Amalgamated: The fourth guy

by Knock Noct Not

Nico was concerned when his friend was acting strange. Obviously, the next best course of action was to stalk outside his house to see if there was a problem. But nothing is out of the ordinary, right? There’s his friend... and his two brothers. They’re fighting, and also—conjoined?!

Nico crouched behind the bushes, trying to stay out of sight. He knew he should not be spying on his best friend, but something felt wrong. In the past few days, Tobias was not quite himself. Always in a daze, closed off more than ever, and sometimes straight-up ignoring any attempts at communication. He tried to ask what was wrong, but sweet Tobias said nothing. So, here he was, wanting to get answers by himself. His intention was not to invade his friend’s privacy, but the latter’s well-being came first.

He reached the quiet neighbourhood where Tobias’s home was located. It was away from the hustle and bustle of city life and the heart of the town.

“God, it’s so creepy here,” Nico commented, eyeing the old-fashioned homes across the street. It was dark and dreary, and the flickering old lamp posts did nothing to alleviate the unsettling atmosphere. “I can’t believe Tobias would even live here,” he muttered, pulling his jacket close as he sped up. The young man checked his phone every once in a while, making sure he was going in the right direction. Each footfall was loud, almost unnerving.

“Okay, this is it,” he said, pocketing his phone as soon as he arrived at his destination.

The house before him was nestled somewhere near the edge of the area. It was old and unkempt on the outside and, having been there before, he could say the same for its interior. He recalls Tobias explaining that he lived with two older brothers, so juggling school, work, and all the chores they had to deal with was not ideal. Their busy schedules were just that: busy.

For Nico, these were more red flags to address.

The young man moved towards the alleyway until he reached the backyard. From where he stood, he saw a breathtaking view of the beach. For a dreary little area, it was picturesque.

“Focus,” he scolded himself. “You’re here to check up on Tobias. Don’t get distracted!” Nico shook away the shivers of nervousness from his body and took deep breaths. Gathering enough courage to see this plan through. And succeed, at that. Because if he failed and got caught, he was sure his friendship with Tobias—and by extension his family, would most definitely plummet. Regardless, it was worth the risk.

“Whatever happens, it’s for Toby,” he reassured himself as he climbed the fence. His feet landed on the grass with a soft crunch, but even in the stillness of the night, it was not loud enough to have warranted someone’s attention. He crouched as he approached the back door, his eyes locked onto any signs of someone coming out. The light from the window meant someone was awake, though the blinds kept it impossible to see who.

Nico crept closer and closer, and before he knew it, he could hear sounds coming from inside. There were voices; he heard at least two people talking. But it was not Tobias that he heard—he would have known that. No, if his hunch were correct, they must have been from one of Tobias’s brothers. Nico never met them before, so it was not like he could confirm that fact, either.

“I told you to be careful!” exclaimed one of the voices. Their voice was deep and gravelly. “Seriously, we... we’ve been through this plenty of times, Jason. Have a good look before you move about. It’s like dealing with three toddlers in a porcelain shop.”

Jason. He’d gotten a name. Whoever this person was, he was talking to a ‘Jason’. Obviously.

“Calm down, Dante,” replied an all-too-familiar voice, which made Nico perk up. It was Tobias’s voice. He had not heard him earlier, so this came to him as a shock. “It’s not a big deal. We’ve broken one too many plates before. What’s one more to the tally?” he explained.

“Toby’s right, you dickhead!” exclaimed another voice which Nico surmised was Jason. His voice came out like a growl, feral and angry. “You are so... so uptight! It’s just one plate! Not like we don’t have other plates to use.”

“Jay, come on, things cost money.”

“We’re not going to have this talk again, Dan! Look, let’s sweep the broken pieces up, no biggie. We toss ‘em, and we use a new one. Even plastic! Don’t need to be so hung up about this.”

Nico closed his eyes as he tried to decipher anything else. However, their voices began to blur with one another. “A sibling fight, I think,” he mumbled. Tobias often mentioned that he and his brothers get along, though he also complained about how his older siblings fight almost every other day, and he was dragged alongside their mess. Nico shook his head and went to take a peek through the gaps of the blinders. He wanted to check if things were not as bad as he suspected. To his surprise, he found nobody. There were voices, sure, but they were not visible anymore. “Did they move to another room, or—?”

