This is a standalone story about 9500 words long
Thanks to my editor Comentarista82 who made many improvements; any remaining mistakes are mine.
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Step 1: Clean the donor's upper arm with the swab. Place the sampling device on the arm and press the button. Remove it (the extraction needle has already retracted) after five seconds and place it in the plastic case; the case in the envelope; seal and post the envelope.
Connie had drunk a lot, both of them excited and celebrating, and was now sleeping soundly. They had discussed this, since she hated needles. Robert followed the instructions, and his wife didn't even twitch as he pushed the button. He checked and saw a tiny mark, a drop of blood, less than a pinhead wide. He took the plaster with the smiley face that had come with the kit, and stuck it on his wife's arm.
"It's done, love," he whispered and kissed her on her forehead.
Connie stirred, her eyes shut and muttered "A baby." She returned to her slumber.
On the back of the new consulting contract Robert was going to experiment with a clone, whilst he was away for six months.
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Step 2: Incubation takes three months. Choose a quiet location with enough space. Put the incubator box in the centre of the mat and connect flask A and flask W to the blue and brown plastic tubes; the fittings lock and click.
Robert watched in the spare bedroom for a while, but soon realised that it was as boring as watching paint dry. He could work, since he had nothing else to do, or he could go out and have a drink. He sighed and left the room to do routine chores before he went out, like setting the dishwasher running and starting a load of washing. He decided he couldn't do either, not enough to justify a load, alone in this flat. He missed Connie, his wife of twenty years, just sitting in the lounge with her. He could open his laptop and do some work, but he knew from years of experience that letting his brain work in the background would make the reports he had to write tomorrow better. He found himself looking at the box again, the green light and the small screen showing a progress line: 0.0%. Eventually he left and enjoyed a solitary pint at the nearby pub, distractedly watching soccer. How would the clone be?
Time crept by. Robert lived in the rented flat during the week and flew home on weekends. What had seemed like an exciting hobby and a new purchase turned into an exercise in patience. He fitted out the bedroom as a dungeon, with restraints on the bed and toys on the wall. That only took a few evenings. His wife wasn't keen on that, and he always wanted to try it – a clone would be ideal. It would be three months before anything exciting happened. After a week a small black tube, like a bicycle inner tube, extruded from the box. He let Connie know what was happening every weekend and they talked about what they might do. The uses were obvious, and it was exciting to talk about the possibility of a third person.
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Robert saw the bag expand, now kitten-sized. It seemed to grow faster as he waited. Every day after work he looked in the bedroom to check the size and the box display. One day he saw it started kicking and wriggling. He could see the arms and legs pushing out the bag. He read it grew faster because the incubator was more efficient than a womb; the pumps and fans provided more food and oxygen so the body matured quicker.
Robert phoned his wife.
"Hi honey. How are you?" he said, listening to her distant voice.
"All much the same, working. Missing you." She made a kissing noise and he responded. "Anything different where you are?"
"Oh, much the same here. I went out to the cinema on Tuesday."
"Uh huh. I'm going out with Susan and Jackie again on Thursday, for a little drink."
"Out with the girls again. I hope you enjoy yourself."
"Will do. How's the clone? Still healthy and kicking?"
"It's still growing, another month yet. It's nearly your size and when you poke it, it squirms."
"Won't that damage it? Are you supposed to disturb it?"
"The instructions don't say not to poke it."
"I suppose people poke pregnant women in the stomach and nothing happens. I wouldn't know personally. Anyway, I'm looking forward to seeing it."
"I'll let you know when it's ready, of course. But the instructions say it doesn't do much until it has been trained."
"Then you train it and enjoy it. And then we get to use it for us."
"Yes, trained for me. Then bred for us."
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Step 7: Cut the membrane and the clone will start breathing. Place the headset on the clone: lock the latches so it does not fall off. Place a nutrient mouthpiece near the clone. Leave the umbilical cord; the clone will cut it.
Robert used the blunt medical shears to cut the thick black plastic: not a lot of fluid ran out. Inside he could see pale skin, black hair, just like Connie's, but matted and damp. He took a picture and sent it to Connie. He smiled, thinking of her. It, she, what was going to be his toy, lay quietly with a headset on, a visor over the eyes. He could see the eyes, blue like Connie's, flickering as they gazed at the images. He went out to get his dinner from a pizza place but was too excited to stay. Checking his phone as he returned, Connie had responded with a thumbs up and a kiss.
