Sticky Situation

Being a witch’s apprentice can be a difficult, thankless job. Unpaid, too. Which is why I feel absolutely no guilt in taking the occasional shortcut to get a task or two out of the way. Only problem is Joel, my creepy counterpart in this gig. He’s always looking for ways to get me in trouble, so I gotta be extra careful to not give him any legitimate reasons to bring to our witch mistress, Lucinda. 

Lucinda found me on my family farm outside town. Typical “sold to the crazy magic lady” story, but she was really teaching us in the ways of magic. Not enough to be a threat to her, or anything, but stuff like your general body enhancements, life prolongers, food enrichers, and minor spells. Things that could help us get by when she’s away doing… whatever it is she does.

One day she leaves on an errand. A note says she’ll be gone for quite some time, and wants me to be sure to keep the home clean while she’s away. Joel and I are free to use whatever items we want, apart from those kept in the “restricted case.” That contains all manners of dangerous, rare, and unique ingredients, artifacts, and items that could be irreplaceable. Joel gets to work on his usual failed attempt at a love spell, and I sit on the big, comfy chair and start flipping through Lucinda’s big book of summoning spells.

It doesn’t take long, almost a predictable amount of time,  really. ___Boom___ – Whatever crazed mixture Joel had been stirring combusted, surely causing another large mess that would take me the better half of a week to clean up. I roll my eyes and sigh, _Why do I always have to be the one on cleanup duty,_ I think. Something in the book catches my eye just before I get up to gather cleaning supplies. 

_”Clone of Slime”_
Next to the title and above the description is an illustration of a naked woman standing next to a translucent, pink copy of herself. The text continues:
_”Mix the ingredients and let sit in a dark, cool room for eight hours. Once the time has passed, a perfectly cloned figure shall have formed. The clone will share the desires of those who donated.”_

_Those who donated? Donated what?_ I read the ingredients, it called for mostly basic things. Lots of water, some powdered materials, a couple of more expensive ingredients, but all stuff we have here. Then it also calls for bodily fluids. So, blood. These kinds of spells _always_ require a blood sacrifice. Ok, well, I desire someone to help me clean up any and all messes with little to no whining, so maybe this will be worth an eight hour wait?

Ok, I forgot how long it would take to bring pail after pail of water from the nearby river up the winding trail that leads uphill to Lucinda’s house. It was already evening and I hadn’t even gathered the other ingredients yet! And you know what they say, “haste makes waste,” so I took another hour meticulously picking each and every last item the concoction required, making sure it was all absolutely correct. I measured everything out perfectly, and made absolutely certain to add each ingredient in the exact order required by the book. Finally, it was time for the last piece. The blood sacrifice with my focused desire. I placed a knife in my hand, blade within my palm and squeezed. _Someone to help me clean_, I thought, keeping all other wants buried for this moment. The blood dripped from my wound and poured into the swirling mixture below, which turned a reassuring pink. _Just like in the book_, I thought. I smiled to myself, wrapped my hand with a bandage, and extinguished the lights before leaving the room for the night. The door closed behind me, and would remain so for eight solid hours.

I turned in for the night, excitement burning in my chest warmer than it ever had before. Finally there would be someone else in the house to help me with my chores! What else would she be able to do? Would it be like having a sister? A best friend? Would we be able to stay up late and tell each other stories? Would she even be able to talk? Would she need to eat? Would she have needs? My thoughts returned to the book, the naked lady standing so elegant, so proud before her slick duplicate. Would we be able to… explore? I felt a familiar tingle between my legs, a hand swooping down eagerly. Would she be able to feel pleasure? Two of my fingers sunk two knuckles deep in an instant, wet arousal drenching my hand as I moaned softly at my touch.

