latch by her temple and popped her head open, plucking the brain back out. Abby gave a brainless moan as she sagged into my grip, barely staying seated in my lap as she wobbled drunkenly. I had enough post-nut clarity to remember what we were doing here, so I slid out from under my babbling wife and checked the labels on her jars. "German Maiden." A perfect match. I popped it in, sealed it up and grabbed another of her loose brains.
This one was odd. The color, size and shape seemed a little different than the other brains. I shrugged and popped it in, resealing Abby's skull. Her eyes lit up as she looked at me with a curious, blank stare.
"Hiii, Abby. Do you remember me?"
She nodded rapidly.
"Good start! So what? Are you the brain of a mime or-?"
"BARK!"
"Come again?"
"BARK BARK!"
Abby flopped forward, landing on the bed on her hands and knees. She smiled dopily, letting her tongue hang out and panting as she scampered clumsily on all fours. It made her tits hang and wobble temptingly while her raised butt bobbed with each crawling step. She circled the bed and sniffed the air curiously. She didn't even actually bark; her human body and what was clearly a dog brain didn't quite sync up, so she was genuinely saying the word "bark" rather than copying the noise. I had to smile at the sight of her sniffing around our bed. She was both cute and kind of sexy moving around in that position.
"Ok, calm down, Abs. I think we know which brain this one is. We can… Ab? Abby? Over here."
Abby hunched down as she looked at me, shaking her hips around like she was trying to wag her tail. She pawed at the bedspread, drooling over it happily as her boobs squashed up beneath her chest.
"C'mere, Abby. Gimme that brain already. Come here. Commme," I urged a little more sternly.
Abby's face lit up with a wide and sloppy smile. "CUM! Cum, George!" she barked and pounced right on me, burying her face in my lap.
She quickly reminded me that I hadn't bothered getting dressed between brains. Abby hungrily started licking my crotch, smearing her slobbery tongue over my cock and balls. I yelped and twitched as she started giving me the sloppiest blowjob I'd ever had. She couldn't even keep me in her mouth with her tongue slapping my cock around, making it smack her in the lips and nose as she recklessly worshiped it.
"Ahh! Eaaaasy, girl! Abby! Heel!" I babbled as my sensitive dick still managed to get back in a throbbing state on such short notice.
"Woof woof!"
Abby pulled back and balanced awkwardly on her knees. She held her arms in front of her, crooked downward like she was struggling to keep from falling back on all fours. She panted and stared expectantly as her clumsy arms squeezed her tits together even tighter and looking even bigger. Her squatting legs presented her wet pussy, her puffy lips open and waiting in front of her. I tried to figure out what to do with her to get her under control, but I just started picturing her with a collar and a leash, maybe even walking her around to show off to everyone in town…
"Okay, but I am not having sex with every brain tonight. No matter how cute and fuckable you are," I warned firmly.
"Happy dog noise!" Abby yipped.
"Whatever you say. There's a good girl," I assured her.
I reached out gently and petted her hair. Abby gave a happy little murr as she leaned her head into my hand. I ran my other hand down her body, rubbing down her breasts and belly. She gladly let my hand roam over her, especially when my wandering hand rubbed her pussy. She gave a puppy-like whine as she bounced in place, pumping her hips into my fingers. Her pussy juice and her drool leaked down on my hands.
"Gooood girl. Now roll over," I directed her gently.
Abby flopped over onto her back, rocking and wriggling playfully on the bed. She pawed clumsily at the air with all four limbs. I mounted her, fitting between her thick thighs to slip my cock inside her. She gave a short yip as I entered her, then trailed into a long, low mewling. I pumped steadily inside her, making her tits bounce between her paws… I mean arms. She kept them crooked like she didn't know how to fully straighten them, staring up at me as she panted excitedly.
"Bark~! Bark~!" she chimed in a happy cheer, staring wide-eyed with her tongue hanging out of her mouth.
