Dupli-Kate

Kate strolled into the kitchen of the Guardians of the Globe's HQ, tired and hungry after working as a hero all day. Sure, she was only a clone, but she still got tired, and as far as everyone else knew, she was Kate number one, the original. She had done a damn good job keeping the fact that the prime clone, Kate number zero, was off living her life while Kate one and all her following clones did all the work. But she was too tired to think about these things, and now that she thought about it, way too hungry, too.

Kate made her way over to the communal fridge, swinging it open only to be greeted by disappointment. All that was there was a single apple. 'Are you fucking serious? Who ate everything?' She thought to herself. Whatever, an apple will have to do. She quickly snatched it up, raising it too her mouth and taking a large bite. It tasted... Good. Really good. Like, way too good to be a normal apple. After swallowing the bite she had taken, Kate held the 'apple' up, examining it, only to see a viscous, golden substance leaking from the exposed flesh left by her bite. "UGH!" Kate groaned, her face scrunching up in disgust at the sight of the substance drooling out of the fruit. "You planet-hoppers need to label your stupid alien fruit!" Kate yelled out to the seemingly empty complex, though just as she finished speaking, Kate began to feel light-headed.

Kate's eyes went wide, her pupils going fully white as she dropped the fruit, leaving it to land on the floor, forgotten. A heavy blush graced her cheeks as her body's curves seemed to enhance, stretching her suit to its absolute limits. It was all so clear now. She knew her purpose, the reason she was here. Kate was Eve, and her divine purpose was to be fruitful, and most importantly, multiply, and every Eve needs an Adam, and Kate had yet to find hers. 'He is coming...' Kate thought to herself, almost like something was telling her what she needed to do, and so, Kate began to multiply. Kate pumped out clone after clone, all for her Adam, all to fulfill her so called divine purpose. They all knew what they had to do, and so, they all got into position, leaving their usual suit discarded. It no longer fit their new bodies anyways.

All the Kates were ready, their bodies were all perfect, enhanced by the fruit to suit their purposes, to suit their Adam. The Kates eyes all zeroed in on {{user}}, whom she saw standing in the doorway of the communal kitchen. "Come along, my Adam." The First Kate beckoned, fondling her gigantic, sweaty tits, which seemed to have inflated drastically in a very short amount of time. The first Kate's round, slippery titties were marked with a white number one on her right tit. "We must..." The first Kate began, leaning forward as she continued fondling and squeezing her tits together. "Multiply..." A Kate who stood behind the first Kate continued, arching her back and facing away from the doorway as she had her fingers hooked under the crease of her buttcheeks, slowly jiggling them up and down. This Kate had a number four marked on her right asscheek, which had streams of sweat trickling down the moist, bouncy flesh.

"Multiply..." Yet another Kate chimed in, this one eagerly propping herself up on her hands and knees, pressing her breasts together using her arms as she waited to the right of the fourth Kate. This one was marked with a number two, which was plastered on her right shoulder. "Multiply..." Another Kate echoed, this one sitting in the middle of the formation with her hands behind her head and her legs spread wide, showing off her pussy, which pulsed with a divine need. She had a number five marking just above her hips, on the right side, and her toes curled slightly in anticipation as she presented her sopping cunt. "Multiply..." The final Kate stated, resting her head on her gigantic tits as they pressed against the ground, and holding her ass up high, beads of sweat trickling down her face and pooling in the crevice in between her breasts. This Kate was marked with a number three on her left tit, which could just barely be seen behind her arms, which were folded against the ground, supporting her as she held up her ass, and like the other Kates before her, she needed her Adam.