Brighton

From Metabods

by eightpack

Contents 1 Part 1 2 Part 2 3 Part 3 4 Part 4 5 Part 5 6 Part 6 7 Part 7

Part 1

Brighton woke up face down, writhing. His gigantic cock was pulsing, throbbing against the beige satin sheets of his king sized bed. Its pulsing head was thrusting against his hard, smooth body. He moaned and opened his eyes, the sight of his own perfect, naked body greeting him. He grinned and sat up on his knees, reaching for his massive cock with both hands. He milked it up and down, thrusting his hips into the air, then back down. His bulbous, firm ass cheeks raising up, then pressing down against his bare heels. Every muscle defined and cut on his beautiful body. Sweat glistened on his brown shoulders; the beads shimmering in contrast with his golden skin. Brighton’s chest muscles bobbed, flopped as he slammed himself up and down. He looked up and smiled at himself in the mirror. Brighton was a king narcissist; he had a mirror installed in his room that was the width and height of the entire wall. He loved watching himself in full detail, larger than life. And sometimes, he got very large.

He smiled at himself, his 19 year old image grinning back. Then, he allowed his enormous penis to inflate. Just a little with every thrust. A little thicker, a little longer. Pleasure building on itself. Soon, his large hands were unable to encompass the new girth. His cock grew to chest level, then beyond. He groaned again, then bent forward burying his head in the soft pillow in front of him.

His cock continued to grow. It pressed against his face now, kissing his cheek. Brighton could feel the heat of it burning against him. More thought Brighton. He raised himself into the push-up position and stared into the mirror at his massive, now two foot long boner throbbing between his legs and beyond. He allowed it to double. He gasped as the organ swelled and divided. Two identical cocks separated from one. The heads and shafts still touching, heat radiating from them both. He grinned and touched the base, running his fingers over one thick shaft and then the other. The sight was jaw dropping. A naked, young man with thick, corded, defined muscles sporting not one, but two mega-boners pushing out from his groin. He laughed, relishing the sight of himself. His abs tightened and crunched. Deep grooves separated the tanned muscles. Brighton leaned backward, stretching his stomach, willing two more ripples to develop above his outie belly button. Oh hell... thought Brighton, and he added another set. He leaned forward and let his eyes travel over his lean, transformed stomach. His torso was longer now with the extra abs, making him taller. Brighton flexed his abs again, groaning as he witnessed his ten-pack. He began running his hands over the muscles, enjoying the rock-like hardness of his belly. His identical monster cocks throbbed against each other and twitched, causing him double pleasure.

Brighton slid off the bed and stood. He turned sideways, appraising his profile. His long, bare torso gleamed with bulging muscles. His double cocks smacked against each other, the identical heads raising up, just off of his knees. They began oozing precum. Long strands bubbled out of the tips and pooled on the floor. Don’t want to waste that, thought Brighton. He grabbed his right cock and began smearing the nectar all over the gargantuan shaft with both hands. He reached for his left cock and repeated the actions. Brighton moaned as he felt the sex sensation coursing through his incredible, augmented body. He turned away from the mirror and looked over his shoulders. He pressed his huge poles between his legs and further. The undersides of his throbbing, glistening shafts were slick with wetness. Brighton licked his lips at the inviting sight. He turned and bent at the waist. He peered between his legs, a cock pulsing against either side of his face. His torso was so long that his face was near his own kneecaps. Brighton glanced into the mirror. He could see his own perfectly formed ass. Smooth and firm, he ran his hands over it. Brighton spread his cheeks apart and fingered his own winking hole. He turned his head and kissed his left shaft, then right. He shivered at the sensation. Brighton stood up and walked toward the glass patio door attached to his room. He stepped outside, smiling as the warm, tropical sun drenched his incredible body. He sat in his plush, velvet chair and reclined. His cocks bobbed against his knees, strands of precum connecting the identical heads as they pulsed against each other. Waves of bliss cascaded over his transformed body. He looked down, taking in the sight that was giving him so much pleasure; two long, hard, thick shafts rubbed against one another, giant heads pushing together. He crossed his legs near his feet, smashing his giant shafts against one another even more. The friction from the oversexed organs causing him shocks of ecstasy.

Hmmm, thought Brighton. Suddenly, his balls began to swell, larger and larger. Brighton spread his legs a bit further, giving them room to grow. His testicles grew to the size of oranges, and then he willed them to double. Brighton gripped the arm rests of the chair and threw his head back as pleasure racked him. He looked down grabbed a lubricated cock in each hand. He pulled them toward himself, resting them on his pecs so that he could see his new addition. What he saw was exactly what he envisioned in his mind: a gigantic set of balls for each gigantic cock. He giggled, feeling his abs ripple against his cockshafts. Brighton hefted his ballsacks in each hand, the testicles overflowing his large palms. He pulled on them, teasing them lower, and lower still, until they drooped against the soft, velvet chair.

Brighton raised his legs and rested his feet against the railing of his patio. His cocks flopped off his chest to his sides, bobbing in open air, giving him a perfect view of his 10 abs rippling into an incredible display of defined muscle. He could feel his balls roiling against his bare ass. He reached up and began caressing his own meaty pecs. His nipples were large, round nubs, perking on the sides of his ponderous chest muscles. Brighton used his palms to push his pectorals up, then let go, allowing the muscle to flop firmly back into place. He teased his nipples, causing electric shocks to course through his body. Brighton was in love with himself.

He gripped his cocks at their bases and lifted them up. The heads dragged against his smooth torso, smearing his chest and abs with delicious precum. Brighton paused the motion, and ran his fingers up the undersides of his thick dicks, causing him to shiver again. He grasped each cock just under the head and began rubbing his piss slits against his pricked nipples. He closed his eyes and moan. Brighton then made his hands into two tunnels and slid them down the immense shafts back to the base, causing him mind-blowing pleasure. He lifted them up, pressing them against his hard quad muscles and began stroking, slowly.

This is heaven, thought Brighton as he closed his eyes. But I think I could use some company.

At that moment, Brighton willed his head to divide. The process happened slowly, allowing him to enjoy the feeling of triplication. A new head budded out from his original on each side. Brighton could hear their thoughts as the heads formed next to his:

God this is hot...

Uhhh, I can feel all of our muscles...

Ohhh geezus, our cocks! You got a little greedy this time, Brighton!

Keep rubbing them man!

Ohhh, I love our pecs. God, so full and thick... (Brighton could feel his chest flexing up and down)

Finally, they all thought together... Awwww fuck!

They opened their eyes. Anyone passing by would have flipped at the sight, either in utter fear or in insanely erotic arousal. Brighton was the latter.

This was all he wanted and more. He could feel his identical heads licking and sucking his neck and cheeks. He turned to his left and began making out with an identical, sandy brown haired image. He turned to the right and was greeted by the same sight.

Brighton released the kiss and looked at his cocks, which were pressed together, heads drooling just above his knees. His three heads were pressed together, cheek to cheek. They took identical breaths, their chest heaving and twitching up and down. Brighton’s stomach was pushing up and down, rippling over and over again into 10 deep, hard muscles. His hands were still stroking, traveling all the way up the long, long length. At the top he paused, and ran his thumbs over the identical, huge heads. He heard his voice groaning in stereo on either side of him.

He brought the huge poles down, guiding each towards a waiting mouth. His other two heads took the cocks in as he continued to stroke the immense shafts. He glanced down his flexing 10-pack, past his outie bellybutton, past his roiling ballsacks that were dragging against the soft cushion on his chair as he lightly humped himself into his other two mouths.

Looking out past the patio to the sand below, Brighton noticed a boy, not more than 15 years old. His hair was shaggy and dirty blond. He was deeply tanned and shirtless. Brighton could tell that he was thin and fit. It looked like he was walking out towards the beach, but turned when he heard the animalistic moans and groans coming from Brighton’s patio.

The boy was frozen in his tracks, feet still facing towards the beach, but torso turned and head staring up to meet him. Brighton noted the boy’s chiseled features. The lithe muscles corded beneath the skin of his back, the outlines of a horseshoe for his triceps, the defined muscles of his stomach, and his smooth, smooth, tanned skin. He was, in a word—beautiful.

Brighton caught his eye for only a second. This sent the boy into motion, as he turned and began running towards the beach, jogging towards a group in the distance, almost like he tried to ignore the sight he had just witnessed. But Brighton new better... and he was hooked. There’s my next, he thought as he mentally memorized the boy’s image.

