Author's Note: this story was requested by u/Previous-Special9819, who was invaluable in the writing process. I hope she--and you all--like the final product!😘

--Spontaneous Human Replication Log of Anna G.--

Google said to make a log of my experiences, and I guess it'd help to process what the fuck is going on.

As I'm sure you know, there's been a recent mutation in human DNA which causes spontaneous human replication, or Total Multi-Cellular Mitosis (TMCM). It's a mouthful, so I'll just call my experience "the Clone Incident." My doctor says it was a side effect of my medication, and the "reunification" should occur while I'm asleep 1-3 months after the initial replication. She spouted something about hematomic compatibility, whatever. All I know is one day, I went to bed horny, and woke up with me lying beside me in bed.

My clone--by the way, from now on, I'll call Other-Me--was just... There. Naked. In my bed. (No, I know what you're thinking, we didn't. Not yet, at least.)

I got a big t-shirt for her and some panties, and gave her some clothes for her to use. Thankfully, our clones have the same brain, same thoughts, same everything; one consciousness, two bodies. It meant I could stay home and do laundry while she could go work, or I could go out and she could do laundry. That also meant twice as much shower time, twice as much food being eaten, twice as much everything, and almost no private time. I'm used to living alone and talking to myself, so to live with a roommate and to have me talking back, it was just... Weird. I'll admit, though, it was nice sharing a bed with someone every night.

Things really came to a head one night after I'd showered, about a week after she--or I, I guess--showed up. With two people sharing one person's water, it was tough to get some "alone time" and relieve some tension. She was brushing her hair on her side of the bed, in a big t-shirt and panties. I, on the other hand, was wearing a crop top and panties; I get hot at night.

"Short shower," she said.

"No warm water left," I retorted, slipping under the covers and lying back. "I thought we agreed, five minutes each."

"Look, I tried getting off in the shower, but I can't do it in under five minutes!" She put the brush on the nightstand and joined me under the covers.

I rolled my eyes. "Like I can?"

"I'm just saying," she said, "all this 'togetherness' is taking a toll on us. I think we just need to get over ourselves and get off."

I sighed. I'd never masturbated with another woman in the room. Definitely with an ex-boyfriend or two, but never a woman, much less my fucking clone.

"I... I don't know," I said, my clit slowly beginning to throb.

"I know what you're feeling," she said, propping herself on her side. "You and I both know you can't lie to me."

She was right.

"I've never--"

"We've never. This is a first for me too, but I can't fucking stand it anymore, Anna." She was breathing heavier now, a fire lighting behind her eyes.

I watched as her tits--my tits, I guess--rose and fell under her shirt. Her hand was under the blanket, totally still, but I didn't realize... I didn't know it would turn me on so much.

"Ladies first," she joked.

My face burning, I found my hand moving down to my throbbing clit.

Our fingers began circling over our clits, my head rolling into my pillow and her eyes watching me. My legs spread under the covers, accidentally brushing her legs, causing me to draw back but not stop stroking.

"About--fucking--time," she moaned, her knee raising under the covers.

My clit was slick and smooth, and we could hear our fingers moving on our wet cunts between moans and gasps.

"We--moan--we should've done this--ah--ah--a long time ago--*moan*--" she breathed, her free hand reaching up to her tit.

My nipples ached for touch and torture, so I traced my fingers over the fabric of my crop top, feeling my nipples grow harder and the hem of my crop top inching up my tits.

Her mouth hung open with pleasure, and I could feel her hot breath on my underboobs as she began to breathe heavier and moan louder. A part of me ached for her lips--my lips--to suck and kiss and nibble my ti--ohh!

I forgot clones share a brain--fuck, that feels good! Her tongue traced the line of my underboob and nosed and nuzzled my shirt up, still circling our own clits under the covers. She teased around my areolas--just like I like--and nibbled and bit my nipples. She moaned into my chest, completely consumed with consuming my tits.

Sweat began to bead on my forehead and upper lip--fuck, this was hot. Literally. With my free hand, I pulled and yanked the blanket off of us, allowing the cool air to brush against our skin.

Her fingers were frantically circling her clit, and her free hand had hiked her shirt over her tits. Her--my--milky tits shook with every breath, every stroke, every movement. It was strange seeing myself like this--no, seeing another woman like this, even if it was me.

As my hips bucked, I felt her wet fingers take the hand between my legs and move it between hers. Feeling another clit--even if it was my own--was a totally new experience. She--I--was so wet, so eager. Did my ex boyfriends crave me this much?

I started rubbing her clit, and whimpered when I felt her hand cup my cunt and start to rub my clit. I arched my back to grind on her fingers, which apparently, she fucking loved. After a few strokes, she grew eager, and slipped a finger--and another--into my cunt.

I'd never been able to get the best angle on my g-spot on my own, but somehow, this being who knew my very atoms, knew exactly where to stroke and grope and pulse to get me to grind on her. What else was I supposed to do but return the favor?

I slipped a finger in, then another, just as she'd just done, and felt around for the spot she was stroking. I assume I found it, because before long, she was clenching on my fingers and pulling her lips back to focus on me fingerfucking her. It was otherworldly, honestly. Was this what my exes saw when they fingered me? Did they watch my eyes flutter and hear my moans, my gasps, and be motivated to just keep fucking?

I kept the pace she--or, I, I guess--seemed to like, and she grew distracted from fingering me. Her breathing became jerky and discordant--a sound I'm very familiar with. Like I was auditioning for Julliard, I kept the tempo, feeling her cunt clench on my wet fingers.

"Fuck--grunt--An-na-aahh--" There was something so animalistic, so raw, about her moans. It drove me fucking crazy.

With one final clench, she--or I--gripped my belly as she came on my fingers, her tits shaking and heaving under the pile of her t-shirt. "F-fuck," she moaned. After a few seconds and she'd caught her breath, she ordered, "Get on top of me."

Without forethought--or regret--I obeyed.

I straddled her body and felt her hands on the crease where my thighs meet my hips. A moment later, she slipped her fingers in again, returning to that soft spot and keeping the tempo she just came to.

"Oghh--oh-my-g-God-d--" I'd never been fingerfucked like this. It was always by guys who were playing grab-ass in the backseat of their car, poking one finger in and out, never easing around like this. Searching like this. Exploring like this.

Her strokes--which mirrored my earlier strokes--kept pace, as my mouth hung open and I gripped her belly. I found my hips thrusting and grinding on her fingers, until I was fully fucking her fingers, in rhythm with her massaging. I rolled my head back, and began rubbing my clit and groping my tits again, relishing in the feeling of these hands on me.

"I'm gonna make you cum," she said, rather confidently. I was shocked until she sped up to the perfect speed, building my orgasm quickly between her strokes and my clit-rubbing.

Before long, I felt my cunt clench on her fingers too, and I moaned and cried out over her, bracing myself on my headboard, and fucking the last bits of my orgasm from her fingers. Breathing heavily, I slipped off of her fingers and rolled back to my side of the bed to catch my breath.

After a long, tense moment, I had the bright idea to say, "So... Does that count as masturbation?"