Great, thank you for the info!

If you want. I avoided it because the later sections of Stuck are so long.

BTW: Monday Off is currently in production.
I am not a fast worker

Stuck Part 1
by compound37

The sun beaming through the blinds was enough to get my attention, which, when I’m sleeping, is usually a monumental effort.  Most people have to resort to lifting and dropping the bed to get me to acknowledge them in the morning, but the heat and blinding light falling on my face left me no choice.  It was time to do the post-blackout surveying.

Last night had been a riot, just unhinged in so many ways.  It had all started out as the traditional bar blitz common to my friends and I after finishing all of our final exams for the spring, something to kick off the summer break and the first stress-free night for a solid four months.  I remember doing a lot of pre-drinking with them: first the friendly beers, then the shots, then the….I don’t know what.  I had to strain my mind to remember leaving Ed’s dorm to hit the campus bar, but after that it’s just a blur of lights and booze and noise.
While I was shaking off the mental cobwebs, and trying my best not to move, lest I do something that might bring on the hangover nausea, I had a massive realization: my blinds are at the other end of the room.

I’m not in my own bed.

I’m not in my own house.

Some girl must have taken my drunk ass home with her.

Panic was setting in, I had to bail, this was crazy.  How on earth could I wake up next to a girl that I sure don’t remember the name of, let alone what she looked like.  I couldn’t stomach the embarrassment.  Worst of all, the light from the window was still hitting me right across the face, so I couldn’t see much of the room, other than the unfamiliar bedspread.  Trying to get out of bed, my legs and arms had a cold, slow feeling to them.  I could barely move them!  The whole thing seemed worse and worse, first I don’t remember what happened, now it looks like I might have been drugged!  I had to get out, I had to somehow drag myself out of this bed and get home.

I tugged with the only part of my body that wasn’t completely lethargic, my head.  Inch by inch I was trying to lurch my body sideways, but it never made a difference, only managing to make my neck sore.  But then I heard it, well, more like felt it.  I felt a muffled groan come from somewhere really close.  Almost like if you’re pressed up against someone and they speak, you can feel the vibrations in their body.  I stopped, for fear that I was waking up whoever I was had slept with last night, I had to get out secretly, especially if they were some kind of psychopath that would drug someone and leave them helpless in the bed.  But while I was holding my breath, and trying not to make a move, it happened again, with some muffled nonsensical words mixed in.

“mmf, shtop withthat, you’re   tuggingtoohard.” She groaned, still half asleep.

I figured that she was only going to get more awake from here, with the sunlight encroaching across the bed to her side, so I went for it.  I tried tugging my head as hard as I could to try to pull my numb limbs off the bed and onto the floor.  After a solid few pulls, I could feel a slight movement in my body, a slight movement across the bed.  I had progress!  I had to make it soon, I HAD to make it before she woke up.  I was completely focused, nothing was going to stop me from making that final lurch to the edge of the bed, and hopefully I’d be able to collect myself and leave, I could see the floor from where I was, clothes strewn about, my jeans in the corner, hopefully still with my wallet and phone in there.  Eyes on the prize, going for that final pull, and, nothing.  I couldn’t get my body to go any further.  It was stuck where it was.  Frantic, I strained my neck to try and get my teeth onto the edge so that I could pull myself over, when I heard a voice say ‘Ok, now you’re just going to hurt yourself with all this tugging.’

I turned over to look straight into the face of, admittedly, someone I absolutely would have been ok with waking up to with no context.  She had raven black hair falling over her face in loose curls as her pale cheek rested on the pillow.  She had big, deeply dark eyes  and small lips, that, when pressed against the pillow, made a cute little pouty face, as she looked at me like she was somewhat unamused by my antics.  Speechless, I tried stammering out whether I should be angry, scared, both even, but she just looked at me and asked if I was still drunk.
“I don’t think so,” I said, “but whatever you gave me or drugged me with is stopping me from moving.” I said, not without the least bit of anger in my voice.  “You gotta let me go!”

She blinked a couple times, and as if a sudden realization hit her, she rolled her head back and started laughing knowingly, which was a little unsettling.  “Yeah, I guess that happens sometimes.  Hang on, you’ll feel again once I start moving.” And suddenly I could feel my right arm!  But, I for sure was not telling it to reach over and push myself up to a sitting position.  My left arm went up for balance as I felt my torso rise into a sitting position, and as I looked down, I could physically feel the colour drain from my face.
I didn’t have my own body.  I didn’t even think I had a body anymore.  Looking to my right, I could see this girl’s head rising with me, and as I looked down once the covers fell off my chest, I could see both of our heads rising from the same torso, and this torso had breasts!  I was stuck to this girl’s freak body!

She raised her (mine?  OUR?!) arm and tenderly massaged the space between our two necks, as if the muscles were strained, which I guess my pulling must have done to her.  The feeling of a foreign hand massaging a space that really shouldn’t exist on a normal human body was completely bizarre.  Especially when she yawned and stretched her arms out, I could feel the stretch.

As I was lost in the sensation of it all, she calmly rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, and looked over at me.  “Well, the look on your face says you don’t remember a thing about last night, do you.”  The look on her face suggested that this was nothing out of the ordinary.  “Calm down, you’re not going anywhere, and I don’t bite.”

“Uh, well, no I don’t remember a thing past leaving my friend’s house” I stammered, feeling less worked up, “I just woke up here, my neck on your shoulders.  Who are you anyway?”

“I’m Beth” she replied, “I don’t really remember much about last night either, must have been a bit of a mistake on both of our ends.”

“Yeah, but you don’t seem at all worried about me sharing a body with you right now”

“Well, that’s probably because, well, I think it might be best if I show you first.” She said.  “I just want you to know though, that this isn’t dangerous.”

As she said this, a tingling feeling worked up in our chest.  A rippling sensation that caused her breasts to wobble in a rhythmic fashion, and I realized they were moving outward ever so slightly.  I felt a pressing in between them, as a small mass filled out in between them.  Its expansion filled me with a not unpleasant warming feeling, as the weight of what appeared to be a third breast was steadily growing on our chest.  Once it had reached the same large C cup size as the original pair, Beth stopped the growth, and the warmth focused on a small spot in the middle, where the nipple formed.  As I was still trying to take this in, she reached up and gave the new nipple a flick, and I could feel it pucker at the response.

“That’s what I can do” she said, “I can change my body!  Most of what I can do is kind of beyond me, but this isn’t the first time I’ve had another head on my shoulders.  Come on, let’s get something to eat.”  She rose our body from the bed, the sudden motion giving me vertigo, and as she pulled the blankets off, I saw something that made both of us stop for a second.  Attached to this girl’s flushed out hips, was unmistakably my dick. 

“Oh,” she said “I think it’s been a while since I’ve had someone else’s dick there.  Must have been a fun night last night.” As I felt our breath start to deepen, and feeling come back to my dick as blood started pumping in it again.  She reached down, stroking it a bit, felt it get hard.  “Maybe we can wait a bit for that breakfast, nothing like surprise morning wood.”

I could feel her hands move to my dick, as she began to caress my hardening member. Cupping the balls, she stroked up and down, as she leaned back into the bed.  It was odd to me, was this a handjob, or masturbation?  As she moaned slightly, moving her hand cupping the balls lower, to what must have been her still present vagina.  Being able to feel both male and female sensation was something I’d obviously never felt, but as she was moving more into it, I was overcome with the feeling of shameless lust.  Bucking her hips under her, pelvis raised, she positioned herself so that the weight was on our necks and shoulders, and eventually we both came as our penis sprayed cum on our stomach and the underside of our three tits.

Collapsing down into the afterglow, she was stroking my hair and still riding out the sensation in our pussy.  “Well, maybe I don’t have to let you go just yet.” She cooed, “you took this better than most guys I’ve met.  Consider this the start of our first date.”  She squeezed her three breasts together.  “And besides, you want to know what else I’m capable of.”  She grinned, biting her lower lip.

She got up, and started walking our naked body out of the bedroom and into the hall.  I had no choice in the matter, the body was not responding to me.  But that was kind of okay, I trusted her, and she was right, I did want to see what would happen today.  Being helpless may not actually be so bad.

Stuck Part 3: Stuck in the Middle with You and You
by compound37

Beth and I kissed for some time.  It wasn’t like the epic masturbatory sessions we’d had earlier, and what I’m assuming happened last night.  As much as I’d joked about it, Beth and I did have a connection, or at least, we were interested in each other.  She kissed not with a passion that made me realize she’d not had a real intimate connection in some time.

A little while later, Beth and I got out of her bed, and actually hoped to start the day.  A joking promise to not break down into a self-pleasuring blitz was made, and we decided to make some long put off breakfast.  After all, we’d worked up an appetite, and we were eating for two now.  Beth’s kitchen was in the other direction from the bathroom, and as we exited her bedroom to get to her kitchen, I had my first glimpse at the rest of the apartment.  She had a long desk in the corner of a spare room, upon which a massive pile of books was stacked, along with what looked like a serious looking set of lab equipment.  I had no idea what any of it was, but it all looked like it meant business.  What had Beth done with it?  Was this how….?

