Sid felt his waist shrinking, his chest expanding, and so on and so forth, while his wives actually diminished in size from their amazonian proportions and stature. Soon the bed was occupied by a magnificent superheroine, an ordinary if well-maintained housewife, and an innocent looking teenage. But the glances they shot each other were far from innocent...
"It worked!" cried Sid, admiring her ample bosom. "You know, I always wondered, reading the comics as a kid..." she started to pull her top down.
"If they were real?" Sharon/Sendula teased.
"If they had nipples," Wonder Woman/Sid replied. "You see, Wonder Woman was supposedly transformed into a real person from a clay statue sculpted by her mother, Galatea-like. Naturally I wondered if the old girl had bothered with things like teats and privates... yep! Got the first down!"
"In spades!" Jennifer/Credensa breathed. "Look at those things, they're the size of spools!"
WW/Sid discarded her top, and started on the star-spangled panties. "And now for the rest," she said, pulling them down.
"Yes," said Sharon/Sendula, peering closely. "All the equipment, and a luxurious black bush to top it off. She gave Sid's clit a lick, eliciting a moan. "Works, too!"
"You let me know how it checks out, 'Sharon,'" said Jennifer/Credensa. "Let me at those tits!" She fastened her mouth around one, eliciting another moan...
Well! With two such eager beavers working at her own beaver (not to mention the top half), it wasn't long before "Wonder Woman" was brought to another screaming orgasm.
"Sharon" and "Jennifer" grinned at each other as their victim collapsed. But their victory was short-lived. Soon "Wonder Woman" was uncoiling her magic lasso and smirking "I think it's time to catch me some crooks!"
Squealing, the two ex-amazons fled from the sleeping area, "Wonder Woman" in close pursuit, whirling her lariat. But the "criminals" proved sneaky, using the curtains to their own advantage. No sooner were they through than they ducked as one, letting "Wonder Woman" trip over their backs. The new-made Amazon went into a diving roll Sid would never have been capable of in his own form, coming up into a ready crouch, lasso still in hand.
"And now," she said, raising her arm...
"Sid, wait!" cried Sharon/Sendula, raising her own in a futile gesture. "You're right in front of the Reintegration Booth--"
ZAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!! "Wonder Woman's" hand touched a live electrode. Startled, she fell back into the booth.
"Sharon" and "Jennifer" leaped to their feet. Sid had designed the booth to merge together duplicate versions of characters who got shelved Backstage. There was no telling what it might do to one occupant! Battling their way forward through a shower of sparks, all thoughts of sex forgotten, their one thought was to save their husband -- wife -- whatever!
"Sharon" pulled the plug on the booth, even as "Jennifer" flipped the switch turning it off. Blast Sid and his lazy ways! Why hadn't he turned it off himself before going to snoop in on "episode zero"?
The sparks subsided, and the two got a good look inside the booth...
It was a large booth, naturally, being intended to accomodate two or more characters who might or might not be human. So there was plenty of room for the five still forms inside...
Five? Yes! "Sharon" counted three "Wonder Womans" and two "Sids." She and her sister held their breaths as the figures started to revive...
"Whoa!" said the central figure, one of the Wonder Womans. "Quite a jolt, girls. I think that's enough of this particular sexcapade, though..."
"Sid!" cried "Sharon" in delight.
"Yes?" said one of the Sids, getting up. "What is it?"
"Where am I? For that matter, who am I?" asked the other Sid.
"Don't ask me," said the second Wonder Woman. "I don't even know who I am!"
"This is an outrage!" cried the third Wonder Woman. "Where are my clothes? Why am I wet? And where in Hera's name is my Invisible Plane?"
All eyes turned to her. This one thought she was the real Wonder Woman, no matter what the remote had done to the Skin. And she was madder than a wet hen...
"Don't worry, Sid," said "Sharon," moving forward. "We can handle her."
"Uh, you're not amazons anymore," warned WW/Sid and Sid/Sid together, while Amnesiac Wonder Woman and Amnesiac Sid looked on in wonder. "I don't think..."
Too late. In less time than it takes to write, Wonder Woman/Wonder Woman had the two former amazons trussed up like a pair of Thanksgiving turkeys.