He could feel his double boners begin to tingle. He knew he was on final approach. Brighton thought he would get in on the action as well. Quickly, he willed a third gigantic cock to appear from his groin. He felt it snake out, between the original two, harden, and then bob in front of his face. Brighton leaned slightly forward and took it into his mouth. Now all three of his faces were filled with cock. His lust boiled over as he tongued all of his shafts with three identical heads. He fell into triple orgasm. His heads moaning and crying out in identical voices. Cum gushed into his waiting mouths and three identical throats eagerly began drinking the fountain. Brighton released his cockheads, which were still erupting, and began bucking his hips, thrusting his cum into the air. Thick globs sprayed into the air, landing on his rippling body, running over the channels of his flexed muscles.

After quite some time, orgasm subsided, leaving him a heaving, flexing, monster of musculature perfection. Brighton stood and stretched to the sky, his muscles dripping with cum, glistening, and rippling. He ran his hands down over his pecs and long, hard torso to his trio of throbbing cocks. Slowly, he milked the last drips of cum from the massive organs. He felt the calm bliss that accompanied an orgasm, but his hunger and lust was insatiable. He needed more. His mind traveled quickly to the boy that had just witnessed his solo sex session.

Brighton grinned and began his next transformation. He reached up and pressed his heads together. Slowly, they merged together until Brighton was left with one head upon his wide, muscular shoulders. Then he did the same for his massive cocks. He moaned as he felt them combine, merging back into the original. Brighton was back to “normal”.

He stepped back inside and stared in the mirror. God, he loved his body. Not only because he looked amazing—with wide, strong pecs, a rippling 10-pack, and a cock that could make a mule jealous, but because of its... well... adaptability.

He grinned as his body shrank. He recalled the image of the 15-year old and his body quickly met his need. His stomach remained tight, but returned to a defined sixpack and his chest flattened, taking on the look of developing, youthful muscles. His whole body remained tanned, but darkened just a little. His hair grew slightly more shaggy, more blond. His eyes changed from blue to green and dimples adorned his grinning cheeks. He willed a swimsuit onto himself... just slightly different than what he had seen the boy wear... it was bright yellow, with navy-blue stripes. With a sigh, he shortened up his cock, just a bit, so that the limp head didn’t poke out the bottom of his trunks.

“Time to go test the waters” Brighton said in a scratchy, pubescent voice. He giggled and bounded out the door.

Part 2

Brighton’s lithe body bounded down the stairs and out into the sun-drenched boardwalk. The sun kissed his smooth, brown skin, the warmth radiating all over his shirtless body. He looked down over his arms, chest and abs. His tan skin was nearly glowing with youth, appearing even darker due to his bright yellow swimsuit. His large hands wandered briefly over his firm muscles, cupping his biceps, fingers traveling over his large, defined abs. Brighton smiled. Good choice, he thought.

Brighton strode barefoot down the walk to the beach. The fine, white sand was soft and pliable. He made a b-line for the calm, emerald blue water. The muscles of his wiry body twisted and rippled as he took up a slow jog, splashing into the water. Brighton hopped over three small waves, then dove under, enjoying the refreshing current as it tickled his youthful body. He stood up and flipped the water out of his eyes, thinking about how he would make his next conquest.

Quickly, he hatched a plan. He waded out into the warm ocean water until the it lapped up against his upper stomach. He glanced down and flexed his abs, watching his thin stomach ripple into a large sixpack. His new abs were each nearly the size of his fist, filling up the space of his long, lean belly. The water made bare stomach glisten, showing off the incredible definition of his taut muscles. He closed his eyes and savored the steady rhythm of the current gently pushing against his 15 year old body.

He could feel his large, soft cock stiffening as he enjoyed the moment. He reached down and gave it a slight tug through his suit, relishing the pleasure emanating from the thick head and shaft. He looked down at his belly again. Brighton was always amazed at the bodies of teens this age. They were beginning to pack on muscle, but they remained impossibly thin. This boy had almost zero body fat--just hard, lithe muscles everywhere. It was strangely erotic for him. Brighton gripped his own bare waist with his large hands and realized that if he squeezed, his thumbs and index fingers could actually touch!

Looking out across the water, Brighton scanned for people that might be near enough to witness the strange phenomenon that was about to occur. When he felt that the coast was clear, Brighton ducked lower in the water, so just his head remained above the surface. He slid off his suit and stepped on it. He enjoyed the feeling of the water flowing freely over his large, pendulum of a cock. Then he willed his whole self to double.

His naked body began splitting in two. He did it slowly, enjoying the erotic pleasure that seemed to pour out of every cell during a transformation. His second body pulled away from the original, almost like it was stepping out of the first. Brighton raised his lithe arms outward, so that they were horizontal to his body and just above the water line. The V made where his shoulder muscles met his biceps and triceps looked as if it had been cut from marble. Slowly, he brought his arms forward. His arms seemed to thicken, almost like they were doubling in muscle, but then a second pair of arms pulled backward, splitting away from the original. The new arms gripped the triceps of his original arms and began pushing backward. He could feel his thoughts doubling again as a new head and shoulders pushed out from the original. The new set of hands caressed up his shoulders and continued pushing against his upper back. His torso divided below the water. His new body’s large identical abs pulled away from his back. Brighton stopped his division for a moment, wrapping his new arms around the original body in front.

Brighton’s new head leaned forward and began nuzzling his bare back, kissing his tanned, smooth shoulder blades. Their four hands were slowly massaging the stomach of the body in front. Their fingers were drifting over the slippery, firm skin, and entwining with one another. He heard, “I love these abs… Flex them, I want to feel how deep the grooves are.” Brighton complied, crunching his abs tightly, feeling them ripple and contract together. Two identical moans escaped the joined boys’ lips. Brighton was in sexual bliss. He could feel his original body being touched and kneaded, but he also vividly felt the sensations of his new body caressing the firm mounds of ab muscle.

Brighton pressed his upper bodies together, feeling the hard muscles of his second torso and chest pushing into his back. Their lower bodies were still joined, sharing one set of legs, one ass, one large pulsing cock. Brighton used his original body’s hands to massage their leg muscles and naked ass. His new body’s hands were drifting lower, gripping the shaft of his monster cock, which was floating in the water freely in front of them. I better focus, or I’ll be here all day, thought Brighton and he continued his duplication.

His second body pushed back and away, pulling a new right leg and foot from the original, planting itself in the murky sand behind. Brighton could feel the wet, soft sand squishing between the toes of his new foot. His bodies were still shared a left leg and part of their ass, but a second cock pulled out as well, flopping against Brighton’s new right leg. The teens groaned as the new appendage freed itself in the open water. It was hard as steel, pushing upwards from Brighton’s second groin, actually breaking the surface of the water. He grasped it and gave it a couple of quick strokes, groaning in pleasure. He giggled and smacked it against his original body’s bare, wiry back.

It’s time, thought Brighton. Their left leg was the only thing joining their two identical bodies. His new body’s hands grasped the original body’s sides and pushed again, freeing its left leg, separating himself completely. When Brighton’s new left foot had planted itself into the soft, murky sand, he turned and faced himself.

The two Brightons gasped as they took in the view. “God you’re sexy” they said to each other in unison, and then began laughing, their stomach muscles knotting into identical, rippling sixpacks. He stared through two eyes at himself, and the image was beautiful. Glistening, tanned skin, taut, firm muscles. Tussled brown-blond hair catching the slow breeze, piercing blue-grey eyes, full, supple lips… Their naked hips and pubic bones came into view as the waves lapped against them and receded. It took everything for Brighton not to reach for himself again and fuck his own ass like a jackhammer.

I can’t keep both bodies like this, or we’ll draw a ton of attention before we even get to the kid, thought Brighton. He willed his new body to change… Instantly, it lost a bit of definition, his stomach expanded and became slightly chubby, leaving only a hint of the amazing abs hidden underneath. Love handles pushed out at the sides. His skin lightened and was replaced with a slight farmer’s tan. Brighton lowered his second body’s cheekbones, turned his eyes to a deep brown, and turned his hair to an almond color. For good measure, the second teen’s hair shortened to a tightly trimmed crew cut. By now, Brighton’s second body didn’t even resemble the first…except for its humungous cock.

He reached down, locating his swimsuit and pulled it up his narrow hips, loosely tying the drawstring against his tight abs. He looked up and willed a red cargo-style swim suit on his new body. Brighton appraised both of his bodies one more time. His second body wasn’t really that bad looking at all. He might also be a cute fuck… but was a little less perfect, a little less jaw-dropping. Just normal enough for them both to fly under the radar until the time was right.

“Ok, let’s go” he said.

The plan was simple. Brighton would lounge on the beach with his other self until he saw the teen go off on his own. Then, they would make contact. From there it would be as easy as pie. Brighton waded out of the surf and began walking down the beach in search for the teen. It didn’t take long. After about 5 minutes, he spotted the group playing catch out in the water. There were five boys in all, and they were deep out, playing on a sandbar. But Brighton spotted the boy right away. His tan skin was gleaming in the late morning sun. His muscles rippling and twisting as he leapt and dove for the ball… no one else in the group was even close. Brighton giggled in anticipation, his hands idly wandering over his own identical muscles. He and his other body sat down in the warm sand and waited.

