Tom Adds Extras,   by Josh Dugan

"It's an interesting concept," Tom said, running his two left hands through
his hair while holding the graph paper with a right hand and writing on it
with his other right hand. I couldn't take my eyes off his beautiful, large,
smooth hands, and wanted to hold at least three of them.
"What no one thought of before was making closed loops of time." He drew
something like a donut. "Everyon'e's always talked about time travel, but
that's a huge project that could be very disruptive to events. The way I have
used time travel is in miniature -- instead of huge spans of time, I work
with segments of a minute or less, and splice the ends together in a loop.
And instead of  using  the whole universe, I just use a finite space. It's
more manageable," he said, two of his hands gesturing as a youthful smile lit
up his beautiful face.
"Can you explain what you're talking about," I asked humbly, feeling somewhat
Neanderthal in the presence of his brilliant mind and somewhat incomplete
with my two hands, as opposed to his four.  Also, my heart wouldn't cease
pounding. He was a very attractive young man, and the four handsome hands did
something to me.
Again with the flash of a beautiful smile, and two hands deftly turned the
page to face me while a third gestured and the fourth held the pencil pointed
at the donut.
"Anyone can use time loops to preserve anything, or change it or multiply
it," he said, excitement in his dusky voice. "The electronics are small
enough and the task is simple enough. For example," he said, holding his two
right hands in one of his left hands, "I experimented on myself. I took a
"picture" of my arm in the time-loop machine, then moved it and took another
picture. What you see is like a double exposure - both arms exist in time and
space, but one is a picture of the other. It's alive, but only for about a
minute's worth -- the secret is re-coding to splice the beginning and the end
of the time segment together. That's the loop." he said, the other right hand
re-tracing the donut.
"So you're telling me your extra arms are time-clones of the originals, and
they never get old because they're new again every minute or so?"
"That's essentially it," Tom smiled, the four hands resting in a thoughtful
pile as he leaned comfortably forward on his four elbows. "I took a time
picture of myself as well, to put myself into a short time loop, so I
wouldn't age while my arms stayed new. The side effect is, since I'm always
renewed every minute, I never get tired. And I can add or change myself at
will, or copy myself and change the copies, too. Nifty, huh?" he laughed.
"Well, I wouldn't have believed anything up to now," I said, "but those hands
of yours..."
Tom laughed and held my hands in his handsome foursome. "Well, I've got a lot
more to show you," he said. "I'm having a party for myself tonight, and
you're the only other guest. I've been busy making time-clones and whatnot."
"I'll be there," I said, immediately getting hard. "I've always wanted to see
more of you."
It was interesting as I walked up the walkway that night to hear a party in
full swing, because there was lots of conversation and laughter, but all the
voices were Tom's. I was hard already. I was mad about the guy, and my body
went on full arousal alert even at the thought of Tom.
I rang the bell, and it was my Tom that answered, welcoming me with a
beautiful four-armed hug. "I hope you don't mind if some of me are somewhat
nude," he laughed. "I kinda ran out of clothes," he said, ushering me into
one of the most beautiful fantasies I could have dreamed. "I'm sure he
doesn't mind," another Tom said, handsomely naked as he broke away from the
cluster of nude Toms he  had been speaking with. "Welcome, and I hope we
don't overwhelm you!" 
He was just as beautiful as the original Tom, and if Tom's theory was right,
he was the original Tom - a perfect time-copy, even down to the four handsome
hands. "You noticed my hands," he laughed. "Some of me have other extras.
Come on, I'll introduce you to my other copies and variations."
I was hardly able to walk, I was so aroused, and my head was spinning. Tom
sensed that and two of his arms gently held my arm as he led me through the
other laughing, naked Toms, whose beautiful nude bodies parted to let us
through. The Tom who had greeted me at the door followed us. It was a turn-on
to catch that same familiar eye-contact from every Tom in the room, and it
nearly made me cream to see the Toms touching each other, relaxing against
each other, or running their fingers through each others' hair as they
socialized together. Each one of him was my same Tom, and the friendship I
felt from each one of him made me feel warm and wonderful as well as turned
on.
In the den was the time-loop equipment, and several Toms stood or sat around
it, and something like a photo booth was set up. Every time the Tom in the
booth struck a new pose, the hands from the previous pose remained. "I feel
like Shiva," he laughed as he came out of the booth, still posing like the
Indian goddess, his beautiful arms multiplied. His laughter was returned by
all the other Toms. 
It was wonderful to inhale the mild tang of his body scent, which filled the
room.
I couldnt help but smile at each Tom, and each one met my smile with that
same wonderful intimate eye-contact. Each showed me his individual variation,
whether it was  two hands per wrist, extra arms, extra genitalia, extra legs
or -- and this was a suprise -- a handsome centaur version of Tom, who
towered above the other Toms and carried several multi-human-legged Toms on
his sleek horse's back. 
"You never told me about this!" I exclaimed, really aroused. Tom looked
fantastic as a centaur. "Well, I couldn't spoil the whole surprise!" he
laughed. "It's the same principal, only with a larger time-loop booth. I just
spliced my torso onto a time-loop copy of  my horse -- and I added passenger
space by copying a few extra sets of hindquarters!" "It's roomy back here,"
one of the Tom passengers chimed in. "More can climb on, but becareful, he's
very horny with all the extra hindquarters and their genitalia!" "Same here,"
another multi-legged Tom laughed. "I'm going to have to start making love to
all of you because I don't know how to handle four hardons, much less one!"
"I do - I can handle as many as you can copy!' laughed Tom the
centaur.reaching his four long arms back to find the aroused penises of his
multi-legged passengers. They all laughed and screamed with pleasure, guiding
the centaur's four hands to their immense aroused genitalia. 
That sort of changed the social and scientific atmosphere of the evening,
replacing it with one of lusty mutual arousal, and Toms gaily began kissing
each other and trying out wonderful new sexual positions with each other. It
was really wild to hear my wonderful Tom's voice groaning and laughing
throughout the house as he made love to himself in a thousand different
ways.I felt the warm weight of several beautiful arms around me, and suddenly
I was lost in a heavenly embrace with Tom, the man of my dreams. I loved his
lips on mine, and his wonderful manly scent. "Hey, come on into the time-loop
booth with me," he said, breathing heavily from our prolonged kiss. "Let's
you and me make love, just the eight of us!"