Right beside him, the back door swung open. He did not have enough time to get away, so Nico fell on his arse and stared.

He was caught.

Nico felt his hands tremble as he looked up. Standing before him were three men. One of whom was Tobias, and two who he presumed to be Dante and Jason. The shock of being caught was superseded by confusion about what he was looking at. He did not know if it was the lighting or the lack of sleep, but looking at them felt wrong.

The first thing he noticed was that their bodies were pressed against each other. So much so that they appeared to be a single, hulking unit. Nico tried to consider the lighting, but when his eyes moved downward, it became more difficult to explain. They looked like they only had a single pair of legs. They might look thick and powerful, but it was still a single pair of legs. It did not match up! How could three men only show up with... with a shared lower half?

“Nico!” Tobias exclaimed, sounding quite surprised. He looked up and down at his friend. “Wh-what on—what are y-you doing here?” he asked, voice cracked and pitched.

Nico waved with a shaky hand. There were plentiful things he wanted to say, but words all clogged up his throat. It did not help that he remained stupefied at what—exactly—he was looking at.

First things first, Nico focused on Tobias. He looked almost the same as when he was at university. ‘Almost’ was the key word here. More than half of his body was gone. From the waist below, there were only two legs. And yet there were three of them, Tobias included. And the right half of his torso was gone. Half of his chest, a shoulder and arm, and the waist... it looked as though he was submerged in the man behind him. Angled somewhat inward, with their respective navels so close to each other. But even then, the older male was not exactly behind Tobias, per se. More like their torsos did not align in a singular file; his top half was on the back row of sorts.

Nico made motions with his hands, yet found himself unable to convey what he wanted to point out. His throat was bone-dry. This was one of those incomprehensible things that cannot be explained. No words, and no thought. Only pure confusion. His mouth twitched upward, trying to make sense of things while keeping a happy face. It was the least he could do however forced it may seem. He shifted his gaze away from Tobias to the biggest man of the triad, then to the one hanging on their right. Still nothing. It pained him to say he was too scared to point out their oddities.

The fact neither of the three was screaming for help only further addled his brain.

“Okay, this is getting boring. Are we just going to look at him?” snapped the guy on the rightmost end.

Nico gasped when he grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and was dragged into the house. The shouts from the other two pretty much showed their protests on the stance. Either way, he was now inside their home. Nico yowled the moment his arse landed on the cold, tiled floor with a thud. The surprise on his face was gone, now morphed into a scowl while he rubbed his abused bottom before looking up.

“I am so sorry for all this,” said the one in the middle.

Nico blinked as he looked at the calmest guy in the group, mouth wide open. The man was huge before, but now under proper lighting, he could say that he... he was big. Both the broad shoulders and massive height and size were noticeable. And his face sent sparks down his spine. Nico could not help but be drawn to his face. It was handsome and friendly. He had bright brown almond-shaped eyes, a slightly hooked nose, and a smile that evoked calmness and patience. Freckles dusted his face and neck, and he had this wavy dark brown hair that encapsulated his calming presence.

“Um... hi?” Nico mustered a response. He looked at the man who looked the most ‘complete’ out of the three. His body showed both arms, and his torso was fully intact. Nico believed he was talking to the ‘main’ owner of the legs. Not only did they match his appearance, skin tone and all, but the two guys on his sides looked halfway submerged into his body.

He smiled back and nodded in affirmation. “Hello,” he said with that deep, saccharine voice, “you’re Nico, correct? Toby’s friend? Well, this makes things easy!”

“Hahaha... yeah?”

“Toby told us everything about you,” he continued, chuckling while he placed a hand on Tobias’s shoulder. The way the two shook along with his laughter only made their bodily connection pronounced. “Sorry if our first meeting was strange, but we can explain! My name is Dante, by the way. Again, sorry if you got to see all of... this,” he gestured at their joint body.

Now that they were in a brightly lit room, Nico had a proper chance to look at them. As in, to look at their strange body. First were their clothes. He half-expected a sewn-together shirt, but no. They were shirtless, which made looking at them both difficult and easy. The only clothing they had on were the boxer shorts.

