Date: Thu, 04 Jan 2001 14:03:57 -0500
From: Spike <writespike@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jason's Surprise

I looked up at the clock.  Jason was usually home by
now.  I wondered if I should go ahead and make
something or maybe order a pizza.  I searched through
the kitchen cabinets.  "What would you like to eat,
Jason?" I asked, addressing no one but the empty
room.

Jason.  Soon, he'd be at the door, his handsome,
perpetually tan face smiling from under that unruly
tuft of soft brown hair.  His muscular arms
manipulating the door, his keys, his book bag.  His
bulging pecs straining his T-shirt.  His muscular
legs with that light coating of hair that shone gold
when it caught the light.  He almost always wore
shorts....

"Stop!  Can't think that way," I said aloud to
myself.  Jason was the best friend I'd ever had.  He
didn't mind that I was gay.  He was bright and funny
and caring.  He always loved whatever I made for
dinner.  He never even made fun of my name.

I couldn't bear losing him as a friend, so I was very
careful: never touching him, never coming on to him
even jokingly, always staying clear of my real
feelings.  I think he could tell sometimes, but I
always avoided the subject.

I couldn't concentrate on finding food so I left the
kitchen, collapsing on the recliner in the living
room with a heavy sigh.  I'd been through this mental
self-torture dozens, even hundreds, of times.  But
man, it would be nice if he could be more than my
friend.  Only what chance was there of that?  Still,
he was so cute.  And he'd be even better if--

Suddenly, there was a sound at the door.  Jason
pushing his key into the lock.  Realizing I'd been
lightly stroking myself through my khakis, I shoved
my cock into a less conspicuous position and looked
up as he entered.  I figured it was due to my
arousal, but he seemed more attractive than ever as
he stepped through the door, the hugely bulging
muscles of his arms clearly defined as they slid back
and forth under his flawless, tanned skin, the broad
swells of his chest and shoulders straining the
fabric of his T-shirt to its limit.

I smiled as he grinned at me.  "Hey, Baker," he said.
"Sorry I'm late.  I was at the chem lab."  My eyes
followed his book bag as he tossed it to the floor
beside the door.

My jaw dropped.

He had four legs.  _Four_!  His beautiful, muscular
legs had been multiplied, and now another pair stood
directly behind his originals, his new hind ass
making an alluring bubble-butt bulge in the back of
the four-legged shorts he now wore.  The casual,
fashionable shorts hung to just above his four knees,
displaying his four gorgeous, lightly haired lower
legs, all glinting with gold from the late afternoon
sunlight streaming through the doorway.  Rapt and
spellbound, I watched his four muscular calves
working in concert as he kicked off all four of his
flip-flops, leaving them in a small, haphazard pile
by the door.

I could not remove my eyes from his multiplied legs,
even as he closed the door and began to walk across
the carpeted floor, his four feet padding softly.  I
drank in every detail of his smoothly casual four-
legged gait as he crossed the room, until he finally
threw himself down on the couch, sitting on his hind
ass, and propped all four feet up on the coffee
table, crossing all four of his legs together.

It was a beautiful sight: his four bare, beautifully
shaped feet all clustered together; the artistically
sculpted muscles of his four legs pressed together
and bulging, even part of his thighs as his shorts
had ridden up slightly when he sat; the fine sheen of
the soft hair over all four of his legs, lit by the
light from the window behind me.  When I finally
managed to raise my eyes to his face, I saw that he
had folded his arms behind his head; the huge bugles
of his biceps threatened to tear open the sleeves of
his straining T-shirt.  He grinned at me brilliantly.

My mind was awash with thoughts and emotions, all
dominated by my arousal.  "Wha--when--how--_why_?" I
finally managed to ask, my voice no more than a
frightened whisper.  I was afraid it was too good to
be true.

The clasp of his hands behind his head suddenly broke
and his grin faltered and fell, sheepishly.  When he
let his hands fall to the couch, I couldn't help
noticing how it made his triceps flex impressively.

He stared at me a few moments before answering me.
"I read some of the stories on your computer once,"
he said, nervously.