“Oh man, looks like it’s not breakfast anymore.  Uh, what’s your definition for late brunch?  2 PM?”  Beth said, as we made our way into the kitchen.  “I hate having alarm clocks in my room, they’re just giant piles of anxiety in the morning, but, I guess I’m what you’d call a late riser, heehee”

The kitchen itself wasn’t anything spectacular, but what Beth was so shocked about, was that the clock read 1:46 PM, we’d been at it all morning.  It wasn’t a huge issue to her, or really to me, but it reminded me that if I don’t show up for a while, at some point my roommates would want an explanation.  It was a passing thought after all, I had way better things to focus on at the moment.  Beth had moved us to the fridge and taken out a carton of eggs and milk, and was working on beating them together in a shallow dish. 

“Omelette?”  I asked.

“Nah, French Toast is always my go to for post-blackout food.  I dunno, I’ve been doing it for, well, ages I guess.  At this point I could make it in my sleep, or with a cute guy stuck to my shoulder and his cock rubbing against these tights.”

As she was battering the slices of bread and heating up the pan, we talked about some of the other things she’d done with her morphing powers. 

“Well, I’m not gonna lie, most of the time when I’m at home and my roommate doesn’t have anyone over, I’m repping like at least 4 arms.  Cooking gets so much faster when you can just sprout more arms everywhere.  That, and it’s always fun to jack up the size of my boobs when I’m going out, I can’t help it sometimes, sometimes a girl actually loves having dozens of guys after her.  Not that I’m a slut or anything.  But I mean, the powers make it real easy to be a knockout.”

She piled the toast on a plate with some syrup, and moved us over to the table in the living room, and began cutting the toast up.  As she took a bite, I could feel the food enter our stomach, which was great, because until she started cooking I hadn’t noticed just how hungry I was.  Beth picked up another piece, and tried getting it into my mouth as well, but she couldn’t see my mouth very clearly, with her face being so close to mine.  I wound up with a syrupy smear across my cheek.

“Oh, to hell with this.” Beth said, as a new left arm grew into place.  I noticed immediately that I could feel with this one, and then I noticed that I had control over it!  It felt great to actually have an arm I could control again, even if it was a left one.  We devoured that French toast, after a couple intense orgasms this morning, and who knows how many last night, we were famished. 

After the two of us ate, we sat down on the couch, and Beth pulled her legs up to her three breasted chest.

“So, about this morning,” I asked, “you didn’t seem too surprised that there was a guy on your shoulder.  I’m guessing it’s happened before, right?  Why so nonchalant though?”

“Well, yeah you’re not the first to wake up stuck to me, but you’re definitely the first to not scream bloody murder.  I’ve tried to explain my powers to guys before, three of them.  Every time it winds up with them calling me some kind of freak and running out, never to talk to me again.  I’ve had some trouble with relationships since then.  I mean, it’s so hard to keep secret from people, I’ve just grown accustomed to it.  You’re the first to really understand it I think.  You don’t seem to mind.”

She was saying this with complete sincerity in her voice.  And she was right, I actually kind of liked being helpless to her power on this ‘date’ of hers.  Her powers were definitely interesting on a sexual level to me, I’d never considered a girl with multiple breasts or arms or even heads hot before, but this had definitely changed my mind on the whole situation.  Hell, I had even gotten comfortable being stuck to her.

Her and I kept talking, and we talked about school and we talked about our friends.  Really, I didn’t notice that a couple hours had gone by, it was getting to be late afternoon.  I’d gotten to know Beth so much faster than other girls over the last few years, and we shared lots of the same interests.  I kept getting that beautiful laugh of hers, which always gave me butterflies, which I’m sure she felt as well.  At that point, her and I weren’t talking so much as kissing again, her using her right arm to fondle our cock a little bit through the tights we were wearing. 

Breaking off for a quick second, Beth looked up at me with a smirk that said she was no longer interested in holding our ‘no blitz of self pleasure’ promise, and just as she was about to pull our pants down, the front door swung open. 

In walked in a thin, blonde girl with her hair tied back into a short ponytail, the kind that was so short that it didn’t bend down from gravity.  She was wearing the typical black uniform of a local coffee chain, and she groaned as she slumped her purse down and kicked off her shoes. 

“Beeeth,” She groaned, not facing us, “get off the couch, I need to lie there and watch the Bachelorette to death on it.  Remind me to never work the day after we go to a post-exam party like that”  She turned toward us, and took a quick step back.

“Woah, looks like you actually went through with it, good on you, girl!” She beamed.  “Who’s the stud?”

“I, uh, I’m Adam.”  I stammered out.

“Don’t worry about it, big guy, I’m used to seeing Beth in all kinds of weird shapes.  I’m Chelsea, her roommate.” 

Chelsea strode into the room, and looked at Beth and I on the couch, as I rapidly tried hiding our mounting erection from before under the large shirt with my available left hand.

She looked at Beth: “So, I’m not sure if you remember this, but last night, you were parading this guy around arm in arm saying that you ‘were basically attached at the hip.’ God you two make a racket last night.  I didn’t get any sleep either.  Especially since you both promised me a little something...Beth…”

Beth thought about about it for a second, but looked completely confused.  “Honestly Chels I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Remember like, a year and a half ago when you convinced Derek to try out the whole conjoinment thing?  How you two agreed it wasn’t cheating if he was in your body while we had a threesome?  Remember how that never happened because being stuck to you freaked him out?  Well last night you promised me that I’d ‘get that dick.’ Adam you were in on it too.”

“Uh, okay,” I said, “But we were both absolutely hammered, I don’t think that still counts.”

“Well, I think that vote is split.” Beth said, as she moved my hand away from trying to hide our dick, as I realized that it was getting hard under Beth’s arousal, not my own.  I could also feel our shared pussy getting wet.  “I’ve actually been aching to give this a try.  Adam, sweetie, come on.  You’ll  love it.  Just think about how much better this will be than the shower.  And besides, it’s not cheating, we’re cooperatively using the dick.  It’s more like a threesome, actually, I’d call it that before I’d say it was cock-theft.”

Chelsea smiled with about the kinkiest smile I could ever think of, and daintily held Beth’s hand as we stood up off the couch.  At this point our pants did nothing to hide the massive anticipatory erection we had, as the blood ran to my head.

As we made our way back to Beth’s room, we passed the spare room with all the lab equipment again.  Snapping out of it for a sec, I asked Beth: “So, is this how you get the morph to work?”

“My lab equipment?  No, I’m a chemistry major, not a mad scientist.  This,” as she tugged her middle breast, “is straight up magic.”

We entered Beth’s room, and didn’t even bother to close the door as Chelsea grabbed us by the shoulders and spun us around and tossed our smaller frame onto the bed.  Pulling down our pants, she grabbed our straining cock and started to give the two of us a blowjob.  She bobbed her head up and down, and moved her hand toward the underside of our testicles. As she had us good and hard, she took her head back and started kissing the tip, while sliding her two fingers into our sopping pussy.  It was overwhelming.  Beth moaned as she arched her back, as I tried getting my hand in there to start fondling our tits.  As Chelsea was licking the underside of our cock, she started to loosen the button on her tight black work jeans, and started rubbing her own clit as well.  The sounds of her and Beth moaning were driving me wild.  Of course, a threesome was one of those things most guys had fantasized about, but almost none actually happened upon them like this, ESPECIALLY like how this was happening.

Just as we were edging on to an orgasm, Chelsea pulled her hand out of our pussy and gave a quick nibble on the tip of our dick.  She had completely removed her pants at this point, and mounted up on us, sliding her pussy down over our aching cock.  She rode us cowgirl, with her arms up in her hair and pulling her work shirt off, revealing her small but perky tits.  She also pulled the stomach part of our shirt, pulling the loose material over our our tits and heads.  Squealing, she descended on the middle breast, sucking it until the nipple could cut ice.  She still wore that deranged kinky smirk, while we were gasping under the sexual force of the slim and tight body Chelsea had.

Beth’s breath quickened, and I could feel her starting to build into orgasm.  But, instead of letting herself go, a wash of warmth came over us, as another right arm, to compliment the one that she gave me, rocketed out of our side, far faster than I’d seen her grow one before.  She pulled all four arms up to Chelsea, and tossed her sideways so that we were now on top.  Pulling out quickly, Beth ran over to her dresser, pulling open the top drawer.  Inside, under her collection of panties, was her vibrator.  Wasting no time, she turned it on and rammed it up our pussy, and grabbed our throbbing, straining cock. 

She looked over at me and gasped: “Sorry about taking your arm there, you, *gasp* you do the honours.” as she pointed over at Chelsea, rubbing herself furiously on the bed.

