"What is this?" I asked my wife. It was a question that was too simple for the complexity of what I was witnessing. <br /><br />Remy stood in the middle of the living room, nude as the day she was born, holding in her right arm...a complete and headless copy of herself. "I grew it. You like it?"<br /><br />"It has no head!"<br /><br />"Of course. Do you know how expensive it is to have that included. I saved around three-grand by choosing this option."<br /><br />"Honey..." I stood up to get a better look at my wife's new clone. Running my hand down its toned abs, I gave a look to Remy as if I needed permission to do so. His imagination went from zero to sixty.<br /><br />"Like it?"<br /><br />"Umm...yeah. It's kinda awesome, but what do we do with it? How do we feed it? I'm sure it's got everything you've got."<br /><br />Remy smiled and looked down at the empty space of her spare body's neck. "Well, for one, it's completely inert. Think of it as suspended animation. But it can react, and walk, but all with assistance." <br /><br />"What about...other...functions?"<br /><br />There was a sultry smile, and a hand raised up to the clone's tits. "You want to come to the bedroom and find out?"<br /><br />(Made with AI, touched up with photo editing software)