A methuselah’s technition.

Twenty clones. I was disgusted at how wealthy this methuselah was. And they weren’t even for him or his wife - he said they were for his mistress. All physically different but all generally similar enough to get a sense for the guys proclavities. All were short at around five foot with some variation, all shapely and gorgeous with wide hips and generally small breasts but a few had large breasts and one had very large breasts. All had bob cuts or shorter cut hair. A few were crew cut. They were all set at 22 years. They were a smattering of all races. But it was the work on their minds that was most incredible. All had extremely increased libidos. All had very weak wills and would be highly submissive. That was an insane investment.

“The lifestyles of the filthy rich huh? You know I heard those bodies aren’t for his mistress. They’re for fuckups. You make a big enough mistake and that methuselah transfers you into one of them permanently as an abject lesson...” Ian observed. “A **** to that mental architecture we made.”

I grunted. I’d heard that too. You didn’t fail a meth. “Just a rumour. Not something you should go around talking about.”

“Yeah. But wouldn’t it be fun to have one? One weekend I asked Sally Ann from accounting here and swapped her into one. Best weekend ever. It was a shame to switch her back.” Ian says. “Used the backdoor protocol...” he mentioned with a grin receding to the security over ride they’d found one day.

I nodded, wheels turning in my mind.

Every few months the methuselah would collect one. He never put the old bodies back in cold storage. Probably had his own storage facilities. I didn’t know where but I didn’t really care. We were paid for discretion.

I’d been working at the Clone Vats for a few years and I’d been wanting myself one of those bodies ever since I’d seen them. I knew there were people out there **** for a body that would agree to go into one. And I started thinking. I knew how to grow one. I could do it over a long weekend. The only hitch was that I’d need to walk the body out myself. Actually in it. Leave my body at home, transfer into it and get out. If I failed or got caught I’d be fired. But it was worth the risk. And using the backdoor I could do it.

So after everyone had left I used one of the methuselah’s finest gene patterns and set the banks to make her off the books after work on Friday. I put a bag under the desk with clothes and went home feeling nervous and guilty. I monitored things remotely. No one went in. Monday was a public holiday and she was finished Monday night. With growing nervousness I accessed the security one last time. No one had been in. Excellent. I transferred.

I awoke in the vat as expected and looked down. Breasts and curves and a cute little vagina between my legs. My new musculature was extremely underdeveloped, though I was quite fit. I felt horny. That was all to be expected. I let myself out of the vat feeling small and scared. The place looked so much bigger now. Alien to my new self. I went naked to the bag, wider hips making walking odd, conscious of my missing cock and full feeling breasts. I took out the clothes with my small dextrous hands. So different. Panties, bra, shirt, socks, pants and shoes. Dressing felt oddly erotic, things swaying and sliding about in a most interesting way. I had to admit the void between my legs, the lack of a cock was the greatest change. I’d not worn a female body before. I missed my cock and balls. Best not to dwell on that. I just walked out.

It was that easy. Just a sexy girl walking out of a high security cloning complex. Simple if the security was fully automated and over ruled. But it was exciting. Hips swaying, breasts jiggling, sex tingling, nipples hardening, heart pumping with excitement. If I was caught I’d be in all kinds of trouble. Fired no doubt. Maybe they’d screw me ... bend me over and ... I shook of my unexpected fantasies. But they didn’t do a thing. This body was mine! I could put in a willing stack and have my own sex toy. My new sex told me how aroused that idea made me. I paused outside. This body was not registered and had no biometric or thumb print accounts. So I had to walk. Not far to my conapt. Kind of exciting still. Maybe should give this body a try. Then again maybe not.

“Hello there,” a man said blocking my path. I paused as I looked up. I still wasn’t comfortable with my height. It was Ian! He smiled as he looked me over. “Is that you Luke? I like the sleeve. Sexy.”

“Er hi,” I said uncertainly. He knew! Damn it I thought I’d got away with it. I should have run but I just stood there without a clue. He was so big! He thought I was sexy. I bit my lip. I was a girl! I’d never live this down!

