“Alright, kids, here comes the special guest I promised you today. From Team Teen, the superhero Dupli-Kate!”
Kate waved at the scattered applause and tried not to put too much bounce in her steps. Her crime-fighting outfit was inappropriate in any setting, but a grade school felt like a new low. The principal who introduced her took a step back but stayed on stage, no doubt drooling over her bare ass the way he gawked at her bouncing breasts in a plunging neckline with nipple bumps. Dupli-Kate’s buttcheeks were munching on the string of her purple leotard, a string that didn’t get much thicker in the front.
She wanted to open by explaining for the thousandth time that her costume was skimpy so that she could easily duplicate it while duplicating herself, but her audience, as usual, wasn’t interested in the technical details.
“Can you split for us?”
“Split for us!”
“Split! Split! Split!”
Kate sighed through her forced smile. Nobody understood the physical and mental toll of cloning, let alone a bunch of kids. At least here she was known as ‘The one who can split’ and not ‘The slutty, half-naked Asian one who’s dating Death Cock’.
Even a fleeting thought about DC made her weak in the knees and wet between the legs. No doubt he was having sex with her right now in her apartment, well, one of the many versions of her from twenty minutes ago. He probably had three Kates stacked up on top of each other, plowing through a shattered pelvis from his choice of six ravaged holes.
Maybe one of them was still trying to clone herself for a fifty-fifty chance at survival. Good luck with that, sister. Cloning required the kind of concentration that was impossible to maintain when a cockhead the size of a basketball was grinding against your beating heart. The best any of them could do was use their cellular manipulation to repair the damage and hope to have more luck than thousands of Kates before them. It was a complex emotion to both envy and pity yourself.
The daydream of Death Cock currently wearing her copy’s womb like a dangerously stretched condom distracted her from the mathematical nightmare of cloning, enough that she forget to duplicate her outfit. Of all the places she could have made this mistake…
“Whoops,” said both Kates. The Kate with legs crossed and a breast hidden in each palm wasn’t more of a clone than her half-clad counterpart, she was just the more unlucky copy of the two and she shared equal blame for the mistake.
Normally, deciding who gets to go on living once the superhero work is done boiled down to which Kate had a real functional gun strapped to her thigh and which one had a replica that was useless in a standoff. This time, one of them had no clothes and no gun, so, feeling like her chance at life was much less than the usual one-in-two, naked Kate lunged for Kate’s gun. Being essentially the same person, Kate saw it coming and shot first.
“Holy fucking shit! What the fuck!?” the principal yelled, forgetting that he should watch his language in front of a hundred impressionable kids watching in horror.
“Sorry. It’s not like I can reabsorb my clones. If I start letting them live, it’s a matter of time before the world is nothing but Kates.”
“What am I supposed to do with her?!”
“The government picks them up on Tuesdays and Fridays.” Then, full of adrenaline from the thrill of having survived yet another split, Kate skipped off the stage. This time she cared less about the jiggling of her tits and ass. If the principal wanted an eyeful of her body, there was a naked version of her bleeding on the floor.
“Where the fuck were you? I ran out like a half an hour ago!” Death Cock was waiting for her on the couch, watching football with a tiny beercan in his giant hand as if the wrecked living room around him wasn’t littered with girls oozing gallons of jizz from ruined orifices, some of them still twitching.
His cock was erect, as always. Even on his 9-foot juggernaut frame, that one-eyed monster looked too big to be real. His superpower came in useful when they needed a female supervillain to talk. But villainy seemed more of a man’s game these days, so he kept himself fit by death-cocking Kates all day and night.
“I’ll make you some more, Honey, I just need to eat something first.”
“I’ll give you something to eat. Come here.”
Kate was a supergenius in molecular biology, but she couldn’t stop her dumb brain from flooding her body with hormones. She was at the beck and call of her own executioner, biting her lip lustfully.
Death Cock picked up his girlfriend by the waist like she was a rubber chicken and sat her crotch on his erection. The warm precum soaked the entire bottom half of Kate’s leotard while each of his enormous hands handled their half of her booty. She was voluptuous, but her buns were like oranges in his hands, oranges that were getting squeezed for juice. It hurt… so good.
His tongue plunged deep enough in her throat to make her gag. The cock was twitching and he was starting to grind her taint on its meat. Things were moving a bit too quickly. Kate pulled almost a foot of tongue out of her throat to say: “Let me duplicate first; I think I can manage one more. After I eat, I can do as many as you want. You can fuck hundreds of me all weekend.” She couldn’t believe what she had just offered. In the cloning business, this was like playing Russian roulette with six bullets.
“No… I want to do the original.”
She had told him a hundred times that there was no original when it came to exact carbon copies. Being the only clone left alive didn’t make her special, he was simply talking to the luckiest clone so far. But it always went right through his big, fat head. “It’s not like a have a backup in the freezer. If you kill me, that’s it; no more sex. No more Kate.”
“I know, that’s what makes this so hot. Relax, I’ll go easy on you. You’ll probably be OK. You have some regen powers, right? You take longer to die than most other girls I’ve had.”
He knew she hated to hear him talk about how he fucks other girls for a living.
“Don’t act like you don’t want my fat cock up your little ass. Your clones moan like crazy before passing out.”
Kate gave in and unclenched her anus for what little good that would do. She got to watch her boyfriend’s grin of satisfaction before her eyes rolled in the back of her head. The crotch of her leotard stretched inside her ass before ripping apart.
“That’s too far, DC,” Kate moaned when her entire colon was a casing for Death Cock’s sausage. She was juggling orgasm and anal regeneration but wasn’t sure how long she could sustain either.
“Don’t be a whiny bitch; I’m not even halfway in.”
DC started jacking off harder with Kate’s body. A bulge of stretched skin appeared and disappeared so quickly between his girlfriend’s boobs that it looked like it she had swallowed the beating heart of a blue whale. He might have already forgotten he was dealing with the last living Kate. His mind got extra fuzzy when he was hulking out on an unsuspected girl. Long past the point of no return, there was only one way to clear the haze.
“Stop, you’re killing me…” Kate pleaded before the pulsating bulge took over her throat as well.
“Just a few more inches. I’m so close.”
Looks like this might be the end for the amazing Dupli-Kate. The tabloids are going to love this one. “Teen Team’s stupidest hero dies the way she lived: like a slut. Her last thought before Death Cock’s beanbag unleashed the biggest flood of ejaculate the universe had ever experienced was of her dad being more embarrassed than sad reading tomorrow’s paper.
“Shit…”
Death Cock knew he had fucked up when he opened his eyes to a wall of Kate’s apartment replastered with his dripping semen. It would have been one thing if his girlfriend had sprung a leak (they did that sometimes) but in this case, the cock had gone clean through, and the glans was sticking out of the last Dupli-Kate’s dislocated jaw.
“Oh well, I was thinking of breaking up with her anyway.”
The mighty Death Cock jumped at the sound of coughs from behind the couch. It was just a naked Kate crawling toward her room. He must not have fucked this one quite to death. Her pussy had already been regenerated to near-perfection.
“I’ll make you some clones soon, Honey; I just need to freshen up and get into my costume first. I think today is when I’m supposed to meet some school kids and I’m running late. I wish I could wear something less revealing but they’re probably going to ask me to duplicate.”
“Alright, but I want like twenty. I ran out before you came back last time.”
“Last time?”
“Never mind… just make lots of ’em, OK?”