He used her all the time. I'd wake at odd hours of the night, looking around the small room I rested in for what had roused me from the half slumber I was in. I don't even have the space to lie down, though the new changes to my body don't seem to mind. I'd see nothing, hear nothing, and then from the other side of the wall I'd hear it. The soft groan of Darren, then the sloppy noises of my duplicate sucking his cock or the hungry but muffled moan of her being pushed into the bed followed by the squeak and slap of him thrusting himself into her- into my- pussy.
I'd hear them finish, the squeak of one or both of them falling to the bed, springs squeaking and then moments later I'd start to fade again, feeling sleep creep into my mind. My head would droop forward and my eyes would close. The next thing I know it's morning, Darren would open the door to my closet and smile at me. Her hands- my hands- the duplicates hands would often be slinking around him. Rubbing his neck or shoulders.
This is any such morning. Darren gives his polite if uninterested smile, immediately turning away from my closet and walking down the hallway, the duplicate follows him as he walks. He's dressed simply, a baby blue button down shirt like he's going to church, khaki pants that fit well, his dark hair parted on the side, and his feet enclosed in dark brown leather shoes. She's wearing nothing, her ass bounces gently with each step, her ass sways without a care in the world.
I feel myself shudder forward, the first few movements are always stiff in the morning. After only a few steps my gait evens out. Each of my body's steps are perfect. My ass doesn't bounce, despite the enhancements to my body since the duplication, my body moves in such a way that nothing jiggles. It's a sexless yet confident kind of movement.
I make no choices in my day. Simply ride along inside myself, feeling every fiber and bottle as I perform my tasks. Darren sits and watches a game, well I assume it's a game, each time the TV enters my vision, it looks to be a screen full of static. I clean the desk in his study, straightening all the books and papers, putting away the pens and weights. I run a feather duster back and forth over all the open spaces, the deep mahogany desk becoming subtly darker with each swish of my wrist.
I stand up turning to leave the room when I feel it. My senses change, the colors of the room seem to mutate for a moment before returning to normal. My body has frozen in place, it doesn't move or twitch, just stops. Then I hear the quiet sloppy slurping noise coming from the living room, just out the door of the study and around the corner.
"That's it, good girl," the familiar voice of Darren confirms my suspicion. The slurping grows slightly louder, and is suddenly accompanied by the quiet "gluck glurck" of Darren's cock bottoming out in the duplicates throat. She coughs and sputters for a moment, and in that moment I try again.
It doesn't even take all my might anymore, though it still takes some effort I focus hard, pulling my foot forward and continuing my movement toward the hall. My steps are nearly natural now, though I still shudder a bit if my mind wanders. I feel a rush as my foot comes down on the soft carpet, then my other lifts off as instructed. I've never made it more than a step with out my body kicking me back out and taking control back.
My other foot comes down, just as my first lifts off again. I'm doing it. I'm walking again, wherever I want to go. I turn my eyes down, slowly rotating my head with them. I bring them to focus on my hand as I pull my fingers open. The fingers don't move at first, the spray bottle feels somehow oppressive in my fingers. I push them harder, willing the fingers to separate, as my feet now carry me thoughtlessly forward.
In the other room I hear the static change, the soft "gluck" noises have been replaced by gags and deep heaves.
"Come on cunt, get it over with" Darren's voice calls out. The loud crack of a slap against the duplicates face rings out. Then another slap. The guttural gags speed up as a third and final slap rings out through the house.
"Guhh- fucking finally." Darren's voice calls out roughly, the familiar cadence of him emptying his balls into the willing holes of that thing that wears her skin. Just as he releases himself, I feel the fingers move. The open straight up, sending the spray bottle tumbling to the floor with a soft thud. My feet, still moving forward, step over the bottle. I move my eyes back up only too late.
The deep browns of the wood panel wall overtake my vision in an instant I feel my head knock against the wall then stop. For a moment I'm not sure what's happened. I feel a warm liquid run down the side of my head, feel the cool wall even through the thick layers of bra and the thin dress over my chest. I try to step back, but I'm locked out. Unable to move as my body holds itself still.
"Go see what you're up to in there," Darren's voice is calm and even. I hear the familiar zip of his fly and the metallic clang of his recliner doing what it's built to do. Soft footsteps cross the small living room and turn the corner.
The duplicate doesn't talk. It never talks. I feel soft fingers grab under my chin and turn my head, my body automatically adjusts, turning towards the duplicate. She stands before me, grin on her face and eyes bloodshot. Her makeup has run in great grey-black streaks down her cheeks, one of which is bright pink. You can nearly see the outline of his hand on her rapidly bruising cheek. The liquid dribbling down her chin and dropping carelessly onto her large yet perky tits is clearly a sick mixture of Darren's cum and her own slobber.
"Just a misstep sir." I feel my own lips make the words as they slide out. The vibration feeling alien to me, the thought surely being from outside my mind. The duplicate reaches a hand up to her own face and touches it gently. The skin shifts for a moment the black veins underneath are surely visible, and then they settle again. Her makeup has been washed away, the bright pink impact mark shifted back into perfect skin. The spit, cum, and smile still remained.
"Alright, well get started on cleaning the kitchen before dinner," Darren's voice carried easily, he had a strong voice which spoke confidently. "Leave her dirty too, she won't like it, but she needs to learn efficiency"