Nights like these, I’d use Joel to quell my urges. But based on how much time had passed since my last period and how “needy” I am right now, tonight isn’t the best time to tempt fate with someone who has a tendency to make a mess. He’s not really the best at pulling out, no matter how much I insist. Even so, I hope he’s out with some friends, I kinda doubt I’d refuse his advances. Not until I’ve ograsmed a couple of times at least. I allow pleasure to wash over me, thoughts dwelling on my duplicate forming down the hall. _What if the fluid I “donated” can still add to my clone?_ I wondered? _Would it come out with sexual urges, too?_ A restless sleep took hold sometime later, pink versions of myself working vigorously between my legs as I tossed and turned until sunrise.

The next day I woke drenched in sweat. The sunlight drifted in through my parted curtains, half my blanket draped off the bed. I’d managed to slink myself out of my clothes in the night, and laid mostly uncovered, glistening in the soft morning light. My bare, ample bosom rose and fell slowly with relaxed breaths, freckled skin glowing as though I’d just emerged from a warm bath. Long strands of dirty blonde hair clung wetly to my face and chest, and flowed across my pillow and over the side of the bed as if following the blanket to the wooden floor. I sat up with growing excitement, rising from my bed quickly and hurrying to the door. My feet padded across the room, and I hesitated, looking down at my naked features. Ever since consuming the perfected body enhancing serum I’ve been proud of my body, but again, I really didn’t want to end up bent over some random piece of furniture with Joel ramming me from behind, or riding him on a chair, or sofa, or table… Mmmm. I bit my lip, can’t get distracted (or pregnant) now, gotta see how that clone turned out! Fortunately I keep a wide selection of robes in my closet. I toss my arms through one and leave the privacy of my room.

I pushed the door to the small room with my hopefully completed creation open and stepped inside, various candles igniting immediately. _Didn’t I close that tightly?_ I thought, but any concern was gone the instant I peered over the edge of the large cauldron. The pinkish fluid had condensed into a more recognizable shape, a slender woman holding her knees to her chest. She looked up at me when I stood at the edge, her pink eyes meeting my green ones. But, something seemed off. She wasn’t quite as pink as last night, there looked to be a milky hue swirling inside? Maybe she just needed to get up. I reached in and offered a hand to help her to her feet.

She smiled, features clearly visible across her beautiful face. Everything on her was a pinkish recreation of myself; cute button nose, freckled cheeks, big eyes, thick hair (even if it was some kind of slime), the overall shape of her face and jaw structure. Every enhancement I’d given myself had transferred to her, all the way down her arms, chest, toned abs, muscled legs, rounded ass, thick cock- wait. That’s new? What the _fuck?_ My eyes lingered at the pinkish ligament dangling between her legs as she stepped from the cauldron. Her hands began helping me out of the robe I’d tossed (not even secured) over myself, and it fell softly to the floor behind my feet before I’d even realized what she was doing. With growing astonishment (and horror, _and unbearable arousal_) I watched as the dangling phallus stiffened, rising into a long, girthy, veiny cock. A thick, bulbous head adorned the tip, and it even throbbed in anticipation as she reached out to grab me.

My reaction was reflexive more than deliberate. I pulled away, and threw myself back into the hall. That would be how I ended up in the hallway, naked, pinned against a wall by a pinkish version of myself, also naked and visibly aroused. Her slick member touched my thigh and rubbed up my hip as the space between us closed, her abnormally strong grip and the surreal nature of my situation paralyzing me. I glanced down between our bodies to look at the shimmering appendage sliding its way across my stomach. She’d managed to twist her hips in such a way to guide her cock between us, and had begun lightly humping my belly with her surprisingly rigid rod. It had bumps like replicating veins running up and down its length, just as a real one would. But it’s size was more than a little exaggerated.

I had difficulty taking my eyes off it, from tip to base the whole thing looked to be as long and thick as my forearm. _She’s not expecting to put that inside me?_ I thought, worry outweighing my undeniable horniness right now. My hands feebly struggled into her, my determination to resist boiling into action as I raised my face to my aggressor. Her lips crashed into mine, a bitter flavor flooding my senses as I melted in her grasp. My primal urges were already determined to breed, now this creature’s musk and probably some supernatural pheromones have robbed me of any chance for escape.