I was shocked and panicky, but was beyond the ability
to form any response.

Jason continued, still eyeing me warily, "I thought
maybe you'd like me more if I made myself like one of
those guys... y'know, a humantaur... or something."

Too surprised by the first part of his sentence to
even comprehend it, I leapt on the second.  "But
they're not real!"

A slight hint of Jason's smile returned.  "I thought
so too, until I found the book at the library....
But that's not important."  He paused for a moment,
biting his lip.  "Do you... do you like it?"

It took me a few seconds before I was able to form
words.  "Jason, I've _always_ liked you."

"But you never..."

"I thought you were straight!"

Jason suddenly grinned.  "With my good looks and
fashion sense?  Waste of time."

Nervous and giddy, I laughed more than the joke
deserved, but it did bring a smile back to my face.

"So... do you like 'em?" he asked, glancing down at
his four legs, still all crossed together, a big
tight package of muscular limbs.

My eyes never leaving his, I slowly rose from the
recliner and walked over to him, constantly checking
for any negative sign in his gaze.  There was none.
Carefully placing one hand on one of his front thighs
(oh, the feeling of that tight, hard muscle!), I
leaned down and hesitantly kissed him.

Immediately, his muscular arms were up again and his
strong hands were gently holding the sides of my head
as he kissed me back with an enthusiasm that took my
breath away.  When we finally broke the kiss and
looked into each other's eyes again, we knew.  There
was no further need for questions.

He let his hands fall away from me as I stepped back
to give him room.  Uncrossing his four legs, he bent
all his knees, catching the edge of the coffee table
with his four heels, pushing it gently away across
the carpet.  Kneeling down, I took its place on the
carpet before him, pushing it even farther back and
completely out of the way behind me.  Eyes locked on
him, I watched as he reached down to peel his T-shirt
up and off his body, exposing his hugely muscular
torso, his clearly defined stomach, his wide lats,
and his vast chest.  I scrutinized every detail of
the play of muscles in his arms--biceps, triceps,
forearms--as he unbuttoned his shorts and pulled down
the extended zipper that ran all the way to his rear
crotch, exposing, as he did so, both of his rapidly
growing and stiffening cocks, one between each pair
of legs, each with its own hairless ballsac and each
with its own little patch of light brown hair right
above its root.

He then let his arms drop to his sides and, forming
fists with his hands, flexing his triceps, and
tensing his abs, lifted his hind ass slightly from
the couch.  Taking this cue, I carefully reached
forward and, reveling in the sensation of my hands
brushing against his four muscular, lightly haired
thighs, grasped the hems of the four legs of his
shorts and slowly pulled them off him.  Once they had
reached his knees, he let his hind ass fall back down
onto the couch and took over from me, taking the
waistband of the shorts in his hands and lifting each
of his four feet up, though, and out of the shorts,
one by one.

When the last of his four feet was free, he tossed
the shorts aside, and let his front thighs down to
rest on his rear thighs, front feet dangling heavily
outside his rear calves, a few inches from the floor.
I ran my eyes over the press of bulging thigh muscle
where his front and rear thighs met and involuntarily
licked my lips.  I looked up at him, and seeing him
nod at me, I leaned in among his four legs, bringing
my face up to his double crotch.

I took one cock in each hand, and Jason let out a
soft moan while his four legs shifted slightly around
me.  I leaned in close and kissed the base of his
front cock, feeling its hard length pressed up
against my cheek, as Jason's other hard length
throbbed in my other hand, and his four muscular
thighs closed slightly around me.  His hands came
down and gently cupped the sides of my head as he ran
his fingers through my hair.  I began to slowly drag
my tongue along the shaft of his front cock, finally
reaching the head and taking it into my mouth,
teasing it with my tongue.  I could feel Jason's
torso writhe above me.

I took my time with Jason's front cock in my mouth,
drawing it in and out, my hand firmly grasping its
thick base as I explored its huge velvet-skin-covered
hardness with my tongue, pumping my other hand up and
down the shaft of his rear cock, increasingly slick
with his precome.  All the while, I was intensely
aware of Jason's four powerful legs around me, and
sometimes one of his four muscular thighs, left or
right, front or rear, would bump into or brush
against my arm or shoulder.

