“Oh, ohhh yes, oh fuck yes...!”

I LOVE duplication! All day today I played with myself in every possible aspect of the phrase. I woke up with an unyielding urge to split so I pushed my bedsheets into a pocket dimension and basked in the unfiltered pleasure as my impossibly sexy body unzippered into two halves. After getting over that hit of arousal, I completed each half of me to make myself two women. Once that had been completed, the day truly began.

We started with yoga. Once we created matching yoga mats from our arms we set them on the floor of my bedroom, after turning the carpeted floor to one of hardwood, of course. It was less than challenging, almost boring even, because we could bend into any shape we desired. So we instead flexed and curved all over the room, sometimes spawning extra limbs, wrapping around furniture, or detaching our body parts just to magnetize them to the walls and ceiling. But even then, we were finished soon enough.

Before summoning lunch we teleported to a zoo. Infiltrating a spider monkey enclosure thanks to invisibility, liquid bodies, and a pinch of mind control, we shapeshifted into and befriended the monkeys, even holding friendly competitions with them. Though they lost every single event, we gave them bunches and bunches of bananas as participation rewards. Fresh from Dimension XX-096-R, of course.

After the zoo, and a good meal, my dupe and I relaxed. It started by melting all the furniture in my living room into a bowl of lemonade and drinking it outside on the porch, but now with a vacant living room we decided to shift into furniture ourselves. One minute I was a sofa with her as my pillow, the next I was a blanket draped over my counterpart-turned armchair. After that I became an end table and she shifted into a potted plant while sitting on me, but only once that was over did she transform into a giant, firm, beautiful breast. Shocked but intrigued I respawned the TV, placed her in front, and rested atop her to watch a Terminator movie.

Soon it was dinner time but we wanted to keep it simple. Pulling the furniture back into the living room, my duplicate duplicated. This tertiary woman was quick to morph into a platter however; her features becoming various foods. I remember watching in arousal as her ass split and baked itself into a loaf of garlic bread while her head swirled around and became a full bowl of pasta with two forks. That would have to be something I try later with my whole body. Once our lovely dinner display was ready we took it to the porch. Our lower bodies melting and merging into a base like a bronze statue, I placed the platter between us and telekinetically levitated it, that way I wouldn’t have to grab a table from some other wacky dimension.

After dinner I turned my backyard into a lawn-sized pool for us to swim as mermaids in. That lasted only for about an hour, even though I made us an underwater tunnel network and a waterfall that spawned from thin air ten feet above the pool’s surface. So when we were done I morphed the lawn back to normal and gave us human legs again as we stepped inside the house. The water on our bodies instantly vaporizing, we headed straight for the bedroom. Seashell bras melting away I tackled my clone, kissing her every square millimeter of skin while she eagerly sucked my tits, sometimes both at once as she swallowed torrents of breast milk. We scissored elastic-style, sometimes with more than three vaginas per body, with more than twenty climaxes that night. Once I finally gave in to sleepiness I oozed all over the bed and my dupe, merging us back into one woman. Curling up into a simple ball of putty-like skin, I feel off the bed and burst in orgasmic delight.