It was one of those gay rave parties in the desert, and someone was passing out some kind of herb. That's why there was such pandemonium, because it was some type of aphrodisiac love potion. Kevin and Rusty woke me up—the stuff had made me pass out.

"Check it out, man!" Kevin was yelling.

"Awesome!" Rusty said, looking outside the flap of our tent.

It sounded like a basketball game was going on outside, guys cheering and whistling.

Rusty and Kevin were passionately kissing each other by the time I got my shorts pulled on. I had to give them a double-take—they had been handsome before, but now they were beyond stunning, like rareified male models, faces radiant and beautiful, lips and eyes to die for, and wonderfully muscular tall, tan male bodies. I had to push past their tanned interlocked torsos, wrapped in each others' long arms. Kevin's hand grabbed my shorts by the waist as I squeezed past.

"C'mon, man, this is so cool, join us, man!"

"Ok, maybe I will, dude, but I wanna see what all these guys are doing making all this noise outside," I said. It turned me on that Kevin grabbed at me.

A big handsome hand came at me as Rusty tried to grab me, too. I gave the muscular swell of his long arm a squeeze and lifted the flap of the tent. I didn't remember him being this built!

"God, I love this!" Rusty was laughing as he kissed Kevin and hugged him, one of his large, beautiful hands grabbing my arm. I realized it was a fourth tanned, long-muscled arm trying to pull me to him while he and Kevin were still feeling each others' elongated, broad-shouldered torsos with what I realized were extra pairs of arms and hands—wow, what was this stuff we'd taken?!?

"Wooo-hooooooooo!!" guys were howling, doing some kind of rodeo, it looked like; at least one of the well-muscled, bare-chested tall young guys was spurring his mount onward with a cowboy hat. A very sexy and handsome crowd of attractive tall, tanned young guys, shirtless, barefoot and some stunningly naked, blocked most of the view. I realized that most of them were making love or lost in embraces with each other.

They were looking deep into each others' eyes, talking to each other, their lips brushing each others' as they talked, lost in each others' beauty. Extra pairs of handsome young hands held their faces and shoulders; while they kissed, their beautiful bodies lengthened and broadened with muscle, standing on several pairs of long, masculine legs. Giant male genitalia swelled and lengthened in pairs and clusters, aching with arousal and dripping and running with the ooze of precum.

By the blaze of bonfires I could see their full lips, white teeth, brilliant smiles and lusty eyes, and laughter and moans of passion filled the night. Jeans, shorts and briefs were being kicked off all around as guys became aroused—it made them taller and lankier on their longer, more beautiful sets of four and six legs, their gorgeous male genitalia sprouting hugely everywhere, as the broad-shouldered boys struggled to hold each other with multiple arms while their legs and genitals multiplied, throwing them off balance as their new longer legs and larger handsome feet tried to free themselves from the confines of two-legged jeans.

Enjoying the feeling of squeezing between all these powerfully muscled sweating bodies of tall multilimb guys making love to each other, I realized that in the circle around the bonfire the rodeo was not with horses, but more of these stunningly handsome multilegged guys riding other multilegged guys, feet locked around the waists and among the legs of their multiply-aroused mounts, whooping and laughing and so beautiful in their tall, tanned sweating male bodies, bare feet and bobbing genitalia everywhere.

I couldn't believe how in love everyone was, these incredibly beautiful tall young guys kissing each other and loving to be held in each others' beautiful multiple pairs of arms, so aroused and excited by each other!

I was looking for Eric—I wanted him when his body began doing this awesome transformation. I found him sitting cross-legged, alone near the edge of the party, starting into the desert, one side of his mouth turned up in a crooked smile.

"Eric! Dude! Did you take some of that stuff?" I asked enthusiastically as I walked toward him, my cock hardening further than I thought possible as I stared at the tanned form of a shirtless, shoeless Eric.

Eric turned his head slowly towards me, his long brown hair falling over his bare shoulders, still wearing that crooked smile.

"Yeah, man. That stuff? Pretty awesome buzz."

I was puzzled. The herb which had transformed the bodies of a party of horny guys seemed to have had absolutely no effect on Eric. I had always dreamed of Eric's feet. I had dreamed of Eric growing more and more of his maginficent feet, sharing their masculinity, their stunning sexuality with me.

"Dude...did anything else happen?" I asked anxiously. "Didn't you see what it did to all those guys back there?"

"What're you talking about? Dude, you're drunk or stoned or something..." he replied slowly.

I stared at his feet, his awesome feet that I had dreamed he would multiply for me. My heart sank as I realized my dream would apparently not happen despite the miracle of transformation I had just witnessed.

"But you didn't see all those dudes? Eric, they grew extra legs and arms and cocks. It was fuckin' awesome, dude!"

Eric's smile widened as he looked straight at me and asked, "You think that's cool, dude? Extra legs and arms? That kinda thing?"

Desperately, with a twinge of guilt, I replied quietly, "Yeah, man. Don't you?"

"You think it'd be cool if I grew more legs, more feet?" he asked.

I looked down at his feet, then back up at his face. Eric smiled. He turned his body slowly around and slid his tanned, size 12 feet into my lap.

He gently grabbed my shoulders and pulled my face towards me. We kissed deeply. I felt his feet in my lap caressing me, growing heavier, warmer as the caressing increased, spread over the lower part of my body.

When we released, I looked down at his feet. There were six of them in my lap.

I looked at Eric, astonished, overwhelmed. "I knew you tried some of that stuff..." I said.

"No, dude," Eric said quietly. "I didn't. It wasn't that herb that made all those dudes grow. It was me....

"I don't need a herb to do this," he said, smiling at me. "My body keeps growing itself to please you. My body just adapts to contain my love, and the more I have for you, the more my body needs to grow for you.

"I thought you might like seeing all your buds like that," he added, a sparkle in his eyes to go with the lopsided smile."

"Oh, man, Eric, I did! You are so fucking awesome!!"

He had become taller and more muscular just in the time since I found him, and as I relaxed in the realization that Eric was doing all of this, I let myself go with his flow. I found myself growing broader shoulders and another pair of arms (all my arms were becoming longer and more muscular, as well as my legs—sure enough, and it felt very sexy, I had four legs now!)

"This is awesome, dude," I told him. I was out of my mind over him.

He took the lighter road, as he always did. It was his style.

"Hey, check me out," he laughed, surveying his longer, more muscular arms and legs, enjoying his new height.

"I'm a six-legged humantaur! Would a four-legged guy like a ride on me?"

I was in near-swoon feeling my four sweat-smoothed legs and multiple genitals sliding up over his beautiful six-legged hindquarters, and my own towering torso leaned against his, savoring his scent and the gentle feel of his four hands lifting me onto him and holding my legs and arms to him.

I was resting my face on his shoulders and neck. It felt so nice to be astride him, feeling my legs and genitals being jogged by the smooth motion of his six legs moving beneath me, carrying me along. We were heading towards the tent. The rodeo had died down as had the bonfire, and the gentle light of the flickering flames let shadows play upon the dozens of gentle muscular youths who lay together, entwined in their many pairs of long arms and legs. It was beautiful to see.

Already I could see our tent, piled high with the sleeping limbs of Kevin and Rusty, as their beautiful bodies slumbered together.

"I'd like to massage your feet," I told Eric. "You're so awesome with six of them!"

"Done deal," Eric said. "By the time we get to the tent, I'm gonna have even more for you!"