The next day was a fine winter day: the sun was shining and the snow was slowly melting. I got a phone call and it was my buddy who lived down the road from me—you know, the three-legged guy—and he asked me to come down for a little while, so I said, "Sure, I'll be right there."

So I got all my sneakers on, put my coat on all my four arms, hopped in the car, and drove down to my buddy's place.  When I got there he came and met me on the doorstep. I looked down at the doorstep and saw that he had no feet. He had his three legs though, so I didn't think anything of it.

When I went in the house behind him I noticed that his sneakers were beside the stove with white socks hanging out of them, and his feet were in his sneakers.  So he pulled them out and put the socks on over his stumps, I guess you would say, and then we went upstairs.  You would not believe what he had in store to show me.

He got undressed and then went to his closet. He pulled out feet, arms, and bottom halves of torsos with legs and penises attached, and next thing I got a couple of hardons.

He picked up a four-legged bottom half and said, "Would this look alright?"

"Sure, why won't it," I said.

So I sat on the bed and watched as he lifted himself off his bottom half and placed himself on the four legged bottom half. All the feet he had were the same as his original feet with those long slender toes.