The duplicator

by Jefftaur

David has been working on his duplicator for a while now, so his friend is a little skeptical when he says he’s finally got it working.

“It’s finished!” David exclaimed, his excitement palpable even over the phone.

“Your ‘duplicator?’” My response was flatly incredulous. “You’re not serious.”

“Naw, man, for real!”

“Get out.” David’s ‘duplicator’ project had been a running gag for months now. If you were looking for David, you could always find him in his basement, working on it. At first, he was tight-lipped about the mess of electronic hardware slowly taking shape down there, but he could only hold out against the persistent questions for so long.

“It’s a matter-energy duplication device,” he’d finally replied, with a grin and a twinkle in his deep brown eyes. And everyone had laughed, and the subject dropped. But every single time he was asked after that, he’d continue to insist it was a ‘duplicator’ device, like something out of science fiction—or Calvin and Hobbes.

And he still hadn’t given up on it now. “I’m telling you, it works!”

“Yeah, okay. So am I finally going to find out what it really is?”

“I told you, it’s a matter-energy duplication device.”

“So you say…. What is that racket in the background?” Most of our conversation had been shouted over what sounded like someone drilling through pieces of sheet metal.

“Okay, well, maybe it’s not quite finished… but it works!”

“Can’t you stop messing with it long enough to make a phone call?”

David laughed. “I don’t have to!”

“What?”

“Look, just come over already. You’ve got to see this thing!”

“Okay, but only because after five months, I’m dying to learn the punch line.”

As soon as I rang the doorbell, I could hear David dashing up the stairs from the basement, he was that noisy about it. So many heavy footfalls he must have been tripping over his own feet from excitement. And then he swung the door open and spread his arms—all four of them—wide. “Will!”

“Wha…?” I stared stupidly at him, my jaw dropping loose.

“Come in!” He wrapped his right arms around me—confirming their reality to my protesting intelligence—and I stumbled over the threshold.

As he closed the door behind us I turned to face him again, still stupefied. “Da—you—wha—really?”

He grabbed me with all of his hands—his grip was strong—and gave me a good shake. “Really, really!” he exclaimed, laughing.

Still reeling with amazement, I looked him up and down, and did a double take on the ‘down’ part.

“You’ve got four feet!”

David released me from his grasp and looked down at his sneakers, rocking back on four heels. “Yeah, I do.” He looked up at my slack-jawed face and grinned, his brown eyes twinkling. “I told you it worked.”

I just stared at David’s hunky bod, my mind still unable to grasp—no pun intended—the fact that all of those large, strong, tan hands belonged to one guy.

Suddenly one of them shot out and grabbed one of mine. “C’mon, you gotta see this!”

I stumbled and almost fell, unable to keep up with him—staring as I was at all his sneakers in galloping motion—as he yanked me across the room towards the basement door. Then we were flying down the stairs, one of his hands on each banister, the third dragging me behind, and the fourth arm swinging wildly about to keep his balance. It was a good thing he had as many feet as he did, because two were stumbling at any given moment, depending on the others to keep him from tumbling to the bottom of the stairs in a tangle of limbs.

We hit the basement floor at top speed and skidded to a halt, David’s legs splayed to keep him upright, me teetering beside him, holding on to that hand for all I was worth.

With his others, he gestured grandly. “Here it is!” I turned to look.

All the junk that had been strewn throughout the room was now stacked against the walls and in the corners, so the room seemed rather empty, except for the large… contraption standing in the middle. It seemed to be a one-foot-deep metal door frame, connected to a metal-encased console that wrapped around one side. Some of the panels looked rather hastily assembled. I understood where the sounds of drilling had come from.

“I kind of rushed it at the end,” he said. “I was so excited it worked!”

“How does it work?”

“Oh, it’s easy.” He slipped his hand from mine and stepped over to the machine. “Anything you want duplicated, you just stand in here,” he said, indicating the door frame, “and then you activate it on the console here.” He turned and leaned over the controls on the wraparound. His legs stood under the frame.

“I activated it by accident the first time. That’s how I got these!” He grinned, slapping himself on the hind ass.

“You were working on it plugged in?”

He stood, laughing. “I guess I was rushing even then. But it’s cool; now I’m a centaur!” He reared back on his hind legs and kicked at the air. “So then I did my arms so I could finish faster!”

I shook my head in disbelief. “But how does it work?”

“Oh, y’know, science stuff. Do you want to try it out?!”