After some time, the group began to separate. Two of the boys waded back to shore and began walking down the beach away from Brighton. The other three (including the boy Brighton doubled) continued to play catch, but the teens were clearly losing interest. A few minutes later came the moment that Brighton was waiting for… His boy began wading in…

As he drew closer, Brighton flipped onto his back and buried his face into his arms. His other body sat upright, keeping tabs on the teen’s movement. He was headed for the bathrooms. Brighton turned his head and smiled at himself. His other body got up and padded over to the restroom. Brighton could feel the butterflies welling up in his stomach… he had done this so many times before, but something about this one was different. He spotted the teen’s smooth, bare back and tusled blond hair. His back muscles twitched with slight movements to the left and right. Brighton grinned. This boy was beautiful no matter what he did. Cautiously, he approached, taking the spot next to him. Ok, here goes nothin’, he thought. He reached for the drawstring of his suit and simultaneously stepped on the teen’s bare foot. Touching him for the first time was electric… seriously… Brighton could actually feel a jolt course through him. The other teen jumped back, turning toward Brighton and said, “Dude! Watch it.”

“Oh, sorry man… didn’t mean to.” Brighton looked up and pretended to peer more closely. “Brighton? What the hell man, how’d you get in here so fast? I thought you were still laying down!”

The other teen gave him the typical confused look. “What are you talking about? I’m not Brighton…My name is Luke.”

“Shut up. Stop messing around man. Seriously, how’d you do it?”

Luke was starting to look annoyed. “Man, leave me alone.” He pulled up his suit and began tying the drawstring, staring down past his perfectly sculpted stomach.

“I’m not messing with you… Ok, sorry if you’re not my friend, but seriously, you look exactly like him. Like a spitting image. Would you come with me and see for yourself?”

Luke gave him a look that said, not on your life, but his curiosity must have gotten the best of him. His face softened. “Yeah, I guess. Your not messing with me, are you?”

“No… no way, man” Brighton replied. For good measure, he put on a dumbfounded look. “I just can’t believe how much you look like him!”

The teens left the bathroom together and made the short walk back to the beach. Brighton spotted his other body, tanned, smooth, still lying down and enjoying the sun. He said, “He’s right over there. See what I mean?”

As they neared, Brighton heard Luke mutter, “No eff-in way”. They walked right over and Brighton could tell that Luke was drinking in his first look at his own tanned body, glistening with just a bit of perspiration from the hot sun. Brighton nudged his other body with his bare foot. “Hey Brye, Brye, look at this!”

Brighton’s other body turned over, he felt the sand sticking to his chiseled, bare stomach as he pushed himself over. His defined triceps bulged and back muscles twisted as he looked up at the other two, then making direct eye contact with Luke for the first time. Luke’s eyes were bugging out of their sockets; his jaw hanging open at a loss for words.

Slowly, he knelt down, taking in the body of the teen lying in front of him, his eyes traveled up and down the length of Brighton’s shirtless body. Brighton was thoroughly enjoying the moment. He couldn’t even keep up his front of being “shocked.” He could see Luke’s face staring down at him in complete disbelief, at the boy’s abs crunching together as he knelt forward, his utterly perfect brown skin… But he was also observing through his other body, looking down at the two identical boys. He drank in Luke’s muscular bare back and his other body’s chiseled, sandy front.

With a trembling hand, Luke reached out. Gently, he grasped Brighton’s bare shoulder. He almost looked terrified. Brighton knew why. He had turned into other guys before, and most of the time, they’ve gone along with the illusion, some created story about being “separated at birth” or being “distant cousins” or something. But this was different. Logically, Luke had put two and two together. He realized that he had seen Brighton already… as a three headed, multi-cocked, muscle bound sex machine. Now, Luke realized for certain that it wasn’t a figment of his imagination. Brighton decided to break the illusion. He reached up and grasped the boy’s forearm with identical, large hands. He felt another erotic jolt surge through him again. Gripping him tightly, Brighton said, “It’s ok… really. Let’s go somewhere and talk.”

Part 3

Brighton hopped up and with the help of his other body, hefted Luke to his feet. They drifted over to a nearby pavilion that was set back on the beach. It was a bit isolated there, all of the people milling around were mostly near the water. Luke sat down, and Brighton’s less gorgeous body sat down opposite him. Brighton’s other body went to the spigot to wash the sand off himself. Luke watched the display with obvious interest. The water cascaded down over the other boy’s body, identical to his own, streaming through the channels of his rippling muscles. He watched the large hands sliding over the smooth skin, brushing away the sand. Brighton turned, letting the water wash over his muscular shoulders and back. He could feel two sets of eyes on him.

Brighton turned off the spigot and turned back to the two boys, his body dripping and shining in the sun. He grinned at Luke, “What are you lookin’ at?”

Luke paused, then smiled, “Me… I guess I just never realized how incredible my abs were… or how amazing I looked wet…”

Brighton stopped for a moment. He was a bit taken back by the blunt narcissistic comment, but quickly recovered. He laughed and said, “Yeah, check this out.” Brighton brought down his arms in a most muscular pose. The muscles of his torso rippled and contracted, a large vein popped out on each of his biceps, and you could actually see the muscle fibers under his smooth, brown skin. Luke’s eyes bugged out. “Be proud, you cocky bastard” said Brighton, slapping his bare abs, causing water to splash out around him. Then he padded over and sat down next to his other body, facing Luke, still dripping.

They sat in silence for quite some time. Luke stared down at his folded hands wearing a slight smirk on his face. Brighton observed him calmly. Occasionally, Luke glanced up and made eye contact with the blue-grey eyes of his double, then giggled and returned his gaze back to the table.

God damn, this boy is cute, thought Brighton. He admired the teen’s smooth, brown skin vacuumed tight around his lithe muscles. Every time Luke fiddled with his hands his biceps popped and bunched. Brighton gazed down at the other boy’s stomach, watching the slow rise and fall, in and out. It was hypnotic.

Finally, Luke met Brighton’s gaze and asked a question. “So, tell me what’s going on. You’re obviously the same thing that was up on the porch this morning. I mean… there aren’t too many guys with long lost twins walking around.”

Brighton giggled. “Nope, there’s not, but you’d be surprised at how quickly a guy would believe that with the proper… umm, well… motivation.”

Luke grinned slightly. This kid was smart, thought Brighton. He knows just what’s up.

“Did you like it?”

“What?”

The corners of Brighton’s mouth twisted into a smile. “That thing on the porch?”

Luke didn’t respond, but just grinned sheepishly looking down at his hands. His face reddened. This was probably the first time he’s ever admitted to any of his homosexual feelings.

Then he looked up, really taking stock of his double’s body for the first time. His eyes traced Brighton’s body, looking over his perfectly formed chest and stomach. Brighton clenched his abs as he watched Luke stare, his muscles bunching together as he sat, with only a few small ripples of skin beneath them. Brighton began running his hands over his own bare stomach, over each bulge, fingering his belly. He slapped the hard muscle.

Unconsciously, Luke flexed, rippling his bare belly into an identical of deep, wiry muscle. Brighton’s other body watched the two identical teens with a deep interest.

“So, what are you? How do you do this stuff?”

Brighton grinned. Luke was coming around. “I guess you’d call me a shape shifter. I’ve been like this for years… I can’t even remember all of the incredible bodies that I’ve shifted into.” Brighton leaned his head back and thought for a moment. “Thousands, I guess. I can be all kinds of things. Incredible things. I love changing into different guys… Everything looks hot to me. Rippling abs, humungous pecs, incredible definition. And cock. Oh man…” Brighton was beginning to glaze over a bit. He brought both his hands forward and clutched this throbbing pole through his yellow trunks. “I love huge cocks.”

Brighton gave Luke a wry smile, deciding to up the ante. Quickly, he released the drawstring and reached inside. He grabbed his monster member and pulled it up. The head slapped up against the bottom of his teenaged pecs, shaft bouncing against the tabletop.

Luke gasped, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing! Another guy, his exact copy was sitting in front of him waving a cock fit for a horse! Instantly, Luke was swooning, forgetting about the beach, his friends, the rest of the world… What a cock! And it was attached to a body just like his!

“Holy shit…” breathed Luke.

Brighton smirked and ever so slowly wrapped his hands around the thick shaft. He just held himself, feeling it throbbing against his hands. His eyes glazed over as he stared at his own member. His hands began sliding up and down the immense length.