It was as if a weight was lifted off our body.  I could tell I had control of our legs, and hands!  I walked our body over to Chelsea, and wasted no time.  There was absolutely no pretense, no tenderness, I just rutted her.  The overwhelming feeling of finally being in control of a body, THIS body, with its gorgeous curves and its multiple breasts and the sopping pussy being obliterated by the vibrator being held in by my lower right hand.  And I was pounding the ever loving shit out of this squealing girl in front of me, while the pounding was causing the squealing of the girl next to me.  Both their voices were pushing me over the edge, and immediately after Chelsea had triggered her orgasm, I pulled out and finished the job on her chest, then collapsed from the vibrator’s efforts on numbing my thighs as my pussy reached a thunderous, shuddering orgasm.  Beth and I writhed on her floor senselessly for what seemed like entire minutes in pure orgasmic bliss.

Chelsea looked down on us from the bed, and got that smirk again: “Aww, you two looked like you had so much fun down there by yourselves.  I wish I could get in on the fun…”  The smirk deepened.

Beth looked over at me, then looked back at Chelsea: “Oh, well if you say so.” As I felt control of our body be pulled away, Beth rose from the floor, legs still shaky, and pressed Chelsea down with a hand on each of her limbs.

The vibration and warmth started again.  Deeper this time, and our body felt actually, positively, hot.  Our whole core shook, and my vision started to blur.  I could see Chelsea start to lose definition, as Beth lied our body next to hers, and I noticed a deep pulling sensation.

As our bodies lied side by side, I noticed that my part of the torso was almost stretching off of Beth’s, but into Chelsea’s.  I could feel Chelsea’s body meld into my torso, as I felt her arm melt into my side, then her ribs, then it feeling like two bubbles that float into each other.  Suddenly a ‘pop’ feeling in my gut, as Chelsea was added to us.  The vibration slowed down.

I looked down at our body.  If I was impressed from earlier, I was blown away this time.  We had effectively three torsos, with three separate bellies and belly buttons and groins, but our whole body had four legs, and four D cup breasts, so that each torso had two.  To my right was Beth still, and Chelsea had been added to the left.  Beth and Chelsea each had two sets of arms, unfortunately leaving me with none.  Between their legs they each had their original vaginas, and my cock stood proudly in our middle hips.  I couldn’t help but notice that all of our legs were copies of Beth’s, and our torsos were copies of Chelsea’s tight and lean frame.  Underneath, I could feel the massive expanse of four ass cheeks, of what I assumed were copies of Beth’s supple behind.  We took up almost the entire width of the bed, we were so wide.

Beth giggled for a bit, and looked over at us: “So?  Kinda like a slumber party.”

Chelsea used one hand to caress her left tit, and one had started traveling between her thighs. “Yeah, the kinky kind only Adam would think of when he’s alone.  What did they do in those again?”

Beth pulled her head up, and looked over at us, “Something like this I’d think.” As she grabbed my dick and pulled my head over with her other hand behind mine. 

And we broke the “No blitz of self-pleasuring” promise.  Actually, broke is a poor term.  Ravaged, destroyed; that sounds more like what happened next.  The feeling from three sets of genitals being stimulated was incredible.  Midway through, I found I had control of our lower arms, and I used them to rub off both Beth and Chelsea, while they used their hands on my cock.  Both were squirming and shouting beside me, and it was too much.  I came in their hands, shooting up onto my stomach.  A sudden, intense vibration happened, and I felt like I was flung upwards.  In seconds, I realized I was back in my own body, while Beth and Chelsea were sharing a body on the bed.  They still had four breasts and arms, but their breasts were in a two by two formation, and they were down to two legs, with both their pussies in between.  They had a hand in each, pure ecstasy in their faces. 

“Well, I guess you finally get to fuck me properly.  I’m still not done here.” Beth panted, spreading her legs out wider.

I wasted no time, all the pent up sexual energy from this afternoon was still carrying me.  This girl was awesome, and all we’d done was jerk off.  Now I’d finally get to show her how I felt.  And as I looked down to grab my dick to guide it in, I noticed that I had not one, but TWO dicks. I still only had one pair of balls, but they were bigger than before.  Beth cocked her eyebrow knowingly, moments before I plowed into both pussies and thrusted for everything I had.  And after already cumming three times tonight, I was able to keep up the thrusting for a while longer, since my cocks were almost numb from the effort.  I pulled out momentarily, and guided them to doggystyle on the edge of the bed.  Beth and Chelsea were still screaming in pure bliss as I pumped away, transfixed by Beth’s porcelain white ass bouncing against my hips, jiggling ever so slightly with each thrust.  Her back was slick with sweat, and bent so deliciously as her ass was presented in the air, and her four D-cup breasts were smashed into the mattress and grinding away against each other.  Both buried their faces in the pillows, as their body shuddered and shook itself into orgasm, and I pulled out, and finished on their back, blowing a huge load out of my giant balls.

We all collapsed, sweaty and completely spent from the effort.  Beth’s body had a violent shake, and Chelsea was also kicked out of her body, leaving the three of us as we normally were.  Beth rolled over, her original body restored, and even though I’d seen it in all its glory, and even more glory, she was beautiful to me.  Being 6 inches shorter than I usually am didn’t really prepare me for this body that almost looked delicate because of the pale colour, but solid from her wide hips and thick thighs.  Her raven hair was messed up in every direction, loose strands of ringlets over her big, dark eyes, and a smile crossed her face.  Not like Chelsea’s kinky smirk, but a genuine smile like before in the bathroom.

And she laughed.

Stuck Part 5
by compound37

It had been several hours since I left Adam in the room with the box, and I hadn’t heard from him since.  I was getting worried, the only other person that we knew of that had opened it was me, and I told him that we didn’t know what else it would do.  But, he was determined, and when I saw that blue flash under the door and heard a whoosh sound, I knew he’d pulled the trigger. 

Once I heard the whoosh, I sat down on the couch with Chelsea and waited.  She had a look of almost consternation on her face, she was definitely sharing my anxiety about letting Adam use the box.  Between the two of us, she was the emotional rock, especially a year and a half ago when I first accidentally got my, now our, powers.  But this was different, she didn’t know Adam, she probably considered him an outsider still, she didn’t want to have to be the rock again, I could tell.  The silence between us was unbearable, the whole apartment was stifling.  Neither of us wanted to see what had happened yet, it had only been about 10 minutes.  It was killing me, luckily she broke the tension.

“I sure hope you know what you’re doing here, Beth.  I mean, what happened to you was an accident and we got through it, but what if something goes wrong with Adam?  We’re responsible.”  She said.

“I know, it’s just, he really wanted to.  He said it himself that he’d do it if it meant being closer to me, how could I deny him that?”

“Beth, you sure you two aren’t rushing into this?  I mean, good for you for finding a guy who understands and all, but this is way too fast.  You’ve only known him a couple days and now you’re letting him run headlong into something you’ve struggled with for over a year because he’s the first one you’ve found that digs that you can change yourself at will.”

She had a point.  It was awfully fast.  Adam and I had obviously a long time to chat since our first ‘date’ where I kept his head (and dick) on my body, and we’d shared a lot of ourselves since then.  But it had only been a few days, and he and I had had sex at least four or five times since we met.  Was this just a fling?  Was Adam only interested in me because I presented to him an exotic and unique body?  Was I just infatuated with the idea of a guy who actually wants me?  It was overwhelming, my head was spinning with the realization.  I started to choke up a little, I could feel a couple tears welling up in my eyes.

“Oh Beth, I’m sorry.”   Chelsea said, her hard expression melting at the sight of mine.  She pulled me in towards her, and I rested my head on her shoulder.  “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say that you’d made a mistake, I’m just trying to look out for my bestie.  I don’t want you to get hurt again, I just want you to be happy.  We just have to look at the big picture here, I don’t want you to get wrapped up in him only to have him leave you, leaving you worse than you started.”

“It’s always about my power, isn’t it?” I sighed “I wish we never found out about it.”

Chelsea tugged me tighter “Oh stop it, you.  We’ve been through this how many times?  You know it’s best to accept it as who you are now, even if you have to keep it secret sometimes.  If you can’t get rid of it, may as well just use it.  And besides, you’re doing way better now, I saw you running out into the park looking like some kind of centaur earlier today having the time of your life.”

I was shocked as the reality of Chelsea seeing me in humantaur form hit me.  Does that mean...that others saw me too?  Chelsea laughed as my body stiffened under her arm, “don’t worry about it, you guys were across the street, I don’t think anyone saw you for more than a second anyway, you really can haul ass with more than two legs.”

I laughed, and like that the tension was gone.  Chelsea always knew what to say to make me feel better.  We talked some more, and eventually she went to bed, it was getting late and she had to work again tomorrow morning.  We agreed that we’d let Adam let us know when he’s coming out, since we knew nothing of what will happen to him, so I was on the couch for the night.

That didn’t stop me from not being able to sleep though.  The prior apprehension of letting Adam go through with these changes were sneaking back, and I was tossing and turning on the couch, unable to get a minute of rest.  I got fed up, and padded over to our little spare room to maybe do some of my dissertation work.  THe spare room had long been my “mini-lab” for my graduate experiments.  It was in no way as good as the university’s biochemical lab, but that’s where my old supervisor was, the guy who’d tried cultivating stem cells for shady military and black market use.  I couldn’t confront him after I quit, so I just had to deal with my crappy little setup here.

