"Shh! I think I hear something!" Brad whispered to Steve, who had unlocked the door to his dorm room and already had his broad, long-fingered hand on the knob to open it.

Steve frowned down at Brad, but the frown melted as he looked into those beautiful clear blue eyes, just catching the bright light of the third-floor dorm hallway. He licked his lips. Whatever had made his body slowly stretch, little by little, since he'd met Brad, he liked seeing his face, his eyes, from this angle, turned up to him, innocent and cute as hell. Well, not that innocent, Steve decided—there was a hungry gleam in those eyes that was far from innocent, a gleam that drank in Steve's towering practically naked body as if to absorb Steve into him, a gleam that said that however much he wanted to be held and caressed Brad also wanted to throw Steve on the floor and have passionate sex with him right now, nonstop, bodies melting together, with no return to reality.

Steve lost his train of thought for a moment. A few pricks of sweat trickled between his heavy pecs and started rolling down his very long, flat abs. "It's probably just Frank," he said at last in a normal voice.

Brad looked disappointed. "I thought we were going to be alone," he said. "Didn't you say he had a swim meet tonight?"

Steve nodded. "He's probably just getting ready to go."

Brad grinned suddenly. "Maybe we should wait a minute," he said, and without warning reached up with both tightly muscled arms and pulled Steve's head down to his, locking their lips together in a kiss more passionate than any fuck. Steve felt a wave of deep warmth flow through his elongated bod—his blood started to pump, filling and swelling his dick, his muscles, his entire body.

He pulled away from the kiss, just an inch, and said, "No wait, don't get me excited out here!"

Brad grinned. "Why? You're not wearing any of the clothes," he said, glancing down at Steve's bod, which was hidden only by very large tennis shoes with a bit of crew sock showing, and a pair of gym shorts with a suddenly very large package.

Steve nodded breathlessly. "The shorts," he breathed.

Brad's face lit up. "Which ones?"

Steve bit his lip. "Four extra-long legs. Three extra-long cocks. It was going to be a surprise," he added ruefully.

Brad was practically panting. "Oh, I'm surprised," he said, grabbing Steve's head again and pulling him in for an even hotter kiss.

Forgot to tell him about the socks, Steve thought. Well that can still be a surprise. Shit! It's starting... Steve's heart pounded as he felt Brad's strong hands caressing his slowly broadening, stretching back.

"Shh! I think I hear something!" Frank whispered to Peter, who was still half-asleep, both of his heads dozing on Frank's larger-than-before pecs. Their multilimbed bodies overflowed the dorm bed they were laying on, languid in afterglow.

Peter grinned without opening his eyes. "I bet it's Steve," he said in a deep growly voice.

Frank lifted his head in alarm and glanced at the door, then down at their intertwined bodies. His four arms and hands were wrapped around Peter's long, broad torso, stroking the long blond hair that tumbled from two heads now, intermingling all over his back. His four (!) long swimmer's legs extended off the bed now—the bed ended halfway down his thigh!—and four very large, very sexy feet were planted firmly on the floor. And he could feel, with every ounce of his body, the two enormous cocks, hot and full of blood, still three-quarters hard and twisted with Peter's equally large organs, a large heavy mass of cock muscle twitching and throbbing against their abs.

"I can't let Steve see me like this!" he said.

Peter lifted his heads and looked up at Frank with piercing eyes. "Sure you can! This is his fantasy. Though I don't know if he knows it yet. That's why I sent the clothes—I wanted to get him ready." He grinned in stereo. "Though if I'd known his roommate was so hot, I would've sent them to you first—that would really have got him going!"

Frank blinked. He was becoming distracted. He was looking at those twin gorgeous faces and remembering why Peter had done it—the mind-blowing simultaneous blow job on both his towering cocks. Peter's heads were placed very close to each other, just like Frank's cocks, and his stubbly, square jaws and cheeks were just brushing against each other. Frank loved the feel of light stubble brushing against his cheek and wondered of Peter was enjoying the feel of it too. He seemed to be. Without even realizing what he was saying Frank whispered, "Can you kiss yourself like that?"

Peter grinned even wider. "I can do anything," he said softly. Slowly he turned his heads toward each other and, tilting them, began to kiss enthusiastically. Frank drew his breath in sharply and felt his cocks suddenly trying to get hard, pushing against Peter's similarly stiffening monsters.

"No! No!" Frank said suddenly, pushing Peter off him onto the bed and standing abruptly, startled to realize his head was near the ceiling. He balanced on his four large seven-toed feet, his cocks iron-hard now and curving pack toward his torso in a double arc, the shafts pressed together, the tips just touching his breastbone between his pecs, one just below the other, pushing hard against the packed, ponderous muscle. Two big, full ballsacks jostled each other. He gazed down it in amazement. It was still his hunky swimmer's bod, but transformed and fantastically augmented.

"I've got to get back to normal!" he said desperately, spreading his four arms wide, though he dreaded it too. He loved this new body more than he cared to admit.

