With the success of partial cloning, Chase introduces his most exclusive merch ever - his own feet: exact same appearance, warmth, smell, and mischief.

Mass, warm, breathing, waiting for play.

Do you agree?

Mixed signals? Not mixed at all. (original image courtesy of sfde8871 on tumblr)

Would you accept Santa’s proposal? (image courtesy of sfde8871 on tumblr)

He used to hold the speech at the faculty. After 50kg, months of “education”, and one cutting-edge “prodecure”, his faculty of speech is… streamlined. (image courtesy of sfde8871 on tumblr)

You knew coach was some kind of elite military, but not *this *kind of elite. That’s of course not to say you are complaining, at all.

Head is only useful for kissing. Once the entrée is done, you get it out of the way for the main course.

A mask is not enough to make him forget. He wants to shed the burden of man, and just be the magnificent living flesh he has crafted from years of work, just for tonight.

Play time!

In this space, the head consents away its own existence temporarily. Here, it is a body, one that can no longer wait.

Alright, coach.

Coach - coach - oh what are you -

Catch him, or not. It doesn’t matter. Meat is more important.

It will always follow you, but it likes when you pull on it.

ridiculously high boyfriend goals I know but shh I can dream

Let them show you what is pure meat.

No more fuss with balding or wrinkles. No more distractions, only growth and pleasure. I am now a self-editing program. Still me, but more in control: I am the perfect blend of living virile mass, born and enhanced, and electronic mind, reborn and transcendent.

Of course the control unit is completely waterproof.

Same powerful body, but minus distractions. No more human bullshit, just hard program for growth and pleasure.

It is clear what has been purposefully removed and what remains, and his new existence itself is enough to make him come.

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You heard it.

Oh hey Eddie

Always there to show you how good of an RSU he is.

Sometimes, you just need a big, warm, huggable body, and that’s enough.

Said by none other than the very mouth.

Want a headless clone to play with? Just reach into the nearest mirror.

After the last instruction elapses, instincts instantly take over.

Emancipated.

He has had enough pretending to be a man with thoughts. He knows what he really is, and he is always open, pulsing for you.

Head burden. Body need no head.

He is an RSU. He sweats, pisses and cums; he hugs you to sleep as his heart beats against you. He needs no head to do that, just a sophisticated enough programmed core linked to his nerves.

That’s intense, Jack, but… c’mere

Hey, look at Trent — Is no one using him again? He is thirsty for touch, someone hug him, now.

You know your synth companion likes the feeling of his head being squeezed between your and his bodies.

No matter how you detach and reassemble him, Zeb’s parts always return to you.

Did Sora just visualize my life-long dream? Yes.

If you say so, Jack. (1 of 4 versions)

And even more alive than before.

Instincts. No mind needed.

Meat doesn’t know you’re back. Meat’s neural pathways are optimised to maximise stimulation, strongly correlated to (1) signals of your presence, (2) self-presenting routines in pool water, that happen to attract your touch. By maximising touch, meat behaves as if with a will. And you love it.

When they deployed strongmen clone lower halves as “self-serving walking tables”, they didn’t account for the doubled serum testosterone from the halved mass, loss of higher inhibition and friction from the uniform. Result: walking cum fountains carrying your glass of wine.

After fulfilling his deepest wish publicly, he wanted to intimidate, but accidentally got too excited fantasising. Don’t worry, he knows you are off-stage, ready to reassemble him tonight - after wrestling and “punishing” all his misbehaving parts of course.

For a being that lives on touch, a dog is perfect.

Oh no

SMOOTH… SMOOTH… SMOOTH…

Being a muscle pillow doesn’t prevent Zeb from showing off his strength to you.

The best gift you can give to a shotputter is his own arm. There is so much he can do with it…

If you say so, Joe 😝