You don't manage to find a way to join back together

You attempt absorbing your clones, first by mentally 'calling them back', and secondly by physically ramming yourself into them. No luck. If it worked physically, the clones probably would've done so during the sex.

Next, you think that since the duplication happens when you orgasm, maybe something analogous to a reverse orgasm will reverse it? You try abstinence, and all wait around watching TV, hoping that you'll start to disappear.

Sophie 7: "This better not work. I don't wanna be stuck only having an orgasm once an hour for the rest of my life."

It indeed does not work. You wait a whole day, but your clones remain perfectly intact. Your boss would gut you if she knew this is what you're skipping work for.

With all other options spent, you cleverly decide to try tease and denial. Sophie 5 pulls the short straw and gets tied to the bed with her mouth gagged, and all the other Sophies stimulating her. With their impeccable knowledge of their own bodies, they are able to cease all stimulation at a hair's width of the clone orgasming.

Sophie 5 shakes her head. This is obviously going nowhere, so you untie her wrists and let her go.

Sophie 1: "There's one solution that's bound to work, and that would be killing you. But we're not gonna be doing that."

Sophie 2: "Yeah no."

Sophie 8: "Yes. Let's just get back to the sex."

Sophie 1: "No, we can't do that! If we keep multiplying like this every time we orgasm, the whole world is going to get overrun by my clones."

Sophie 3: "You can't stop us from frick-fracking."

Sophie 1: "Like hell I can. I'll just, uh..."

Before you can finish that thought, the other Sophies have had enough. They mob you and hold you down while a few of them tie you up with the same ropes used to hold Sophie 5, shove you into the closet and jam the door with a chair. For the next few hours as you struggle against your bonds, all you can hear is the rhythmic squeaking of your bed springs, and incessant moaning as your clones spam orgasms out of each other, spawning ever more Sophies.

By the time you manage to wriggle out of the ropes, you have no hope of opening the closet door, as the entire room is jam-packed with Sophies. Even if you could leave, there's no hope of doing anything about the infestation - your clones duplicate like rabbits on steroids. You can't see it, but by now your entire city is covered 10 feet under an ever-growing mound of your clones, and they show no sign of stopping, owing to your inexhaustible sex drive.

Another hour later, the whole Earth has been defaced, as the only feature on its surface is the uniform color of your tan beige skin. Even the oceans are full, and not with dead bodies either - for some inexplicable reason your clones seem entirely unable to suffocate.

Due to this, in an hour more your clones have fucked their way to the top of the atmosphere, where they still obstinately refuse to die to the elements, despite the burning waves of unfiltered sunlight, or the freezing coldness of outer space.

Within the same day, the entire solar system has succumbed under your clones. Yet they keep on fucking, unfettered by the lack of sleep, water or food, and undisturbed even by planetary forces. Jupiter and its hurricanes are quelled, the Sun is quenched, and the expansion continues outwards, ever-faster, eventually overtaking the expansion rate of the universe.

Perhaps by then your sex drive will finally have been sated.

ENDING 82-Sexpotential Growth-