I stared at him. “I dunno if I—“

“Here, I’ll go, you press the button for me!” He jumped back under the frame and looked at me excitedly.

I moved up to the panel a little nervously. “Are you sure you want to—“

“Don’t worry,” he laughed, “I’m not adding any more arms or legs yet. I want to try its original purpose!”

“This wasn’t…?”

“I designed it to make complete duplicates of things, I didn’t know it would work this way!”

Vote on this story

Steve’s bodybuilder yoga by Josh Dugan The odd illustrations in yoga primer make Steve yearn to add more of his beautifully muscular arms and legs as well as more of him. 1,131 words Added May 2002 14k views 5.0 stars (2 votes) No comments yet •Multicock•Boytaur•Four Legs•Multiarm•Multileg•Multilimb•Replication•Wristfeet•Selfcest

The car dealership sale by Gio Multipod Boytaurs still need to move around Piedina, and cars, originally imported from the human earth and redesigned to fit the boytaurs’ needs, get the job done. 1,117 words Added Aug 2024 4,324 views 5.0 stars (1 vote) No comments yet •Multicock•Boytaur•Four Legs•Multiarm•Multileg•Multilimb•Wristfeet •M/M

Field agent by BRK Special agents Adkins and Barber interview a rancher in relation to their current case. There’s something odd about the handsome Latino, though—starting with the fact that he won’t get down off his horse. 2 parts 5,236 words Added Apr 2020 Updated 14 Nov 2020 17k views 4.8 stars (22 votes) No comments yet •Cock Growth•Huge Cock•Hyper Cock•Hyper Cum•Multicock•Boytaur•Four Legs•Multiarm•Multileg•Multilimb•Replication•Muscle Growth•Public Nudity•Size Increase•Incest•Twins•Selfcest•Infectious•Centaurs •M/M•M/M/M

Keith the new guy by BRK New hire Keith readies himself for his first-day meetings with his new boss, but the twink receptionist is kind of distracting—and why does his shirt feel tight all of a sudden? 2 parts 5,525 words Added Aug 2021 Updated 22 Jun 2024 17k views 4.7 stars (11 votes) No comments yet •Cock Growth•Huge Cock•Multicock•Multihead•Boytaur•Four Legs•Multiarm•Multileg•Multilimb•Three Legs•Multipec•Multitongue•Stacking•Muscle Growth•Muscle/Strength•Getting Handsomer•Getting Taller•Plausible Size Difference•Size Decrease•Size Increase•Nonconsensual change •M/M•M/M/M

Professor Magnus’s independent study by BRK Jake, a self-taught student of transformation magic, is invited to come and meet with Professor Magnus—but the hypnotically sexy boytaur prof is just as intrigued by Jake. 3,004 words Added Feb 2017 12k views 4.6 stars (9 votes) No comments yet •Huge Cock•Nipcocks•Multicock•Boytaur•Four Legs•Multiarm•Multileg•Multilimb•Replication•Muscle/Strength•Getting Taller•Selfcest•Witch/Warlock/Wizard•Complete

Boytaurs from Outer Space! by BRK Sev, the commander of a Taurian survey mission, judges Earth suitable for cultivating an aggressive alien grain, but the danger to Earth’s ecosystem drives the idealistic Elek to rebel and flee with some valuable equipment. When a conflicted Kiyy chases him, they both encounter the strange inhabitants and discover that humans and Taurians find each other mutually captivating. 6 parts 13k words Added Jun 2015 Updated 14 Oct 2016 21k views 4.4 stars (16 votes) No comments yet •Huge Cock•Multicock•Boytaur•Four Legs•Multiarm•Multileg•Multilimb•Muscle Growth•Muscle/Strength•Mouthcock•Incest•Twins•Aliens•Space Travel •M/M•M/M/M•M/M/M/...

Boytaur Christmas by Jefftaur Kevin gives his boyfriend the best present ever: a boytaur Christmas. 2 parts 3,590 words Added May 2002 15k views 5.0 stars (1 vote) No comments yet •Multicock•Boytaur•Four Legs•Multileg•Multilimb•Wristfeet•Christmas

The transmogrifier by Jefftaur A transmogrifying ray-hun that gives you four legs sounds like fun, only it hardly seems necessary—weirdly enough all the hot guys you know seem to be four-legged already. 957 words Added May 2002 12k views 5.0 stars (4 votes) No comments yet •Multicock•Boytaur•Four Legs•Multileg•Multilimb•Retcon