He eyed the conjoined upper half of the body. As he noticed earlier, Tobias and the other male’s torsos were partially submerged in Dante’s body. Their skins looked seamlessly smooth, with no signs of stitches or scarring. It appeared natural as if they had been born conjoined to each other. Even with Tobias’s tawny complexion, Dante’s fair olive skin tone, and the other man’s pale white.

“Can’t believe you’re falling for a snoop, Toby,” remarked the man on the right, eyeing Tobias with... pity? He then swerved his attention back to Nico. “The name’s Jason.”

Nico furrowed his brows as he greeted back. Unlike Tobias’s quiet presence or Dante’s calming demeanour, this guy sounded angry. Bored, maybe, or at least irritated. Still full of rage, Nico supposed.

Much like Tobias, Jason’s body was somewhat submerged in Dante’s. And yet he has more than the former. Jason was missing a left arm and shoulder, but still had both of his pectorals and most of his abdomen. Granted, his left pec was squeezing against Dante’s pillowy and busty chest. Their nipples were in such proximity and lightly touching one another.

Nico had to admit that Jason was just as handsome as Dante. Not that he plans to pick someone other than Tobias, of course! He had an angular face accompanied by deep-set eyes that were a dark hazel. His messy, dark blond hair and chinstrap beard were a charm in themselves. And unlike Dante’s thick body, Jason was leaner, though no less muscular. While the former has this wide body that takes up space, his was packed into a smaller scale.

“And where do you think you’re looking at?!” Jason snarled, ready to step forward but held back by his companions.

Nico blinked, then shook his head. “Uh, sorry. I kind of zoned out. I didn’t mean to stare at those chests—erm, I mean...”

Jason clicked his tongue, clearly annoyed. “Tch. Are you sure, Toby? This guy?”

“He’s a close friend, Jay! You know that,” Tobias replied with a frown.

“Okay, you two, calm down.” Dante put his hands on their shoulders and pulled them apart as they physically could. “It’s bad enough we’re fighting each other, but in front of a guest?” The disappointment in his voice betrayed the calm countenance.

Nico watched as the meltdown continued, and the supposed siblings quarrelled. Well, Jason and Tobias, at least. He looked down at their legs, and he found it a curious thing. Their legs seemed to react to the three of them all at once. It shifted to and fro—relaxing while stepping backward, straightening up, and ready to charge forward. And sometimes shaking in place, as if confused about what to do.

“So... could somebody explain what’s going on?” Nico stood up and brushed the dirt off his jeans. “I mean, it was nice meeting you two, but what... what is all this?” he gestured at their appearance with exaggerated waving.

Dante, Jason, and Tobias stopped what they were doing and looked at each other. Hushed words were exchanged as they, for once, cooperated. Nico, likewise, stood awkwardly at the side, waiting for any response.

“Well,” Dante began, “of course we can explain and, uh, give you the answers you want. Come with us.”

Nico nodded, following them as they led him upstairs. He recognised right away they were entering Tobias’s room. But now, he realised that it was their room, collectively. No wonder, his friend had clothes and items that looked out of place.

Dante, Jason, and Tobias sat down on the edge of the bed, while Nico sat by the chair right next to the study desk.

Nico looked at them again with a curious gleam in his eyes. It was off-putting to see their bodies so close to each other. And yet, none of them looked uncomfortable being in each other’s personal space. Either they have known one another for so long that being this close did not affect them, or they were now accustomed to each other.

“So! Where to begin?” Dante laughed. “We already did introductions... but anyway, I’m Dante, you’ve already met Tobias, and the grump one is Jason. And as you can see, we’re not like any other people. We’re—”

“A freak of nature,” Jason supplied, though he did receive a whack on the head by Dante.

“... intimately connected,” Dante finished.

“And how did this happen?” Nico asked, leaning forward, hands clasped together and used to prop his chin. “If you don’t mind, that is.”

“Well,” Dante scratched the back of his neck, “I think you already figured out that we’re not related.”

“No shit, Sherlock.”

“Jay, stop that!”

“But we get along pretty well, don’t we?” Dante put his arms around Jason and Tobias, squeezing them together with a chokehold. The latter two squirmed as they pleaded to surrender. Dante let them go and continued. “Anyway, it might come to you as a shock, but we were held ransom a few years ago.”