I sat down on my little lab stool and flicked on the desk light and the equipment.  My computer powered on, showing me the last page of notes I had typed before going out and meeting Adam for the first time.  I began doing a bit of editing, while mentally willing a couple new arms into existence under my current ones.  As I could feel them poking out of my sides, I pulled my top off to let them flow freely.  Keeping them in my peripheral vision, I moved my left one to a small capped beaker filled with a clear fluid, and used the right one to open a cupboard in my desk and retrieved a small pipette.  While typing away, I brought the two in front of me and began to extract some of the solution from the beaker.  It was a chemical I’d been working on as a kind of ‘background’ solution for the microfluidic chip I was trying to make.  It was going, supposedly, to emulate the nerve endings of an amputee patient, so that prosthetic makers could try new methods to interface the machine to the human nerves without painful rejection.

The irony of working on amputee prosthetics with two new arms I grew myself magically was not lost on me.

As I was working on the chip, naturally focussing all four arms to it, I had one of those little body realizations.  Like the kind where you suddenly notice that you have more freckles, or when you notice an old scar has healed away without you noticing it.  Except, with my body it was a little different, of course.  I noticed just how easy and natural it was now to have extra limbs and the ability to use them however I saw fit.  Working the solution into a microfluidic port was always a pain with two hands, I wouldn’t want to go back to that.  It’s amazing how used to something you get after a while.  Chelsea was right, my power is definitely a part of who I am now.  Hell, not even six months ago I was scared to death about anyone finding out about my powers, and today, I went outside as a humantaur!  Even if Chelsea mentioned that Adam may see it as some sort of kink (not that I don’t LOVE how great shapechanging sex is), to me it was something that really defined me and proved to me that I could overcome some really messed up stuff.  But that’s what I let Adam get himself into, and how rough the next little while could be for him while he gets his powers in check.  From what I’d learned from him though, he’d pull through it, just like I did.  And then, oh man, I was getting hot just thinking about what we’d be able to do to ourselves.

I only had limited power in changing others, as I found out.  I could change myself all I wanted, new forms were harder, but once I figured one out, it was like riding a bike to get back to it.  Changing people didn’t work the same way though.  Since I’d become more comfortable with myself, I’d learned just how much I got off on being in a different form while having sex.  But, it wasn’t often at all that I’d been able to change my partner.  Adam was the first guy in a long time, and the most I could do for him was give him two cocks that night he, Chelsea and I had the threesome (I still say it wasn’t a threesome, since there were only ever two bodies participating at one time at the most).  I flushed with excitement over what he’d be able to do, this was going to be so great for him, and me.

I’d lost all interest in my work and as I snapped to I noticed that I’d added another set of arms, and they were subconsciously fingering myself under my pants.  I pulled my hands out, and they were wet to the touch from my own arousal. 

“Hmm, maybe I should wait until I get Adam” I thought, my pussy protesting.  I knew I wanted it, but, it was like Christmas morning, before you were allowed to go check under the tree.  I just sat in my mini-lab, trying not to rub myself as I thought of Adam with multiple arms, legs, dicks, even me joined up with him in his body.  I finally snapped to, that was it, Christmas morning was here, the presents are under the tree.  I stood up and walked to my room.

There was no noise behind the door, nor was there light from under it.  I knocked.

“Adam?”  No answer.

I opened the door slowly, the room completely dark.  Whatever was in the box was gone now, maybe we’d used the last of its magic or whatever.  The shaft of light from the hallway behind me illuminated a path on the floor, and I saw Adam’s torso,, lying on his back on the floor, passed out.  His face looked normal, still the short light brown hair and straight slender nose I remembered, but it looked like he had no arms, just rounded shoulders.  Curious, I stepped into the room.

“Adam?  Hey, wake up, you’ve been cooking for too long.”  I said, shaking him by the shoulders.

“Hhrrm?  Wha..What?”  He said, scrunching his eyes and grimacing at the light from the hallway.  He tried to move an arm to his face, to no avail.  He must not have realized that he had no arms yet.  I reached down with my lower arms, and tried lifting him off the ground.  Christ he was heavy, so I flared out some muscles in my arms and back to lift him up to my chest to drag him out.  I gripped around his torso with the four lowest arms, and pulled the door open wider with my upper set as I walked backward.  His body was, soft, under my grip, like play-doh.  Maybe he wasn’t quite formed yet?  As I dragged him out, what sounded like legs dragged on the carpet behind him, but as I pulled him out to the hallway, I just about stopped.  They weren’t legs, they were almost like leg-sized dicks.  He must have had some kind of sexy dream when he was out.  My pussy was aching at the sight.  There was no way I’d fit one of those monsters in there, but just the sight of a majorly transformed Adam made me want to pounce on him.  But not until he was really awake yet.  Changing my mind, after seeing the legs, I turned us around and pulled him back into my room, shut the door and turned on the light.  After placing him on my bed, he started to wake up.  He might even be a harder sleeper than I am.

“Hey there sleepyhead,”  I said, probably grinning ear to ear.  “Feel any different?”

“Yeah,” he groaned, “I feel like I got hit by a truck.  What happened, how long was I asleep for?”  He said.

“Probably about seven or eight hours, buuuuutt, do you notice anything, ahem, odd?”  He was still pretty out of it, I was just trying to get him to look at his body.

“What do you mean odd?  I feel like...like…” his head fell back against the pillow, starting to doze off again.  Enough of this; I grabbed his right ‘leg’  and started massaging the smooth head with all six arms.  He immediately stirred.

“Hey, what do you...OH” he said, shocked, as he looked down towards me giving him a hextuple handjob with what had been his leg.  He tried moving his shoulders again, to no avail, as he looked side to side at his new form.

“Well?”  I asked, waving all six arms around like some kind of wizard casting a spell “Are you ready to enter the realm of the shapeshifters? “

He smiled back, “Oh fuck yes.  Just after we figure out what to do with me here.  I can’t really move.”

Visions of orgasms danced through my head.  “Oh I think I know what to do with you there, you won’t need to move for a while.”  As I plunged my head down on his original cock, which had somehow only grown an inch or two.  As I started sucking him off, I pulled my pants down and moved myself up onto the bed, moving my pussy to his face. 

“Admission to the shapechanger club right here.”  I said as I wiggled my ass in his face.  He wasted no time bringing his head up and getting to work on my pussy as I went back down on his cock in a 69.  I used my lowest hands to fondle his original balls, as I moved my right hands to his right ‘leg’ and my left hands to his left ‘leg.’ 

I could feel his entire lower body stiffen as I worked the shafts.  His tongue was moving up and down my lips, teasing my clit as he went.  He would rub little circles on it as he went, teasing me ever further.  This guy knew his way around a pussy with his tongue.  I had his original cock good and hard, while his others were still filling up with blood and getting harder.  I grabbed both and pulled them over my shoulders, pointing the tips back at him and started caressing the bottoms of each.  A nasty thought hit me, and as I pulled myself off of his dick, I focussed on my own tongue.  I felt it lengthen and enlarge, eventually getting about two feet in front of me and taking up almost my entire mouth, then I split it into three, so I could lick up and down all of his dicks at the same time.  He gasped, his back arching, almost ready.  I pulled my pussy out of his face, and turned around and mounted his middle cock while still stroking his cock-legs with my upper arms and tongues.  I rode him up and down until he came, his whole body tight as about half of his body mass started to convulse as it shot sperm all over my floor.  He kept splooging out of his legs for what felt like ages, as his middle cock was still rock hard, and the bucking of his own body sent me over the edge into my own orgasm. 

I collapsed next to him on the bed, as I felt his cock go soft inside of me.  My tongues still hung out of my mouth, on his left shoulder.  He finished gasping for breath after he finally finished his huge orgasm, and leaned over and nibbled on of my tongues resting on his shoulder.  I pulled my head up and feigned trying to move them into his own mouth, only to pull them together in time for a passionate kiss.

Here he was, my new, shapeshifting boyfriend.  I finally had someone that could could understand me on a deeper level, and love me for who I am.  I felt a weird sense of pride at letting Adam do this, like I’d been the one who led him down this new path.

We had been embraced for a while, and when I finally pulled my face away from his, I felt a pair, no, two pairs of hands on my back in a deep hug.  I sat up on his lap and saw that he had indeed grown himself two new arms, that he looked down at incredulously.

“How, how did I do this?” He asked, as he moved his lower arms around.

“I guess it’s subliminal for now, it still happens to me from time to time.”  I said.

“This is kinda weird to take in all at once, can you show me how to pull them in?”

Kinda dismayed at him wanting to get back to normal, I explained how our changes work.

“Ok, so, what you do is, well, there’s a kind of heat in your stomach, that you move out to your arms, or whatever you want to change.  Do you feel it?”

