Conflicting thoughts warred in Zeke’s mind. This can’t be happening, part of him said as the four-armed, three-legged form of David ushered him towards the dance floor. And yet it is, because it’s magic came the reply of a more rational-sounding thought.
But magic doesn’t exist!
Except it does, and you just used it to conjure yourself a new pair of legs. You understand it all; you know it’s true.
Getting it and being used to it aren’t the same thing.
Zeke was snapped out of his thoughts as six arms wrapped around him. “Zeke, glad you could make it!” Mark’s voice said. Zeke returned the hug and looked down to see that Mark still looked like himself, but now had six arms with a torn Spider-Man suit hanging around his waist. “You make an awesome genie; the blue skin looks great on you!”
Zeke blinked and looked down at himself. He hadn’t even realized that his skin was now a bright blue that sparkled as if covered in small stars. He reached up to his face and was glad to feel there was no goatee there, and even gladder to feel his hair still sitting messily atop his head. He came too as he saw Mark standing with his six arms spread wide. “I could say the same about you,” he managed to say, trying to avoid looking to between Mark’s legs as he felt the definitely-larger-than-it-had-been member between his own starting to swell. Guess being a genie has its advantages.
“Enough talking, let’s dance!” Jason Rasmin said as he flipped up and threw his hands in the air. Zeke was taken aback by how naturally Justin shot his hands up, or rather down, to start serving as their legs and move with the beat of the music.
After a moment Zeke smiled and started to sway himself, before bumping into someone and stepping on something that felt long and damp.
“Sorry, I’ve got four left feet!” Colin said as the tube of flesh that Zeke had stepped on twisted out of the way. Zeke turned to see the Chinese bodybuilder blushing as he curled a tentacle up and rubbed it with his hand. Zeke didn’t have to look down to know Colin was half octopus—he’d definitely outdone Jeff’s merman costume this year!
Speaking of Jeff, Zeke heard something wet slapping in tune to the music and turned around—taking in all sorts of combinations of people from various conjoined models to another guy with six arms, though he had six pecs to match whereas Mark only had the original two, to a naga, an ice demon, and some other kinds of centaurs—to see Jeff standing with his legs turned into a long fish tail, but standing on his tailfin and slapping it rhythmically to the beat. Jeff saw Zeke staring and waved as an amalgam of at least five people all in one ringed body passed through to make their way to the food table where a leg wheel and a drider seemed to be conversing.
Zeke waved back and turned to see Steve dancing on four human legs with Peter. While he had expected Peter to become some sort of anthro cow, the stud looked the same except for the giant pink udder that swayed where his cock and balls should have been. Zeke felt a twinge of sympathy at losing his manhood before he looked closer and realized that the udder didn’t have four teats but four cocks instead. Peter noticed Zeke staring and gave him a thumbs up, dancing his way over to the blue-skinned djinn.
“Care for some milk?” he asked saucily as they danced in front of each other. “It’s fresh.”
“No, I’m serious,” Peter said, laughing. “It gives milk! I can even do chocolate if I try. The man milk comes later,” he added with a wink.
“I wish you’d go bother someone else,” a voice said behind Zeke. He immediately snapped his fingers and Peter danced off towards someone whose back was to him. It looked like it might be Brandon, but Zeke couldn’t tell what his magical transformation was until he turned around and saw he had far too many eyes, noses, and mouths in various places on his face.
Zeke recoiled slightly, caught off guard by the Picasso-esque Brandon and turned to see Scott swaying next to him. Scott moved his hands and torso in time to the music, and, Zeke saw, his giant scorpion tail and claws, but his eight arachnid feet stayed planted on the ground. “It’s definitely an acquired taste,” Scott said as he tried to stifle a laugh at Zeke’s expression. “Brandon is hit-or-miss with a few of us. I hope he gets lucky tonight nonetheless.”
Zeke was about to open his mouth to ask what Scott meant when the answer came to his mind and he understood perfectly: the transformations were just the first part, to get everyone ready for the orgies. “So, when does the real fun begin?” he asked instead.
Scott shrugged his claws and upper arms. “Lucas and Thomas already went to find a room. Drider and Manspider—like from the comics—think they want to see if either of them can lay eggs.”
