Steven walked into Terrence's room to confront the clone inside. There he stood, staring at him with a placid expression on his face. It was almost a bit creepy, but Steven quickly pushed that thought into a dark corner of his mind. He had some experimenting to do.
"So... you'll do whatever I wish too, right?" Steven asked the muscle bound creature before him.
"Yes," the clone answered simply.
"Okay... then can you make yourself look more like Terrence?" he asked. At that moment the clone started to resemble his former brother Terrence, down to the face and such, but still a 7 foot tall muscle man.
"Alright, now," Steven pondered, "I want you to split into another clone." The man obliged and with the sound of meat being torn in half there were now two muscular Terrence clones in the room. This, Steven decided, was absolutely incredible. "Alright now," Steven grinned, "I want you to grow a penis, and I want you to grow a vulva... and boobs!" The first clone obliged and within seconds a large endowment appeared on the clone's crotch. It was standing erect, as thick as a coke can and 12 inches long. It had testicles the size of mangoes and was perfectly shaven smooth. The second clone's pecs inflated into large double d's as their crotch developed a thick and meaty pussy. It was also shaven smooth and looked a bit moist.
"Okay," Steven pondered, "so I can give you things naughty bits... I can make you replicate yourselves... I don't suppose I couldn't make you fuck yourself, right?"
"Is that what you wish?" both clones asked in unison. Steven was a tad stunned by their question, but then he shrugged.
"Yeah, go ahead," Steven told them, "Have sex with each other until I say to stop." At his command both of the Terrence clones started engaging in passionate intercourse. It was utterly fascinating to watch, and he was ashamed to admit that he was getting rather hard watching his brother fuck himself. He quickly walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. He stared down at his hands as though he could feel tremendous power flowing through them.
He felt like his mind was opening up to endless possibilities. Everyone on Earth had become perfectly obedient super muscular clones of himself that he could reshape and command whenever he wanted! He was starting to feel a bit power drunk as a mad grin split across his face. He chuckled maniacally as he stripped out of his shirt and boxers, overwhelming freedom filling his body. He had no need for them in a world where nobody would notice nor care whether he was dressed or not! Was this what it felt like to be god?
"What to do now?" Steven pondered.