“Yeah, well, I can feel a little heat in me.”

“Ok, now, try and move it to your arms.  They’re going to get very hot.  The trick I found was to embrace the heat, not fight it; it won’t work if you fight it.”  I demonstrated on myself, pulling my four extra arms into my sides.

His mouth pursed in concentration as he stretched his second pair of arms wide, and his fingers started to twitch a little bit.

“Ok, it looks like your hands are shaking.  That’s kind of normal.  There should be some slight shaking as you focus on pulling them into you.”

After a few moments, his arms began to shrink back into his torso, and eventually no evidence was left of him having grown a new pair.  His face relaxed.

“Ok, and the dicksf?  How do I change those back?”

I glanced over, his massive cocks that were his legs were easily his best feature right now.  “Why on earth would you want to do that?”  I asked.

“Well, I figure that being able to change back is probably the most important morph I can do, like how using the brake is the first thing you do when learning to drive.”

Made sense, even if I wasn’t super enthused at him squandering his powers for now.  “Fine.  You just kind of, do the same thing.  Except instead of retracting them, just remember how your original legs felt.  If you don’t get it right, your memory might try and correct it, but you might get it wrong the first time and have weird legs.

I hopped off his lap, and stood by the bed. He looked down at his cocklegs and started focussing again.  I could see his legs start to get erect, it must have been the heat.  Before I knew it, they were shaking violently, way more violently than the usual slight vibrations that signaled other transformations.

I didn’t like the look of it, I think he was fighting whatever changes he was doing to himself internally.  “I think you’re trying a little too hard there, Adam.  You don’t want to overdo-”

His face was pure sexual effort as his dicks, all three of them, were fully erect and dripping precum at the unnatural shaking.  He was clearly enjoying doing this to himself.  Typical.  After a few minutes, his cocks all unloaded again, all over my floor.  A smaller load this time, but after the sizeable one from before I would probably have to get some kind of carpet cleaner in to get the stains out.  A few moments later, his cocklegs slimmed down, their heads flattening out and changing into his feet, while his knee and calves gained more definition.  After a few moments, he was back to normal old Adam.  And half passed out from the effort.  The changes must have taken a toll on him, I remembered the same thing happening to me, having to sleep for hours at a time from all the changes that I unconsciously did to myself.

“How’d I do?” He asked, voice heavy from sleep.

“Actually, you did great.  Way better than I did.  Could be your amazing teacher.”  I said, my voice betraying my pride in him.

“Well, I do have an amazing teacher, but a way better girlfriend.” He said back, standing up and kissing me.

God he’s smooth sometimes.

Standing up must have been a huge effort for him, because as he grabbed onto me, he fell backward onto the bed, falling asleep instantly.  I wasn’t long after, having stayed up all night myself.  And it felt fantastic to fall asleep next to him.  His body was just big enough that I was the perfect fit for the little spoon.  I soon drifted off, unaware of what would happen later.

Stuck Part 7: Adam
by compound37

Considering all that had happened in the last few days, nothing could prepare me for the situation in front of me.  Beth had lead me on, trying to make me use my untrained powers on her when I couldn’t even use them on myself, and in the heat of it all, I transformed her roommate.  No, transformed isn’t a good word for it.  Dismembered, as in the most literal sense.  I accidentally bumped into Chelsea and all of a sudden her arms and legs are gone, leaving her crashing to the floor.  What do you do when you come face to face with what your powers can do without you in control of them?  The only thing my mind could think to do was to run away from it.

So I did, I booked it out of Beth’s apartment, running down the hallway as I could hear Chelsea trying to figure out what had happened.  I burst out of the building and made for the parkway that acted as a greenbelt between where Beth lived and where I lived.  As I ran out of breath, I slowed down on the same path that Beth and I were on about this time a day before.  Everything seemed great then, she and I were cuddled up next to each other over by the pond, her in her humantaur body dressed in all manner of clothing, wrapped around me.  She was talking about her life before she could morph, and how it changed when she opened the box.  Her life was turned upside down after that, and what carried her through was accepting her powers as part of who she was.  I’d let her convince me that I could take this up myself, especially since I thought I wanted to be with her, that it wouldn’t change us.  That was probably naive.  Since I’d gained the same powers, I think it just fulfilled Beth’s wishes of having someone else that can morph like her.  She’d been happy, but was I just being used?  Especially since Beth wasn’t helping me try and maintain my normal body, which probably should have been Step One of Living with Transformation Power. 

Eventually, I made my way through the park, and to my own neighbourhood.  Given that my powers could spread to anyone.  I needed to keep a distance from people.  But I couldn’t go hermit, I didn’t know any backwoods survivalist skills, I’m a city boy.  My home just felt like a natural place to return to.  I would be putting my roommates, Ed and his girlfriend Felicia, at risk, but it seemed like my powers only work themselves up if I’m stressed or excited.  I didn’t want to hurt them, but they’d probably be the first people to understand, I hoped.  Ed and I had been friends since childhood, and we talked about everything.

It was getting dark when I got home, Ed and Felicia were in the kitchen cleaning up the remains of their dinner.  At least Felicia was, Ed was still eating.  Ed was a large man, well over six feet tall and built like a refrigerator.  Felicia on the other hand, was a slim black girl with sharp features and a curly mass of hair pulled back by a blue hair band.  Both immediately stopped what they were doing when they heard me come through the door.

“Adam?  Holy crap you returned from the dead!” Felicia said, spinning around to meet me.  “We didn’t hear anything from you for weeks!”

“Days.” Ed said, still eating his pasta.  “It’s only been three days.”

“Still, how on earth did you manage to disappear for so long?  Did the semester-ender-bender leave you stranded the next county over?  Did you get abducted by aliens?  What happened?  At least tell me it’s a good story.”  Felicia said.

I leaned up against the counter, and took a deep breath, readying myself for how I was going to explain what had happened in the last few days.

“Well, I woke up not knowing where I was, that’s for sure.”  I said.

“I’ll bet, Ed told me you two were off the chain, you were gone by the time I picked him up.  We looked around for you but you must have left with that short pale girl with the black hair.”  Felicia said.

“Yeah, her.  Her name’s Beth.  I woke up in her bed, no idea where I was.  That’s where I’ve been for the last few days.”

“Huh, I never figured you for the weekend fling kinda guy, Adam.  I know your relationships never last that long, but a three day stand isn’t really your typical style.”  Felicia said.

“It’s not.”  Ed added.

“Well either way, I probably would have still been there if it weren’t for some, uh, extreme circumstances.”

Felicia’s eyes narrowed, “define, extreme.”

No turning back now.  “Well, lemme start at the start.  The reason that I didn’t leave at first, was that I physically could not get out of the bed.  Not that she was some strange kinkster and tied me there, well she’s definitely into some weird stuff, we’ll get to that in a bit, I guess.  But I was actually, physically attached to her body.”

“Uh, what do you mean, attached?”  Felicia said.

“Like, my head was on her shoulders.  We had a shared body.  Like conjoined twins.”  I admitted.

“You’ve gotta be shitting me.  Adam, be serious.”  Felicia said.

“He is being serious.”  Ed interjected.

“Exactly, It’s not something I can explain so easily.  But hear me out, and you have to promise that this doesn’t leave this kitchen.”  I gave them each a strong look, making it clear that things were about to get weird.  “I freaked out at first, but, actually, it wasn’t all that bad.  It turns out that Beth has magic body manipulation powers, and apparently we got drunk and...merged.  The next couple days I spent at her place, and we, well, had fun with it.”

“Adam, why don’t you just say you spent the last three days having a bit of a fling?  That’d be way easier to explain away.  None of this ‘magic’ stuff.”  Felicia said, crossing her arms.

“No, I’m serious!  She can change her body, and others as well.  I wouldn’t believe it if I hadn’t been part of it.  Of course, most of what she was into it for was the sex, but she actually kind of loved her powers, they were handy in the little ways.  Haven’t you always thought you could use a helping hand with something?  Pow, there it is.”

“So that’s the kinky part she was talking about?  I didn’t think you go in for that stuff.”

“Well, it grew on me, to be quite honest.  Also probably because Beth is a pretty great girl.  She’s brilliant actually, she doesn’t really let anything get her down.” 

“Well, good for you, I guess.”  Ed said.  “You gonna keep seeing her?  You were gone for a few days without picking up the phone, she made an impression on you.”

“Well, that’s the thing.  Beth is actually…”  My mind halted for a bit.  I was going to say a great person, but considering what I had just been through, her manipulating me, I wasn’t so sure.  I’d actually just said that she was a pretty great girl even.  Where had that slipped out from?  How was I going to tell Ed and Felicia about the manipulation, and especially how I shared the same powers as Beth now?  I was feeling anxious.  I moved my hands behind me on the counter, and I noticed that I had already subconsciously added a second thumb to my left hand.  I had to concentrate, lest I accidentally change Ed or Felicia.  This was my life now, I guessed.  May as well show them.