Eventually, I moved down to explore his front ballsac
with my tongue, lapping at the soft, hairless skin
that held his hot, roiling balls within.  And just
below, my tongue found the tight pucker of his front
anus; Jason trembled and sighed heavily, grabbing his
front cock, which I had abandoned in my explorations,
in his large, powerful hands.  Encouraged, I slicked
a finger with my saliva, and quickly slid it into his
tight hole.  As I wriggled my finger against his
prostate, Jason let out a delicious moan and lifted
his front legs into the air, gently bringing them
down to rest his front thighs heavily on my
shoulders, his front calves and the heels of his
front feet pressing into my back.  His hind legs
closed tightly at my sides.

My world was now reduced to his four legs and his two
cocks; I was only vaguely aware of Jason's muscular
torso rising above me.  After briefly slicking up
more fingers to work into his front anus, I dropped
my mouth onto his rear cock, taking as much of its
huge hardness into my mouth and throat as I could,
burying my face and head deep into this headily
sexual nexus of cocks and legs.

Jason's four legs were flexing all about me, all
moving in tempo with my strokes of his rear cock and
into his front hole when, all too soon, his four legs
tensed and clasped tight around me, his front heels
digging into my back as his rear cock began to shoot.
Endless jets of his sweet come poured into my mouth,
of which I eagerly swallowed every last drop.

As I was licking his back cock clean, feeling it
slowly soften ever so slightly in my hands, I
realized that Jason was still frantically stroking
his front cock above my head.  I lifted my head and
pressed up against the confines of his front thighs,
which were trapping me below.  Responding quickly, he
lifted his front legs from my shoulders and
relinquished his front cock to me, raising his hands
to stroke sensuously up and down the heaving
muscularity of his torso, as if it too were a cock.
Mere moments after I cupped his front balls and
grasped the throbbing shaft, placing my mouth over
the flared head, he was shooting again, stream after
stream of sweet, hot come into my mouth, and again I
swallowed it all.

Finally, his orgasm passed, and I merrily licked his
front cock clean before collapsing back to sit on my
folded legs.  I leaned forward and wrapped my arms
around his hind calves, reclining my head against his
front and rear right thighs, breathing heavily.
"That was... incredible," I panted.

Jason, panting just as heavily, was still running his
hands slowly up and down the sides of his muscular
torso, fingertips tripping over the rock-hard bulges
of his washboard, which heaved with each of his rapid
breaths.  "You have no _idea_," he said, head still
rolled back, eyes still closed.  He suddenly lifted
his head and looked down at me, serious.  "Whatever
you may have read, whatever you may have written, you
have no _idea_ what it's like to have sex as a
humantaur... the _four legs_... and _two_ of all
_this_!"  He grasped his huge, softening front cock
momentarily and then let it flop back down, rolling
his head back again and letting out a small sigh of
pleasure as the shaft slid over his front balls and
the head drooped down to kiss the inside of one of
his rear thighs.

I sat up and said, in a small voice, "I wish I
could."

Immediately, he bounced up and stared at me for a
moment before swinging both of his left legs over me.
I was suddenly but only momentarily imprisoned among
his four powerfully muscular legs, his hind cock
dragging over my head as he stepped away.

Watching him walk his four-legged walk while clothed
was a treat; watching him walk nude was amazing:
every bulging muscle involved in his graceful, four-
legged gait was clearly visible, his four thighs, his
four calves, and his tight hind ass.  When I saw him
bend over to open his book bag, his hind pucker
exposed and both of his soft cocks dangling low among
his four legs, I involuntarily gulped and had to shut
my eyes to avoid being overwhelmed.

