Metaboi
From Metabods
“I want to complain about these Dick-Doubling Speedos I bought here yesterday.”
Mick looked up from his magazine. It was a slow day at Metaboi, and he was sitting up on the counter in front of the register on the customer side, paging through Metaboi magazine and pondering his employee discount. It wasn’t usually this quiet, but not a lot of people knew about the store to begin with, and when the weather was this gorgeous everybody who did know about the store was out on the beach, enjoying their enhancements.
Everyone but this kid.
He was cute — very cute — big unruly mop of long blond hair, tall, lanky, a tight bod. Probably late teens. Surfer. He’d be cuter if he weren’t scowling. Naked, except for a narrow leather strap around his wrist and the d-d Speedos, which he was pointing at. They looked like normal red Speedos, but fully packed and then some, swollen to accommodate what was clearly, from the shape of the bulge, two big dicks.
Mick glanced back up at the cute scowly face. “What’s to complain?” he said with a wink.
“They don’t work! You guys are running a scam!”
Mick frowned and looked back down at the bulge. There were clearly two cocks packed in there, fat ones. Probably eight inches soft. “Looks like they worked,” Mick said slowly. He looked back up at the boy’s face, allowing his eyes to travel up the deeply crevassed 7-pack abs and the almost out of proportion pecs along the way.
“What? No, I was like that before. I was expecting, you know, two more!” The boy was clearly miffed. “I demand a refund.”
“No refunds,” Mick said automatically, setting down the magazine and reaching for the company iPad on the counter behind him. “And no one is double-dicked naturally. That’s the point. What’s your name?” He added, starting to look up the sale on the iPad’s link to the instore database.
“Luke Maletsky. And I am,” the boy said obstinately. “You know, I guessed this whole thing was a lie when my buddy told me about it, and now I’m sure!”
“It’s not a lie,” Mick said. “I’m wearing the triple-dick 2Xist boxer-briefs right now, and I know they work.”
The boy eyed him skeptically. “You’ve got three dicks right now.”
“Yup.” Mick patted his package, very large even in his loose board shorts.
“Show me.”
Mick rolled his eyes and hopped down from the counter, setting down the iPad. He unhooked the shorts and they dropped to the floor, then shucked the black boxer-briefs, revealing three long, very fat uncut cocks that were clearly enjoying their momentary freedom. It wasn’t the first time he’d dropped trou for a customer. In fact it was kind of tacitly encouraged — a great demonstration to support a sale, under the right circumstances, though normally it wasn’t done right here out on the floor. There was more than one reason for the employee discount. Not to mention the low-level inhibition-inhibitor field that the owner had secretly, and illegally, installed on the premises.
Luke stared wide-eyed at the lightly chubbed cocks. “So that — that just means you were — you were born that way too,” he said distractedly.
“Nope, I told you — ”
“But these clothes, they’re supposed to only work while you’ve got them on!”
“Sure, if you buy the cheaper ones,” Mick said, aware that even the cheaper ones were pretty pricey. “These are top-of-the-line Durations. Even if you take ‘em off, the enhancement lasts until you wake up the next morning. These were my birthday present to myself,” he added. “And totally worth it.”
“I don’t get it,” the surfer boy said, still drinking in the sight of Mick’s heavy cocks. “Mine didn’t work.”
“Dude, they did work,” Mick said. “You’ve got two cocks — real nice ones, it looks like.”
“I’ve always had two,” the boy whispered. He finally lifted his eyes back up to meet Mick’s. Now they were confused, distressed. “Maybe this stuff doesn’t work on me.”
“C’mon,” Mick said. Feeling a little uninhibited, he stepped out of his shorts and underwear with a shrug, so now he was walking toward the back of the store just clad in a store tee shirt (“METABOI” in varsity style lettering) and sneakers without socks, his loose semihard cocks dragging along his hard buff swimmer’s thighs. He knew the surfer boy was watching his ass as he led him toward the multilimb section. He pulled an emerald green and black short-sleeved rugby shirt off a hanger and tossed it to the boy, who caught it automatically. “Pull that on,” he said.
As soon as the shirt was part way on the boy was sporting four buff arms, which he slid into the sleeves. Once it was on, he ran several of his hands over the front of the shirt.
“See?” Mick said, directing him toward a mirror.
Luke admired himself in the mirror. “I admit, these are really comfortable,” he said. “I’ve never been able to find four-arm shirts that really fit well — that’s why I mostly go shirtless.” He pulled off the shirt and handed it back to Mick. “But as you can see, whatever the enhancement was supposed to be, it didn’t work.”
