[humble.fool]

WANK Magazine #3

There are few things in life, Alphie mused as he walked in his front door, better than dating a model. He and Veronica, said model-girlfriend, had a routine set up: whenever she did a nude modeling gig, they'd go over and re-create the published result, shot-by-by-shot, but 'continue on' from where the cameras stopped rolling.

He'd just picked up the issue that she appeared in of something called WANK Magazine. She was standing on the cover, staring at herself in the mirror, dressed in some sort of futuristic techno-metallic bikini, as her reflection's arm came out of the mirror. "OUR ANNUAL TECHNOLOGY ISSUE" the cover proclaimed. "Our Experts Examine The Latest Advances In Sexual Engineering". Veronica's centerfold photoshoot was billed on the cover "Our New Model JANDRA Examines The Ethical (And Sexual) Issues Of Human Cloning."

"Veronica?" Alphie said ask he took off his shoes. "Where are you?"

"In the bedroom!"

Alphie smiled. She certainly wasn't wasting any time today.

Veronica was lying on the bed when he entered, and Alphie was delighted to see that she had managed to keep the bikini she'd used for the shoot. He raised his camera, noting the large mirror she'd found as well. Setting the magazine on the bed, he flipped open to the shoot. "So, you started out in front of the mirror..."

Veronica nodded and sat up. "Yeah. They first had me stand perfectly still, though, and have my picture taken from a bunch of different angles for the 'special effect' of the other me coming out of the mirror. Really weird cameras they used, too." She hopped to her feet, her large breasts bouncing wonderfully, and padded over to the full-length mirror. "Anyway, they had me get closer and closer to the mirror, staring into it." She started doing this, and Alphie started taking pictures.

They held this tableau for a minute or so, as Veronica came closer and closer, seemingly captivated by the mirror, thrusting out her ass, her chest, seeming to let the mirror 'see' all of her body. Then, in a re-creation of the final un-enhanced shot of the spread, she gave her reflection an enormous kiss.

Alphie took a few more pictures, and then Veronica lifted up, still leaning against the mirror's frame. "That was it, really. They said they'd fill in the rest of the shoot using 'MagicShop.'"

"Not Photoshop?"

"No, 'MagicShop.' Anyway, I can at least mimic the further shots." She leaned away from the mirror, just like in the next picture in the sequence. In the magazine, there was an arm coming out of the frame, and then, just like as in the magazine, an arm came gliding out.

"What the--!" Veronica said, falling backward in fright. Out of the mirror stepped... Veronica.
Alphie had seen Veronica naked enough times to realize that this naked version of his girlfriend was physically identical to his real girlfriend. He absolutely refused to panic, recalling rumors he'd read on the Internet of a supposedly benevolent "magic porno magazine" on store shelves. Had his girlfriend posed for it?

"Veronica-2, reporting." The double -- no, clone, Alphie realized -- said mechanically, then seemed to come alive and fall into a natural, Veronica-like pose. "Ahh! Hello, Original Veronica! And Alphie!" She reached down and helped Veronica to her feet.

"But-- how--?" Veronica stammered for a few moments, before Veronica-2 pulled her into a tight embrace and strong kiss. Alphie had the presence of mind to snap a picture of his girlfriend tightly in the arms of... herself.

For a moment, Veronica appeared to resist, and then began to return the kiss with gusto. They broke off after almost half-a-minute. She turned to Alphie and smiled. "Alphonse..." she said, in her huskiest, sexiest voice, "my sister here and I would love to work out the latter part of the shoot with you."

"Uh..." Alphie hesitated for a moment, natural caution preventing him from diving in, but he quickly realized it hadn't been a question. The twin beauties advanced on him as he sat on the bed, and rapidly disrobed him.

At some point, 'his' Veronica had ditched the bikini set, and now there was absolutely no way to tell the two of them apart. "So, uh," Alphie said as they pressed him back against the pillows, "which one of you is the original?"

"Oh, Alphie, does it matter?" One of them said. "We share the same thoughts," "the same body," "the same desires," "even the same boyfriend," they said, so quickly in sync that it sounded like a single voice. "Just accept we're both Veronica." "Exactly the same person, but there's just two of me!"

Any protests he might have raised were silenced as the pair of Veronicas started massaging him, his body caressed by their hands and, increasingly, their entire bodies. One Veronica began "massaging" his penis, and quickly switched over to a blowjob as he grew hard.