Eventually I heard his four softly padding feet
return to stand beside me, and I opened my eyes
again.  I looked up at his nude, tanned, muscular
humantaur body with unadulterated lust.  His front
cock, huge even when soft and still glistening with
saliva, hung long and thick over his front balls, and
I could just make out his equally huge rear cock,
dangling in the midst of his four powerful thighs.
He held out his bulging, muscular right arm towards
me, a clear sports bottle full of liquid in his hand.
"This is for you," he said, grinning with excitement.

I accepted the bottle as I stood up beside him.  I
looked it carefully, but it appeared to be filled
with plain water.  "This will make me a humantaur?"

"Yup," answered Jason, cheerily, but I recognized the
mischievous glint in his eye.

Still, I grinned back, certain that I would love
whatever he had in store for me.  Taking one final
lustful glance at Jason's naked, four-legged body
standing beside me, I titled my head back, and gulped
down the contents of the bottle.  The liquid was
tasteless, but felt warm going down, and soon a
tingling warmth was spreading from my stomach all
over my body.  I teetered, suddenly overcome by
dizziness, and Jason, ever steady on his four feet,
reached out a strong hand to steady me as I sank to
my knees.  The sensations were overwhelming, and I
shut my eyes and simply knelt there, wavering
slightly, Jason's hand still on my shoulder, letting
the transformation come over me.

Only moments later, I heard a rustling and felt a
distinct and significant change behind me.  When I
turned back to see, I found that, indeed, my two legs
had become four, and that my khakis had changed to
accommodate them, my new hind ass tightly outlined by
the material.  I could feel all four of my knees
pressing into the carpet, all four of my feet pent-up
in their shoes.  I felt, too, my muscles growing all
over my body, and could see my four thighs and four
calves inflating even under the loose fit of the
khakis.  The material tightly clinging to my hind ass
hid nothing as my rear buttocks became even more
toned, tight, and muscular.  Every muscle in my body
felt hot, iron-hard, and pumped.  I turned forward to
see my vastly expanding chest straining the confines
of my polo shirt, and below, I could even see the
individual bulges of my abs as they pressed out
against the tightening material.

I felt a sudden explosion of power in my arms and
quickly brought my hands in front of me... to find
that I now had four of them!  I gaped in amazement at
my four large, powerful hands, and the four bulging,
striated forearms they were attached to.  My
shoulders had split, front and back, to carry the
four arms, and I could feel the increasing bulges of
my rear biceps pressing into and rubbing against the
sculpted yet still growing iron-hardness of my front
triceps.  I moved my arms back and forth against each
other, closing my eyes as I tuned into and reveled in
that particular ecstasy out of the entire symphony of
sensation my expanding body was providing me.

Eventually, the heat of transformation left me and I
opened my eyes, awaking from the haze.  Still, every
muscle of my body, every one, all throughout my torso
and in each one of my eight limbs, four arms and four
legs, felt hot with its bulging strength and power...
but not quite as hot as the feeling from both of my
crotches.  It felt almost as if--

Using all four of my hands together, I quickly
unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my pants, and pulled
down the zipper.  From out of the fly of my boxer
shorts exploded two rock-hard, giant cocks, just like
the ones I could feel between my rear legs, trapped
somewhere within and straining the fabric of my now
four-legged boxers.  I grabbed one front cock in each
of my front hands, and the resulting shock of
pleasure let a huge, unsteady breath from my lungs.
I sent my rear hands back to grab at the globes of my
own hind ass, confirming its reality.

Almost falling back into a dazed state, I looked up
at Jason, wild pleasure combined with an unspoken
question on my face.

He just grinned down at me.  "I thought you might
like it."  He looked me over with an appraising eye.
Both of his cocks had returned to full hardness, his
front cock swinging huge and heavy before him, his
hind cock pushing his front balls aside and peeking
its drooling head from in between his front thighs.
"I know I do."

Grinning back at him, I reluctantly let go of my
front cocks and used my front hands to grab and hold
up the waist of my khakis.  "C'mon," I said as I
grabbed Jason's hand with one of my free rear hands
and rose to my four feet, four legs splayed wide to
steady my uncertain balance, my two huge front cocks
bobbing before me.  "Help me walk to a bedroom and
let's try out all this new equipment!"