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. You work the soap, lathering her body, admiring the perfect expanses of her skin. Your clone ladles 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 interior self, 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 look, move, express yourself. The way you touch and react. Every blink, every hair, every flake of skin 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. Your fingers twine in your clone's hair, the texture so familiar, but still so novel in this context. Their hand paws at your chest, dripping wet and clawing, like they're trying to burrow into you. Climb inside and be one 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 your nostrils and the corner of your clone's mouth as you continue pleasing her and savoring your duplicate. 

Julia lets you share that pleasure for a time, but your clone is pulled away. Yanked to the surface. You're left below, with just Julia's cock and your now-aching lungs. A few more bubbles force their way out of your throat, and you know there's not much air left inside you to expel after this. Maybe none. If these are your last moments, you decide you want to spend them correctly. So you get an iron grip on your body, muster your will, and stop yourself from trying to surface. Instead, you plunge down deeper. You lock yourself in, under the surface, and you let your tongue press at the bottom of Julia's shaft. You lap and lick and wind your tongue up and down, the taste of her diluted by the bathwater but still so heavenly.

She pulls you up.

Your clone's being pushed back under as you break the surface. You suck in a painful breath, lungs frantic for oxygen. It hurts your throat to breathe. 

"I knew I'd be able to do it right when I met you," Julia's saying. Continuing a thought that you weren't privy to the start of. "Everyone else thought you were normal, but to me, you were this frail little thing. A baby bird I could push out of the nest. You were so fragile, I could snap you into pieces with my fingers. That's what first made me want you. I knew you were made to be destroyed." She yanks you close, pulling you into a hard kiss that cuts your upper lip on her teeth. "You knew it, too."

She pushes down hard, and you're underwater again.

Pressed to her cock immediately. Your stomach is lurching, your chest pulsing with a need for air. You got some while you were above the surface, but not much. Not enough. You can't last long like this. Her cock is grinding on your face and you try to center yourself with it. Maybe this is how you go? All these times watching it happen to the clones she made, maybe it's finally your turn. You hope that she gets what she needs from it. You hope that your last act can be giving something important to Julia. 

Your body keeps trying to betray that dedication, to fight its way to the surface. Thankfully Julia's strong enough to hold you down. She keeps you under, keeps her length pressed to your cheek, right up until the instant your consciousness feels like it's fading. Then she yanks you back up into the air.

Already speaking as you arrive. You gasp, revived, alive. Aching and nearly gone.

"Couldn't you? You knew as well as I did where this was headed. You felt what I felt. This was always where we'd end up."

She shifts, pushing the clone under deeper. Not just held under with her hand, but wrapping her leg over its back. Pinned down there. The surface of the water breaks once, as a spasming hand ruptures up and out. Then the waters are still. She lets go of your hair and takes your hand, shoving it under the water. Wraps it around her cock, just in time for you to feel the clone's tongue drift away. Julia takes a breath, slow and thick, and she pulses in your grip, hard and rhythmic, her satisfaction written on every part of her body.

"I love seeing you two together," she says, your duplicate only half-visible under the bath's surface. "Once there's only one of you left, though... I can't take all of you, can I? I have to leave a little piece, every time. Otherwise the game's over. And I'm not ready for that. And so I'm left with... you." It's not said with disdain, exactly, nor disgust. Something like those things, though. Pointed both at you, for continuing to exist, and at herself, for allowing you to.

"So we'll have to keep going. Until there's nothing left." She smiles, hard. Lifts herself from the water. "Might take a long time. But that's okay." She helps you out as well, plucking a thick, soft towel from the table nearby. She wraps it around your shoulders, drying you as you walk back to the tank.

"I'm patient."

You get into the left side.

You get into the right side.