"Well, I guess this bloodline does truly end with me." I thought as I walked to the place where I had been born and raised. My father had been a very smart man, and I mean S M A R T smart. Not only was he a world-class surgeon, but he also was a trained biochemist, psychologist, anthropologist, Dungeon Master, businessman, and comic book aficionado...
"Welcome to St. kleio Acadamy. Sadly your the only non clone student here at the school". The head master walks you down the halls before school hours. " I take it your father (schools science teacher) has already given your nessessities? Books, a dorm room, board, school scedual" you nod to the man of 30 years. Your father has also told...
It was surprisingly easy to set the equipment up. The kit you ordered was for a kind of life insurance thing. You just make a copy of yourself (making a copy of anyone else would be illegal) and upload a copy of your brainstate every night. If you don't for a week or if the device receives a report that you are dead it activates the clone. As long as one of...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Or is it? All characters herein are imaginary. Or are they? All events described here are fictitious. Oh, really? All locales described here are real and actual. But this story is not to be taken seriously. Or is it? All sexual activity depicted here involves more-or-less human persons at least 18 years old, and a manuf...
This is the story of Amy, a sexy girl in her mid-twenties. Somehow involving a scientific experiment she vanishes and gets replaced. For example this could be achieved by cloning her. Or replacing her with her alternate universe self or a gynoid version of her. Or transforming into her!What's next? [Reserved] You are Dave, an inventor & the father of Am...
"Can't breathe. Need air." I cough frantically trying to breathe as the room fills with smoke and gas from small metal canisters thrown into the room. I'm struggling to maintain consciousness slowly suffocating on the second floor in the Masquerade, a fetish night club. Several heavily armed men in combat fatigues wearing high tech, night vision, goggles a...
Hello, welcome to part 8 in the series, this one will end at part 9 (which is completed), but I will not release the ending for a week or so after this one publishes, the story does stray away from the Erotic scenes at this point and conclude with some holes which I did purposefully for the sake of world-building on future stories. I like to thank everyone w...
After a whole week I'm able to parry a little over half of Valencia's attacks, and I've been throwing in my own slashes and jabs here and there. Recently she's been teaching me how to implement magic into my combat, the first method being the gloves which I already created for myself, and the second one being my favorite. She said it required immense concent...
"We're out of Taq polymerase." "No, we're not," I said. I'd been late getting to work this morning, the car was showing signs of breaking down (not that I would know what's wrong with it—and I hate mechanical issues), and my plates were showing no sign of growth—the agar as smooth as a baby's bottom. The last thing I wanted to see was Vasili Kurakov and his...
"So how do you feel about fucking your own clone?" a show host on your television asked to his guest for the evening. "As in is it masturbation or not?" the guest asked back. "If that's the first thing that pop in your head, sure." the host answer with a chuckle. "I actually say it is, but with a few caveats. The first bein...