He looked over at Peter and gasped. Peter had transformed again. His one head was now shorn, its buzzcut hair bristling with a light sheen of sweat, set off his bright, glinting eyes and sensually chiseled features and smooth glowing skin. His long, languorous body was on its side, every muscle visible, expanded, delineated, sexual, strokable, lickable, from the striations of his thick, heavy, densely packed pecs and excitingly bumpy traps and delts to the long, flat, rigidly defined abs which led into a nest of heavy, extra-wide half-hard cocks, below which were four very long, thick, toned, steel-hard legs. At the end of each leg were big, strong, many-toed feet. Depending from his massive shoulders were six luscious arms, each with thick, dense biceps and triceps, big enough that the arms got in each other's way, muscle jostling muscle; and thick strong forearms leading to broad many-fingered hands. Frank licked his lips. Each of the six arms featured a tattoo on the upper arm of superhot multilimbed guys in various positions, making love. Superhot multilimbed guys like us, Frank thought with a sudden wave of desire.

"Not just yet," he half-whispered, half growled.

"Shh! I think I hear something!" Sebastian said to his clone as they came up the stairs on the way back from the gym, stopping just short of the door to the third floor.

They stopped, listening. They could just hear what sounded like low moans in the hallway on the other side of the door. They exchanged glances, grinning. "Sounds like someone's having fun!" Sebastian said to his "brother." Though he was Michel for public consumption, neither one of them knew which one was "real" and which one was the duplicate. Their handsome, dark Celtic features and tight, gym-rat bods were absolutely identical. They called each other Sebastian in private.

"Let's go see!" said the other. They pulled open the door together and walked into the hallway, where they stopped dead, awestruck.

Only a few feet away, pressed against a dorm room door, a nearly naked Steve Riese was making out with his hot new boyfriend Brad. The Sebastians had lusted after both these hunks before, but now they were enraptured. Steve was transforming before their eyes, his body metamorphosing even as he and Brad kissed and groped each other. They watched amazed and intensely aroused as Steve's entire body slowly grew toward the ceiling, stretching like a cock. All his muscles seemed to be swelling—shoulders, pecs, biceps and triceps, ass, quads, calves—as his body stretched, his arms, legs, neck, and torso lengthening, so much so that Steve had to pick up Brad in order to continued ravishing him. Soon Steve's short stiff hair was brushing the high ceiling of the hallway. A very wide, powerful, rock-hard cock seemed to be creeping up Steve's abs, just visible between Steve's naked torso and Brad's still fully-clothed bod. Brad moaned audibly.

The Sebastians stared, entranced. It was exactly like Steve's body was itself a cock, swelling and stiffening, getting bigger and bigger, filling with some kind of raw, primal passion. Their own cocks were painfully engorged and constricted. Without taking their eyes off this fantastic display they carefully adjusted each other's cocks, straightening them up so they were against their abs, already powerfully hard.

But they hadn't seen anything yet. Steve's ass, legs, and feet were starting to swell, growing backwards, the shorts he was wearing and even the socks and shoes growing along with them. Brad became even more excited, watching the legs expand as they kissed excitedly, groping his burgeoning ass; Steve seemed half in a trance. The Sebastians watched enthralled, one pressed against the other's back and stroking his clone's body and cock through the gray gym clothes.

Then suddenly Steve's legs, ass and feet divided and he was standing on four awesome legs, each one with a massive, foot-and-a-half-long foot still encased in newly supersized sneaks. At the same time Steve's already massive cock shot up rapidly, swelling into three super-long, super-wide boners, squeezing urgently between the two hunks as they sprang up, their heads finally emerging near Steve's broad, muscular shoulders.

The Sebastians gasped, and without warning came violently, their swollen cocks exploding unexpected amounts of cum. Steve and Brad both snapped their heads around, staring at them with fear and arousal. "Seb! Michel!" Steve said. "Oh my God—"

The clones were gripping hard to each other, the one in back with his arms locked around his twin's thick, muscular shoulders and meaty pecs. They were still cumming but slowly subsiding, their bodies and faces flushed red. They heather-gray workout shirts were soaked with cum in front, plastered to scrub-board abs and palm-wide, torpedo-shaped cocks. They were panting hard, their eyes locked on the apparition before them, eyes shining with lust.

"Don't stop," the one in front said. "We haven't seen anything this hot since Peter," said the other. Their light, buttery French accents sent shivers up Steve's spine, but what they said was even more stimulating.

Steve's eyes lit up. "Did you say Peter?" he said, slowly setting Brad down and turning toward the "twins," a gorgeous ten-foot-tall human cock with huge overpumped muscles, four massive feet—and three incredible cocks of his own, wider than Sebastian's wrist and pressed proudly against his ballooning pecs. He turned and walked toward them a little, and they watched every muscle move, his long legs and asses rippling under the taut, sweat-damp skin, his impossible cocks bobbing slightly but still pressed hard against the pecs. Little trickles of sweat slid from his pecs and dropped to the floor. The clones were so aroused they came a little more, thick warm cum now that coated their cockheads and made the random rubbing against their abs as they shifted their weight instant pleasure.

