In the sterile glow of the high-tech lab, Josh hunched over a sleek console, his fingers dancing across holographic displays that hummed with electric energy. The air was thick with the metallic tang of ozone and the faint, acrid scent of cooling circuits, a testament to the late-night hours he'd poured into his creation. At 35, his lean, athletic frame was taut with tension, his piercing grey eyes narrowed in concentration as he initiated the final sequence for the cloning prototype. A perfect replica of himself would soon emerge from the nutrient-rich chamber, a mirror image born of his own DNA—but as the machine whirred to life, a knot of ethical doubt twisted in his gut. Was this groundbreaking technology a leap for humanity, or just a selfish indulgence, bending science to satisfy the forbidden cravings of his heart? The thought gnawed at him, yet it was eclipsed by the image of Jessica's sultry smile, her voluptuous curves and longing gaze that had whispered promises of ecstasy in their shared bed. He couldn't deny the thrill, the way his cock stirred at the idea of multiple versions of himself lavishing attention on her, exploring every inch of her soft, yielding body.

As the prototype stabilized, Josh leaned back in his chair, his breath quickening with a mix of pride and forbidden desire. The lab's dim lights cast shadows across his sharp features, highlighting the subtle sheen of sweat on his forehead, a physical echo of the internal storm raging within. He imagined Jessica's full breasts rising and falling with eager breaths, her pussy growing slick with anticipation under the touch of not one, but several of him—hands roaming, mouths tasting, driving her to the heights of pleasure she'd confessed in hushed tones. It was wrong, perhaps, to play god like this, but his devotion to her overpowered the reservations, fueling a deeper bond that pulsed with electric chemistry. Just then, the lab door hissed open, and there she was—Jessica, her long flowing hair cascading over her shoulders, her voluptuous figure hugged by a form-fitting dress that accentuated her generous curves. She sauntered in with a teasing sway, her alluring gaze locking onto his as she leaned against the console.

"Oh, Josh," she purred, her voice a velvet caress that sent a shiver down his spine, "I've been thinking about your little project all day. You know, the one where you could... multiply yourself for me." Her fingers trailed lightly over his arm, igniting a spark of heat that made his heart race and his pants tighten around his hardening shaft. She bit her lower lip, her eyes sparkling with mischief and raw hunger, as if she could already feel the weight of his body—or bodies—pressing against her, exploring her most intimate desires with unrestrained passion. Josh swallowed hard, the ethical qualms dissolving in the face of her unabashed sensuality, his mind flooding with visions of her writhing in ecstasy, their connection deepening into something profound and unbreakably intimate.

With a deep, steadying breath, Josh pushed aside the last remnants of his doubts, his hand sliding over to the console where Jessica's fingers still lingered. Her touch was electric, igniting a fire that raced through his veins as he initiated the cloning sequence, the machine humming louder in response. Lights flickered across the displays, casting a kaleidoscope of colors over their faces, and he felt a surge of exhilaration mixed with raw anticipation—this was the moment he'd been building toward, not just for her, but for the uncharted depths of their shared passion. "Alright, love," he murmured, his voice low and commanding, yet laced with vulnerability, "if this is what you want, let's make it real. The clones will be ready soon." His piercing eyes locked onto hers, the air between them thickening with unspoken promises, as the chamber began to glow with a soft, pulsating light, heralding the birth of his duplicates.

Jessica's lips curved into a wicked smile, her body pressing closer to his as she leaned in, her breath warm against his ear. "Oh, Josh, you've no idea how long I've dreamed of this," she whispered, her voice a sultry melody that made his cock throb insistently against the fabric of his pants. She trailed her fingers down his chest, over the lean muscles that tensed under her touch, and confessed her fantasy in vivid detail, painting pictures of multiple versions of him surrounding her—hands exploring her full breasts, mouths teasing her hardened nipples, and their identical cocks sliding against her slick, aching pussy in a symphony of pleasure. Her words were laced with emotional hunger, a desire not just for the physical overwhelm but for the profound intimacy of being utterly consumed by him, multiplied, their bond stretching and deepening like never before. The scent of her arousal mingled with the lab's sterile air, heightening the tension as she ground her hips subtly against him, her voluptuous curves molding to his body in a way that made his heart race and his resolve harden.

Unable to resist any longer, Josh captured her lips in a fierce kiss, his hands roaming possessively over her form-fitting dress, sliding it up to reveal the soft skin of her thighs. He felt the heat radiating from her core as his fingers brushed

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