Color - Challenge! (Patreon)

My life’s story is a bit strange, if only because a lot of the memories that I would attribute to “my life” don’t actually belong to me. I know how to walk, cook, eat, do anything a normal 22-year old woman could do. However, I never had any childhood. In fact, in a way you could say I’m not even a year oid.

I am a product of a mutation of my sister Irene. The first thing I remember was opening my eyes, lying on the ground. A huge flow of information invaded my brain, like filed being downloaded to a computer. The second thought after “I’m awake” was absolutely everything that had happened to Irene up until that point. And then I saw her. I turned to my left and saw her head, looking with a confused expression. I knew everything about her… and I also knew I was not her.

“Hey uh… who are you?” was the first thing she said to me. I thought for a few seconds. “I… don’t know.” I said. No one had ever given me a name before. I looked down. I was shocked. The last thing I “remembered” was being a normal human girl. But now I had six arms, four breasts, two huge cocks, and of course two heads.

I felt my hands moving of their own accord and panicked a little. “W-what’s going on? What am I doing here? Why are you attached to me?” I felt like I was going insane. One of my arms moved up and stroked my head gently. “Easy, easy…” Irene said. “You must be so confused, let me explain.”

“I am Irene and this is my body,” she said. “II am a mutant. You are a result of my second mutation. I thought I would have control over you… sorry… over what I thought was going to be my second head but you have your own consciousness. Do you have a name?” 

She looked at me with a strong look in her face, but I could tell she was hiding her own fear. I could fele it deep within our shared gut. “No… I don’t have any name, any memory, just knowledge.”

Irene nodded softly. “Can you get us up?” she said. Our body relaxed. She was giving up control to me. It almost felt like she was handing my limbs back to me. I used my legs to stand, my arms to support myself. I moved my hands, our hands, in front of myself, still amazed that I even had them. “You like them?” Irene said. “They were my first mutation. Feel great don’t they?”

“What am I supposed to do now?” I asked, still lost as to my own existence.

“Well, if you are my new sister, I guess we should give you a name.”

“I guess?” I stopped and thought for a second “Do I have, your personality?”

Irene laughed “Well I just met you, do I don’t really know,” She laughed a bit. I laughed along with her. It sounded similar. That was something we have in common. 

She moved our legs to make us walk toward the mirror. I saw my face for the first time. I was identical to Irene. I moved my hand up to touch my cheek, as if confirming that I was real.

“I can’t believe we look so similar,” I said.

“Well, I guess you are kind of a copy of me… I guess? I think this is pretty normal for this type of mutation.” She paused to think. “How about you take my middle name, Charlotte. I can be Irene Charlotte and you can be Charlotte Irene. Sound good?”

I felt our hearts race. It felt good to have a name, good to be my own person. Our cocks got a little hard due to the increased bloodflow. Irene looked down and laughed again “Is that a yes?”

Months passed as she taught me more about her life, or I guess at this point it was our life. I began to understand her a bit more. Our personalities were subtly different. It’s like the butterfly effect, just the difference in how we came into this world made us different people, even if we started as copies.

There was one thing we did share, though. We sure loved " self-gratification" . Once the fear subsided I came to love our body as a sort of masterpiece of eroticism. She was better than me, but that’s just cause she has had more practice.

One morning we woke up, naked as usual, “Good morning beautiful,” Irene said, greeting me as usual. She was always the first up.

I yawned covering my mouth with one of my hands. “Compliments already? How lovely, and so early in the morning.” I jostled in bed and looked down. “Morning wood, just as expected. A classic.”

Irene giggled and whispered in my ear “Alright, challenge. You take the left one and I’ll take the right. First to gets to climax choose our lothes today.”

“It’s my turn Irene! Come on!” I protested. I knew she was better at this.

“Scared?” she said laughing. I was kind of a wimp and always end up caving to her pressure. “Fine, I accept.”

Without wasting any time we began supporting ourselves with two arms, leaning back, while two others started wrapping around our penises. They were so long. When fully erect we could reach them with our mouths. We began to lick them, swirling our tongues around the tip. Irene even stuffed her dick in between our breasts. It didn’t take long. Irene was just so good at this. I screamed as our right penis came first, allowing Irene to finish off the left one. 

“Th-that was cheating. You used our breasts…” I said gasping for air.

“Never said breasts were off limits…” Irene giggled back.

I sighed looking up at the ceiling. The pleasure from the climax only did so much to cover up the frustration I felt from losing my chance at picking out clothes. I felt a tongue running up my cheek.

“Since I’m so gracious in victory I’ll let you pick out clothes anyway. Just be happy I like you so much.”