The reality at the bedroom door shocked him. The clone was sitting up when he came in. Still looking at the visor, but the pipe with the teat was in its, no her, hand. Robert calmed himself, he had to wait. Nothing said he couldn't admire her, so similar yet so white. No sunlight yet, he thought. He couldn't resist, bending down and touching the nipples. It delighted him that they hardened into little stiff nubs under his gently twisting fingers. She smelt a little; he checked the instructions about bathing her. That was going to be fun.
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Step 10: Sexual use can start once the clone recognises the owner and can accept verbal instructions; this requires about 3 days. Responses will improve as programming continues.
"Stand up." Robert spoke clearly, calmly, and slowly as instructed. She stood up, swaying, legs trembling. She was the same as Connie but how she moved was alien, jerky, showing her unfamiliarity with standing. The muscles weren't defined well but she looked sexy and curved, without birthmarks or scars. The blue eyes looked at him blankly.
"Follow me." he said, guiding her. "Get into the bath. Stand at the far end and don't move. I'll turn on the shower and get it to the right temperature."
She waited patiently before he ordered, "Into the shower." She moved under it; He wetted her, pulling her round under the spray. She moved as he pulled but didn't respond. He began washing her. It felt impersonal, like washing a doll. He hadn't realised, even though he was naked too, that much of his response was the pull and movement from Connie. He wasn't erect yet. She didn't react to being washed apart from suddenly giggling when he did her stomach.
"Tickles...new."
That made him react. A jolt in his gut. "Can you talk?"
"Yes. I am a clone. I understand English. Are you my master?"
"Yes. Can you wash yourself?"
"Not yet. Continue please. In a day I might be able to."
He helped her dry. Black hair, long and smooth, like his wife's. He dried it as she stood, still like a doll. She moved more now and as he smoothed the towel over her full breasts, his arousal surged; it excited him as he asked:
"Are you ready for sex?"
"Yes. Help my body become ready." The clone had no feeling; the voice was level and calm. She gazed at him, focussing more.
"Will you enjoy it?" He was concerned, he didn't want to hurt her even if she was just a clone.
"I am adult and know I am made for sex. I expect to be used."
He took her arm then walked into his bedroom, indicating the bed, with the clone passively following. "Lie down."
She understood. He was surprised at her caution as she crawled onto the bed slowly. It was her first time. She looked at it, and pressed down on the soft covers and pillows, feeling the texture. "Oohh, this is soft," she breathed. She continued to feel, moving her hands and then her feet back and forth, looking at the indentations.
He put his hand on her back, and she raised it like a cat. She seemed to like it. "Do you feel that?"
"Yes. New. Pleasant."
"Turn over." His voice was hoarser now and he was breathing harder.
She turned and moved her arms and legs out into an X. The body was desirable, curved. Her armpits were hairless and so was her mound although her long hair was smooth like Connie's. Her head turned, the blue eyes wide, and looked him up and down, interested.
He was hard and moved over her, careful not to put too much weight on her. First he fingered her pussy. It was dry and so he rubbed gently over the outer lips. Her face was calm, still looking at him with interest. Moisture started to cover his fingers after a few minutes then he could smell her arousal. All the time he was comparing her with Connie. The feel was the same, and so was the moisture. She didn't talk and started breathing more heavily.
"Do you like that?"
She didn't answer and her face shifted slightly, looking puzzled; it shifted again as if she were looking intently at something only she could see. The eyes were looking at the ceiling now. It was like fucking a doll, no response or very little. She was wet. He guided himself in. No risk of disease he thought. She was tight, like his wife – and so new. The newness made the feelings at the end of his cock rise quickly and he slowed to enjoy it. She remained passive. Then the feeling came at the top and bottom of his cock, moving both up and down it, then all along the length. He felt the initial tensing up and the pleasure shook him. He gasped and tensed enjoying the contractions as he came, extracting all the feelings until it got sensitive. She breathed harder but had not responded in any other way. He was breathing hard also, his face pressed into her neck. She smelt like Connie, with clean skin and her scented shampoo.
She spoke. "This feels new. I am made for this. My master." It sounded like she was trying out the words.
Robert thought about the manual, how it said responses would improve.