“I know” breathed Brighton, the words coming from both of his bodies at once. His other body was pulling on his own red cargos, reaching for an identically huge monster. He let it flop up against the table, red and huge and hard. He pulled it towards him, hugging it against his bare stomach and chest, feeling the burning heat against his bare torso. Brighton shifted his bodies closer together. The teens pushed their towering cocks towards each other, their tips meeting, kissing. They took turns sliding one shaft over the other, gently smacking the other massive pole.

Luke stared in amazement as he watched the two teens pleasure their enormous equipment. “Can you suck it?”

“His or mine?” replied his grinning clone.

“Your own? I’ve always wanted to… I’ve tried a few times and I’m so close… Just the thought of it… The idea of having a cock that huge… Soooo hot.”

Brighton grinned, fulfilling one of Luke’s deepest fantasies. “I can do anything” he replied. Brighton made two or three double handed strokes near the head, growing his member another two inches in length. He released his knob, watching it bob slightly, the head thrusting a full 18 inches from his groin. He leaned back slightly and pushed up with his hips, causing his drooling monster to wave tantalizingly in front of his own face, right at the level of his mouth. Grasping the bottom of the shaft, he pulled the fist-sized head towards him and reached out with his tongue. He began tracing it lightly around the flaring edge, watching Luke’s reaction the entire time. He licked over the top of his own helmet, and slowly lapped off the beading precum oozing from the giant tip.

Luke was mesmerized by the display, watching is own body performing an effortless selfsuck. He absorbed the self-gratification taking place in front of him. Flawless body, humungous cock, completely lost in his own perfection. And he was nearly identical. “God” whispered Luke.

“Not quite… but close” replied Brighton’s other body.

“Who is he?” asked Luke. “Is he like you? Have you guys ever…”

Brighton grinned around his own huge cockhead. His other body began kissing his cockhead too, bringing Brighton another jolt of sexual pleasure. He released his cock, causing it to bob in the developing crease between his thin pecs.

“He is me. I doubled my body before meeting you. That’s how I usually do it with guys." Luke gawked, trying to wrap his mind around the idea.

Brighton smiled. “And yes, I have had sex with myself…” Brighton thought for a second. “Well, myselves… actually. But it’s way more fun when I can bring someone else along for the experience.”

Luke was overcome. “Prove it” he breathed.

“Gladly” replied Brighton. He turned lifting his right leg, straddling the bench. His other body straddled the bench as well so that they were facing each other. The two inched forward. Brighton leaned back to wrap his legs over the other boy. His abs shredded into a defined sixpack, cock flopping backward and forward and coming to rest against his bare shoulder. The two teens then reached for each other, embracing. Their giant cocks bobbing between them mashed together. Their lips locked as their hands roamed each other’s bare backs. Luke noticed that Brighton’s other body was quickly trimming up. The rolls on his chubby torso receded, the muscles of his back becoming more and more defined. His skin began to brown and his hair began to lighten. Even the boy’s swimsuit was changed to mirror Brighton’s other body. Reluctantly, the two released their embrace and turned back to Luke, but they stayed close together, their bare shoulders touching, their thighs rubbing against one another. Their two identical cocks bobbed angrily in front of them.

“No effing way… Another me…”

“You ever get hot for triplets?” grinned the Brighton on the right.

“Oh yeah, this feels much better” said the clone to Luke’s left. He leaned backward with his arms out wide, stretching his new body. “I was beginning to feel a bit jealous of you two with your bulging sixpacks and tanned bodies.” He lowered his hands running them down his bare, smooth chest and torso.

One of Brighton’s bodies got up off the bench, not bothering to put his giant cock back into his suit. It bobbed and swayed, brushing against the boy’s rippling stomach. He rounded the table, smiling the whole way and sat down next to Luke, straddling the bench. Brighton hopped up too, and sat down on Luke’s other side. Brighton could feel his cock thrusting way up out of his groin, pulsing, wanting to be touched.

Brighton scooted his bodies up to Luke, pressing their big bare feet, down on top of his. He began caressing up and down Luke’s smooth back with two identical hands, rubbing his rippling stomach with his other two. Brighton’s throbbing cocks were bobbing against Luke’s bare skin on either side. Luke was swooning, trying to take just exactly what was happening. He was pressing his hands on his thighs, rubbing them up and down, his lithe chest twitching and striating. His thick cock rock hard, trapped inside his swimsuit, pressing against the fabric, aching for release. Brighton was nuzzling his neck on both sides.

Brighton began kissing the boy’s bare arms, licking over his smooth muscles as Luke pressed and rubbed his own legs. Brighton leaned forward and flicked Luke’s nipple with his tongue on each side. Luke began moaning softly.

Brighton was so hot for the boy. Using one of his bodies, he wrapped his arms around Luke, pulling him against him, feeling their firm, tan flesh rub together. Brighton turned him so that Luke’s back was pressed against his chest. His monster cock caught between their two identical bodies. He leaned back, bringing Luke with him. Brighton’s hands were all over the boy’s bare upper body. He slapped and caressed and fingered Luke’s rippling stomach, then ran his hands deeper.

“I know what you want” whispered Brighton in Luke’s ear. The hands of his other body were all over Luke’s steel-hard pole trapped within his suit.

He quickly undid the teen’s drawstring. Brighton’s other body pulled, yanking the suit down, then off of Luke. Luke’s thick, 8 inch cock bobbed free, smacking wetly against his stomach. Brighton’s other body inched forward, running his tongue over Luke’s abs and chest, then whispered in Luke’s other ear.

“So, you’ve always wanted to suck your own cock? Well, I’d be happy to help.”

Brighton’s other body leaned back, his own massive pole firmly pressed against his own naked chest up to his nipples. Grinning, he leaned forward and took Luke’s cock into his mouth. Luke gasped, his chest and abs heaving and contracting. Brighton whispered in his ear, “Damn, you are pretty big down there. Nice and thick too.”

Luke watched in hazy lust as his twin serviced his throbbing pole. He could see the wiry back muscles twitching and relaxing as the teen bobbed up and down, his muscular arms stroking Luke’s bare legs, kneading his ass. Brighton looked down over Luke’s shoulders, past his pert nipples and bumpy, muscled stomach, watching his other body lapping and tonguing Luke’s thick shaft and bulbous knob. His other body looked up, enjoying the view of two identical faces staring down at him, one boy’s face flush and reddened in lust, the other peaking over his shoulder, gently kissing the bare skin, nearly moaning in anticipation.

It was too much. Luke began screaming, “I’m going to cum, Oh God, oh, ohh oohhh, I’m cumming!”

Brighton just grinned and whispered into his ear, “Go ahead, we’ll suck you dry. Anything for you, God you’re making me so fucking hot! And later, I’ll show you what we can really do!”

Luke was thrusting himself into his own mouth. His clone effortlessly accommodating his throbbing prick. He lost himself, breath caught in his chest, whimpering, crying out in ecstasy. Luke’s stomach contracted as he began releasing his load. Brighton looked over Luke’s shoulder, watching his abs crunch again as his other body began sucking down the monster load. He wrapped his arms around Luke, holding him tightly, overcome with love and lust.

Luke was beyond thought. The only thing that existed was this feeling. The rest of the world faded away. All that existed was him, and these two incredible copies, sandwiching him between their identical bodies.

The orgasm finally began to subside. Luke’s rigid, flexed body began to relax as Brighton held him. Luke relished the feeling of being wrapped up in his own long, muscular arms.

Brighton’s other body released Luke’s half-hard cock and smiling, leaned forward, resting his shaggy blond head against Luke’s bare stomach, feeling the muscles push outward, then recede. Luke’s breath slowly evened.

They laid there for some time, enjoying the feeling of their bodies. They touched and caressed each other. Luke, naked in the center, Brighton’s swimsuit-clad bodies surrounding him, their hard monster cocks pulsing against his warm skin.

Brighton whispered into Luke’s ear, “There’s more, you know… I can do so much more. Why don’t you come with me?” He other body pushed himself up, looking straight into Luke’s wide, blue-gray eyes, “I want you to know how amazing it feels to be like this. To double, to triple, to become anything… Will you come with me?”

Part 4

Luke wondered what Brighton meant by that comment. In the last 20 minutes, he felt like his entire life had been turned upside down. He lived in the real world. Shapeshifters with twenty inch cocks didn’t exist… and yet here he was, face to face to face with one. Luke gazed down his own rippling torso, his swollen, half-hard cock dripping against his left thigh. Between his legs, a boy grinned up at him with an identical smile as his own. His clone’s thick cock was pushing way up out of his suit, its head drooling precum and bobbing against the kid’s naked chest. Luke could feel another giant boner throbbing against his bare back. Brighton’s second body was busy kissing and licking his neck and shoulders. For whatever reason, Brighton seemed enamored with him. Luke didn’t know exactly why he had been selected, but the sexual possibilities were too incredible to ignore. He wanted more. Brighton’s powers awoke something inside of him… he wanted to see what was possible.