Mick stared at the four-armed shirtless surfer boy agape, then double-checked the tags on the rugby shirt. And triple-checked them. “These aren’t Durations,” he said finally in amazement, his eyes taking in the amazingly hot new metaboi. Four long buff surfer-dude arms on this guy made him look unexpectedly awesome — like his bod had been waiting for them. Especially considering how they looked with his oversized pecs and bulging shoulders.
Something else occurred to Mick. “And even Durations don’t work in the store without a purchase!”
“What do you mean?” the boy said, noticing Mick’s cocks had been starting to harden. His own Speedo-clad package was starting to bulge and swell even bigger than it was. One of his left hands absently scratched his hairless deep-cut abs.
“Your arms — your extra arms,” Mick said. “They should have gone away.” He was barely cognizant of the fact that he was fully boned now, three superfat uncut cocks sticking straight up, almost to his chest.
“Why?” Luke said, now genuinely confused. “They were there before.”
“Holy fuck.” Mick’s cocks were superhard and starting to leak. He looked around quickly and grabbed a white sleeveless Underarmor tee from a nearby display. “Try this.”
The surfer hunk shrugged into it easily. “What’s this one supposed to do?”
Mick was slightly stunned. He could only reply, “Extra abs.”
“Hmph, just as well,” Luke said. “Then I’d have, what, an eleven-pack. That would be weird. Though, kinda hot.” He pulled off the tee, revealing a stunning, luscious-looking 9-pack. “Damn, I guess none of this stuff works on me!” He said exasperatedly, looking around the store. “And I have this gift card and everything!”
“Gift card?” Mick said dazedly. He focused quickly on what the enhanceable boy had said. “Wait — we don’t do gift cards.”
“Sure you do. What are you, new?” said Luke, digging out his wallet with his rear left hand, as the front one mindlessly returned to caressing his newly extended abs.
Mick was watching the rippling of the surfer boy’s perfect arm and shoulder muscles. “Huh? No, been here since it opened last year.”
Luke handed him a plastic card from his wallet. “Looks like you missed a memo.” The card had the store logo on it, the words “Gift Card,” a 10-digit card number, and a magnetic stripe on the back. "My best friend got it for me for my birthday yesterday."
“Happy birthday,” Mick said automatically, still frowning at the card. He was pretty bad with email, but he was amazed he'd missed this one. “Well, don’t you worry,” he added, smiling intensely back at Luke, “we’ll find something that works on you if we have to have you try on everything in the store!”
Luke grinned luminously, his gaze falling on Mick’s fat cocks. “Naw, that’s okay,” he said distractedly. “I gotta get to this gig for my brother's band. But you can ring up the shirt — ”
“No wait,” Mick said hectically. “At least try one more.” He hurried behind the counter, his cocks now leaking steadily onto his shirt. He unlocked a Plexiglas case and pulled out a silver necklace with loops shaped like links from a heavy industrial chain. “Here.”
Luke took it skeptically with a free right hand. “What’s it supposed to do?”
“Maybe nothing. Try it on!”
Luke, freeing a surprising lack of inhibition, shrugged and put it on. Mick sucked in his breath.
The Ultima 20+2 silver chain necklace, Mick knew, had two effects, though he’d never seen it in operation because normally it didn’t work on customers without a purchase, and he’d never risked trying it himself in case someone noticed it was missing. And as far as customers went, no one had sprung yet for the obscene numbers on the pricetag, especially since the whole thing was strictly temporary — the necklace had to stay on to keep the effect going.
In theory.
The first effect was to make everything 20% bigger. Muscles, cocks, everything. Everything that got enhanced at Metaboi, was enhanced by 20%. Including the entire body itself.
But that wasn’t even Mick’s favorite of the two effects. No sirree.
Luke looked down at him from his new height of 7’7”, over his newly spherical pecs, and said, “Well?”
Mick was in awe, his mouth hanging just slightly open. “Looks great on you,” he said weakly. He felt very close to cumming just looking at him, mostly thanks to the second effect.
The second effect was this.
It doubled everything. Muscles, cocks, everything. Arms, legs, fingers, toes. Heads. Tongues. Everything that got enhanced at Metaboi, was doubled.
Including the entire body itself.
“Well, it was worth a shot,” said Luke’s other head, as his two-headed extra body, standing behind him, unhooked the two chains from around the bulging necks of Luke’s main body. He walked his spare body around, padding easily on four huge feet, and handed the two chains to Mick with a big ten-fingered hand, one of eight hanging heavily from eight thickly muscled arms. Mick was amazed at the brainpower required to control two huge bods with so much enhancement, but then, Luke’d mind now had the power of four hunks of brain matter to work with.
