I squeeze my eyes a few times and decide to try to at least sit up and take in my surroundings, but everything I attempt to move fails me. I try, but it hurts so much that I decide to just lay here.
Eventually, after some time and with great effort, I finally get myself propped up and look around. A great expanse is before me and I seem to be in the middle of it. I’m baffled but a second later I realize. An apartment. It’s mostly empty, and great windows cover the walls, letting in enormous amounts of morning light. Outside is a beautiful, expansive city.
“Wow,” I mutter to myself. Then suddenly I recognize it. This is my city. I live here.
Confused, I wonder how this thought came to me so suddenly, and I try to shuffle things around in my mind. Like my surroundings, though, it’s mostly empty. I can only remember the last hour or so.
What is going on? What happened to me? Who am I, even, and why don’t I know that? I keep trying to reach through my mind for a memory, anything that can explain this but all I find is darkness. It feels like I barely know anything at all.
I try to move again and it feels less painful, so I swing around my left limb that’s propping me up and look at it. My hand. My arm. The words come to me in an instant, when I’m sure I didn’t know what these things were called just a second ago. I lean forward more and bring around my other arm. They’re still soaking wet and a thick, green substance drips from my hands. I flick my hands around to dry them and wipe the rest on the carpet around me. I rub the substance off my arms.
Looking down, I notice the rest of my body. And again, I’m sure I didn’t know that word until just now. I see my flat stomach, my chest, nipples, shoulders, lift up my arms to see wet hair matted down in the crook. Armpit. Every movement disrupts the liquid that coats my body and I can feel that most of it is falling or dropping off. I’m a bit dryer now. Toes, feet, legs, thighs, slowly widening and curving out to connect to my hips.
Then I look in between and see something I’m amazed I didn’t think of or notice earlier. A thick, veiny tube sprouts from between my legs, resting on two balls, draped on the carpet. My penis. Testicles. Immediately, it begins to stir and I start to panic. It keeps moving on its own, straightening out and before long, it starts to rise up. I watch in horror as it approaches me and then, with each progressive pump it makes, as it becomes more and more erect, I get flooded with memories. Wave after wave, they wash over me.
When I remember everything, I look down again. My dick now reaches my belly button and I timidly move to touch it. I rub my fingers up and down the shaft when I think of the machine.
I remember building it, ordering the parts, the years of work. I remember jacking off into the machine and activating the cloning process and then, this. Here. Now. I run through my most recent memories. Starting the machine at night. Waking up here in the morning. Nothing between them. Then, in an instant, I figure what must have happened, the process that led to my being here on this carpet, directly below my apartment, and my heart starts beating out of my chest, my dick throbbing.
Finally I achingly stand up, facing the expansive windows. I take a cautious step forward and when I know I can walk, I rush to the door. Through the peephole, I see a door with the numbers 3315 beside it. The door across from my apartment reads 3415.
I look towards the ceiling and feel faint. Stumbling back, I try to clear my mind and steel myself. I look around again. To my right is the bedroom and bathroom. The apartment must be vacant but I figure the water is on, and I could really use a shower. I take a deep breath, and head in the direction of the bathroom.
Obviously there were no towels in the bathroom so I decide to drip dry in the front room. I study the skyline, my arms folded as I stare out the windows. I jerked off in the shower, but my dick refuses to descend. It makes sense, given the gravity of the situation, but it would be more comfortable.
There was no soap either, and I think I clogged the drain with the electrolytic gel from the machine, but my God it was relaxing. I must have spent hours in there. But out here, every few seconds a wave of anxiety and excitement washes over me and my chest tightens as I imagine the room above me, who must be in there. I think of what I will be like to meet him. To stand face to face with each other, two men, completely identical. The sun is going down and my shadow stretches out behind me. Finally, I feel dry and turn to the door. I wipe my feet down on a dry spot on the carpet, the outline of my body in green gel still laying on the shag. I guess I’ll leave it there. Maybe I’ll come back later to clean it but knowing me, I won’t.
I open the door and head towards the staircase. Before long, I’m standing in front of my front door. I know that an identical version of myself is somewhere in there, because I never leave. Taking a deep breath, and feeling as if my heart will explode, I step forward and press the doorbell.
“Just a second!” comes muffled from inside. I recognize it immediately as my own voice.
I step back and instinctively cover my dick. It’s still hard so I just press it against my stomach. I think I can feel that the tip is showing but I know that’s the last thing on my mind.
I hear heavy footfalls jogging towards the door, getting louder, and suddenly, it flies open.
It’s me. A face I’ve only seen in mirrors and in photos. Somehow it relaxes me and my face softens. Meanwhile, the man in front of me is utterly stunned. My wallet drops to the ground but I don’t think he noticed. He remains frozen. He’s wearing a white shirt with grey shorts. A very monochrome look. It’s clear he’s surprised to see me so I grin and offer the first word.
“Don’t mind if I do,” he responds, walking forwards. He pauses as he gets close to me as I forget to actually move back, but eventually I stumble out of the doorway.
He steps in and takes a look around, “Wow. Still a mess, I see.” He turns around to face me, still awkwardly covering his dick. I can see the head poking out of his palms when I realize he must be erect, and in response, my own dick speedily awakens. I try to think back to what he just said, still flustered by his sudden appearance.
“Uh, yeah. I’ve been meaning to clean up, but I obviously haven’t gotten around to it.”
“Ha. Yeah I figured. I’m not very good at that.”
