You are trapped in a mad science lab

You awake to bright lights. You hear a beeping sound and you realize it is a heartbeat monitor. As the world around you comes into focus you realize you are clamped to a gurney-table that is vertical so that you are in a standing position. You are enclosed in a cylinder of glass, your naked body lit by bright, white lights.

"Ah, you are awake," says a familiar voice. "Good."

You squint at the light and see that a figure is standing at a large control system. Professor Klaus Frankenstein is tall and thin, older than anyone you've ever met, his liver-spotted head covered in an explosion of white hair. He is not wearing the white lab coat you are accustomed to seeing, but rather a black and red fascistic costume. He looks like the classic depiction of a mad scientist. He spent decades helping run Monster Island as a training ground, but apparently he has had a change of heart.

"I was so glad to see you met Miss Meadows," he says. You look and you see the green-hued intructor, clothed once again in her lingerie, lounging like a kitten against a sheet-covered object. "I have someone else I want to introduce you to."

Frankenstein operates the control console and the sheet-covered object begins to tilt to face you. With a wave of his hand Kat Meadows pulls away the sheet and you gasp in horror at what is revealed. Standing nearly seven feet tall is a monstrosity of dead flesh sewn together with thick sutures. It has been assembled with the eyes of a pervert, with huge thighs and hips, a shapely body joined together from different parts of different races. The bare cunt is disturbing, but the huge breasts and head are more disturbing still. They belong to Headmistress Swift. You feel sick.

"You killed her!" you cry.

"No, I have given her greater life! She will live on as my bride, her beautiful mind my companion for all of time. Gorgeous and perfect, made from all the best parts."

You kick at the glass tube in anger. "You old fool, you'll be dead in a year or two! How many died for your perverted plan?"

"Old? Yes, this body is wasting away. I could extend my life another decade or two with certain treatments. But I had a better idea." He smiles and returns to the console. "I'll take your body, Miss Finch. Your muscular little body, in the prime of youth, a ripe apple for me to pluck. But I need to make a few adjustments first."

You gasp as gas begins to flood the chamber. You feel a strange, prickling sensation as electricity washes over you, cascading from the tips of your ears, to your lips, to your breasts, to your now-hairless cunny and all the way down to their toes. You jerk against the restraints.

"Please remain still while I make some improvements," says Frankenstein.