If that’s what I wanted? Maybe this is what I desired, what I truly desired all along? I felt my clone, this perfect creation, made by flawlessly following every instruction in the book, pull me from the wall, lift me completely off the ground, and impale my already drooling pussy on her girthy cock. My orgasm rocked through me instantly, her length plunging to the deepest reaches of my spasming crevasse as she filled me more completely than I’d ever known. I shrieked orgasmically, brief flashes of my surroundings registering; my feet up over my own head, legs pushed to my chest, ass fully exposed to this perfect specimen as the plunging rod stretches on, breasts squished between knees, lips locked together as the thickness plunges further, tongues swirling, hands groping, toes curling in ecstasy as the cock surges deeper. 

Somewhere beyond or within the endless waves of climax I felt warmth spreading inside my body, just over the tip of the probing rod as it finally stopped digging deeper. I was stuffed so full by this creature I could hardly breathe, yet groaning into its kissing mouth as she flooded my body was well within my cuming body’s ability. Especially when her hands grasped my ass more forcefully, and she began bouncing me against her. As if my orgasm hadn’t been intense enough, or wasn’t already spiraling out of control, we were now entering mind breaking territory. And I. Was. _Loving It._ My head fell back, our kiss breaking with a slick bridge of pinkish slime forming between our mouths, a guttural moan erupting from somewhere deep within as our bodies sloppily crashed into each other again and again. My legs quivered, feet with perpetually curled toes twitching beside her head.

This was complete bliss, nothing else mattered. I wouldn’t care that Joel was watching me get railed and bred by this experiment gone wrong, even if I was capable of registering him standing in the hall with us. Just a few feet away. His eyes locked on my slack face, tongue lolling out one side of my mouth, eyes practically crossed and incapable of focusing on anything. And I certainly wouldn’t notice or care about him disrobing and stroking his cock as he watched me enter a whole new universe of pleasure. His words entered one side of the hollow echo chamber that once housed my mind, bouncing around, then finding their way out the other side. He walked around somewhere, but I don’t remember where, all that matters is the tremendous cock burrowing to the depths of my being, the point where my body meets my spirit, fusing into the soul, spurting more of the fabulous semen before sliding back out only to plunge back in and start all over again. 

The hands release. I feel a sense of abandonment as my tingling legs slide down (up?) the creature’s body as she set me on the ground. With numb feet I stumbled across the floor, like a newborn deer taking its first steps. The climax slowly dissipated, allowing me to gradually get my bearings, still in the hallway, just outside the room where the creature formed. I managed to make it all the way to the ground, back against the wall, my tingling feet and legs completely unable to support any weight as the orgasm continued to fade. That’s when I looked at the marvelous creature, and ended up with a mouthful of pink cock.

The gelatinous member slithered through my parted lips and plugged my throat instantly as she pushed into my face. Her translucent pelvis squished into my face, the back of my head firmly pressed against the wall as my throat strained to accommodate her size. My eyes opened, I could see some form within her. Something moving forward and back, thrusting, like a…

Joel reached around and placed his hand on my head, his fingers tangling into my hair as he fucked my slime clone from behind. Thick globs had started oozing from her tip, coating the deeper reaches of my throat before reaching my stomach, warm strands of cum draining, filling me as I watched his cock dart towards my face before retreating over and over. My body burned with unfathomable desire, so much so it felt as though I would reach orgasm just from orally stimulating the pink clone! I put shaky hands between my quivering legs, fingers readily seeking out my own pleasure as I saw a milky cloud form around Joel’s plunging cock.

He grunted as his orgasm struck, the slurping innards of the clone draining him of his essence as his cock throbbed inside. The cloud of semen was drawn deeper into my clone, closer to my trapped face. I watched with fascination, teetering on the edge of my own climax, my fingers already slick with the nectar of my drooling pussy. The still growing cloud of ejaculate descended my clone’s girthy shaft, disappearing beyond my lips and entering my throat. Joel pulled himself away and fell to the ground, then quickly crawled away as his semen flowed into my awaiting stomach, more milky clouds coalescing within the clone and forming behind her massive cock.

