Imagine being forcemasced by a future version of yourself
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Imagine being forcemasced by a future version of yourself
On the pc version of cookie clicker you can customize the final tier building, clones, to look like yourself
ddo you think it's warm and soft in there and maybe the walls grope you a little 🥺😵💫🥺😵💫
Follow up, can I get in one of the pods.
Fuck im so normal.
In another universe, my alternate self would be transfem and I want her to come to this universe and tie me down and cum in my tight little boypussy while telling me what a good boy im being for mommy
The Substance style cloning but i think we should be able to transfer our memories. i know it defeats the point of the movie but this is about me fucking myself ok lets carry on. it would be necessary to maintain the other person would stay 'me' and i would stay 'them' <- but just phrasing it like that is scary. is it really me on the other side? and surely they will have the same concern with me and my memories. maybe the basis of us being the same person would help but the act of injecting foreign memories feels really violating. good thing I'm 1. forgetful so really it would settle in easy and 2.into noncon. memory extracted via brain fluids and ingested to absorb. we fight and the loser has to be force-fed the bitter memory vial first. i wonder if the brawling win-rate will have an effect on my personality. but either way we'll get the same memories and it would even out again. fuck me I still don't feel like sleeping
Holy Quintet (and Hitomi) on Clonefucking
"I wouldn't wanna fuck my clone because that would be gay sex and I'm not gay" (she is)
"I'd fuck my clone because who would know better how to fuck me than me?"
"To be honest, fucking my clone has always been my fantasy"
"I'd totally do all sorts of weird things to my clone that I'm embarassed to tell anyone else about"
"I wouldn't fuck my clone because what if my clone is evil?"
"I wouldn't fuck my clone because my self-loathing is THAT strong."
i need to be subjected to that one cartoon trope of a character getting split into all their different aspects but instead it makes a different version of me for each of my kinks . and then obviously they all start grouping up with each other in new and innovative depravity
Even if Sylki don't turn up in DPAW, there's still going to be Lady Deadpool, so it's going to be supportive of selfcest/clonefucking, which is the closest to Sylki we will get 🤣
question: would you fuck your clone?
follow up questions:
if you fuck your clone, is it incest,
and also, is it gay?
my answers to these questions, should you ask-
is yes,
no,
and
obviously.
I’m not embarrassed to say it: I want to fuck my clone. I want to fuck my clone SO bad.
not because i think i’m hot shit, but because i believe if i fucked my clone i would know
exactly
what to do.
a luxury I am rarely afforded,
where every sexual situation feels like a card game whose instructions i tuned out, praying the rules would become evident
but suddenly there’s spoons involved, and slapping,
and shouting SPIT! -
imagine how much easier it would be
if all you had to do
was fuck yourself.
i’m sick of this uncanny valley of dating apps
full of mannequin-people who watch The Office
who are either too ernest or not ernest enough,
like is it really too much to ask for
to find someone with a
brain-rotted, irony-laden, three-layers-removed-from reality sense of humor
but an honest, open, unscarred heart of gold?
enter: my clone
enter: the version of me i like to think i am, but would swipe left on
because she’s SO out of my league.
enter: the version of myself i really am, but wouldn’t recognize if she slapped me through the mirror, because
you’re telling me when other people see me,
I look like that?
if i met me, i’m pretty sure i’d avoid me, but then i’d be in bed at night, like
will she text me back?
you see, everyone asks you if you would fuck your clone,
but the lesser asked question is if you would have compatible attachment styles with your clone.
to which I’d say,
honey, i wouldn’t even be able to look my clone in the eye.
not to mention the fact that both me and my clone are bottom-ass bitches, like,
no way is either of us is making the first move,
and if she tried
i would doubt her intentions,
immediately shrink away and tell her it could never work,
that my body is going to be disappointing, even for someone with the same one,
that i probably can’t
even make her come.
i’d tell her I can’t be what she needs
and i’m afraid if i loved her,
i’d never let her leave,
and i can’t do that to her. she deserves to be free.
she’s the person who’d know me better than anyone else,
but i never learned
how to love myself.
if my clone sat down in front of me with a rose picked
from the gardens of memory, held my hand
gently, tracing the scar she knows better
than the back of her own,
if she looked up at me,
blue eyes shining fractals of identity,
dark circles familiar as the
melody of every night i prayed for one person to understand me,
if she told me everything I wanted to hear
that she sees how I keep myself from falling apart,
that she knows all my songs and gets all my art,
i’d look away -
let go -
and break her heart.