Date: Wed, 9 May 2001 13:19:01 -0700 (PDT)
From: centaur quad <centaurquad@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boytaur Cream, by Josh Dugan

The big, heavy glass bottle of boytaur cream had been
lovingly unwrapped when it arrived, much to Damon's
and Jim's excitement. It could be rubbed on as well as
drunk, and it was wonderful, powerful stuff.

And so it was. Jim's legs, clean and fresh after his
shower, were sleek with the cream. Damon also naked
and freshly showered, had massaged it on Jim's legs,
hardly able to wait for Jim's beautiful legs to double
themselves.

Jim loved having the heavy, pleasantly scented cream
rubbed all over his long-muscled, handsome runner's
legs.

Damon had also drunk a half a quart of the delicious
boytaur cream, and as it worked on his mind, he
concentrated his thoughts, in order to work the
changes on Jim that Damon had always lusted for.

Now, getting ready to mentally activate the boytaur
cream on Jim's legs, Damon looked at Jim in his white
terrycloth robe as he brushed his teeth before the
sink. He was so handsome. How handsome he would be as
a boytaur! He imagined them making love as no one had
ever made love before or ever would again.

And yet, that was not the prime attraction, awesome as
it was. Just imagining Jim four-legged gave Damon a
pleasant buzz of arousal, and awakened that familiar
tang of desire in his body. It made Damon want to be
four-legged as well, for himself as well as for Jim.

Jim was definitely attracted to Damon's long, shapely
legs as well, and when they had talked about possibly
becoming boytaurs, they finally ordered the boytaur
cream when Jim admitted that he kind of went off the
deep end for Damon when he imagined Damon four-legged.

Damon was the same way about Jim -- Jim's handsome
young runner's legs were so strong and shapely in
their masculine long-muscled way, and imagining him in
four of them, well, it was hard to put words to it.

Wouldn't that white robe be attractive if it were
draped over Jim's boytaur hindquarters, with four of
Jim's attractive legs keeping company among
themselves, four of his good looking bare feet
absently snuggling together as he stood there brushing
his teeth?

And so it was. Damon was amazed at how easily it
happened. His wish came true.

Jim continued to brush his teeth, there in his white
terry cloth robe, standing there on four bare human
feet, the robe riding up a bit on his extended
hindquarters, and with his four handsome legs looking
so sexy. It was attractively draped over his boytaur
hindquarters, with four of his attractive legs keeping
company among themselves, four of his good looking
bare feet absently snuggling together as he stood
there brushing his teeth.

Jim smiled at Damon, his smile thickened with the
toothpaste foam on his lips. Jim tried to speak, the
thick toothpaste foam garbling his beautiful voice.

"Whuurru lmmkng ammpt?" he said, his eyebrows raised.
Damon knew he meant "What are you looking at?"

"Your four legs, and your four bare feet," Damon said.
"You know I love seeing you with four of them!"

"Thmmkff" Jim smiled. Damon knew he meant, "Thanks!"

This was fun, Damon thought. Damon's head was buzzing
with arousal from the intense creative power the
boytaur cream gave him over Jim's legs, Jim's body,
and Jim's entire beautiful being.

A mad, wonderfully lustful thought entered Damon's
boytaur cream-crazed mind.

What if there were several of Jim, and if they liked
to make love to each other? Damon closed his eyes with
the intensity of the though, and felt his penis
explode with come, at the sexiness and the incredible
power of the erotic vision. He opened his eyes,
gasping for breath.

And so it was! A pair of four-legged Jims stumbled on
their four bare feet past the four-legged Jim brushing
his teeth at the sink; the two naked four legged Jims
were laughing, fresh and dripping wet from the shower,
where they and another couple of Jims were making
love.

Damon also heard Jim laughing in the bedroom, and
turned to look in on him - or rather, them. Several of
him were piled on the huge oversized bed, a mass of
legs, because they were all four legged. Jim was sexy
when he kissed himself, and Jims were lost in kisses
all over the room.

"How are you doing?" one of them asked Damon.

"This is so hot," Damon answered, meaning it! He
closed his eyes, burning with desire, and made another
mental command, one he had dreamed of all his life.

