Felicia (version 2.0) stood naked beside Jim, with the scrubbed pink flesh of a new born. Jim admired her lucious nude body from every angle. The gene splicer had done a remarkable job of xeroxing a copy of his hot neighbour from a single pubic hair.
His gene splicer had even made the improvements he'd selected. Her bust was substantially larger than the original's. Although he'd never seen the original's, it looked as though his requirements for her sex had also worked. Her puffy pussy lips oozed liquid sex. Felicia version 1.0 had been merely hot; version 2.0 was on fire.
But what of her mind? She stood stock still with a vacant expression plastered across her face, not responding to Jim's close personal inspection of her body. Was she a mindless zombie, or had she been programmed with Felicia's memories and Jim's slave restraints.
There was only one way to find out, that was to take the new model for a test drive. "Felicia," he commanded. "Give me a blow job."
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