Joe's Clone

By: John Bowling
(© 2015 by the author)

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Author's note: I have taken some liberties: tildes (~) around text indicates thought communications.

Joe sighed as he looked at the tank. It was filled with a translucent greenish liquid, in which was suspended a human body. Seen through the liquid, the body could not be seen very well, sort of dim and fuzzy. Occasionally, an arm or leg would move closer to the side, making it easier to see detail. The muscles in the limb bunched up as it moved, and the body seemed to be constantly moving, almost swimming. Veins were obvious when a limb brushed the side of the tank. Occasionally, the side of the tank would bow out when a limb pressed hard against it.

Joe also checked the medical monitors, seeing that everything was proceeding splendidly. The readouts indicated about sixty more days until the body was ready. It had been nearly ten months already, and he was getting impatient. His own physical condition was worsening, the accident caused degeneration keeping him in a wheel chair and his own once muscular body now little more than skin and bones.

He looked longingly at the new body, his clone, nearing the physical age of sixteen. It would be about twenty when the fast growth process was done.  ~I hope I can last long enough.~ He thought to himself. They would attempt transfer of his memories and thought patterns, and had already copied them into the computer's hard drive several times. If he were still alive when the time arrived, they would attempt a direct transfer. If not, they would go with the last of the multiple copies on disk.

The process was not yet perfected, though strides were being made towards a wholly successful transfer. The last dozen transfers were quite good, with only a few memory losses, and an occasional personality glitch. They assured him that his would be flawless. They had made multiple transfers of small amounts of information to the clone's mind over the last few months. Slowly, the days were passing. Then, 45 days before the time was up, they wheeled him into the exchange chamber. Joe condition was still fairly reasonable, so he knew that something else must have gone wrong. When he got there, he could see the sheet wrapped bundle strapped down on the other table with several thick leather straps. What he could see looked like a well built muscular male. They strapped him down, placed the sensor cone over his head as they had already done with the clone, and gave him the final injection. For several minutes, nothing seemed to be happening. His eyes fluttered and he looked up. He knew his position in the room had changed. He could also feel the muscular body he now felt himself flexing. The attendant told him to relax, but the muscles just got thicker and harder. The leather straps began to rip, and four very muscular attendants came over and grabbed his arms and legs, holding him down. "Let me go!" Joe heard a voice that sounded like him, be he knew he didn't say it. ~And you get the hell out of my body!~ The last was not said out loud, but just as thoughts.

~What?~ Joe asked mentally.

~You heard me, get the fuck out of my body. I didn't build these muscles up just to give them to you!~

~Who are you?~

~I'm Jose. This has been my body for several months, and I sure don't want it invaded by some decrepit old man.~

~I'm not a decrepit old man. I was only twenty-four when we started growing you. And you are MY clone so this body belongs to me!~

~The fuck it does!~

~Your lucky we didn't just take parts to repair my body, like they do with most clones.~

"Let me go!" He said out loud, and the arm and chest muscles swelled. He was not quite strong enough to break the grip of the huge guys.

~Damn fuckers!~ Jose thought.

~Shut up. Do I have to listen to your filthy thoughts constantly?~ Joe replied.

~Hell, if you had a separate body, you’d be feeling my awesome muscles and trying to suck me off.~

~Boy, you wish you could jack off for the first time in your life. And if I can help, I will.~

~You're a damn fag. Now get rid of these muscle bound idiots so we can, or do I have to beat the shit out of all of them by myself?~

~Where did you get all those dirty words?~

~From you! Your mind is the only contact I've had with anyone. When is your boyfriend Terry supposed to visit and let me, um, us, fuck him?~

~You remember his schedule as well as I do. Usually, he fucks me.~

~Yea, but its time we whipped his puny muscled body and fuck the hell out of him.~

After a few more minutes, I convinced him to relax, and the guards to step back.

"I need to piss!" They let us go to the restroom. Once inside, our dick was rock hard in seconds. Jose flexed our body in front of the mirror, muscles popping out like mountains. I moved our right arm over to our dick, with difficulty because of the intense flexing Jose was doing. I touched it, and slid our fingers along it. ~Ohhh, that feels good!~ Jose thought.

His flexing became intense, cords bunching like steel in every muscle. Then, our dick shot a massive wad of cum on the mirror. It continued for about ten shots, each thick and white, until the mirror was drenched in it.

~Wow! Let's do that again! Sure is great to cum like that!~

~Boy, I know you've just been taken out of the tank.~

~I busted out!~

~Hun?~

~I had to break the walls or they would have kept me in there!~

~But you can't go around having sex all the time, even if you did just cum for the first time.~

~Why not?~

~It just isn't done!~

~You going to stop me?~

~Hey, we're sharing this body. You've got the advantage of being physically young and all my years of experience and training.~

~All your hang-ups! I worked the muscles in this body hard when I was in that tank, turning it into a damn nice, well built body. All you brought is a twisted mind, and you're trying to corrupt me with it.~

~In this world, everyone has to abide by some rules, and you wouldn't know what they were if you didn't have my mind here.~

~Hey man, quit trying to make me grow up too soon. I know what you're fucking rules are, and I want to have some fun and be a kid. Let's go get drunk and find some guys to fuck.~

~We look like a kid, in fact this body is about seventeen. A damn well built 17 year old.~

~So, you've got an ID with our picture that says you're twenty-four, so we can get into any bar or bath house. And we're built a lot better than any twenty-four year old!~

~Are you admitting your gay?~

~Fuck yea. I've got all of your genes, I'm sharing this body with a fag, and all those lurid memories of your sexcapades with guys. You used to be a wild, sexy teen. You gave me incredible memories of some of those parties with dozens of hard hunks. Now it's my turn. Sounds like great fun to me.~

During our mental conversing, we were both experimenting with controlling the muscles of the body. I knew well how to do everything, and this was my body, just younger and a lot stronger. He had my memories to call on, and was learning quickly how to balance. One area he did have an advantage over me was time in the body, which had given him better control of the body's muscles. When he wanted to do something I didn't want to do, I had problems trying to stop him, and usually couldn't. The funny thing is that we both wanted the same things but I was letting my past dictate to me about it. He knew my past and wasn't having anything to do with the box I was in that most people called "common sense".

So we went back to the lab and I requested food. They sent in some things that were designed to fit the profile that the newly cloned body needed. Certainly not designed to taste good, but it wasn't too bad.

~Call your boyfriend and let's go have real food.~

~Yea, and I suppose you want to get fucked, too?~

~I'd fuck you if I could! But I'll settle for fucking your boyfriend! It sure will be fun to use these strong muscles to hold him down and screw the shit out of him! Then we can go out looking for a really well built guy to fuck!~

After a few hours of "observation", they let us go out, but wanted us back by midnight to do more "observation" overnight. I called Terry and let him know the good news. He came right over and we went out and got some "real" food, Jose's first chance to try some.

"They told me you might be even better built than before! Looks like your arms are bigger then mine now!"

"Wait till I get the chance to wrestle you! You'll find out just how fuckin hot and strong my new body is! Your puny muscles can't resist these beauties!" Jose answered for me, flexing our biceps. This kid will get me into real trouble!

"Not so fast there. You gotta get past these first!" Terry flexed the muscles that I've loved feeling for the last 5 years. "Hey, you never used to be that aggressive!"

~Yea, it's gonna be great fun whipping the shit out of him!~ Jose had made our dick rock hard, and I knew he was making us grin.

"Times are changing, and I'm now the dominant stud! And you're gonna lust over my muscles the way I used to lust over your muscles."

Posted: 02/13/15