You wake up, and you open the door.

Easy as that. If there's a moment of drifting, you don't remember experiencing it. If there's loose tank-dream time, it glides right past you. Your birth has gotten so easy and automatic that you just exist now. 

You're stepping out of the chamber almost exactly when your clone is doing the same. You both look at one another, curious. You examine that freshly-made, brand-new body. What must that be like? Being a thing of newly minted flesh that didn't exist so very recently? 

No time to think about that right now. You can hear Julia's voice. Lilting and dancing on the stale air of the playroom, you can hear her distantly. Not just speaking, but singing. Enchanted, like a doomed sailor, you walk towards the siren's song. Your clone's steps sync perfectly with yours, the two of you padding out a soft rhythm to Julia's gentle notes.

Deep in the back of the playroom, there's a room with a large tub. Sheets of stainless steel, nearly vertical sides, and much larger than a mere bathtub. Julia's repurposed it, though. The water wafts with steam, invitingly. Red and white and yellow flower petals float on the surface, idly drifting between clouds of aromatic bubbles. Julia herself sits in the center, back resting on the wall. Her hair is wet, and she sings softly as she scrubs one arm.

"Hello, my loves," she says to you both. You're standing there, awestruck, overtaken by her beauty. "Come in and join me."

Who could ever deserve to be so lucky? You don't hesitate, of course. You slide into the tub, nestling in on Julia's left side. The water's hot enough to sting but it feels fantastic. Your clone is sliding in opposite you, enclosing Julia between your two identical bodies. She extends her arms along the back of the tub, wrapped around you both, and she lounges there. Your clone runs soap across her body, lathering her. You admire the gorgeous vision of her skin as you ladle palmfuls of water over her, rinsing her clean. It's hot and hazy and dreamlike and perfect. Julia watches you both, eyes moving between you two. The water and steam feel like they're thick with Julia's evident, radiating affection.

"Look how beautiful you are," she says, and it's clear it's not just a rhetorical statement. She's telling you truly look. And so you do.

Across her body, you look at your clone. The duplicate of yourself. And you are, in fact, beautiful. 

It has nothing to do with your physical form, though you know that's also beautiful, because Julia loves it. It's the fact that what you are is exactly what Julia has built. The way you think, react, want. The way you absorb her and respond to her. Every idea, every desire, every passing notion is there because Julia wants it. Every part of you is an extension of Julia. Her desires and needs made flesh, made into something approximating a person. That's what makes you beautiful.

Your clone is leaning in towards you, and you're doing the same. Under the surface of the water, your legs touch Julia's, tangling with them there. Your body and her body and its body are all warm, yet still shivering from anticipation. You close the gap, lips meeting identical lips. Julia sighs happily, observing. She reaches up with both hands, caressing you both as you kiss your clone. It's a dizzying experience, pushed further by the obvious desire it's stoking in Julia. That's driving you both to extremes, making you press your bodies together. Hands grasping, winding around one another. You rake your fingers across the clone's chest, feeling their heart crashing just as fast as yours. Their hand winds into your hair, pulling hard, like they want to tear you apart, tear you open, reabsorb themselves into you again.

Julia arches her back, extending, and her cock rises up from the water. Without hesitation you both lower yourselves, not breaking the rabid, needy kiss. Your mouths break apart from one another just enough to make room for her. Tongues and lips play across her shaft, her head, finding each other on the other side. Julia's hands work their way up your backs, into your hair. Gripping there. She relaxes her posture, cock sinking back down under the water, and you both follow.

Submerged, you kiss. Bubbles trail up from the corner of your mouth and your clone's nostrils as you continue pleasing her and savoring your duplicate. 

Just as you're starting to feel a strain in your lungs, Julia tugs you back up above the surface. The clone's still down below, worshiping. Water runs down your face and you sputter gently, catching your breath, as Julia speaks.

"There were so many things I loved you about you, you know. Your sense of humor. The way your mind worked, always making these interesting connections I didn't think of. Those weird books you read." She smiles, fondly. "I've loved taking those things away, too."

She pushes you back under. 

The clone gets yanked above. You didn't have time or forewarning enough to draw a breath, so you already feel your chest hurting. You let that feeling linger as you return to Julia's cock. She's speaking to the clone, you think, but you can't hear a word of it. You have her cock to yourself now, and so you take advantage. Wrapping your mouth around it, you press down, holding tight. Taking her so deep that even if you weren't underwater, you'd be too choked to breathe. You hold there, lungs beginning to burn, forcing your body to hold still so you can savor every twitch and tremor of her that moves in your throat.

Then she's pulling you off of her, pulling you back up.

"You knew it was what you were born for. Took time to get you to admit it, but you wanted it. Deep down, you always did. That's what drew you in first, I bet - you could see that I wanted to destroy you. You could see that I'd really do it."

Panting, water pouring down. Julia's nails dig into your scalp. You can't get air in correctly. Too much water in your throat. You cough, hard, once, and everything feels raw. Julia hesitates, watching you, not out of mercy or concern but out of a desire to witness every one of these little moments.

Then, she takes you under again.

This time it's not just her hand. She lifts a leg, wrapping her thigh up and over you. The back of your neck is pinned in the bend of her knee. She presses down and you're compressed into the tub. You can't stop your body from fighting it, which you hate, but Julia's hips roll in a sensual thrust as you do. She can feel you struggling and her cock throbs from it. So you forgive yourself. Which, of course you should. You're as Julia made you, aren't you? Whatever you do is what she needs. She's always right. Lungs full of water, pinned down, chest rupturing and vision graying - this is the perfect way to die for her. They're all perfect ways to die for her.

THE END.