I try to collect myself, and slowly, while my clone politely waits before me, I can genuinely feel parts of my brain connecting to itself and returning to normal. Finally, I make a sentence.
“Um, well, I’m surprised to see you obviously.” I force myself to make eye contact and feel a flutter. “I thought the machine didn’t work the first time. I actually received an error message this morning.”
My clone looks confused. “Wait, really? What did it say?”
“Lifeform unstable. Recommend terminating procedure. I got discouraged so I lied down to think and ended up sleeping most of the day. When I woke up, it was empty. I just thought it destroyed whatever was in there.”
“Well, clearly it worked,” he smiles. Heavenly. “It must have finished while you were sleeping and maybe, it just shot me straight down instead of to the side.”
“Right, of course!” My hand flies to my head in realization and threads through my hair. “Yeah, that makes sense! And my teleportation calculations must just be slightly off. Either that or some kind of malfunction or glitch. I’ll want to take a look at that.”
“Yeah me too,” he chuckles.
I start to speed over to the machine when I get the sudden sensation that I’m being inhospitable. Embarrassed, I shake my head.
“I’m sorry, you probably want some clothes, right?”
He smiles and nods. “Heh, yeah, that would be nice, I’ll just go to the bedroom and pick something out.”
“Right, and I’m sure it’ll all fit you. You’re me after all.”
He takes a deep breath and the fingers covering his dick twitch. A grin spreads across his face. “Of course.”
“Hey, um, it’s nice to meet you, by the way.”
“Same here.” And with that he turns and heads for the bedroom, careful to look down and avoid the mess on the ground. As he walks, for the first time I take in his body. My body. Beautifully slender, my ass jiggles at every step. I can’t help but smile wide, and when he gets to the open door, he looks back and catches me. He winks and I turn to stone. Then, the door tenderly closes.
My God. I pace around the room with a hand nervously tousling my hair. It worked. It actually worked. My dream, my fantasy, is getting dressed in the other room! By this point, my dick is helplessly and fully erect. I adjust it and give it a little shake.
“Ow! Fuck!” That same toolbox collides with my foot again. I give in and finally stomp over to the broom in the kitchen and begin to sweep the floor, pushing all the spare parts into a space by the windows, including the pile of pubes I trimmed. For the first time in what I figure must be a year, there is more than a ten square foot open space in my front room. I’m just happy to have the floor even partially cleared for my guest.
The door finally opens and I turn to see the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen, a body I’ve only ever seen in the mirror and in photos. I just grip the broom and stand there like an idiot. He’s wearing my pink shirt and white shorts, and I can tell he went into the bathroom and fixed his hair.
“Wow,” I let out. I’m not sure if I meant to say that.
“You too,” he grins. I set the broom against the window and walk towards him. He takes a few timid steps forward to meet me. When we get close enough, I reach my hand out, but stop myself before I touch him.
“Can I…?” I mutter.
“Yeah.” He looks as flustered as I am. I place my hand on his shoulder. I run it down his arm and when I touch his skin I breathe deep. It’s so soft, and I can feel the faintest dusting of hair sprouting from the bicep as my thumb rubs the muscle. I go further. The hair thickens. I reach his hand and weave my fingers through his.
Suddenly, I become overwhelmed with emotion and pull him forward to hug me. He squeezes back and we settle into the deepest embrace I’ve ever felt. I feel the strength of his arms as he spreads them across my back, and my hands grasp his shoulder muscles.
The warmth of his steady breath ripples throughout my body. I take a step forward and let my dick rest against his through our shorts. My right hand moves to caress his head when I get a sudden urge. I pull apart from him and he does too. Our faces are just inches from one another, and in every way identical. I see the birthmark on my left cheek, a small dark spot.
“Can I kiss you?”
He grins. Beautiful. “I’ve been waiting for you to ask me that since I walked through my front door.”
Our lips finally collide. What feels like a shock courses through me. Years of waiting for this moment seems to combine into a ferocious lust and I can feel my other self experiencing the same feeling. I know exactly how I like to kiss, and my clone swirls his tongue around the inside of my mouth and mine in his.
It’s not long before we start to tear our clothes off, but when we both only have our underwear on, we take a step back and stare. He’s wearing white briefs, and so am I. I can see the outline of his hard cock pushed to the left, snaking around his waist. I can see my tan line just above the waistband, and the scar on his abdomen from a surgery I got when I was a kid. His milky hamstrings, broad shoulders, hard nipples, it’s one thing to see it in the mirror. In person, it’s mesmerizing.
“Holy shit,” he says.
“I thought this day might never come.”
I gesture to his crotch. “May I?”
I slowly approach myself and kneel down, grabbing each side of his underwear. I look up and see my face smiling back at me. My dick somehow gets even harder.
Slowly I pull his briefs down, revealing his pubic hair, and then the base of his cock. Halfway down the thigh, his thick, hard cock slips out of the waistband and slaps his stomach with a thud. I pull the underwear down to his feet and he steps out of them. Now he’s completely naked, just the same as when I first saw him. Then I notice something fascinating. I leap back.
“Wait, hold on.”
“What is it?”
I point to his crotch, “Your pubes! They’re just as short as mine!” I cry, pulling down my underwear to reveal my own pubic hair, “and I trimmed mine right before I jizzed into the machine!”
“That’s right, I remember doing that.” He looks surprised and thinks deeply.
“I had no idea my machine could produce a clone so precise!”
He looks up and smiles. “You’re a genius, man. What can I say?”
“Hey, you made that machine as much as I did,” he grins. “Now come over here and take my underwear off.”