Throwing caution to the wind, Luke smiled wryly at the image before him and said, “Let’s go.” An identical smile crept over his twin’s face. Luke felt two hands on his bare back, pushing him into the sitting position. The other Brighton retrieved his suit. Turning back to him, he whistled, “God damn, Luke, that is one sexy stomach.”

Luke looked down at his bare belly and ran his hands over the hard muscle. For the first time, he was allowing himself to be turned on by his own body. His cock twitched and began hardening. “I love it when guys start to get into themselves” said the other Brighton. “It makes things so much more fun.”

Luke wriggled into his trunks, pushing his expanding boner between his legs. An obvious bulge pushed outwards, but Luke could care less. He was already imagining an afternoon of incredible sex. He watched in awe as Brighton willed his cock to shrink. After a short time, both of him were able to jam their oversized equipment back into their suits, making them just barely presentable for the short trek back to his flat.

After they had all been “contained”, Brighton winked and turned off on a jog down the beach. The other two quickly followed. The triplets collected stares from anyone who caught a glimpse of them as they bounded along. Their perfect bodies flexed and rippled in the noonday sun. None of it mattered, they were both in a fever to get back to Brighton’s place for some privacy… only then would the real fun begin.

The shirtless boys crashed into each other as they rounded the wooden sidewalk and pried open the door. Taking the stairs two at a time, they burst into Brighton’s room. Luke’s eyes traveled around the space, and smiled as he caught sight of the wall-length mirror. Luke giggled. “Dude, you should talk about me being into myself. At least I don’t have a twenty foot mirror in my room.” He walked up to it and began flexing casually, enjoying the site of his muscles as they bulged and corded.

When he turned back, he nearly had to catch his breath, Brighton’s bodies already naked, and the two were making out wildly, crushing themselves together. Their cocks were pressed against one another down, down between their identical creamy thighs, their crimson heads twitching by their knees. “Ohhhh my god….” Breathed Luke.

Brighton turned toward Luke and said, “I’m going to give you a little show Luke. So that you can see what I can really do. And if you like it… well, maybe I didn’t mention it, but these powers are transferrable.”

Luke’s jaw was on the floor. The idea that he might be able to do the same things he just witnessed? It was incomprehensible! Luke could feel himself growing flush as he watched the two boys that looked just like him begin kissing again. He staggered over to a large recliner, thumbed his suit and yanked it down. His hard cock flopped out, pressing tightly against his hard stomach. Naked, Luke sat, leaning himself back, kicking up his feet. He spread his legs, grasping his steel cock with his left hand, massaging his bare body with his right.

Brighton paused his show and one of him sauntered over, his huge cock bobbing way out in front. He raised a leg and placed it on Luke’s chair. “I think you could use some lube” he said, and gripped his monster cock with both hands. He bent the tip down pressing his own cockhead against Luke’s. Luke moaned. Slowly, Brighton milked his own shaft, pushing his hands down his thick shaft. Precum oozed from the huge head and began running down over Luke’s cock. Soon, it was slick and glistening. Brighton moved his cock upward, tracing Luke’s perfect stomach and chest with his massive prick. Thick, clear precum dripped over Luke’s abs and chest. Running through the channels of Luke’s crunched stomach. Luke groaned and began rubbing the liquid into his skin, making his body gleam, setting off all of his defined, fibrous muscles. “Thanks” he breathed.

“Don’t mention it” said Brighton as he strode back to himself, who was now directly in front of Luke’s recliner. The two pressed together again, but this time, both boys were facing Luke. The boy in the back wrapped his arms around the one in the front, massaging the other’s upper body. The Brighton in front ground his ass into the pelvis of the Brighton in back. The rear Brighton’s super long cock was pushing between the front boy’s legs, peeking out from underneath the massive balls, cockhead rubbing against the throbbing shaft of the boy in front.

“Mmmm… longer… longer” whispered the Brighton in back. His cock began stretching, pulsating larger along the underside of the other boy’s shaft. In a few seconds, both cockheads were pressed against one another, one on top of the other. The front Brighton gripped them both and slowly jacked the massive tubes of flesh. The Brighton in back was nuzzling the other’s neck, hands wandering over the other boy’s wiry torso, fingers examining the creases between the other’s ab muscles.

Then, the Brighton in back wrapped his arms around the Brighton in front and squeezed, hugging the boy in front. They pushed themselves closer, and closer… and closer, until Luke could clearly see that their bodies were actually beginning to meld. Brighton’s faces were awash in what could only be described as ecstasy. Luke could see their upper thighs and buttocks were now joined. Brighton turned sideways to give him a better view. The boys raised their right legs with their knees bent, left legs still firmly planted on the floor. Their right legs began to combine. Soon, the two boys had only one right leg. The Brightons placed their right foot back on the floor, moaning in lust. They turned. Luke watched as they repeated the actions with their left legs. He was mesmerized. The two were becoming one. They melded, the creamy perfect skin of their legs uniting. Brighton turned and faced the gawking Luke, one boy peeking over the other’s shoulder, two identical upper bodies fused onto one pair of legs. Their cocks were now side by side in the center of their shared groin. They still had two sets of testicles, which the boy in front was fondling beneath their two cocks. Slowly, carefully, he press them together and began merging them as well. Brighton fell to his knees, threw his heads back and cried out in pleasure. Their balls joined together, combining into one, and now swelling even larger. Each testicle was easily as large as an orange. Brighton had to spread his legs even further to accommodate his massive endowment. The boys were writhing, thrusting their hips up and down. Their shared ass bouncing against their heels. Brighton leaned back, the upper body of the front boy lying causally on top of the boy in the back. His rear torso’s arms supporting the weight of them both. His triceps flexed into horseshoe shaped muscles. Luke could see every muscle fiber in his shoulder straining underneath his thin skin. Brighton’s massive pricks swaying back and forth, bouncing against the soft carpet, his bare legs, and each other. The boy in front grinned wickedly at Luke and grabbed them, one in each hand, flipping them up against his muscular torso. He began running his hands over them both, up and down, back and forth over their enormous length. Luke could hear Brighton moaning. The boy in back collapsed, their joined body crashing to the floor, their bare upper bodies smacking together. Brighton was giggling now. All four hands were exploring the two hot, hard cocks and developing chest of the boy in front. Luke watched in awe as their identical bodies (his body!) writhed. After some time, the boys began mock-fighting. Hands pushing against each other, upper bodies wrestling together. Brighton was in lust as his four hands traveled all over the contours of his augmented body. They rolled around the floor, one boy on top, now the other, trying to pin each other’s chest to the carpet. It looked so hot… one set of legs, one ass, two wiry muscular upper bodies! Both of Brighton’s torsos were shining with sweat, his faces flushed. Luke was beyond lust as he watched the erotic sight, hearing the sound of skin smacking against skin. Finally, they rolled to a stop, the boy on the bottom grasping the wrists of the boy on top. The boy on top stopped struggling, his bunching abs relaxed as he fell back against his image beneath him. The other boy laughed. “Get off me!” he said, pushing on the other boy’s bare back until he was in the sitting position. Luke groaned at the strange, erotic sight. He could distinctly make out the rippling stomach and belly button of the boy below, but just below the naval, he was clearly joined to the sitting boy’s lower back. The sitting boy’s abs rippled and crunched into an amazing sixpack, his two thick cocks jutting upwards against his chest, cockheads grazing his nipples.

“I can’t, you idiot, we’re sharing the same body!” replied the other boy, and he slowly settled back against the bare chest and stomach of the boy underneath.

Brighton smiled a double smile at Luke, the faces of both of his heads pressed together cheek to cheek as they watched his reactions. Luke could barely touch his cock… he didn’t want to cum just yet, but he knew he couldn’t last. His cock was throbbing against his hard belly, his hands gripping the arm rests. He watched as Brighton’s heads stuck out their tongues and began licking each other. All of Brighton’s arms were spread wide, top boy’s pressed against the bottom boy’s. Their fingers intertwining. Their hard cocks jostling together against the top boy’s lithe abs. Luke’s gaze traveled lower to Brighton’s legs, which were spread out wide, giving Luke an amazing view of his new, gigantic ballsac, pushing out from underneath the root of his monster cocks.

Without touching himself, Luke was cumming. He slammed his eyes shut. Thick ropes sprayed from his impossibly aroused prick, painting his chin, heaving chest and rippling stomach. Luke continued to grip the chair as he enjoyed the plunge… but it only satisfied him for a moment.