Mick locked one of the chains up in the display case and silently pocketed the other. “Did you still want the shirt?” he said, his throat dry. He realized that all four sets of Luke’s eyes were riveted on his steadily drooling fat boners.
“No, didn’t fit, remember?” Luke said without taking his eyes off Mick’s cocks. “Only four arms.” “And only one collar,” added the other head.
Mick smiled. “You know, it’s a good thing those Speedos didn’t work. You’d have way too many cocks.”
“Is that possible?” Luke said with a slow smile. Mick gulped.
“So, um, I do have to get to this gig in Malibu,” Luke said wistfully, “but he usually only expects one of me at things like this.” Luke’s extra jocktaur bod moved closer to Mick, sliding a single finger along the slippery side of Mick’s leftmost cock. Mick shuddered and reached for Luke II’s front Speedo, now overstretched to accommodate four monster cocks that had to be, based on Mick’s original assessment, nearly 10 inches soft. And those were just the front cocks. He traced his own finger along the surface of the supertaut fabric.
“Think anyone will notice over there, if I’m blowing your other bod’s fuses over here?”
Luke II bent down and gently brushed his hips on either side of Mick’s neck. Mick felt the light roughness of the two lightly stubbled jawlines against both sides of his face and nearly creamed on the spot.
“Dude, how do you think I got through high school?” Luke said. “Real bod in class — ”
“Extra bod fucking the swim team,” Luke added softly near Mick’s left ear — he realized Luke was speaking through one of Luke II’s heads for the first time.
“I got used to letting one bod orgasm for both of us. Though my real body got mighty turned on.”
“I’ll bet.” Luke II was all hands, and they were now all over his half-naked bod.
“God, you’re hot,” Luke said. “I’ll, um, come back and collect him later. Unless I, you know, decide to let you keep him.”
“Uh huh.” Mick could barely hear anything — Luke II’s two heads had moved in for a deeply sensuous kiss. Sometime later he realized Luke had taken his main body to that party, leaving his other sex-god jocktaur bod with him. He locked up the store, chasing out two boytaurs who’d been beating off watching them make out, and led the mostly silent extra Luke to his little beachfront apartment a few blocks away, earning admiring stares and whistles for Luke’s impossibly hot bod and, Mick didn’t even realize, his own three fully exposed monster cocks, which very soon were deep inside his new lover’s furnace-hot, impossibly tight ass.
Bright rays of beach-summer sunlight through his window woke Mick the next morning. He was wrapped comfortably in all his big lover’s arms and legs, feeling cocooned and safe. He extricated himself with some difficulty, but Luke was evidently a heavy sleeper — or perhaps he let his extra bod sleep if he needed his full attention elsewhere? He’d have to ask, he thought, as he stood up and gazed down at the incredibly gorgeous monster he’d created.
Odd, that Luke hadn’t come back to “collect” his extra bod.
Mick frowned down at his own crotch — he knew he was back to one big cock. But, he thought, staring at the surfer boy jocktaur in his bed, who could quibble with such compensation? He grinned, and Luke II snorted in his sleep, curled up on his side, one head resting gently on the other.
Mick wouldn’t be able to stay out of bed long. He was already boning up.
He found his cell phone and called his buddy Jessie, who also worked at the store, and asked him to cover for him today. Jess was amenable — Mick knew Jess was aching to show off the six-armed Duration tee he’d just scraped up the money for. Even with the employee discount, Jess had been eating ramen for weeks to save up.
Mick was about to hang up, and he stopped himself. “Oh, and do you know anything about gift cards?”
“Oh yeah, didn’t you get the email?” Jess said over the phone. “It's like a pilot program. Just started last week. The customer's supposed to get the card and use it buy stuff for other people, and they don’t notice the change — they think they’ve always been that way." Mick gasped, now fully boned. "Family and friends are supposed to think you were like that too," Jess went on, "though I guess they're not sure how well that works yet.”
“I bet it works fine," Mick said, thinking of Luke's brother. "So if you use it on yourself?”
“Well, you’re not supposed to,” Jess mused. “I guess you wouldn’t know the clothes had worked, cause you’d think you’d always been that way. Why?”
“No reason. I owe you one, buddy!” Mick quickly snapped his phone shut and padded back to the bed, enjoying the feel of the cool wooden floor on his four big feet, his Pringles-can-sized rear cock poking pleasantly against his front balls. He idly caressed his bowling ball pecs with one of his right hands and sighed contentedly, climbing back into Luke’s somnolent embrace. Even if anyone had told him at that moment about the little-known third effect of the 20+2 Ultima necklace — jocktaurifying cum — he wouldn’t have believed them.
After all, he’d always been this way.