“Well, lemme show you first.”  I said, as I showed them my hand with the two thumbs.  Ed squinted at them, incredulous.  “No way.”

“So, you have the same powers now?  What?  This is going a little fast for me, Adam.”  Felicia said.

“I do now, actually.  That’s the thing.  Beth was telling me what life was like after she got her powers from a magic box, and how she was going through a big shakeup in her work and love life as well, and how learning to control her body like this made her a more whole person.  That, and I felt like I had a deep attachment to her.  So I did it and used the box to get the same power.  Only problem now is that once I did that, Beth wasn’t much of a help teaching me how to keep myself in one piece.  She was begging me to morph her and myself as much as she could, and I kinda came to realize that she may have done it all so that I could fulfill that fantasy for her.  I don’t think she had a whole lot of intention to listen to me and my problems.”

“Maybe give it time, learning magic isn’t exactly like learning how to drive stick, y’know.”  Ed said.

“I know I know, but I don’t actually have that kind of time!  These powers let you change other people as well, and apparently I got more of that than Beth did.  I can’t really control it.  I really shouldn’t even be around people right now I think, if I run the risk of using my powers by accident.  I could look like a freak or worse.” 

“Well, she did tell you that things were going to be hard.  You’re just going through that now.  It was kind of shitty of her if she was using you, you were in  a weak state there as you put it.  She really shouldn’t have done that.” Felica mused.

“Right!  What she did was wrong, I wanted to be myself, but she kept luring me into deeper and deeper changes.  I had an entirely new lower body, I looked like a centaur!  I didn’t want to change her, but I kind of got caught up in the heat of it and she used the fact that I can’t help it to change her into something weirder than I was.  She had like ten tits even.”

Felicia blushed at the description: “We get it Adam, she should have listened.”

Ed looked down at his empty plate: “But, maybe you have a little bit of blame for yourself, bud.  You’re complaining about not being in full control yet, and about not being able to help it.  But you knew that signing up for it.  Beth told you.  What if she was just glad that she wasn’t alone and not trying to manipulate you?  I’m just playing devil’s advocate.” 

“What do you mean?  I was there!  I’m the one who is stuck like this!  How would you feel if your body could betray you at any time given how you feel?” I could feel myself getting riled up, my chest starting to shake.  “And the girl you thought could have been it decides to take advantage of that?  I don’t even know what to do anymore.”

Felicia’s eyes widened:  “Uh, Adam, your shirt.  It’s...moving.”

I looked down, the telltale signs of elbows and forearms were moving around inside my shirt.  Suddenly I felt restricted.  Restricted because I couldn’t even get justifiably mad at my situation even without causing a change, and because the arms were taking up more and more of my shirt.  I took it off to show them the two new pairs that adorned my torso.  Ed’s eyes bulged, Felicia brought a hand to her mouth.

“OH MY GOD.  YOU WEREN’T LYING.”  She gasped.

“See?  This is what happens when I get upset!  How can you hide this?  I’m a freak!”  Suddenly I remembered Chelsea, and how I was upset and angry when I changed her, a lot like how I was feeling at that moment.  I had to leave, for their sake.  “I, I’ll be in my room.”  I said, leaving their incredulous faces behind.

*****

I flopped down on my bed, six arms splayed out in each direction.  I wallowed in my own self misery while listening to the muted conversation Felicia and Ed were having through the door.  I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but I assumed the worst.  Now that I was in the quiet dark of my room, the events of the day washed over me like a huge wave, and I fell into a short nap.

I dreamed a lot, most of it to do with Beth.  She was a lucid shape before me, a swirling of arms legs and mass, never holding a solid figure.  She was upset and laughing at the same time from two different heads, mocking me and pouting.  I couldn’t rest easily, tossing and turning in the bed. 

I awoke in the night to find that I’d tangled myself in my sheets.  Or rather, my arms had.  I extricated myself pretty easily, the extra arms were all as dextrous as my normal right hand.  Sitting up, I noticed that the additional thumb was gone, and I figured I was calm enough to try and remove them and revert back to my normal body.  Reaching into myself to activate the transformation energy within, I focussed it on my lowest pair, resolving to go one set at a time.  I could feel them buzzing, shrinking back into me, the tingling subsiding once they were fully removed.

“Whew, one down, one to go.”  I whispered to myself.  I summoned the energy again, focussing on the remaining extra pair.  This pair seemed harder to remove for some reason.  I struggled to maintain my concentration as they vibrated harder and harder, eventually reaching a powerful buzz.  Despite my best efforts, they weren’t retracting.  It was as if I was trying to pull a thick rope through a small hole.  My body was getting hot, the lower arms straining under the pressure, my teeth gritted as I felt like I was physically trying to pull myself together.  I tried harder and harder, eventually releasing once I ran out of breath, letting the heat wash over me as I released it.

I crossed over to a mirror hanging from the inside of my wardrobe, focussing on my power through my reflection.  Again, pulling and pulling had no effect, and as I released the energy, I felt it wash over my body.  I felt my abs cramp as I did so, eventually spreading down into me.  The  pants I fell asleep in grew uncomfortably tight, and removing them I realized that I had accidentally gave myself a second penis and pair of testicles while I was releasing the power.

“Shit!” I said, rather forcefully.  I surprised myself with how loud it was, and so did someone else apparently, as I heard a knock on my door.  Quickly realizing that my jeans weren’t going to fit, I grabbed a pair of sweats from the other side of the room, wincing as I felt my sacs brush against each other.  I opened the door to see Felicia standing there in a pair of short boxers and a tank top.  She looked concerned.

“You okay Adam?  I heard you yell while I was grabbing some water”

“Yeah, I’m fine.  I was trying to get rid of the arms, and this pair turned out to be pretty stubborn.”

She frowned, “I wish I could understand Adam.  It sucks that this is what you have to deal with for letting someone into your heart.  Look, I think we need to talk about these powers of yours.”  I cocked an eyebrow.  “I want to know more about them.  For all of our own safety.  We can’t have you hurting yourself, Adam.  Ed and I support you and we don’t judge you for what you did getting them, it’s beyond either of us, but he and I talked about it and we think it’d be best if we figured out what we could do to help you until you figure it all out.”

These were the times that I was so glad that I knew these two.  Ed, Felicia and I had known each other for years, they knew me for who I was.  But I didn’t know how they could help, not really.

“Thanks, Felicia.  I really appreciate it.  I don’t know what you guys could do now, but I’m sure we’ll think of something.  Hopefully I’ll be back to my normal self soon, albeit with magical powers under my control.”

Her frown inverted to a weak smile.  “That’s good.  But, maybe in the meantime could you clue me in as to what you can do?  Just so I’m aware in case I find you invisible or a giant alligator or something.”

“It’s nothing that crazy.  From what Beth could do, it looks like it’s just the ability to change your body by adding and removing normal body parts.  I can add arms or legs, or change them into something else, or add another torso, like I said before.  And I can use that power to merge with other people, even if they don’t have the same powers I do.  When they’re merged I can let them control parts of the body at will.  That pretty much covers it.  I don’t know what the limits are though.  We had three people sharing a body at one point, but I don’t think that was the end of it.”

“You also said something about, changing other people?”  She asked, lowering her voice.

“Yeeahhh…”  I said, skeptical of where this was going.  “I don’t even have as much control on that as I do on myself though.  It just kind of happens.  Believe me, that’s the biggest reason I’m scared of going out like this.”

“Wait, you can’t even control it at all?”

“No.”

“Then how come you don’t change people randomly when you see them?”

“Well, I think it has a higher chance of triggering when I’m either upset, or...horny.”  I could feel my ears turning red.

“Uh huh, sounds like you’re stuck in the plot of a bad porno story.”  She said.

“You have no idea.” I said.

“Which kind of makes things awkward because, well, that’s kind of one of the reasons I’m in here for, in case you couldn’t tell at this point.”  She said meekly.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.  You know I can’t control it.”

“Well, you're telling us about Beth and her ten tits got into Ed’s head and he kind of...brought it up in bed.  How cool it would be  I’m not gonna lie, it seems kind of wonderfully kinky.  Just once.”

“No way.  Not going to happen.”  I said.

“Well, maybe if I walked a little in your shoes, or in this case I think Beth’s, then maybe I’d have a better understanding of how to help you.  Just once, pleaasse?”  She pleaded, fluttering her long eyelashes over her dark eyes.  After mulling it over for a few seconds I caved.

“Ok, I’ll try.  Just once.  No promises, if you feel something out of whack, you’re stuck with it for a while.  Then you’re really walking in my shoes.”

She smiled, removing her top.  I’d never actually seen her breasts before, they were small, perky things, chocolate coloured with pointy dark nipples.  They puckered slightly as she pulled off her top.  They were pretty much as exactly as I’d figured they’d look, but seeing them for the first time was kind of a treat.  I could feel a stirring in my two dicks as I placed my hand on the middle of her chest, and my two lower ones down my pants.  She looked at me quizzically, and I just shrugged: “It helps.” 