For his part, Brad, now on his feet and standing only as tall as Steve's cock- concealed nipples, eyed the sweaty, aroused gym-rat twins with a hint of jealousy mixed with a great deal of ill-concealed lust for his own part. His own, naturally long cock was poking up past the collar of his loose open- collar shirt, quivering inches from his mouth. Absently he licked precum from it, watching as the twins watched fascinated.

The Sebastians nodded. "He could do stuff like this," one said softly. "And a lot more," added the other.

"What do you mean?" Steve and Brad said together, both moving closer to the twins, who now resumed caressing their own bods, slowly and softly.

The Sebastians exchanged glances, then turned back to the aroused lovers.

"I used to be just one guy," one of them said quietly.

"Shit," Brad said. His cock started to leak precum in a steady flow, dampening the collar of his shirt. Steve gaped down at them and actually seemed to get more aroused—he winced momentarily as his head banged against the ceiling.

The Sebastians grinned. "I know how you feel," they said together. "It's a constant stimulation and distraction for us," one of them added. They were still groping their hot hard bodies, the one behind humping the one in front ever so slightly.

"I was in what you would call high school back in Provence," the other went on. "I was about to graduate. Peter showed up in town, and I instantly fell in love with him the first time I saw him in a café in town, wearing nothing but a worn shirt and jeans, always barefoot."

"That excited me," said the first, and the other nodded.

"Without even thinking about it I sat down next to him at the café. He seemed to look right through me. We talked for a while. He said he was in town researching at the university. I asked what he was researching, and he winked and said 'My own latent talents.' For some reason that got me totally aroused."

Steve was now stooping slightly, the back of his head pressed against the ceiling. He blinked and elected to sit down, folding his four luscious legs together. Brad sat in his lap, leaning against the three throbbing cocks. |Steve wrapped long, lithe arms around him.

"I can't say why, but Peter seemed to sense my arousal," the Sebastian in front continued as the one in back caressed his arms and nuzzled his neck. "We were completely in sync, somehow, and before I knew it we were back at my tiny apartment making love. I was amazed at how much better it was than any sex I'd ever had. I think he changed some while we were writhing together, though I didn't notice at the time. I thought the throes of passion were making it seem like his shoulders were broader and his cock seemed to be pushing farther inside me than I thought it would."

Steve was absently caressing Brad's gymnast body and enormous cockshaft, his longfingered hands almost twice the size of Brad's.

"It lasted for hours," the other one carried on. "Finally I slept. When I woke up Peter was gone. My heart stopped—I thought I'd never see him again. But I got up and stumbled into the kitchen. And there he was—making out with someone!"

"I was so upset, and yet I was instantly aroused. They were both naked, their beautiful bodies wrapped around each other. I was staring, my cock getting harder and harder, and thinking not only did these two men have gorgeous bodies—their bodies looked alike. Very alike. Skin tone, muscle definition—"

"Then they looked up. And both of them were Peter."

Steve and Brad were listening open-mouthed, intensely aroused, cheeks flushed. Precum was leaking steadily down Brad's long, long cock.

"The three of us had sex all day. We were insatiable. I was in heaven, pressed between these two gorgeous men and their animal passion. And Peter's confidence grew as we went on, surrendering to his own fantasies. Slowly I started to realize that his muscles were bigger, heftier, though he kept them lithe and graceful. And his cock looked bigger, thicker, and longer every time I looked at it, and the cock on one body was always bigger than the other."

"Then I started to change."

All four of them were totally turned on now, breathing short. The Sebastians' cocks, which had never softened, were now twitching with suppressed desire.

"I looked down while I was getting simultaneously fucked and sucked and I realized that my body was—better than it had ever been. Like I'd been working out all my life. I came in Peter's mouth right then, my whole body shuddering with electricity, and the cock I pulled out of Peter's mouth, still incredibly hard, was twice as big as what had gone in. He just leered up at me. I grinned back, and my brain became swamped with desire, gratitude, and desire. I wanted more."

"I went mad with passion, and I don't remember much of the rest of the night, just glorious lovemaking, orgasms beyond endurance. I sort of came to in the middle of the night..."

"Peter was lying on top of me—"

"—And Peter was lying on top of me!"

At this incredible memory the twins twisted around and started kissing and groping each other, unable to contain themselves any more, and the sight was so amazing that Steve and Brad, already close to the edge from the story, pushed up to the flash point as the clones worked themselves into a frenzy, and with a sudden access of pure joy all four of them exploded right then and there, their entire bodies thrilling as electric cum poured out of their ubercocks, the twin locked in passion, Brad locked in Steve's huge embrace.

They remained where they were for a long time, not moving, sated with pleasure and burning for more.

Suddenly a light rattling sound made Steve raise his head from where he'd been softly kissing Brad. It sounded like the doorknob to his room right behind him.

"Shh!" he said. "I think I hear something."