Orange in the Rainbow

Chapter One: Mr. Presidents

Donald #1's Perspective: Let me tell you something. I have a pretty interesting love life, several secret kinks, and a fantasy that I accidentally made public on a talk show. I've had three wives, and I made a hot daughter, but despite all of that, there was something that left me unsatisfied, but what was it? You know, every morning when I look in the mirror, I imagine my reflection is another beautiful man staring right back at me into my eyes, and I could see all the money he has, and immediately I'd get hard. I'd be gay for myself, but then again, anyone who masturbates is technically gay for themselves. This thought always cures my erectile dysfunction, and I always use "morning wood" as an excuse for the massive-ish bulge coming out of my favorite orange boxers that are stained with spray-tan. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if I used spray-tan as lubricant. It's always been another fantasy of mine to sodomize anyone with spray-tan.

I was jolted out of my arousal trance when I got a call. It was Area 51, and their last alien had revealed a piece of technology that could change a person's life. It was a machine that could clone a person. Now, usually I don't listen to other people when they talk about smart stuff like that, but he said that if you insert a DNA sample from yourself, like a swab of saliva, a skin cell, a blood sample, etc., and then you insert proteins, fats, and other chemicals and minerals that equal your body composition, and then you stand still while naked and scan yourself, slowly but surely, a clone of yourself would come out like a 3D printer.

Once I heard this news, I had no time to waste. I got into one of my private jets and commanded the pilot to fly to Nevada. I needed to get my hands on that machine, and I know exactly what I'm going to do with it.

Immediately I was granted access to examine the machine. It was placed in one of the underground labs next to the UFO that was being taken apart for more examining. I set my presidential duffel bag down. It contained an extra set of clothes for my clone, a jar of protein, a cup of spray-tan, an iron ingot, two gold coins, a jug of water, some other minerals like zinc and shiz, and 265 pounds of cut-off fat that I grabbed from the kitchen in my Trump Tower. Immediately I started to imagine another me, an actual other me, looking right at me. I shook myself out of the trance. I'm the president, I should use this machine for a better use, such as... dual presidents. Donald #2 could help me run the country.

I took a deep breath. It was time to activate the machine. I looked for the first switch that I assumed was the On button. The machine made a sound that I had never heard before, and I was brought to my knees. It was like an orgasm, but for my eardrums. An eargasm. Once I got back on my feet, I found a tube where I poured in the contents of my duffel bag, except for the clothes, and I saw a scanning pad. Slowly, I removed my suit from my body. Pants first, then jacket, then shirt, then pants. The tie was almost always optional. But, to keep things pure, it had to come off.

A turquoise light came down and scanned my body. My arms were raised and my legs were spread. My asscheeks clenched as I waited for Donald #2 to start printing. But, to my disappointment, the machine didn't do anything. Then I remembered, the DNA sample.

The machine was covered in indecipherable alien language, so I had a hard time finding the right place to insert a sample, until I found an inner tube that held a drawing of some sort of double helix, which I assumed meant DNA. I wondered how I would offer my DNA to this machine. I could spit into the tube, or drop some blood in there. I went back to grab something sharp to cut my finger with, when I noticed one of my full bottles of spray tan sitting next to my bag. Screw blood, I knew what I was going to do...

I sprayed the liquid-tan all over my hands, and I started caressing my member. It became bright orange, and least I think it did because I had trouble (I still do) with looking down and actually seeing my dick. Nevermind that though, I opened up the bottle and drenched the shaft in spray-tan. I rubbed it against my crusty nuts. I always wondered if that was normal though. Sometimes they would ooze this orange stuff that would dry and crust. Luckily, the spray-tan washed the orange crust off, and I inserted my member into the hole.

I tried to keep my moaning quiet, but it was too pleasurable. I continued humping the metal and jacking off for about ninety-three seconds before I felt the Orange jizz squirt out of me.

It's supposed to be orange, right?

I put my clothes back on as I watched another Donald start to be created. First the feet, then the legs, and then a glorious ass that I didn't even know I had. Soon his back, arms, and head were created. He had fabulous hair. I felt aroused again.

Still, I tried to put my suit back on as fast as I could, but he was finished before I could tie my necktie. I was mesmerized already. I ignored my slight erection, and I approached my clone. One step, and he turned around. For once in years I got to see my/his beautiful, yet flaccid penis.

He looked me in the eye and held out his hand.
"Mr. President", he said.
I grabbed his hand and shuddered. I had just jizzed my pants.