I tried to keep my arousal at a minimum, thinking that would be the key for a small morph.  I summoned the transformative energy, and let it flow from me into Felicia’s chest.  Soon, I felt a slight bulge under my palm, swelling slowly across my hand.  Her eyes half lidded and she let out a deep breath, her chest growing hot.  I squeezed lightly on my dicks, bringing more of her breast out, now pushing my hand off her sternum.  I pinched my hand on the tip, leaving a hard black nipple in its wake.  Pulling my hand away and quickly pulling the other two out of my pants to try and alleviate any additional horniness that might sour the result.  I successfully released the power, ending the transformation. 

She looked down at her chest, feeling her new addition with her hands, cupping it and tweaking the nipple.  It was actually slightly larger than the other two, and it brushed up against them slightly, just enough for her to have two sets of cleavage.  “Oh my god, that was incredible.  I can see why you stuck around at Beth’s for three days.  Thanks Adam.  I’ll give this back in the morning.”  She slipped on her top and closed the door quickly, probably eager to give her new chest a test drive.

I stood there, dumbfounded that I actually pulled it off on the first try.  I half expected her to suddenly lose all her limbs like Chelsea, or suddenly sprout a pussy on her face, like Beth.  My guess that limiting my sexual arousal would give me more control must have been right!  Maybe I could pull this off long term.  I was proud of my accomplishment, not to mention that Felicia looked good with three breasts, like, really good.  Maybe all women just looked better with more, I thought as I felt the blood rushing to my two cocks, tenting themselves out in my sweatpants poking in separate directions. 

“Maybe I’ll keep you two for a bit.” I thought, as I crawled back onto the bed, shedding my pants.  My two dicks were begging for a release, and with four arms I was happy to oblige them.  As I pumped away at them, I was reminded of when I had two giant dicks for legs about this time last night, and how Beth was able to straddle and lick them while rubbing their massive undersides.  It was an incredible way to kick off my transformation.  Beth’s adorable ass and hips on my chest  while she sucked on my giant dicks was quite a sight.  I came from my left dick remembering that view, and the way she would use her hips to tease me about it.  As I came I felt a great shifting in my body, as if the warmth from the transformation energy cascaded through me.  My legs started to slide apart, with a space growing between my cocks.  I could feel the shifting and groaning of my pelvis as something began to slide around between the space between my dicks.  I was growing harder and harder as I felt something push out of that space, it looked to be another leg.  I felt the inflation and hardening of the bones and muscles coming into form, as my ass split into two, a third cheek making it’s appearance.  My hands were working overtime on my dicks, even the recently cum left one.  I now had two assholes, and could feel the lumps of two new dicks forming on my crotches.  I had one hand on each of my penises, and one each massaging the area the new ones were growing into.  By the time I’d finished my transformation, I was starting to cum with all four of my cocks.  It was mind shattering, I could feel the jizz pour down my hands as I felt myself go slack in the afterglow.  My body was weird again.  It felt strange, I wasn’t in control of myself when it happened, but I consciously didn’t want to stop it.  It was exactly like how I lost myself during my last moments with Beth when our bodies melded.  My mind wandered to her humantaur form, which was probably my favourite.  It was a close tie between that and when her, Chelsea and I shared a body.  But despite my feelings about the last time we’d had sex, as humantaurs, I did enjoy myself.  I had nearly complete control over her, every whim I had was transferred to her flesh. 

I found myself missing that.  Beth, despite what she had done, or what I think she had done, was at her core a kind and caring girl.  I missed that about her, and I royally screwed up by running out on her like that.  Leaving Chelsea, her best friend, limbless on the floor.  Beth couldn’t fix that, not like I could, apparently.  Whatever chances I’d had of going back to her died the second I decided to leave Chelsea like that.  I was guilty of being a bad, boyfriend?  We’d never made it official, but I felt guilty nonetheless.  I thought about scenarios that would lead us to meet again.  None of them were good.  I’d eventually have to confront the fact that I did something wrong, and own up to it.  Guilty as I was, eventually, the effort of four simultaneous ejaculations carried me off to sleep.

*****

I awoke the next morning to a knock on my door.  “Hey, Adam, can you open up?  I’ve gotta work this afternoon, can you get rid of this thing for me?”

Crap.  Gotta get rid of that for her.  As I went to sit up in bed, I remembered the three legs and four dicks I left myself with the night before.  There would be no way to hide those, I had to get rid of them.  “One moment!” I called back as I focussed on my middle leg.  I tried retracting it, but I found it had the same resistance as my arms from the previous night.  Same with my four dicks.  Crap.  Frantically struggling, I tried pulling on all of them at once, it felt as if I was dragging something heavy, until I felt something slip in my back.  Suddenly, I found myself rapidly moving away from my legs as my torso grew what looked like, another torso?  It started at the shoulders of my original, like it was stacked on top of it.  It was an identical copy, save for the fact that this upper torso which my head was on, had no arms.  The four arms were still on my lower torso, however.  Crap.

“Adam?  Is something wrong?  Remember what we talked about last night?  I’m here for you if need me, but this thing has to come off.”  She said, impatiently.

I couldn’t let her see me like this.  It was one thing to say that you were accepting of her help, but this was embarrassing.  Any confidence I had from last night had vanished.  And how could I manage to stay calm enough to remove the breast when I had four dicks?  I rose out of bed and fell across the room, blocking the door. 

“Adam?  Was that you?” She asked, concerned.

“Uh, yeah, Um, look.  I couldn’t sleep last night, I’m gonna sleep in for a bit.  It’s only, what? Eight in the morning?  You’ve got plenty of time.”

“If it’s about your body, we can just put it behind us.  Or, is this permanent?!” She demanded.

“No no it’s nothing like that.  I’m good at removals,” I lied.  Images of Chelsea flashed before me.  “Maybe way too good at them.  Gimme some time, please.”

She sighed.  “Fine.  You’re the boss of this, after all.”  Her steps receded. 

After getting myself to my bed, and trying without success to get myself back to normal for a couple hours, I heard a knock at the door.

“Adam?” I paled.  It was Beth, of all people.  I panicked, how did she even know where I lived?  This situation was practically straight out of my ‘worst case scenario’ of meeting her again.

“Adam, you’re not going to shirk yourself out of this one.  Beth’s here, and I know what you did.  Grow up.”  Felicia said.

“How does she even know where I live?”  I asked. 

“Your phone, dumbass.  You left it at her house.”  Felicia said.

“Tell her I don’t want to talk about it.”

Beth sounded impatient.  “Adam, I’ve heard enough.  I’m coming in.”

“Wait don’t! I’m-”

“I’ve already seen you in every form of naked you can imagine.”  she said, as she opened the door. 

She didn’t look surprised to see me like this, just unimpressed.  “That’s a different look for you.” She said flatly.

I felt deflated in her presence.  The guilt from last night welled up in me as I felt my torso shrink back.  “I’m not quite in total control here.  I get excited, I change.  The change makes me horny, I change some more.”

She crossed her arms.  “We need to talk.  About last night.  You just freaked out and ran.  You need to come back.”

That comment fuelled me with the same childish anger from last night.  “Beth, if you’re here to try and force me into your fantasies again, I’m not having any of it.  Do you know what it feels like to be like this?  My body is betraying me all the time, and it’s because you convinced me I wanted it based on some fantasy of yours to have more people like you.”

Her face hardened.  This was probably the first time I’d seen her angry.  “Adam, I’m not here for any of that.  You knew what you were getting yourself into, I told you what happened to me, and you did it anyway.  You’re just going through what I did a year and a half ago, and you need to own up to that.  Yes, it’s beyond strange, and I’ll be the first to admit that, but it comes with responsibility, on my part and yours.”

“You mean like not teaching me to change back like I asked?”

She sighed.  “Yes, and I apologize.  I’m so so sorry Adam.  I got ahead of myself there.  I hope you understand.  But I know you liked it.  Don’t lie.”

She was right, I did like it, memories of that day were the catalyst that got me in this state. 
“Yeah.  No lie there.  May as well not lie about Felicia either, I gave her a boob last night after I told her everything.”

“I know.  She asked me to remove it, because you can’t, apparently.”

“I can’t, really!”  I said, “I can change a lot of things, like with you, but controlling it is hard.  It took a ton of concentration to get hers to work, and I don't’ think I can fix it without taking everything else off while I’m at it.  Why can’t you do it?”

“Because I actually can’t.  Apparently I can’t change what you change on other people.  I can change me back because I already could, but not someone else.” 

My stomach dropped. “So that means Chelsea?”

“Is still stuck at my house.  And you need to fix her.  You need to own up, that’s the responsibility I mentioned.”

Crap.  If I could barely handle Felicia’s third boob, there was no way I could handle half of a Chelsea.  I owed it to her to try, but I couldn’t risk hurting her.  Besides, how would I even get there if I couldn’t even pull myself together?  I had to tell her.

“I can’t.  How can I fix others correctly if I can’t even change myself correctly?  I can’t be out there, I might hurt someone if I got a random stiffy or something!”

