Hot nothing.

Mark looked up from his study partner's neck, his eyes clouded with animalistic lust. "Look like Jen, but be blank. Be our little Jen sex doll, no thoughts, no memories, just... nothing."

The girl immediately slackened, her arms dangling limply in her lap. At the same time, her face and body seemed to shimmer for a moment. Mark marveled at the sight of her breasts, hanging from her hunched torso, visibly swelling. After a few seconds, her transformation was complete. Jen chuckled again. "You fucking weirdo."

He laughed along, his breath steamy on her chest. He pecked lightly at the uppermost curve of her breast as his fingers slowly made their way further down. "Hey, don't blame me," he said between kisses. "You made me."

Her back arched as he spoke those words, smashing her torso into his face suddenly. He felt another dampening. "Nnnnghfuck, I fucking did! I fucking made you! I- Oh my God, Mark, I made you!"

He turned to the vacant Lily. "Make yourself useful! Come give Jen head!" He turned back to Jen. "Flip over."

Her cheeks flushed when he ordered her around. He spooned against her, his right hand greedily exploring her chest. Her doppelganger, meanwhile, was kneeling in front of her at the edge of the bed. She gasped when his rock-hard cock brushed against her thigh, then yelped when she felt her clone's tongue.

Mark had never been so turned on in his life, and he could barely think. This was the best thing he'd ever felt, this was the best the he ever could feel but he was wrong, he was feeling more and more and it felt like his chest would burst and he was spraying, spraying into the air and it hit the ceiling with an audible plop.

"Ohhhghgghghhgffff..." he mumbled.

Jen laughed. "Did you just- oof- did you just come from beingintheroom oh God oh God..." Her witticism was cut off by a sudden burst of activity from Lily's tongue. "I guess I didn't really need a guy after Lily here took oohhhhhhh fuck!"

She bucked wildly, Lily's task apparently reaching a crescendo. Her speech devolved into incoherent moaning as Mark's rough but gentle hands snaked around her, one settling on her left breast and the other gently massaging her scalp. She gave a surprised squeak and he laughed softly. He gently brushed her hair away from her ear and leaned in close to whisper.

"You made us."