"It's bio-electromagnetic," Larry laughed, his four hands pointing out the rhythm of the word as his beautiful lips formed it. I was nearly berserk with the beauty of the naked, muscular god whose tall body swayed as he showed me the Body Shop lab. Don't ask me how our eyes had met this morning as he had passed me the forms with his two beautiful right hands, and don't ask how I managed to persuade him to let me bring dinner and wine to share during his lonely night shift at the lab. Don't ask, because I don't know.

But I do know that our bodies tingled and warmed for each other, and grew aroused and lazy as our minds relaxed together.

"Would you add more limbs?" I asked. "You look so awesome with four arms."

"I think I would, for you," he said, thoughtfully. "It makes all the difference to do it for someone you love. That's what we've learned here. To the man, all of our volunteers have made their bodies taller and stronger in order to love better, and all have added extra pairs of arms and legs and genitalia for the pleasure of their husbands or boyfriends."

"Wow," I said. I was doubly aroused, to know I was not the only one to want additional limbs, but to know that Larry loved me and would enhance his body to please me. Also, thanks to the Body Shop, I had two huge erections, both aching now for Larry's gentle, multilimbed body.

Larry laughed, two of his left hands cupping his smile secretively. "Since Dr. Josh and one of his handsomest volunteers fell in love, they're now seven feet tall, and they've been inseparable. I think they both have foot fetishes, because they are always barefoot together, and now they're both four-legged. It's actually quite a turn-on!"

"Would you like us to be four-legged?" I asked, desperately aroused at the thought of Larry with four of his beautiful, long legs.

"That would be nice," Larry said, his four arms folding, with one left hand stroking his cheek. "I would want us taller. I have to think about the genitalia, because more would be nice also. Also more arms." He held his four long, muscular arms out, appraising their length and beauty, and letting the four handsome male hands feel each other. They were beatiful, and very sexy on him.

"Why don't we," I said. "We should let our good-looking basketball team in on it too."

"Wow, they'd love it," Larry smiled. "So far, a couple of them are four-legged with six arms, and they are the envy of the whole team. They're also the tallest now."

"How can they stand to be so close to each other like that without making love?" I wondered.

"They do make love, ususally in the first half, then again during half time. Then after the game they spend the entire rest of the night having sex with each other. It's incredible," Larry said.

"Too bad you have to come to a lab to do this," I said. "It would be great if guys could give each other extra limbs by coming into them."

"That's the next step," Larry said. "That's how Dr Josh and his boyfriend did each other, using advanced bioelectromagnetics and gene splicing for body-enhancing come, but it's even more experimental than the lab. But it was awesome to watch them make love. They got so incredibly horny, and the more come they pumped into each other, the taller they got. Before I knew it, they were growing extra legs and arms. I got so turned on I had to suck all my hardons down, one after the other. I was really glad to have four hands that night."

"Hey, why don't you and I volunteer to help out," I asked Larry, grabbing his four beautiful, long-fingered hands. "I would love us to grow each other that way."

"That turns me on," Larry said. He was turned on, too. His three beautiful erections were rising and swaying, and in spite of his powerful musculature, he gave me a gentle look that told me it would happen, because he was mine.

The night that the basketball team returned from the Body Shop, they couldn't stop looking at each other. The bodily camaraderie was incredible, and no wonder. Already some of the best-looking guys on campus, the guys on the team were now incredibly endowed—seven and eight feet tall, with long, beautiful necks powerful with muscle, and incredibly broad shoulders that glistened with the bulging round deltoids of their six long-muscled arms. The team had gladly accepted Dr Josh's recommendation to go four-legged, which gave them incredible long legs, and which made them so aroused that their giant genital clusters between both front and back legs were always in various states of arousal.

The Body Shop and its volunteers hosted the premiere game, which was to be played among the team members, as shirts versus skins.

Thanks to word of mouth, there were a lot of Body Shop volunteers everywhere.

So many guys in the bleachers were four-armed and six-armed, and looked so awesomely sexy, that guys everywhere were signing up as volunteers to participate in the body-enhancing experiment.

When they started calling the team lineup into the center of the court, no one could believe how good-looking the multilimbed players were. The shortest one was now over seven feet tall, and awesome in his shy body language, as his four legs and six arms seemed to try to hide one another in their modesty, his handsome face blushing with shyness and arousal.

There were wolf whistles and howls of appreciation for him, and from under his two pairs of basketball shorts the unmistakeable protrusion of enormous sexual organs emerged as the crowd of aroused young guys went wild.

He seemed ready to die with embarrassment, but the second player called onto the court came to his aid, holding and comforting the first player, draping his own six long-muscled arms about the broad shoulders of the first player, who smiled shyly and kissed the second player, first briefly but then full on the lips as the two towering young giants swayed together, a confusing array of long arms and gentle hands enwrapping them both as the crowd moaned and screamed with arousal.

At that point all pretense of a basketball game dropped away, just as clothes dropped away from the towering bodies of the rest of the lineup as they jogged naked and barefoot onto the court, to join in the gentle aroused huddle. The guys in the bleachers tore off the remainders of their muscle shirts and their shorts, and all of us began to make love madly, insanely. To this day, we have to start our basketball games and other sporting events with this same loving madness, before we can even clear our heads to think of the game at hand.