"You!" she said imperiously, pointing to Sid/Sid. "You seem to know what's going on here! I demand my clothing back -- at once! And kindly explain these -- these duplicates?"
Both cognizant Sids, the one in his original form and the one in Wonder Woman's, exchanged exasperated glances that said, as plainly as words could have, Here we go again...
Sid/Sid answered. "Your clothes are behind the curtain, if you'd like to fetch them," he said.
"No you don't," barked the Amazon. "I'm not letting any of you out of my sight! You go. Throw the curtain wide, so I can see what's behind it!"
Sighing, Sid complied. Seeing her clothing, the Amazon ordered "Throw it here!"
Again Sid moved to comply. But underneath Wonder Woman's top was the remote his wives had been using earlier! Thinking quickly, he pressed the TM button, stopping time for everyone but himself...
When "Wonder Woman" came to, she was the one trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey -- and with her own lasso! Her and Sid's amnesiac selves were also tied up, while their selves with Sid's minds were working on the booth. Of the women she had tied up there was no sign -- in their places, two dangerous-looking naked amazons stood guard over her, spears at the ready. She protested. She threatened. All to no avail.
"I think I see the problem," said her other self at the booth. "And it's fixable."
"That's good," said her Sid-self. "Since the accident seems to have melded the Skin with our Wonder Woman selves. Think remerging will fix that?"
"We can only hope," said Wonder-Sid. "Actually, I'm not sure all of us should remerge. The booth was trapped in an endless loop when the plug got pulled, and after the initial split or two it was no longer dividing us, but replicating us."
"The replicants would be our amnesiac selves?"
She looked at him approvingly. "Right. We obviously think along the same wavelengths, Sid."
"Not surprising, W-Sid. There. That ought to do it."
"Fire it up, then," said Wonder-Sid. Her other self flipped the switch and leapt back.
Nothing happened.
"Plug it in, doofus!" snapped Credensa.
"Oh. Right."
Wonder-Sid carried out that suggestion, and the booth came to life. After a spark or two, it started humming normally.
The Sids looked at each other. "Probably should test it on the replicants," Sid/Sid said. Wonder-Sid nodded, and both went to get their amnesiac counterparts. Into the booth they went.
There was a flash, and when it cleared, only an amnesiac Wonder Woman occupied the booth. "Wow," she said. "I was two people there for a moment. But I still don't know who I am."
"Undo the zipper down your front," Wonder-Sid suggested. The clueless Amazon complied, obviously surprised to find the zipper there, when there had been none earlier. She seemed to waver in the air, and then a clueless Sid stepped out of the collapsing Skin. "Weird," he said. "I didn't know I could do that."
The Sids regarded each other. "You and I next?" said Sid/Sid. Wonder-Sid nodded.
They stepped into the booth, with identical results. To the relief of his wives, the Wonder-skin peeled off their remerged husband easily.
He frowned. "Our captive, though, is an anomoly," he said. "Was she split from me or replicated?"
"Maybe the remote can clear things up," Credensa suggested.
Sid nodded, and took it up, pressing CM to put it into voice command mode. "We will know what happened during the accident, and what the origin is of each of the booth's occupants in its wake." He hit DN, executing the command.
Working....
The occupants with Sid's memory split, as surmised. The amnesiac occupants were replicated, as surmised. The remaining occupant began as a replicant, but the process was disrupted when the booth was turned off. Instead of emerging with a blank memory, it took on the original mind of the Skin.
Sid stroked his chin. "So she's essentially a replicant of me, but with the Skin's identity -- in effect, Wonder Woman in truth. I wonder if merging her with one of the empty Skins -- either the replicant one or the one I was wearing -- would fix that?"
"How?" asked Sendula. "She's a person, even if a new one -- you said that yourself. Adding Skins to the equation won't change that."
"It might shift her identity back to the Skin," Sid said.
"Leaving her a blank slate? We've already got one of those in the replicant you used as a guinea pig. Where would you find her another mind? Leave well enough alone, Husband."
Sid gave it up and looked heavenward. "Deja Voodoo?" he asked.
"You ought to know -- you're writing this."
"Dabbler, then. Whatever. You wrote this mess -- any chance of you fixing it?"
"Sounds fine. Let's do it."
Dabbler did.
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