As he opened his eyes, Luke watched Brighton undergo another change. The top boy appeared to be sinking down into the bottom boy. Their torsos were slowly merging. As they combined, Brighton adjusted his upper bodies so that they were now angling apart from each other. The boys’ torsos merged midway up their perfectly sculpted stomachs. Their eyes gazed down over their torso. They now shared one belly button and four abs. Their outer hands ran back up, over their bobbing cocks, and sliding over their newly formed 10-pack. Brighton crunched his stomach muscles, enjoying the feeling of hard flesh under vacuum tight skin.

Luke’s cock was raging as he watched the transformation. The two identical boys smiled back at him. And they still looked like him. Brighton got on his hands and knees and crawled toward Luke, all of four of his hands pawing the ground. Luke could see their shared back muscles twitching as they drew closer. They propped themselves up on the arm of his recliner, laying their heads on folded arms, eyeing the sexually overcharged Luke, staring at his gleaming, slick muscles and throbbing cock.

Shaking, Luke asked, “Can I touch you?” Brighton grinned and sat up on his knees, then pushed himself up with four arms, standing over Luke. Luke sat up, his own abs bunching and creasing to Brighton’s delight. Leaning over, he reached out his right hand and let his fingers graze the firm, smooth flesh. His hands ran over the newly formed body, over their shared abs, the spot where their stomach divided, their firm bulbous ass. Brighton’s cocks were bobbing against each other and the arm of the chair. He pushed his hips forward, pressing them against Luke’s wiry torso. Luke grinned and laid back, grasping one in each hand and began stroking Brighton’s monsters. Brighton sighed and wrapped his inner arms around both of his shoulders, pressing his body closer together. Luke was now sucking, lapping, tonguing the massive poles. He hardly noticed as Brighton merged again, combining his upper bodies into one. Now, aside from the two heads and two massive cocks, he was just one person again.

Luke released his cocks, staring lustfully as he registered the latest change. “What does it feel like to have two cocks?”

“Just like your cock… Except imagine every touch, every caress, every stroke doubled. Imagine trying to squeeze not one, but two thick huge cocks into to your boxers… all of that meat. Pushing against each other, two cockheads drooling precum…dripping over your balls, twitching against one another… The pleasure. It builds…. Exponentially.”

Brighton gripped both cocks and slowly began rubbing them together. Their heads glanced off of each other, shafts swelled together, his large testicles jostled between his thighs. Brighton pressed them up against his bare torso, grinning in lust as they reached past his youthful pecs.

Brighton turned his back to Luke, pressing his cocks down between his legs, squeezing them together between his thighs. “But what about three… or four. Why stop with just two?” asked Brighton.

He turned again toward Luke, grinning a double smile. Luke gasped, seeing four monstrous cocks. Brighton had grown two more, right above his originals, stroking them slowly in each hand. He let them drop, falling thickly with a dull slap against the other two. He returned to Luke, thrusting out his pelvis, huge cocks flopping down on the arm rest of the recliner, slapping against Luke’s bare left arm smearing precum all over the tan skin. Brighton was losing himself as he slowly ground his members against the chair. Luke could feel the four cockheads poking him, growing larger, lengthening. Soon, they were rubbing back and forth all over his body. Luke released his cock and leaned back, arms at his sides, flexing his body for Brighton. Two of Brighton’s throbbing monster cocks were now rubbing against Luke’s 8 incher. Both boys were moaning in 3 identical voices. Brighton’s mouths were agape in an “Ohhh” expression. His faces flushed.

Suddenly, Brighton was swelling in other places too. His pecs were twitching and jutting out larger and larger. His abs rippled, their crevices deeper, now almost 2 inch caverns. His biceps bulged as large as baseballs, now softballs, now footballs. He raised his arms and flexed. Veins and muscle fibers visible everywhere. His thighs became ponderous tree trunks, calves corded into diamonds.

Both boys were getting off on the obscene display of muscle and power. Brighton brought his arms down and flexed a most muscular pose. His chest leaping and almost making contact with his chins. He reached down, grasping two of his cocks and began furiously stroking.

“Fuck!” Luke heard, and suddenly, there were two more thick, muscular arms reaching for his other two cocks. Luke looked up and saw Brighton’s four bulging arms stroking, muscle rubbing against muscle. His pecs bouncing and twitching. Luke grasped his own cock with his two hands as they neared orgasm together.

Brighton stepped back, staring at his transformed body in the mirror, thrusting his pelvis, cocks pushing upwards nearly to eye level and began screaming. They were both screaming, one thin, lithe boys jacking his oversized 8 incher, one bulging enormous version of the other jacking his four 20 inch monsters.

Hot cum shot from five cocks, spraying the ceiling and the two horned teenagers, raining down, streaming over steel hard dicks and straining balls. Brighton’s chest was heaving, larger and larger still. Luke was overloaded as he stared at the monstrous body towering above him. One thought in particular echoed in his mind as he released his second load in only a few minutes: He is still me... its still my face, still my body. This is me on steroids, beyond steroids! I’m a hulking monster of power! Luke’s cock was erupting as he watched the display of muscle and sex next to him… a reflection of his own body, but expanded to enormous proportions. Luke cried out again and collapsed against the recliner, seeing stars, his whole hypersensitive body feeling like a gigantic cock.

Part 5

Brighton continued to milk his monstrous cocks, his enormous body shivering and overloaded with sensation. Luke could actually see goosebumps on his fibrous arms and twitching chest muscles. Luke’s own orgasm had subsided. His cock lay flaccid, drooling on his right thigh, shrinking back toward his groin. Luke thought the pleasure emitted from his own cock was wonderful, but must have paled in comparison to Brighton’s bliss. He was obviously coming down off his high, but the ecstasy was still washing over him.

His four cocks were as large and thick as ever. Brighton’s hands moved together, slowly traveling up and down their massive length. The cockheads were drooling, painting Brighton’s now huge pecs as he rubbed them against his bare body. Cum ran down his knuckles, streaming down his thick shafts, lubricating his motions. A small puddle was collecting between his large, bare feet.

Brighton’s eyes were closed, his heads pressed together, and his mouths open in an “ooohhhh” expression. He moaned softly to himself. Slowly, he came to.

Brighton opened his eyes. One set traveled down his musclebound, naked body. The other locked onto Luke, grinning. Brighton used his four hands to sandwich his four cocks against the bulging muscles of his upper body. He ran his palms against the shafts, pressing them against his frame. Pausing at the top of each cock, Brighton squeezed the helmets, coating his hands with one last burst of seed. He released his gigantic poles, allowing them to flop half-hard against his bare, muscular thighs. Then Brighton used the lubricant on his own body, rear arms massaging his front arms, which were busy massaging his godlike chest and torso. The erotic image was making Luke bone for a third time.

Brighton grinned and strutted across the room, his four penises jostling against one another more than halfway to his knees as he walked. He sat on the other recliner, his massive frame enveloped the chair. Luke watched his double’s pecs bunch and swell as Brighton pushed against the armrests and leaned back. Brighton spread his legs, draping them over the armrests, allowing Luke an incredible view of his muscular body, larger than a pro bodybuilder, complete with enormous appendages.

Luke sat up, his cock iron hard, pushing against his rippling stomach, 3 inches above his naval. “I want it”, breathed Luke. “I want your powers.”

Brighton simply grinned. His rear arms were wrapping around the front, gently fingering the deep grooves of his abs. “I knew you would. Being able to transform… replicate… merge… simply when the thought crosses your mind… Nobody refuses.”

Brighton was loosing himself again, wrapped up in his own lusts. Luke’s presence seemed inconsequential at the moment.

His rear arms were massaging his spherical pecs, which were bouncing up and down as Brighton slowly flexed. He lifted front arms and popped his biceps, causing them to leap into striated peaks. His cocks began bobbing, flopping against each other as if they had a mind of their own. Luke could see them filling and thickening as Brighton became caught up in his own haze.

Brighton’s front arms were now running through the hair on his twin heads, which had begun kissing deeply. Luke watched his heads nuzzle, tongues bathing his mouth, cheeks, and necks. Brighton was groaning again, Luke heard his own voice doubled as Brighton pleasured himself. The hulk’s cocks were fully engorged. His two hind cocks desperately trying to flop up against his bumpy, carved stomach, but running into his front cocks and falling off to the side, climbing over his meaty naked thighs.

Brighton pushed his faced closer and closer. As they kissed, Brighton’s mouths began melding. Gently, his heads pushed into each other. Two voices became one. In seconds, Brighton was holding one head in his hands, bulging arms massaging his only scalp.