Abby's tongue flopped around, making her drool more as she bobbed in place from my dickings. Her sewn-on boobs bounced and clapped as she panted faster. Her legs flexed and squeezed at my sides, pulling me in deeper with each pump. I leaned on her breasts, breathing heavier as I started working up a sweat.
"Oh fuck… Abs, I know you like it when I fuck you like an animal but this… this hits different. This how you like it, babe?"
Abby leaned her head up to mine and ran her tongue up my cheek.
"Rrrrruff!" she growled lustily.
I suspected Abby was starting to grow smarter than she was behaving, but I was too deep inside her to be annoyed by it. I just squeezed her tits and humped harder, rocking her body until my entire focus was on the sensation in my dick and the delighted, dopey look on my wife's face. She gave a long, low growl as I gasped, nutting inside her to fill up her other hole. Abby gave a shrill howl as she arched her back, pushing her hips up into mine to keep me slapping into her pelvis. The meaty slap of our colliding hips spurred her pussy on until her howl reached a high peak and her neck crackled with more electrifying arousal. She thrust hard up at me hard enough to actually toss me back a few inches. My cock came squelching out of her slit, spilling some of my cum out with it while she gushed herself. Her jaw dropped as she trembled in place, squirting her orgasm in a slutty mess. It was hot enough that I didn't realize right away that I was holding one of her tits, popped loose in her horny thrashing.
"Whoops…" I muttered breathlessly as Abby finally stopped shuddering. She flopped down on her back and I slid up next to her, pressing her boob back onto the empty patch of her chest until it clicked back into place. Abby smiled and gave a happy little whine, raising her head to lick my face and lap her tongue inside my mouth.
"Ahh! Dog breath! Dick breath!" I laughed as I wiped my mouth off.
I gave her a quick kiss back and flipped her lid back open. I scooped her brain out and quickly found a jar marked "Sparky." Abby went back into her blissful groan, flopping back into the bed with her eyes rolling.
"Braaaains…." she gurgled.
"I know, I know. I'm looking," I tutted her. "You've only got a few sexy brains left. Try this one on for size."
My cock twitched as I started to wonder if I was actually going to see another sexy side of my wife. I set the brain in place and pushed her head shut. The blank look left Abby's face as her lip curled up in a strange sneer. My undead wife's hips wiggled as she rose up and swept a hand through her hair, slicking it back into an improvised… pompadour?
"Whoa there, bubba," she grunted in a lowered voice with some kind of funky southern drawl. "You're in the presence of the queen. How 'bout you go fixin' us some peanut butter an' banana sandwiches, and don't go steppin' on my blue suede shoes now."
It took me a second to think about all that at once, then I reached right for her skull.
"...you know what? I'm not gonna ask how your family got Elvis' brain, but I'm definitely not gonna have sex with it."
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We sorted through a few more brains in rapid succession. A cold and obedient assassin, a nerd who couldn't see without her glasses (glasses that didn't exist, to my knowledge), a blank and open-minded sort that was surprisingly smooth to the touch… I finally got them all in the right place before returning Abby's normal brain. She shivered as she snapped back to her normal senses, rubbing her temples.
"Ooh! That was fun! I haven't broken those out in a long time."
"And I'm sure your dad has a lot of great stories to go with them that I am terrified to hear," I assured her.
I patted Abby on her on the shoulder and kissed her cheek.
"But you're always my favorite. Even compared to the other Abby's."
"Awww, sweetie~!"
Abby hugged me around the neck and kissed me back. Her neckbolts crackled enough to give me a light static shock, and she gave them a curious tap.
"Ooh… right. If I knew I was going to be cumming that much, I'd have asked you to plug my cellphone into me."
"It's not my fault every part of you is horny for me," I laughed.
"It is so, you little flirt," my multicolored love giggled.
She smiled wider and flashed me a wink.
"Maybe next time we're feeling frisky, you can help me try on one of my other pairs of tits," she offered coyly.