The hand at my head, the pressure keeping me pinned to the wall, the forces making me consume every last drop of semen were hers. She was in control, and I was nothing but a puppet. Just some tool available for her to pump full, take pleasure with, _breed_. And as the hand left my head, my clone stepped away to let me fall free from her girthy member, I realized something. I wouldn’t have it any other way. She finally released me, pulling herself from my throat. I gasped as she pulled free, sweet air finally refilling my sore lungs as I slumped to the floor. The clone turned and strode toward Joel, who was trying to hide behind a cushioned chair. Slime dripped from my lips, oozed down my body, and pooled on the floor as I watched the clone drag Joel across the ground before impaling herself on him, eroticly close to where I lay. He offered little resistance as she guided him deeper into bliss.

As I looked up from where I lay on the floor, sticky pools of slime and cum all around me, I couldn’t help but notice how clear my clone had become. She’d gotten less milky during our vigorous activity, now appearing more vibrantly pink like the image in the book. All except for the portion around the tip of Joel’s cock, anyhow. I watched in mesmerized fascination as the base of his shaft tensed, his rod pulsing inside the gelatinous figure as he pumped his load into her. A small cloud emitted from his tip, and began to spread deeper into her. The vibrant pink gave way to a more fogged look as the slime mixed with semen, and the true extent of my situation dawned on me.

The clone was completely fogged when she emerged. One orgasm caused a tiny portion of her to get a little milky, so no way was Joel or just a few of his friends able to provide her with the cum needed for such a transformation. He really had gotten dozens, maybe closer to a hundred men to donate their material, at least once. And now, I’ve had most of that all pumped into my hungry pussy, which was more than happy to drink its fill – _and then some_. Based on the returning ache between my legs, and the burning within my body, I wasn’t done yet, either. Not that anyone here is complaining…

I rolled onto my ass, back against the wall and legs spread as I lowered my hands to my used pussy. The clone continued riding Joel as I sunk a pair of fingers into myself, a shocked gasp breaking loose when the fingers pressed into a jelly-like plug buried beyond my tender opening. She’d not only pumped me full, but then locked every drop inside me?! This revelation was still sinking in when the clone removed herself from Joel, leaving him as a twitching mess writhing on the wooden floor, and crawled over to me. I watched, paralyzed, as she crept near, then rose to her knees before me. Her jelly cock pointed stiffly at my chest, my legs trembling as she took them in her strong, slick hands. My only resistance was a soft whimper as she pulled me to her, then stood as she wrapped my legs around her waist.

She took another step forward, pushing my back to the wall before lining her thickness up with my gaped hole. I moaned loudly when she plunged into me, surging deep beyond the plug she’d left inside. The cum already deposited sloshed and packed tight in my body as she probed unbearably deep, and I became utterly lost in pleasure. Every thrust forced my horrible delight higher, my climax consuming me, pushing me from cognitive ability as I screamed my ecstasy. The house spun into darkness as my grip on reality finally faded.

A pointed shoe tapped my leg, soft hand slapping my cheek. My eyes slowly opened, gradually focusing on the hazel pair looking back at me. “Lucinda!” I said surprised, flailing to right myself on the gooey floor. My body ached, sore pussy protesting every movement. But the sloshing somewhere around my stomach is what froze me. Our eyes both went to my abdomen, which was bulging noticeably. 

“I returned yesterday, at the frightened request of townsfolk,” she said melodically. “Guessing you’re aware of the creature attacking the village?”

I looked anywhere but at her as I responded, “Maybe?” A sheepish smile spread across my face when I dared look at my Master again, fully aware of my nudity and obvious guilt.

“It’s already been handled, all that remains is whatever may be growing in your belly,” she said, rising to her feet. “Shouldn’t take more than a few weeks for it to emerge, and we can be done with this, once and for all.”

I nodded, pretending to understand, but concerned. What’s growing inside me? What will it do to me? What will _she_ do to me? Time will tell, I suppose. For now, I just trust in my Master, and hope she has my best interests at heart.

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