Marge goggled as her clone emerged dripping and nude from the tank. "She's perfect in every way."
Cloned eyes ran along Marge's assets, "Why are you wearing leather" as her nose crinkled.
With a gasp, Marge grabbed Doc Ditto's arm. "What's wrong with her?" She turned to the doctor, "I thought she would be me, dirty filthy thoughts and all?"
Moans and groans came from the broom closet. Her clone was gone but slick footprints revealed her location. 1/x
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Both yanked open the door to find Ditto's assistant Yuri balls-deep in the clone. She glanced over his shoulder, "A little privacy?"
The door slammed, "I would've cum if someone walked in on me." Marge wept, "She isn't me."
Ditto checked a sample of the cloning goo, "Oh no, someone spilled vanilla extract in the medium!" Glassware jumped as he pounded the table, "If I find out wh…"
Hands wrapped around his shoulders and Marge whispered, "I have an idea."
"I'm liiistening!" 2/x
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Lips grazed his ear, "You need cells to clone me, right?"
Ditto nodded.
The tip of her tongue darted out to tap the gold stud on his lobe, "Why don't you extract my… #dungeon cells?"
"Brilliant!" He shouted as the shock of revelation wore off. "Dungeon cells are the kinkiest cells in the body!" He rummaged around for a syringe.
Marge bent over the bench to spread her cheeks, "Get your filthiest specimens from my ass." 3/3
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