“What?!” Nico stood up abruptly, almost toppling the chair. He felt his throat becoming bone-dry at the thought of Tobias being in danger. “Wh-why did... what could they gain from it?!”

“We didn’t think it was intentional,” Tobias answered. “We might have been at the wrong place at the wrong time. Something about smuggling dangerous chemicals and a raid to the criminal hideout.”

“Smuggling? Criminal hideout?!”

Jason rolled his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Are you seriously going to parrot every word?” he berated. “Whatever, but yeah. They even had us tied up in a dark, musty room.”

“And then what happened?”

Dante sighed. “The criminals were in a panic. We think they’ve been found and were in a hurry to leave. We thought we were saved, but then... one of them threw liquid at us. It must have been the chemical they were smuggling, and we began changing. Our bodies melted like it was nothing.”

“Yeah, it was no joke,” Jason said. “We remember it vividly. Our bodies turned to liquid while we cried for help. I recall that at one point, I even stopped thinking. Who can, after being turned into goo.”

Tobias nodded in understanding. “But get this: we reformed, somewhat. Seems like our melted bodies pooled together, and we emerged... quite differently than before.”

“Different is an understatement!” Nico exclaimed. “What the fuck... you all probably have died back then!” he began pacing across the floor, unable to comprehend the horrors the three of them went through.

“We did, sorta,” Dante let out a hollow laugh. “When we reformed back to human... or as human as we could be, we looked like this.” he gestured at their conjoined body. “Three guys with two legs. It didn’t help that we were strangers forced into an odd situation. We had our own lives, and it’s not like we can waltz back to it when we can’t get away from each other. Like, look at us. We’re a mishmash of different people.” Dante shook his head, and his face was marred with a frown. “At that time, I was supposed to be with my dad. We’re about to celebrate getting my first job.”

“I was looking for a job back then,” Jason piped up. “I lived in an orphanage. And as an older kid, I thought I could help by getting work. It didn’t work out, of course.”

“And I was just about to finish high school,” said Tobias. “My grandparents were so proud, but I...”

“Hold on for a moment, Toby...” Nico furrowed his brow. “How did you appear in our classes together if you’re... like this? I’ve seen you plenty of times before, just you and without them. What happened then?”

“Oh, it was something we discovered while on a run,” Tobias answered. “It took some time and experimenting, but our new body allowed us to... absorb each other?”

The conjoined trio stood up and took a deep breath.

Nico watched as Dante and Jason’s features faded away. Their body distorted in size as they shrunk down into some amorphous goo that was being siphoned into Tobias’s body. Said disappearing mass somehow transformed and replaced the missing half of Tobias’s torso and right arm. Their legs also shifted to become shorter and smaller, suited for the shortest of the trio.

Before he knew it, there were only two of them in the room.

“See? Like this.” Tobias spun in place with his arms outstretched. “Dante and Jason were still with me, but right now, this body is ‘mine’.”

They began to change again, this time, morphing into a bigger body shape. Tobias’s head disappeared under the fleshy mass and out came Dante. They gained height and weight, along with the muscles that came with his strapping body. “And we can switch between who gets to have an ‘alone’ time outside,” Dante explained. “Sometimes they would let their torso stay inside me, while their heads sit comfortably next to mine.”

As if to demonstrate, Dante’s head shifted slightly to the left, and Jason’s head appeared. Now, they looked like your typical two-headed man, though with only Dante’s bodily features.

“That’s crazy,” Nico commented. The pseudo-brothers being able to change their outward appearance was not something he had in mind. No, scratch that. The whole backstory was something ludicrous, so there’s that to consider.

“So, do we get a move on, or does this stalker guy still need more Q and A?” Jason asked.

Nico’s inquisitive nature did not falter with the jab. His eyes were trained at their shared body with unnatural curiosity. Seeing it move, react, and be controlled by three people simultaneously was an anomaly. The shapeshifting did not help, either. It only bolstered his want for answers.

Dante and Tobias felt their face erupt with a burning shade of red. The former looked away from Nico’s inquisitive gaze whereas the latter clenched and unclenched their shared right hand. The only part he was able to control at the moment. Their legs, however, seemed to sense both of their whims. It was a cross between shaking and moving, to flat-out staying still.

