We're All Mad Here
(Appears in "Zippered Flesh 2: More Tales Of Body Enhancements Gone Bad!")
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Blurb:
So, you loved the first ZIPPERED FLESH anthology? Well, here are yet more tales of body enhancements that have gone horribly wrong! Steroids from Hell. Horrendous piercings. Bizarre brain modifications. Obscene amputations. Facial reconstruction. Self-mutilation. Implants. Chilling tales by some of the best horror and suspense writers today, determined to keep you fearful all night (and skittish during the day).
Excerpt:
Catherine "Cat" Dean held Frankie as close as she could, her face buried deep in his chest. She loved the smell of soap and the finest cologne emanating from her one true love. Her heart swelled with love as she wrapped her arms around him. She had never loved anyone as much as she loved Frankie. He snored as he slept, a habit he'd had since he was very young. She tweaked his ears, and he growled as he turned away from her. She rubbed his belly in response, and he curled into her shoulder, content as can be and completely oblivious to what was going to happen to him in the morning. Cat felt so guilty over his future she fed him his favorite swordfish dish for dinner that evening.
Frankie was going to have his balls snipped.
Frankie, or more accurately, Catsahaulics Cinco de Meow of Frankincense and Purr, had already fathered several prize-winning kittens from a number of pedigreed Ragdolls Cat had specially selected. Only the finest Ragdolls would share Frankie's bed. Ne'er would a local stray diddle with her pwecious Fwankie-Wankie. The laid back Ragdoll had spread his magnificent seed for cat-kind, and Cat had the Blue Ribbons and First Place trophies to prove it. It was time for her resplendent pussy to retire and enjoy the golden years beyond his short stint as a stud.
Hence, the snipping. No respectable plastic surgeon in the state would dare to give Cat the surgeries she needed for both herself and Frankie so she was forced to rely on a back street cosmetic surgeon who wanted to be paid in cash. Whilst poor Frankie would be rendered an "it" after his neutering, Cat couldn't allow her best breeder the humiliation of castration. Oh, no, she insisted the surgeon insert fake testicles called Ballz into her cat's nut sack. Of course, the surgeon knew this surgery was done more to appease Cat's guilt feelings than any real humiliation the cat might have felt over being rendered unmanly, but at $250.00 per nut, he wasn't complaining.
The surgery didn't stop there, though.
This surgeon also transformed Cat from an overweight, jowled fifty-three year old woman to his finest masterpiece. Not content with the body she was born with, she sought to nip it here and tuck it there until she looked beautiful beyond belief. Today, Cat treated herself to another eyelift and cheek implants.
She paid good money to transform her own face and body into the image of Frankie. Catherine Dean wanted more than anything in the world to look like a cat.
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