He looked at Luke and smiled. “Soon, all this will be yours,” Brighton spread his arms out, indicating his magnificent body. “Just imagine orgasms at will…”

Brighton’s feet hit the floor and as he lifted his round, muscle ass into the air. His cocks pulsed straight out from his groin, waving two feet in the air. Eyes clamped shut, he cried out and thrusted his pelvis. Instantly, four geysers of cum rocketed from his cocks, spraying high into the air. Again, and again Brighton released his load. He fell to his knees, massive chest heaving and cobblestone abs contracting. His cocks fell between his thick, cording thighs. Brighton looked down at himself, thoughtfully. Then he gripped his cocks with four hands and mashed them together. He used two hands to massage the crimson helmets and his other two hands to create a tunnel, slowly stroking from the base to the tip. Luke could see the four cockheads, still drooling cum, seemingly winking at him. Brighton gasped as they pulsed together, merging from the bottom to the top into one humungous, incredibly thick cock. When his hands met, the heads combined, creating an even more monstrous head than Luke dreamed possible.

“Yessss,” grinned Brighton, as he used twenty fingers to caress the giant tip. The mega pole was beginning to bend like a banana, pushing up against his slick hands. Brighton released it, falling onto his four hands and knees. The cock slapped thickly against his stomach and pecs. He looked under his body and stared at the beautiful member. Then he leaned back, sitting with his huge back against the recliner. His monster reached past his downward pointing nipples, grazing his left shoulder. Brighton moaned as he grasped it with four hands and began masturbating himself. Idly, he bent forward, licking the tip, sucking the sides, shivering again with pleasure.

Brighton looked up at Luke as he tongued his own cock and winked. With his cheek nuzzling the shaft he said, “You’ll be able to do this… just because you can…” Luke swooned and gripped himself, stroking with his left. He kneeled before the colossus and assisted Brighton with his enormous cock, licking the sensitive underside right beneath the giant helmet. Luke began crying out, shooting his meager load, his cum drenching the underside of Brighton’s massive prick.

Brighton grinned up at Luke, pushing him away with his four hands for just a second. His monstrous cock bobbed in the open air between them. “I want your hot body all over this cock,” whispered Brighton. “Use those abs, that perfect chest. Ride this monster pole.” With that, Brighton opened his mouth, which extended far wider than the average person so that he could accommodate the head of his cock. He began sucking in earnest, cheeks caving in around the huge member, eyes looking pleadingly at Luke. Luke was only too happy to oblige. He straddled Brighton’s massive thighs and gripped his double shoulders, pushing his body against the massive cock. Soon, he was thrusting up and down. Their combined sweat and cum creating lubricant for Luke’s lithe body to slide over the huge member. Orgasm took Brighton. Luke was breathing in his ear, “Do it… Cum in your own mouth. Ohhh my god!”

Luke’s hands were traveling all over his double’s inflated body. He clutched Brighton’s bouncing pecs which suddenly froze, flexing in all their striated, defined glory. Luke pushed himself up and watched as the behemoth released. He could see Brighton’s throat working to swallow everything, but to no avail. Cum streamed down the sides of his mouth dripping onto his bulging chest muscles. Brighton released himself and stroked wildly with his two left hands, staring with wonder at his own gigantic member, moaning uncontrollably. Cum exploded upward, raining down on them both.

Part 6

Brighton’s head tossed back and forth. Luke watched as a face so similar to his own crunched and twisted in ecstasy. Brighton was laughing, crying, moaning. After some time, his monster slowly subsided, loosing is rigidness, and began to deflate. Luke sat back on his haunches, observing Brighton. His own cock was flaccid, hanging loosely between his legs, tip grazing the floor.

Brighton gazed down the length of himself, smiling with a crooked grin. His front right arm dragging over the puffed up muscles of his large pecs, feeling the groove between the two big muscles.

Brighton looked up at Luke with a crooked grin. “Pubescent to bodybuilder in fifteen seconds… Think you can handle it?”

Luke’s heart began pounding. “No. I can’t even imagine it. But I want it so bad” he replied.

Brighton winked and pulled his bulging body up into the chair. “Ok. Then let’s go. I think you know how this is going to work.” Brighton gently patted his thick quadriceps, inviting Luke to sit on his lap.

Luke grinned nervously. Slowly, he raised himself from the floor. He turned away from Brighton, catching the reflection of himself in the wall mirror across the room. Luke paused for a moment.

“Hey, Luke, its ok, man. You’re going to love this. And the best part is… After you’ve gone crazy transforming your body, you can always go back. When you’re like me, you can do anything. It magnifies sex a million times, but it’s not permanent. You won’t lose yourself forever.”

Brighton saw Luke grin at his own naked image in the mirror, then at the hulking figure behind him. “Yeah, let’s do it.”

He backed towards Brighton, then with his right hand grasped the unimaginably large pole. It was thicker than his wrist, and then it began to swell in his hand!

“How is this going to work?” asked Luke in a worried voice.

“Don’t worry. Just guide it in. I’ll do the rest. I promise, it won’t hurt.”

Luke placed the tip of the now rigid member at the entrance of his hole. He felt two of Brighton’s four hands grasping his bare sides. Slowly, Brighton fed Luke his monster cock. Luke felt his butthole stretch and registered a feeling of incredible pressure, but no pain. Soon, Luke could feel Brighton’s muscular torso against his ass cheeks. He sat down on Brighton’s lap. Slowly, he leaned himself back, feeling the monstrous pec muscles against his bare skin.

“Not so bad… huh?” whispered Brighton.

“No. It feels good, actually. You’re so big. I can feel you in me, feel that you’re deep inside, but it doesn’t feel weird. Just…good.”

Brighton’s hands were slowly rubbing Luke’s smooth skin… over his arms, massaging his shoulders, glancing over nipples and abs…

“Yeah, that was step one. We’re going all the way, Lukie. You and me are becoming one tonight… quite literally. But we’ll take it slow. I guarantee you’ll love it. Let’s start with something you’ve always dreamed of.”

Two of Brighton’s hands gripped the armrests. The other two made their way to Luke’s twitching, yet soft cock.

“You came 3 times in the last hour” said Brighton. “Most guys are done for the day after a performance like that. But you can’t be satisfied. Can you?”

Luke moaned as he felt Brighton run a finger under the length of his cock. He felt another hand pulling at his testicles. Luke spread his legs further, splaying them out to the sides of Brighton’s, granting access to his pulsing member.

“Nooo… I’m so fucking horny” breathed Luke.

Brighton continued manipulating Luke’s organ. Luke watched as it became engorged, thickening, lengthening. Suddenly, it was at its full length of 8 inches. Luke’s stomach rippled as he reached to touch it. Brighton used his other two hands to grasp Luke’s wrists. Gently, but firmly, Brighton pulled Luke’s hands away from his cock and onto the armrests.

“Oh no… we’re not done yet” groaned Brighton. “Our cock is just getting started.”

The realization swept through Luke. He was sharing his cock with Brighton! “Ohh god, I can feel it!” moaned Luke.

His rock hard cock was bouncing on his stomach, then began climbing even higher! With light-as-a-feather caresses, Brighton teased it longer and longer still. Luke could feel it midway up his stomach now, hot and heavy, pushing upwards. Angrily, it sought his mouth. Luke licked his lips in reply. He wanted to touch it so badly, but Brighton would not let go.

“Please… Please Brighton, I have to!”

“No, I don’t think we’re ready yet. Don’t you think a monster like this needs to be a bit thicker?”

Suddenly, Luke swooned. His hips pushed up as he watched his cock widen. Thicker and thicker until it nearly doubled in girth.

He plunged himself back down, rewarded with a wave of bliss from his ass. Brighton’s cock was doing a number on his hole.

Luke’s massive cock was twitching and bobbing, mere inches from his face. But its growth had stopped. Luke’s tongue was out, desperately attempting to lick the crown. Brighton said, “Take it easy… before you get all wrapped up in your pole, I want you to know the feeling of having man-sized baby-makers down there.”

Brighton’s hands were pulling and fondling Luke’s already oversized balls. The feeling was exquisite. But then came the growth. Luke could feel his balls dropping even lower, filling the space between his legs. Soon, Luke could feel his own gigantic testicles flopping down against Brighton’s below him.

“Holy shhhitt…” moaned Luke in a deeper, more resonant voice. The sound surprised him. “Ohhhh, I guess that’s what man-sized balls do to a guy, huh Brigh?”

Brighton chuckled, “You know it.” His own voice had deepened. They really were sharing Luke’s cock!

“Feel those balls flopping against mine? Sooo fucking big. Imagine how much cum you can produce. Wanna try it out?”

“Fuck yeah. Please Brighton! Let’s get off!”

“Ok. You know, I’m holding your hands down, and that’s probably killing you, what with feeling this massive cock bobbing up and down, dying to be touched… But I want something special for you. I want the first touch of this giant piece of meat to be with your mouth.”