After a few moments, her face softened.  “Maybe I can help with that.  What if I helped you fix yourself, like I ignored earlier.  Would you fix Felicia then?  It’s a small job, as these things go.”

If I could manage the state I was in, I could probably manage Felicia.  “Okay.  It’s for the greater good, I suppose.”

“Okay, now take a deep breath in, and focus your energy on your leg.”

I leaned back on the bed, and concentrated on putting the power in my leg. 

“Now, I want you to focus on that thigh.”  She said.  I obeyed, and felt my thigh become softer as the tingling sensation centered there.  She lifted my leg and pushed it into me.  The feeling of pulling a big rope through a small hole vanished as if Beth was the one pushing it back in.  I felt the thigh slip back into me, as I shifted my focus to the rapidly shrinking knee and foot.  The changes to my pelvis began to shrink back as I felt my third asscheek rescind and my two anuses return to normal.  What was left were my four dicks and four arms.

“Good, okay now the cocks.  Just think of one of them, same with the balls.”

She gathered them all into her hands, her warmth coupled with the fact that she couldn’t get her hands all the way around my cocks was starting to turn me on.  She looked at me and I began to focus on them as they began to merge as they became erect.  Coupled together, they were enormous, easily a foot long and still too large for her to hold.  She smirked at me as precum started to leak out of it.  She started pushing down and I begrudgingly obliged her as it returned to its normal shape.  My balls had followed in its wake, reforming as well.

She smiled as she stood back up.  “That’s all there is to it!  No problem at all.”

I focussed on my arms, the resistance wasn’t there anymore as they retracted back into me.  “Well that was good, really good.  You sure you don’t want the monster dong?  We never did do monster dong.”  I said, smiling back at her.  She laughed like she did before, clear and not soulful.  It felt good to have her back.  Our reunion had gone way better than I expected. 

“Come on, I’ll get dressed and you get Felicia.” I said.

She returned with Felicia a few minutes later, Felicia was already topless, her three perky brown breasts in full glory.  “Just do what I did, and that should work, Adam.”  Beth said.

I closed my eyes as I reached out for her chest, cradling her inner breast in my hands.  I felt my power flow into her as her breast began to feel spongy and warm.  I felt it begin to diminish in my hands, her nipple already vanished.  I focussed on her while remembering the sight of her rack from last night, staying just horny enough to transform her.  Within moments it had vanished, her chest returning to normal. 

Beth motioned to me: “Come on, I think Chelsea’s netflix marathon is almost up.  That, or she’s out of pepsi.  You don’t want to deal with her when she’s out of either and stuck the way she is.”

“Stuck the way she is?” Felicia asked, apprehensively.

Beth turned away, “Uh, remember when I said I’m really good at removing things?” I said.

Felicia’s eyes narrowed: “Yeah…”

“I kind of removed her...limbs...by accident.” 

Her eyes went wide.  “Now you tell me.  And you left her like that?”

“She kind of got used to it, at least.” Beth said, shrugging.

“Still, Adam, you asshole!  No wonder Beth was worried sick to find you.  First you ditch her then you leave that out last night?  You’ve got a lot of apologizing to do if you wanna keep Beth here.”  She hugged beth, her topless body enveloping Beth’s face.  Pushing away thoughts of another threesome, I realized now that I had to correct my mistakes.

“Yeah, that’s where we’re going now.  I’ll drive.”  I said.

*****

Beth unlocked the door to her apartment, and sprawled out on the couch was Chelsea.  Apparently she had taken ‘couch potato’ quite literally, as she lay, glassy eyed, watching Seinfeld re-runs.  She was topless, but where her usual small B cups were, they were replaced by massive fleshy orbs.  Same with the remains of her shoulders and hips, they were enormous breasts!  That wasn’t how I left her, was it?

“You didn’t mention those!” I said.

“Yeah, that’s what happened when I tried to fix it.  I can’t get around it.  Whenever I try to undo what you did, something else happens.  I can remove what I did, but not what you did.  Beth replied.  She shook Chelsea and tilted her back on the couch to face us as if she were sitting on her gigantic hip-breasts.

“Just bury me.  I’m bored to death.” She said, eyes half-lidded with sleep.  “You can only watch so much Seinfeld in a day.”  She said, her eyes still half-lidded.

The guilt rose up again: “Hey Chels, sorry for what I did yesterday.” I said, rather meekly.

“Just so long as you fix this the first time.  Beth tried and now look at me.”

I nodded.  “You ready to get out of this?”

“Nah, just spoonfeed me another meal and I’m good.  No, seriously, give me my arms and legs back.”  She said.

“Hokay, one huge apology, coming right up.” I extended my hands toward her, holding onto her shoulder breasts.  I extended my power towards her, hearing her moan slightly as it swirled within the breasts in my hands.  It continued to swirl as her whole body began to shake, causing louder and louder moans from her.  It wasn’t working, her breasts stayed the same in my hands, but, there was something else happening.  A particularly sharp gasp from her made me realize what was happening, and as I released control it was too late, as she orgasmed all over the couch.

“That was kinda unexpected.” I said, setting her back upright. 

Beth tried again, as she set Chelsea back upright.  Chelsea’s body continued to rock back and forth as her eyes rolled back into her head.  Soft moans again escaped her, but grew muffled as her lips began to shrink and extend into her nose, eventually reforming into a vagina as she snapped back to attention.  She was shooting laserbeams of hatred from her eyes, clearly unimpressed with me, muffling curses through her labia.

“Didn’t you already try that?” I asked Beth, remembering what she’d already told me.  “If she doesn’t change back when either of us try, is she going to be stuck like that?  It’s like there’s both of our power mingling in there.”

Beth paused with her hand to her chin, deep in thought behind her dark brown eyes.  She muttered something about “Both of us mingling in there,” when she suddenly stopped and looked intently at me.  Without any explanation, she said “come on” and pulled me into her room.  A second pair of arms shot out from just above her hips as she pulled down her pants, and she practically ripped my shirt off my head.

“Any idea what you’re up to?  Is now really the time?” I asked, as she removed my pants.  I probably wouldn’t say no in any other case, but there was the issue of the limbless, breast covered, double pussied roommate in the living room.

“Both of our powers mingling in there.  You said it, you’re a genius.” Beth said, pulling me over to her naked body.  “I bet, that if we do it at the same time, we’ll just block each other’s effects, but, if we were to try and change her, *together*...”

I didn’t really understand, magic was still new to me, but I was willing to roll with her idea if it was for Chelsea’s own sake.  “I get what you’re saying.  You think that if we try to change her while sharing the same body, we’ll have the same ‘mingling’ and it'll actually work?”

“That’s the idea.” She said, as fell onto the bed, pulling me with her.  Her body started to heat up, and I felt it in mine as well.  My body was growing soft as I sank into hers, slowly rotating so we faced the same direction.  My legs and torso were vanishing, as my head took its place at her left shoulder.  It was the same form we had when I woke up in this room hungover what seemed like years ago.  It felt very right.  Any animosity I held for her vanished, as I realized that she didn’t care anymore, she just wanted what was best for everyone.  She was the one who reached out to me, despite what I’d done to her, and was really the better person.  Maybe I could learn from her, in more ways than one.

“So does this mean we’re good?” I asked, as our bodies merged.

*****

Beth was in control of our legs as she walked us out of her room and over to Chelsea.  Beth for some reason still had my cock, and my arms hung from our sides.  I couldn’t help but remember the threesome from before, and neither could Beth, apparently, as our cock grew hard as we approached.  “ I think we have a way of making it work...” Beth said,

“If we both try to change you at the same time, sharing the same body, the mingling of our magic inside of you should respond.” I finished.

Beth held Chelsea’s original breasts in her hands, and I reached for the shoulders.  Again, the gigantic breasts reminded me of the humantaur session, potentially barreling me into dangerous territory as far as my powers go, but Beth’s seemed to temper mine somewhat.  Chelsea eyed the dick in her face, and to Beth’s shock, I invited her to use it.  Chelsea practically devoured it, using our arms as support while she impaled her facial vagina on our shaft, bobbing up and down and back and forth in a way that most women’s crotches couldn’t move.  I felt her shoulder breasts begin to harden as the extended outward, becoming biceps in my hands.  They continued to extend outward, her nipples inflating and stretching and becoming hands.  She released herself from my grip and wrapped her arms around our thin waist, still mouth-fucking us as she reached a hand to her original pussy, as she finally rubbed herself to completion, she pulled her face off our dick to let her mouth change back, her legs already back to normal. 

“Oh my god that is so much better.”  She smiled as she stretched out, touching her toes and taking a few limber steps.  “Finally back to normal.  That was some good thinking, Beth.  You gonna change yourself back?  Or are we keeping this one around now that it looks like you two made up?”

Beth kissed me, I knew what that meant.  “Nah, I think I’m stuck with her now.” I lost control of my arms as Beth used them to wrap us in a double-hug, as she smiled and giggled.  It was going to be a good summer break.