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A Premature Inheritance
By DX
Copyrighted 1/2001, 1/2025, all rights reserved.
Her black gloved hands sparkled with expensive and gaudy rings as she shook the doctor's hand. "It was a most beautiful ceremony. Howard would have loved it." Her eyes smiled flirtatiously from beneath her black veil. "Had I not known better, I would have sworn he was dead."
The doctor nodded to the compliment. "Everything to your liking, Angela?"
Angela smiled. "Worth every penny. A minor investment with huge payoffs. The reading of the will is tomorrow." She laughed breathlessly. "That's when they officially turn over everything to the weeping widow.” Her eyes flashed. “And I will be weeping.”
"I'm just glad we can be of service. Would you like to see the final results?"
"Is he here?" Angela looked amazed.
The doctor nodded. "Right this way." He motioned her to the bookcase. He pressed a hidden stud and it silently slipped aside and exposed the entrance to the lab.
The room was cluttered with medical equipment and machines whispering secrets to one another. Monitors flickered mindlessly, and filled the room with eerie light. In the center of the room, strapped to a vertical slab, was a woman.
The doctor presented her like a game show host. "Here's Howard!"
Angela's eyes were wide with surprise as she lifted her widow's veil to get a better look at the image of perfect beauty. Large, ozone blue eyes nested in long black lashes peered straight ahead, longingly, lovingly. Her doll like face and near non-existent nose were smooth and sculpted. Her full, oh so kissable lips of dark blood glistened in the sterile light. Her delicate swan neck poured like cream into her expansive, oversized breasts which were perched atop a tiny breath wide waist that, if it was not for the heavy boned corset, she would have simply folded in half. Her callipygous hips were balanced on her long, long legs that disappeared into tiny, tiny feet.
Angela suddenly realized her mouth was open in aghast and closed it. She could not believe this was her pudgy, balding husband. She felt positively ugly, and patted under her chin with the black of her bejeweled fingers. "Schedule me for a chin tuck, would you?"
The doctor’s face flickered with confusion then he smiled. "You are perfect the way you are." The doctor then regarded Howard. "And besides, it’s not plastic surgery. Don't get me wrong, there is major reconstructive surgery involved. Since you said it was our discretion of the disposal of Howard, we decided on our most popular sex toy model."
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