“You are strange,” Jason commented, exhausted from dealing with Nico. “Are you going to prod and study us like some sort of insect?”

“Jay! No, he’s just curious,” Dante defended the other, still avoiding eye contact. “I admit this is embarrassing, but it’s not like he’ll do worse.”

Tobias’s head resurfaced, now settled on Dante’s left. “I know you got reservations, Jason, but he won’t do any harm. He’s weird like that. Weird, but friendly.”

Despite the other two’s commentary, Tobias remained unconvinced. He made sure that Nico kept his distance from him and his mates. The man went as far as baring his teeth and letting out a growl, warning and daring Nico to come close.

“Jay! Jason, chill!”

“Oh, come on... this guy’s a creep! What, you want him to press his face to our body so he gets a real close look?!”

“Only if you’re okay!” Nico blurted out, his eyes wide as his grin.

“Ah... I mean,” Dante was at a loss for words, unable to come up with anything as he stared back at Nico. He took a sharp breath before looking down again. “S-sure, I guess. Not that I think it’s cute or—”

“You are hopeless!” Jason jeered, shoving Dante’s head lightly.

“It’s not that bad, I suppose,” Tobias spoke up. “Nico has gentle hands, you know?”

“And you are equally hopeless!”

But with two-thirds of the conjoined trio in favour, Jason watched in disdain as they walked towards Nico. The latter already had one hand outstretched. On the very moment his hand made contact, Nico spared no second moving his hand here and there. He spread his fingers wide and moved with a gentle caress. Studying each bump, gliding through the semi-hairy body, feeling every bit of it. There was no space he did not try touching, from the crook of their necks to where the trio’s skin melded. Nico explored it all, inputting every detail into his mind.

“Your body is so soft and warm,” Nico commented as he began massaging Dante’s big, fat pecs. Which, in turn, were also felt by Jason and Tobias. “Like a pillow...”

The conjoined triad closed their eyes. Dante and Tobias wanted Nico to keep going, but Jason did not. It was an awkward moment when they did not know what to do or react. Each stroke of a hand brought shivers. Every caress gave goosebumps. The first two felt the need to come closer, while the remainder felt like an outsider in his own body, vetoed by his brothers.

Nico felt himself getting aroused as he continued to study their body. He could feel them quiver beneath his touch, prompting him to be gentle. It was an experience seeing this anomalous body up close and personal. Addictive, even. Their body was human through and through, he reckons. But there was something that made it feel non-human. It was either the softness or the low body temperature.

He put more force on his touch, and watched in morbid fascination as his arm sank into their body.

“What the hell?!” Jason shouted, causing Dante and Tobias to snap out of their little fantasy and look what made Jason react that way.

Dante gasped as he saw Nico’s arm submerged, elbow-deep, into them. “Oh, god...”

“Is this normal when someone gets too handsy on you guys?” Nico asked. He pulled and pulled, but he was firmly attached to them. Even the lines where their skin meets his began to melt and fade.

Dante, Jason, and Tobias were quick to work. They put their hands on Nico and pushed him away from them. To their horror, their hands began to fuse themselves on Nico’s body. The latter’s clothes became ripped, allowing more skin to mould and melt.

The fusion happened faster than any of them anticipated. Nico’s left arm fused with Jason’s right arm. Meanwhile, both his legs were being absorbed into their thick thighs. The gap between Nico and the conjoined trio diminished with each passing second until both their torsos were touching.

Nico was both scared and aroused. The skin-to-skin contact from their shared form appealed to him. He wanted to feel his body merge with theirs, but his mind told him to flee. It made him freeze in place—not pulling away, yet not resisting the inevitable absorption.

“Did we break him? I think we did,” Jason commented. He was trying to shove and flail his hand, but it was not letting go of Nico’s forearm. It had coalesced into a single, branching limb.

“Nico, can you hear us?” Tobias asked, concerned about his friend. “You got that odd smile on your face again.”

Dante, on the other hand, was in no position to respond. He felt sweat trickle down his back as the urgency of the situation became apparent. He could feel his brothers’ ragged breathing matched his. Their panic and worry blend with his own emotions. A drawback to their fusion—the intensity of their separate feelings multiplied by three.