He opened his eyes. Damon's wish came true! He could
feel them beneath him, radiating gentle warmth. Damon
now had four legs, too!

"Damn, dude!" Jim said, finishing up at the sink as
the other Jims walked all their legs into the bedroom
to join with the others. "You look sooo hot!"

"You, too!" Damon said, perspiring with arousal as he
looked at his four-legged Jim in his white terrycloth
robe. Damon stood there on his own four sexy human
legs, quite aroused, and had to catch his breath,
brushing a hair from his forehead with his - foot!

"Damon, what happened to your hands? They're feet!"
Jim shouted joyfully, liking what he saw. He was going
over the edge, aroused at the sight of his beautiful
Damon's four legs, and seeing how beautiful Damon's
smooth, shapely feet were as they graced the wrists of
his beautiful arms, heavy and masculine male feet
weighing down Damon's fine wrists.

"Omigod, Damon,I like you with wristfeet," Jim said,
wanting to take Damon's handsome wristfeet in his
hands. But as Jim went to grasp his wristfeet, he
realized his hands had turned to feet as well!

Jim's were bigger than Damon's, handsome copies of his
four other feet, just like Damon's were copies of his
own four beautiful feet.

"You, too!" Damon said, his beautiful face wide eyed
with astonishment.

"This is soooo sexy," Jim giggled.

"I guess we could play patty-cake," Damon giggled in
return, looking at his sexy heavy male wristfeet as
they dangled from his slender wrists.

Jim laughed, trying to hold Damon's sexy wristfeet in
his own masculine wristfeet. It felt so odd to have
these large male feet attached to his wrists, so much
longer and heavier than his hands had been. His
wristfeet felt very tingly and sexy in his.

He pressed his wristfeet around Damon's and pulled
them to his lips, kissing his wristfoot toes, and
nuzzling their smooth, graceful arches.

"Mmmmmmm" Jim said.

Damon liked it too.

"Now, we're both six-footers," Damon laughed.

They walked on their sets of four legs, still clumsily
caressing and feeling each other's wristfeet, and
climbed with them and their four legs onto the huge
bed, among all the handsome four-legged Jims who lay
together kissing each other and worshipping each
other's sets of four legs, and all their beautiful
male feet. They were wristfooted, as well, and so
aroused!

Damon and Jim knelt on their four legs, facing each
other on the bed, feeling kind of sexy, because it
does feel very sexy to kneel on four legs, feeling
your hind legs brushing up against your front legs and
looking down and seeing four good looking legs under
you.

Jim was aroused and so was Damon, and both of them
realized how good looking each of them was four-legged
and wristfooted.

"Well, let's try playing patty cake," Damon giggled.
"Shouldn't be too hard, with these big feet attached
to our wrists."

Jim waved his big, well-shaped wristfeet around a
little. They were much heavier than his hands had
been. He could feel the breeze on the big sleek
wristfeet as he waved them, so heavy at the ends of
his arms, taxing his wrists with their weight.

"They're kind of awkward," he said, feeling how odd
yet sexy it was when he touched them together. How
strange but erotic to feel big male feet touching,
when they were at the end of his arms. They were
handsome, too, he couldn't help observing.

He noticed Damon looking at them, his own more slender
wristfeet hanging from his wrists, but still too big
for them. Damon's lips were slightly parted. He was
turned on, too.

"So, it might be fun," Damon said.

Jim touched one of his wristfeet to one of Damon's. It
was a heavy touch, clumsy but gentle and electric. A
foot against his foot, his wristfoot.

They both giggled and gave it a try.

"Patty cake, patty cake, baker's man. . ."

They both laughed. The wristfeet were heavy and slow,
and they were having a hard time aiming them at each
other. When they did clap against each other, it was
awkward and out of rhythm, because they weren't used
to having their wrists burdened with the added weight
and length of wristfeet.

Some of the other Jims were trying it among
themselves, their big handsome wristfeet clumsily
trying to coordinate while their lips moved to the
words of the pattycake game.

"This is soo stupid!" Damon giggled, holding a
wristfoot to his mouth as he laughed.