Alphie tried not to cum instantly -- after all, he had plenty of Veronica to please, and didn't want to neglect any single one of her -- but she'd always prided herself on her abilities, and that, combined with the continuing massage that the other Veronica was giving him, meant he lasted only about a minute.

"Let me give you a few minutes to recover," Veronica said, and, after both of her helped Alphie sit up against the headboard, she turned her attentions to herself.

It's really hard to figure out how to refer to her-- them-- her and her clone-- er... Alphie thought as his libido recovered. Plural? Singular acting as a plural? Veronica and Veronica -- both of Veronica, maybe? He paused in his thinking about the problem to admire the view as Veronica performed what might technically be termed oral masturbation with the other Veronica.

The pair lay in the classic "69" position, lapping away at each other, moaning. Alphie hadn't known that his girlfriend was bi-sexual, but he supposed that this wasn't really a good test of that proposition anyway; how did the old joke go? "Is having sex with yourself incest or masturbation?"

They tensed up and appeared to orgasm in unison. The Veronica who had been lying on top got up and went over to the mirror and, shooting Alphie a shit-eating grin he was all-too-familiar with, kissed it. As she stepped back, another Veronica stepped out, but, instead of being a perfect clone of the original, as the first one the mirror generated had been, this Veronica was different. She appeared to be, on the whole, prettier: her hair was slightly longer, and more luxurious; her ass more shapely; her breasts, bigger and perkier. She smiled at Alphie. "This is the next step in cloning: subtle genetic modification." She kissed her sister, and Alphie realized that all three Veronicas now looked exactly like the newest one.

All three came back over to him, pressing their bosomy bodies to his. Quickly, one of them mounted him, with one of the other Veronicas facing her, straddling his chest, while the third was on his legs, groping the one who was mounted on him from behind. They shimmied and jiggled on top of him in unison, and it was only that Alphie had just cum minutes before that kept him from losing it again.

He stayed hard, though, and Veronica -- all three of her -- appeared to be enjoying herself. The outside parts of the Veronica sandwich, however, soon started to take a greater interest in each other than they did in either Alphie or the Veronica having sex with him, and the pair slid off, groping, sucking, and rubbing against each other with passion. The Veronica still riding him lowered herself down to lie against his chest, her hips still thrusting against his dick, her breasts pancaking against his body.

The Veronica on top of him shuddered and her body stiffened against him. She kissed him, then raised herself off of his still-erect penis. "Hang on," she said, her voice almost a coo, as opposed to normal speech. "Let me get another one of me to help out." She stood and went to kiss the mirror. As Alphie blinked, there were now two Veronicas there where the one had been, and both of them were, once again, bustier and prettier than the previous one.

Time flew by in a blur of breasts and lips and hands and sex. Four, five, six, seven, ten, fifteen; he lost count of how many clones there were after a while. Each time she replicated, Veronica got a little prettier and a lot bustier. At one point, he had two sets of clones making out on either side of him in the bed, with one resting above him, his head resting on her meaty thighs, her massive breasts almost obscuring his vision of the Veronica riding his cock, the breasts wobbling about on her body each much larger than her head. In his peripheral vision, he could see other clones in various states of sexual activity, and could see them occasionally wandering over to the mirror and summoning yet another prettier, even bustier clone, and all the others would, when he wasn't looking, 'upgrade' to the new form.

He felt like a body, shipwrecked at sea, and thrown not between harsh waves but ever-growing expanses of female flesh. At one point, he found himself lying in the middle of a ring of at least a dozen Veronicas, each one with breasts the size of prize-winning watermelons, as they almost literally buried him in an avalanche of breasts. Still later, he was standing, sandwiched between two Veronicas, their bean-bag-sized breasts pressing against every inch of his body from his neck to his knees. He could see more Veronicas pressing against the pair who held him; he felt like he was buried in a beach somewhere, and, instead of sand, the beach was nothing but boobs.

Eventually, the sexual haze deepened, and everything passed into unconsciousness.

***

Alphie awoke spooning Veronica beneath the covers of her bed. He carefully disentangled himself from her still-sleeping form and stretched, taking stock of the room. The mirror was leaning against the wall, and the room seemed unchanged. He shook his head. "What a strange dream..."

The camera was resting on the nightstand, and Alphie went to transfer the images from the "photoshoot" to his laptop. Her against the mirror, her kissing the mirror--

Alphie stopped up short. The next image was the shot he'd taken before everything had gotten out of control: Veronica kissing her clone passionately on the lips.

"'Morning, Alphie," Veronica said as she walked into the living room. "I think I'd like to look over next month's issue of that magazine with you, too."