“How are we even doing this?!” Tobias shouted. There was helplessness in his voice, watching Nico’s skin merge with theirs. At this point, it was impossible to determine where they divided.

“I admit I don’t know,” Jason replied, his tough cold tone, breaking into a brief falsetto. “Nico, what the fuck, man?! Do something, or you’ll get stuck with us, and I don’t want that! Like, it’s a personal thing, dude! Get off!” Regardless of what he was saying, Jason was greeted by calmness. Even as their skins, muscles, and tissues rip and meld and stitch themselves together. A part of him was disappointed at the lack of response. But he had to admit that Nico had the guts to accept what seemed impossible.

“No, no... it’s fine, guys,” Nico said as their skins stitched together. He was sinking fast and could not even feel his back. His left shoulder kept moving with every move Jason made whereas the right half of his body and his legs were still as stone. It was also impossible for him to look in any direction, with how his face squished between the curves of Dante’s chest.

The prickly sensations finally reached his neck, and the fear of disappearing caught up to Nico. However, he found it too late to make a noise, as skin covered his mouth. Only then did he start to struggle.

Dante, Jason, and Tobias struggled to stand up once Nico began thrashing about. The muffled shouts from his sealed mouth went mute as Nico’s head disappeared into their body. The brothers found themselves able to stand still properly again, but the tension in the air was thick and heavy.

“Nico?” Tobias asked, his voice barely above a whisper. “Nico, are you still... alive?” There was unease at the use of that word, ‘alive’.

“He must be, because no way I’m responsible for this!” Jason shouted. He looked at his right arm, inspecting it with scrutiny. Nico’s left arm assimilated into his limb, but it felt as if nothing had changed. This was still his arm, through and through. “Damn, it stinks to be that guy who is now in our guts.”

“Don’t phrase it like that,” Dante scolded.

“What? It’s the truth, ain’t it?”

Before either Dante or Tobias could react, the trio lurched forward. They all clutch their shared stomach at this odd sensation coming from inside. This deep rumbling made them tremble, and not long after, Nico poked his head out, gasping for air.

“Nico!”

“Damn, you’re alive, you stalker!”

“Oh, thank god you’re okay!” They all shouted simultaneously.

Nico was breathing heavily, taking up as much air as he could. He pushed himself forward, though the trio’s skin was still attached to his. No, scratch that. It was his skin too. He looked to his left and saw Tobias, teary-eyed. “Hey,” Nico greeted.

Then, he was swamped by four arms enveloping his naked torso, but Nico did not flinch. It was a warm feeling altogether.

“We were so worried,” Dante said, hugging him tighter. “We’re sorry we kinda—”

“Drown me?” Nico chuckled. “It’s fine, really! But hang on, I’m still halfway stuck... Let me just...” He pulled and pulled, but it was no use. Trying to get his body away was different this time. Before, it was like swimming through thick, viscous mud. This time, Nico felt free and light. And yet he was trapped.

“Hate to break it to ya, bud, but I think you’re conjoined to the rest of us,” Jason said, flicking his finger on Nico’s forehead.

“I... wha—?” Nico swallowed his saliva. Conjoined to them? That could explain why he could feel the breeze on his back (does he even have a back?!), or that he felt like standing on two feet.

The young man began taking note of everything. First was his back, numb and heavy. Nico was certain his entire back was glued onto Dante’s abdomen. It did not help that he now realised the softness he felt on the back of his head was Dante’s pillowy chest. Second, his left arm was a no-show. It was buried from that specific spot where Tobias’s torso emerged from Dante’s body. On the literal other hand, his right arm was free; he only had one appendage that was not stuck onto something in any way, shape, or form. The same sentiment cannot be said for the rest of him, especially from the waist below. Nico looked down and saw he no longer had any legs. In fact, he was now sharing the very pair of legs that the three of them had. It even looked bigger, as if to accommodate the extra torso it had to support. All in all, his addition made the already-chaotic fusion even more strange than it should be.

“... welcome to the club, Nico,” Jason said flatly. “On the bright side, you now know what it feels like to be conjoined first-hand.”

“Now’s not the time, Jay!” Dante scolded.

“Why, though? You two have your eyes on him, so why not have him up close and personal?”

