The Clone

‘Something isn’t right.’ I thought to myself. I tried to move my arms, but they seemed paralyzed. Hopefully the effects wouldn’t last too long, or else my only hope would be for someone to come down to the lab and find me. I wasn’t about to start panicking just yet though.

All of the calculations had been in place. Maybe it would have been better to test out the machine on someone else first but I was so certain that it was going to work. The device I was now sitting in was supposed to be a cloning device, I was expecting to flip the switch and walk out with a copy of myself. Although walking now seemed to be impossible, for some reason I was having difficulty moving my legs. I also appeared to have fallen down in the process as I was now staring straight up at the ceiling.

“It didn’t work.” I heard myself say dejectedly. Although it wasn’t me speaking. Suddenly my mind was racing. If I hadn’t said it then the experiment must have worked. There was a clone of myself. I just had to somehow get his attention, maybe he could figure out why I couldn’t move.

“I don’t understand.” I heard him say. Then I saw my clone, he was a giant towering over me. I tried to yell up to him but couldn’t seem to get my mouth to work. He reached down and wrapped a single hand around my entire body. It was then that I realized my error, I was the clone and something had gone terribly wrong. The hand gave me a squeeze and I felt my body expanding.

“It actually seems functional, this is amazing.” For a moment my mind had been completely distracted by how amazing it felt to be held in his paw. My entire body seemed to be an erogenous zone. My perspective changed significantly as he picked me up, the sudden change in height was disorienting to my miniature body. Had I been cloned and shrunken? That didn’t really seem to explain why I couldn’t move.

He brought me over to the lab table and set me down. In the mirror on the wall, I caught my first glimpse of what I looked like. He was right, something had gone terribly wrong. I wasn’t a duplicate of the wolf sitting on the lab stool next to me. I was a clone of his dick. That’s why my entire body had been pleasured by simply being held. Now was a good time to start panicking. I watched in horror as my body shrunk in the mirror, slowly retreating back into the warmth of the cloned sheath. As I reached my most flaccid state, the sheath popped over my head and blocked out my sight of the lab and surroundings. If I wanted to be able to see again I would have to get hard.

“Oh well, guess I can always try again later. Nobody needs to know about this failure.” I heard myself giggle and felt a pair of paws carrying me once more. ‘Oh no.’ I thought. I knew myself all too well. Even just the thought of what was about to occur was causing my body to expand once more. My head popped free of the sheath and the next thing I saw was the inside of my bedroom, or what used to be my bedroom.

“Huh, looks like you’re ready to go aren’t you little guy. It’s almost as though you are sentient.” He smiled down at me and held me at eye level. For a moment I got my hopes up, if he realized that I was sentient then he could find a way for us to communicate. I even thought that might have been what he was doing at first, but then he slowly lowered me toward his maw.

“I’ve always wondered what I taste like.” If I had arms I probably would have tried to push away, but I was completely at his mercy. His large tongue flopped out of his mouth and rose up to give me a lick, the hot saliva coating my head and making it difficult to see. The feeling of his rough tongue sent shivers through my body as I grew to nearly twice my size. My brain switched off once more, the only thought running through it was that of wanting, no, needing to be pleasured.

The world went dark around me once more as I plunged deep into the wolf’s maw. The heat surrounding me warmed my body as his lips wrapped around me. ‘Yes, please. More!’ His tongue explored every inch of my body, licking furiously at my underside. I was in heaven. Just a little more and it would be over. I was on the verge of release when light flooded around me once more. ‘What? No! Don’t stop!’ I wanted to scream, I could feel my body twitching in his paw. If I could, I would have rubbed myself on his pad, that’s all it probably would have taken to get me off at the moment.

“Oh my god this is amazing. I can feel it. I’m going to have to study that later, but for now, I think you’ve got enough lube.” My head was still so far in the clouds that I almost didn’t process what he was saying. It wasn’t until he shifted me down on the bed that I realized what he was about to do next. Without warning, I found myself staring at my own tail hole. The pucker was slowly opening and clenching, probably unsure if it wanted to accept me.

Whether or not I wanted to, there was no way for me to protest. The wolf pulled back my sheath and pushed my head towards the opening. I had always wanted to have the ability to fuck myself, but I’d always imagined doing it from the other perspective. Darkness enveloped me as I felt the constricting skin surround my body. The whole didn’t seem wide enough at first, but the wolf continued to push me, plunging me deeper into his body.

His hand clasped tight on my balls, the only part of me that he could hold onto as he pulled my body out once more, leaving only my head inside of him. Then he pushed again and the friction cause my head to flare up in pleasure. Another part of my body felt as though it were expanding and hardening once more. It took a moment for me to realize that it must have been the knot. ‘Uh oh.’ Again, I knew myself all too well. As I neared orgasm, I realized that the original version of me was far too horny to know any better. He gave one last hard thrust and I felt my knot slip past the constricting hole, but by now my mind was too far gone to worry about such issues. A salty mixture pushed up from what felt like my stomach and through my mouth out into the tailhole. For a moment it felt as though I was breathing heavily, but with every breath came another spurt of cum.

“Hmm, this will make a great buttplug.” It was difficult to hear him, but the connotation came through loud and clear. He had forced me to knot him on purpose. It seemed as though I would be trapped in here for a while, at least until the knot went down. I tried to will it away without any luck.