“We should talk.” He said as he took me by the narrow shoulder and pushed me towards a love hotel. I should have resisted but couldn’t. In this body I was a model of obedience. A love hotel. A pay by the your fuck pad. A place for one night stands or whores. I felt cheap. “The Gorean suite please.” He said to the A.I. as he thumb printed and paid then led me to the elevator. My nipples were rock hard in my bra, poking out and broadcasting my arousal.

I was unfamiliar with Gorean, whatever that was. I entered the room and looked about at the Medieval bondage accoutrements and I understood. I swalllowed as my heart beat faster. “Undress girl,” he said confidently.

I blinked in confusion. I wanted to obey. Be naked. But I was a man. This sleeve wasn’t me. “I...” I stammered. What was happening?

“Undress.” He said firmly.

My subservience and libido defeated me. I trembled with lust. Before I knew it I had undressed, my clothes strewn on the floor and was climbing naked on the large bed. My hairless cunt was exposed and I regretted choosing such a sexually needful body. I felt so small and... horny. I was getting wet with arousal. It was undignified and shameful but so fucking exciting. He collared me like a **** girl and then disrobed and joined me in the furs atop the bed. I fixedly stared at his slowly bobbing cock wondering what it would feel like inside me, intrigued by the thought. Wanting it. Fuck me! The collar sat snug about my neck accentuating my status. I felt like property. His property. It was a turn on. . I felt ashamed and tried to cover my breasts and sex. He pushed away my hands. “Turn about on your hands and knees. I want to fuck you from behind doggy style.”

“Ian. Please. You can have this sleeve. Just let me go,” I begged as I obeyed. I was unable to resist. On my hands and knees, breasts hanging down, my new sex presented. I looked back at him as he gripped my hips. I was rather inexpert but I sensed this aroused Ian further. I was virginal and ripe for a first conquest. It must have made me seem younger.

“Imagine my surprise when my monitor alerted me to you use of the backdoor to make a Clone. And then you swapped into it. Ballsy. Well not really,” he rubbed my sex and I gasped, eyes going distant.

“Please,” I pleaded.

“If anyone finds out they’ll track this back to you. But they won’t find you cause you’ll be mine,” he said. I felt his cock at my lips, pushing at them, the head edging them apart. My eyes widened as he slid forward.

“Please...” I begged. I wanted him in me urgently.

“You’ll be my sex toy...” he whispered and slid into me. I gasped, my body reacting as I was filled. I’d known yet I’d not known just how carnal this little body of mine was. It felt his balls rest against my pubic mound as he fully penetrated me. I stared past my dangling breasts hardly believing it. I’d never felt such intense sexual pleasure. He gripped my hips and withdrew then pounded into me again. I found myself rocking in time with him. Being fucked like this was incredible. He eclearly enjoyed my little cries and moans.

And then we were fucking hard and fast. He took me, my breasts bouncing, sex overwhelming me. “”Please... harder.” I begged. He obliged. Then he came, filling me with spasmodic thrusts and ejaculate. I found my pussy discharging wetly, clamping muscles to try and milk him, sweat drenched, noisy. I rode the new and unfamiliar wave of pleasure to its final, dissipating conclusion. We lay there panting. I sighed in euphoric bliss. It was like a ****.

“It’s your body. You can't help yourself. It's just about impossible not to submit

to your needs. A perfect prison. Come on then you little fool. Let’s get you back to my conapt.” He said as he dressed. I started to dress. “Just bra and panties girl.” He instructed. I nodded. Suddenly he seemed so intimidating and the authority in his voice had an unexpected effect on me. I wanted to obey despite my better judgement. What had I gotten myself into?

He led me through the teeming streets and I drew attention. It was embarrassing and arousing. I was so feminine now. On display. Still euphoric from sex. I relished these new emotions and submissive urges. I realised Ian was not going to let me change back. That I was trapped as a small sexy woman. His personal sex toy. I was scared. Intimidated. And utterly turned on.

We entered his conapt and he grinned down at me. “Well then. This didn’t turn out as planned but you did this to yourself. You’re stuck. You’d best make the best of things. I have a feeling you’re going to enjoy your new life. No let me show you the bedroom...”