“That. Is. Not. The. Case!” Tobias sputtered. “Completely irrelevant!”

Nico felt himself sway back and forth. Their shared legs took uncoordinated steps, most likely from the three vying for control over the other. He could feel every inch of their movement. Their lungs were one and the same. Likewise, he was made aware of the shifting of muscles from each motion. If he did not know any better, it was like he sprouted limbs that he could not control.

“This is unexpected but cool, though,” Nico mumbled. The slack of movement and the intake of sharp breath told him he said it out loud.

“Y-you think this is cool?” Dante leaned forward as much as he physically could. Even with Nico sticking out of his chest and stomach, he kept in mind the newest limitation to their overall flexibility. “You’re kind of stuck with us. Isn’t this—aren’t you—”

“The guy likes it,” Jason shook his head, a wry smile on his face. “This damned idiot ended up liking it.”

“I don’t mind at all,” Nico said. “Toby and I are as thick as thieves, and Dante seemed like an easy-going guy. Plus, I doubt you hate me, Jason, now do you?”

Jason clicked his tongue but did not say anything else.

“Oh, Nico...” Tobias cupped Nico’s face and turned it in his direction. They gazed into each other’s eyes, and the momentary silence left a bitter taste in their tongues. “It’s not as glamorous as you think... we got no privacy, rely on each other for the littlest things, and—”

“No, no... it’s fine, Toby, I promise.” Nico traced a finger along the latter’s cheek. “You three lived through this, and you all seemed fine. It’ll take some getting used to, but it’ll be a learning experience.”

“Good luck,” Jason snorted. “This is still uncharted territory for us, too. The three of us spent more than a year trying to get used to us being trapped with ‘us’. And now, it’s your turn.”

“Just play nice, okay?” Dante turned his attention back to Nico. “By the way, you’re probably going to need to get used to our... I don’t know how to describe this, goo-like body?”

“Yeah, I realised it’s unnaturally cold and soft. I always thought Tobias just had cool hands, but now... this makes sense?”

“Well, you’re not off the mark. That transformation did change almost everything about us,” Dante replied.

“By the way, are there other changes to your—our—body? Allergy, or things like that?” Nico asked the trio, looking at each of them with palpable excitement.

“I mean, there is one other change we didn’t get to talk much...”

“Yeah, Jay? What kind of—oh!!” Nico’s eyes widened when Jason snaked his hand to fondle their underwear. How it survived the merging process, he did not know. Only then did Nico gain awareness of what was packing down there. He could feel them... all four cocks, bundled in tight-fitting boxers. “Woah, I mean... wow... I c-can’t believe it is...”

Tobias and Dante followed suit and began touching Nico. They were feeling and groping his chest and stomach, letting their hands glide through his skin. Nico shuddered; they all did under those butterfly touches.

“Don’t see any reason to keep you waiting, huh?” Jason grabbed the boxer shorts from the waistband and pulled it downward.

Nico held back a gasp, eyeing the four-ish cocks growing out of their crotch. On the centre was the biggest, thickest cock among the four. Bigger than any he had seen before. It curled somewhat upward, but that was not what made it interesting. Directly to its right was a smaller cock, but by no means it paled in comparison. Quite literally, they were sharing the same sheath, making their difference more pronounced. What it lacked in girth, it made up for in its length. Flanked on each side were two other penises, which Nico recognised as Tobias’s and his own. These four cocks came with huge hairy ball sacks that Nico had to admit he could feel their weight.

All four of them were rubbing each other; not a lick of privacy for each of them. In addition to Nico’s increasing awareness of its positioning... well, he did not expect such intimacy from their private parts.

Nico reached to touch the biggest pair, and they all shuddered. He was keenly aware of sharing the same sensations with the others, but this was a whole new level of intensity. The cocks were too sensitive, enough that they all leaked pre-cum with one touch.

“Yeah, about that...” Dante chucked. “Did you... like what you’re seeing?”

“Or feeling?” Tobias leaned next to him with a whisper.