Luke’s eyes bulged. He stared down at himself, and once again he was growing longer. In seconds, his cock was within reach. It was right there. Waiting for him. For years he had fantasized about this moment. Now it was happening. He couldn’t believe it!

Carefully, he reached out his tongue and grazed the head, lapping a drop of precum off the thick head. It was better than he had imagined. Smooth and warm, spongy, but incredibly hard underneath…

Luke began kissing himself, feeling little waves of pleasure cascade over his body as he manipulated his own massive organ with his tongue and lips. He opened his mouth wide, then wider, then wider still. Effortlessly, he slipped the monster member into his own mouth and closed his lips around the entire head. Brighton caught his breath, moaning a “Fuuck yeaaahh.”

He released Luke’s wrists, allowing him to wrap his hands around his own thick pole for the first time. Luke grinned as he tongued himself. It was too big to get his hands around it! Slowly, he stroked. Up and down the incredible length, unable to comprehend that this incredible organ was attached to him! But it was. He felt everything, its heavy weight against his bare chest, its pulses and twitches, the feeling of sex from being stroked and sucked…

Luke released the knob and stared at it. “Beautiful” he whispered. He flexed his cock muscles and watched it twitch away from him, then smack back against his chest, cockhead hitting his chin.

Laughing, Luke leaned forward, and after giving it a little kiss, pushed it away with both his hands until it was burning between Brighton’s massive legs. Luke could feel his balls pressed tightly against Brighton’s, roiling with an incomprehensible amount of cum. Brighton squeezed his legs together, tightly trapping the giant dick. With his old cock, Luke might have felt pain, but not with this monster. This thing could handle a little rough housing.

Luke laid back again, just staring at the sight. Slowly, he began humping Brighton’s slick legs. Brighton and Luke could feel precum working its way up the mega shaft, oozing out of the engorged head. They felt a thick string push out of its cockhead and begin drooling on the floor below.

“Is it always this intense?” breathed Luke.

“Every time” groaned Brighton.

With that, he spread his legs, releasing their cock. It sprang up like a cobra hitting Luke squarely in the face. Only pleasure filled him. He grabbed their cock roughly and began stroking in earnest with both hands. He clamped his mouth around the top of the organ and began licking the head with quick, forceful licks.

Luke could hear Brighton moaning beneath him. The very familiar twinge of orgasm was approaching, but now it was magnified tenfold. One thought screamed in Luke’s mind, I’m sucking myself to orgasm!

His balls tightened and cum rocketed up the giant pole. In a flash, Luke was submersed in the deluge. Desperately, he tried to lap up the bliss, but he could not. Cum poured down his face and chest, pooling in the grooves of his stomach muscles. Brighton and Luke cried out in ecstasy as wave after wave rocked them.

This time, however, another thought echoed through Luke’s mind. One that would not have been possible before this joining… More!

Part 7

Luke could feel himself literally “falling into” Brighton. The pleasure was immense. He could feel his body being enveloped into Brighton’s massive frame, but that really wasn’t the right word. As their legs combined, Luke could feel the bulges of his new thigh muscles. The feeling of his monstrous bubble butt and hamstrings being squeezed together by the now “narrow” confines of the velvety smooth chair. He flexed his now giant calf muscles and felt them cording into diamonds as he pushed against the floor with the balls of his feet.

Luke felt more like he was becoming. This hulking body of power was now his and Brighton’s. They shared themselves completely, body and soul, and were now entirely one being below the waist. Attached to this incredibly erotic joining was the undertone of sex. The only way to describe it was like the feeling your cock gets after edging for a few hours. Every touch, each caress, even a breath threatening to send you cascading into orgasm. Except Luke felt this bliss all over his lower body. Brighton and Luke moaned softly to themselves as the joining continued.

Luke looked down and saw that they now had only one pair of legs. Between those thick thighs was their enormous, still throbbing cock. Their immense prick seemed to have registered the attention. It pulsed larger between his legs, fighting for space between his tightly wedged thighs. The pressure was becoming a bit uncomfortable. As one, Brighton and Luke pushed down on their armrests, raising their upper bodies out of the chair. With one mind, they raised their legs and spread them wide once again, draping their enormous thighs over the armrests. As they sat back down, Luke could feel their bulbous ass meeting the soft chair cushion. His cock, now free from the confines of thick leg muscles pushed out from their groin larger and larger. Luke watched in lust, feeling the underside of his shaft moving against the soft cushion, the crimson head of his immense organ twitching over the edge, six inches past the end of the chair.

Luke leaned back against Brighton’s broad, naked chest. Immediately, he felt their bodies continue to merge. Luke’s breath caught in his young chest as the orgasmic feeling started all over again. Luke was tingling all over his body. He glanced down and noticed his abs rising like loaves of bread on his teenaged stomach. Bigger and bigger they grew as he sunk into Brighton. Rippling obliques appeared along his sides. Luke could feel the powerful muscles of his (their?) his back pressing against the recliner. As his chest took in full, deep breaths, Luke could see his pecs swelling larger and larger. Slowly, Luke began to flex the muscles, watching his ballooning pecs bulge. He brought up his hands and felt the muscles of their naked chest. Luke laughed as he saw his thin, lithe arms in comparison to the immense muscles of his massive chest. His fingers felt the steely harness and rippling striations as he flexed. Luke relaxed his pecs and grasped the large cleavage with both hands, pushing the muscles up, then releasing, feeling them jostle and bulge firmly into place.

Then Luke could hear breathing in his right ear. He turned his head and found Brighton staring at him, smiling. Their bodies nearly completely melded. They breathed together, as one, one pair of lungs inflating one massive chest. Luke looked into Brighton’s full wall mirror and saw for the first time. Two identical faces smiling on top of one massive six-armed body.

Brighton teased Luke, “Look at those wimpy little arms. Why are you hanging on to those?”

Luke laughed and used his “little arms” to wave in the mirror at himself, then brought them down, pressing his arms against both of Brighton’s. Immediately they melded together. As the joining completed, Luke could feel the muscle on top of muscle. The teens looked down and used their rear arms to massage the bulging peaks of their front biceps. His front arms were slowly fingering their bulging stomach and tree trunk thighs. Luke groaned as he massaged himself. Brighton groaned too. It was as if they shared one mind as they pleasured themself.

Luke/Brighton pushed themself up and out of the chair. Their massively hung body sauntered up to the mirror, bulging and twitching with each step. Luke felt their monster pole flopping heavily between their legs. Little bursts of sex emanated from their horsecock as the cockhead bumped and brushed their knees. With twin shit-eating grins, Luke/Brighton brought their rear arms up in a double biceps pose. Their front arms grasped their giant penis at the base and waved it in slow, tantalizing circles.

They brought it up and smacked it against its reflected mirror image, a clear streaming trail of precum smudged the mirror, following the thick cockhead’s path over the mirror. Luke/Brighton leaned forward, four hand on the glass and licked the sweet nectar. Then they sat down in front of the mirror, the muscles of their upper body strained in definition, crowding for room as they haunched. Their massive thighs were spread wide and bent just slightly at the knee, feet pressing against the glass. Luke/Brighton reached between their legs and hefted their thick log, petting it with four hands. The slick cock stiffened further and pointed itself directly at the mirror.

Luke/Brighton leaned back on their powerful rear arms aiming their enormous cock at the glass. Front hands tweaked their engorged nipples. Turning to each other their two head began kissing. Fireworks went off in Luke’s head as he made out with himself for the first time. He could feel himself kissing and being kissed through two heads. Their minds fused in lust and desire. Panting as one, they released the kiss and stared at the mirror. Then, just because they could, Brighton/Luke released their load. Two identical voices howling as cum erupted from their massive cock. Luke relished the sight of all of his/their huge muscles flexed into steel. Their naked body built for sex, easily releasing its load. Cum splattered the mirror, four, five, six volleys, running down the glass blocking the view of their perfect, augmented body.

Orgasm subsided, but Luke/Brighton’s lust could not be controlled. Their front hands found their pulsing cock, pointing it straight into the air and began stroking furiously. A second orgasm was suddenly upon them. Luke could feel cum pushing up from their orange-sized balls, traveling the two foot length of shaft, then bursting from the tip like a fourth of July firework. Cum rained down onto their body. Neither cared. If anything, it made them hotter. They released their prick, allowing it to flop, still hard as steel against their upper body. Then they sprawled out on the floor, kissing, chest and abs heaving, hands running all over flexing muscles.

Between kisses, Brighton spoke, “Remember Luke. Shapeshifters are in complete control. We can be anything, do anything. But we can’t change just yet.”

“Why not” Luke heaved.

“You aren’t quite there yet, we have just one more step until your transformation is complete.”