The Bar at the End of the Universe

(Originally by ewm05006)

“What’s this?” Samus asked, pointing to an advert that appeared.

“Oh this?” The AI said. “This is something special I run- it’s a bar, super high end clients only. They come in for special drinks and special entertainment. For you, this would mean something reaaaallllly special. See, I have clients who want a good breeder. Someone they can use again and again, but someone famous you know? So, here’s my pitch-

I have a cloning machine here. We clone you, transfer your consciousness over to the clone. The client breeds you, then, bam, we transfer your consciousness back here, to your body, and make another clone. That first clone goes with the client, and you do it again. We split the proceeds 50/50, and, whenever you want to stop, you tell me and it’s done.”

“Ok.” Samus said, intrigued. “Anything else I should know?”

“Well, there is a contract... here. It assures basic rights and services, says I won’t “forget” to transfer you back, or give away your original body.... standard stuff.”

Samus looks over the contract. “What are these clauses?” She says, pointing to clause 456 and 752.

“Oh, 456? That just says I get to help out your body now! You know, to make the clone more attractive. It won’t be anything major- wider hips, add a couple inches of height, wetter and tighter pussy, grow your breasts to 44DD’s with nice, 3 inch long nipples, make your more sensitive- basically a fuckdoll, but not a bimbo.”

“Ok. And the other one?”

“Oh well.... these clients want to pay for the experience, so after they impregnate you on the stage at the bar you’ll live a simulated life with them. So you know what it is like to be theirs. It’s not permanent! It’s just a simulation, about 99.8% effective. So they can say they bred you AND loved with you. It’s pretty standard, really. Any other questions?”

“Yeah, you said on stage? Also, what if I’m not... compatible.. with someone?”

“Yeah, onstage. In front of the bar, everyone watching. You’re gonna be super popular! And have no fear- I’ll inject any clone with modifications to make them work with whomever is up next, ok?”

Samus read back and forth again, then signed her name.

“Excellent!” The AI said, and a chip popped out of the wall. Samus inserted it into her suit and gasped as her body grew in all directions. She could FEEL her suit all over her, and knew she was secreting all sorts of fluids. The AI led her to a chamber and she got in, a door shutting as it closed it. Lights whirled as Samus was knocked out....

Note- this is intended to be open for anyone, and is a place for short stories! Basically one-off ideas or other small things that aren’t worth flushing out.