Nico stammered, unable to form a cohesive sentence, much less a word. He watched with wide eyes as Jason wrapped his hand around the bigger pair of conjoined cocks. His grip was strong and rough—just like how Nico liked it. Tobias helped by squeezing their balls, while Dante continued moving his hand around their joint torso while using the other to help Jason. Nico’s mind registered each independent movement. He could feel the muscles at work and sense touching and being touched simultaneously. The young man shuddered not only from being touched but also from Dante’s soft moans and whimpers. Each sound the older man made was felt through their bones.

It did not take long for him to help his new brothers explore their newly-adjusted body with his hand. He noted every bump and crevice, still in awe from the seamless transition from one man to another. No gap between their skins suggests being artificially fused. Instead, it all felt natural.

Their breathing became more ragged the longer it went. The masturbating, the groping, the touching... all of them shared and expanded between four minds in a neural implosion of senses. The heightened sensitivity they shared messed up their brains, and their body was not responding the way either of them wanted to. Jason wanted to move their hips back and forth; Dante wanted to arch their back; Tobias, on the other hand, wanted them to curl up; Nico, instead, wanted them to stand still. Such inaction was a tease, provoking them to submission but were unable to do so.

Nico felt the sweat trickle down their skin, its dampness making their anomalous body shine. Their breathing and heartbeat were irregular and uneven, and their limbs twitched whenever. He admits it felt so perverse doing a sensual and private act alongside three other men, but he was a part of them as much as they were a part of him. Besides, they have done this before. Doing this with a plus one is not much of a change to their routine.

Dante and Jason continued jerking their cocks with irregular movements; Jason went faster and harder, while Dante had a softer grip, though more sensual than the former. Despite the disparity, they all shuddered and fell to their knees. Cum was leaking through all four twitching cocks. Such was the problem with four men stuck together—they were all bound in one body that could not handle four different autonomous responses. They jolted back and forth, either to drop on all fours or rest their back against the bed.

It was not until Nico felt a different kind of movement. Not the same as before, fighting against each other. This one was unnatural. He looked from side to side and realised it was Jason and Tobias. They were making use of their goo-like consistency to close in on him.

“Nico, I... I always...” Tobias gulped and moved his head closer until it was mere inches away from the other. “I dreamt of kissing you... wanting you to be mine,” he confessed.

“Hey now, Toby, don’t hog your little friend,” Jason grumbled, planting soft kisses on Nico’s neck, making his way from the base going upward.

Nico, meanwhile, froze in place. The two men’s hot breath tickled his cheeks. He was trapped between two hungry men who looked at him like a meal, ready to be ravished in more ways than one. He suppressed a gasp when Jason went and grabbed his face and sealed his mouth with a kiss, tongue and all. Just like how he handled their cocks, it was rough and full of vitality. So eager and angry like he was.

Of course, Tobias did not back away. From the moment Nico moved his head away to take a breather, Tobias likewise swerved his head until they looked at each other face to face. He leaned in for a kiss. It was softer and meek. Gentle with its caress, like a first taste of sweets.

Nico remained complacent as Jason and Tobias fought over for his attention. They settled for a three-way kiss. Dante, however, was now using both his hands to continue masturbating their leaking members. Nico found it onerous to pinpoint what went on when it felt like everything was happening at once.

“Dammit, guys, come on and help!” Dante huffed.

The four penises have merged into one ginormous member. It was as thick as their thighs and long as their forearm. Nico could not tell, but it was more than ten inches. Maybe even twelve. Whatever the case, it was certainly more profound than before. And if the amount of cum leaking out of it was any indication, its virility for sure improved.

All five of their hands reached to hold their now-singular cock. They jerked it with gusto, milking every ounce of pleasure they could at their collective sensations. The quad let out a stream of hot cum, letting it drip on the floor as they collapsed backward, weary and slightly more alert.

“Is this something you commonly do with each other?” Nico asked, his chest rising and falling along with the rest, who were just as spent as he was.

Dante, Jason, and Tobias chuckled at the question before they wrapped their arms around Nico. At least as best as they could with their current bodily arrangement.

“Get used to it,” Tobias winked, licking his lips as he once more invaded Nico’s space. “Four men, four times the sensation, but also four times the stamina.”

Nico’s surprise was evident when he saw their still-fused cocks got hard all over again.

“A-are you sure?” he asked.

“Yeah, we’re sure,” Jason answered.

“And we won’t have it any other way,” Dante added as he, too, began stimulating themselves all over again.

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