“Surprised you didn’t make it an arachnid party,” David said as he came up behind Scott, ducking under his tail to put his arms comfortably around Zeke, one over his shoulder and one at his waist. Scott shrugged but nodded and scuttled off, leaving Zeke to marvel at the way his legs worked in tandem. Zeke leaned into David and smiled as he saw Jacob Hodgson rolling up behind him—his lower half making him a motorcycle centaur. Motaur the voice of knowledge and understanding said in his head.
“I’d like to make my own party,” Zeke said as he turned and kissed his best friend, conjuring two more arms to hold him in turn.
“Your wish is my command,” David replied as he picked Zeke up and carried him bridal style out of the ballroom and further into the mansion.
“Hey, that’s my line!” Zeke protested while they made their way to a bedroom. They passed Mark and Jeff on the way out and Zeke motioned for them to follow over David’s shoulder. The six-armed man and merman immediately dropped the food they were carrying—which vanished before touching the ground—and fell in line, an empty look on their face. Zeke didn’t complain when they passed by Charlie coming out of a side room with Peter and Colin and Mark silently beckoned them to join.
By the time David had opened the door to a large bedroom, Peter, Colin, Charlie, Steve, Mark, Jeff, and the Rasmin twins had all tagged along with him and Zeke. “Guess we’re really going to get this part started,” David whistled as he saw the assortment of guys. Zeke smiled as their blank expressions were instantly replaced with lewd grins. I didn’t even have to entice them for that Zeke thought as he magicked the bed to be large enough to accommodate everyone and fell back on it with a mischievous grin. He smiled as he poofed away what little clothing they were all wearing and lay spread eagle on the bed.
“I’m going to enjoy this,” David said as he straddled Zeke with two legs while Zeke held his hips and Jason lay down next to them, his head level with Zeke’s. “I wish we all will,” the twin said as he kissed Zeke’s sides while Justin took David’s cock into his mouth. “You don’t need a wish for that,” Zeke promised, quickly conjuring a third arm just long enough to snap his fingers so he wouldn’t have to let go of David. He saw Colin dragging himself over to wrap a tentacle around David’s free cock while another probed at Zeke’s hole and yet another wrapped around Zeke’s manhood. Zeke moaned but it was stifled as he felt a large cock fill his mouth and looked up to see Peter kneeling above him, one of his cock teats in Zeke’s mouth, another in Jason’s, while he worked the remaining two with his hands. Zeke closed his eyes and began to suck, realizing he could still see everyone in the room, but all at once, as if he were looking down on everything.
Colin’s remaining tentacles were wrapped around Charlie, who had position himself behind the octopus and was pumping his equine shaft into the very center of Colin’s tentacles. Steve was kneeling behind David, guiding his cock into David’s left hole while Mark was putting his six hands to good use using one to finger David’s free hole, one to jack himself, one to jack Steve’s hind cock, another to finger Steve, and the remaining two to rub over anyone and everyone he could reach.
The room quickly descended into a chorus of moans as the men all pleasured each other, and all too quickly they were spraying—down throats, into asses, and all over each other, their musk filling the air. Someone wished that they could do this all night long, someone else that they could do it without making a mess, and yet someone else that they didn’t have to settle for one mouth or cock at a time. Zeke didn’t bother with any theatrics as each wish was granted, the cum evaporating off of those who didn’t want to be covered in it, or vanishing out of holes to make room for more, with none spilling onto sheets or anything else. Everyone found themselves lasting far longer, or coming much faster and more frequently, as time seemed to stand still. The best part of all, however, was when each man felt someone else ministering to him that hadn’t been before, and looked up to see everyone in the room duplicated several times over. The room was a choir of sexual ecstasy at that, and every Zeke smirked as the rest of the guys realized that they could feel everything that each of their various selves was doing with every other partner.
By the time the clock struck five and the sun was almost visible starting to rise far outside one of the many large windows on the mansion’s east side, there were at least a dozen of each man lying in a pile on top of one another, some as they had been before coming to the party, some with their transformations when they entered the room, some with the transformations of each other, and even some with the other transformations they had seen on the dance floor.
Zeke sighed contentedly as he beheld everything, deciding this was the best Halloween ever. I just wish it didn’t have to end he thought to himself as he basked in the afterglow of countless orgasms and a night of unparalleled pleasure. His smile stretched from ear to ear as an ensemble of voices echoed in his head. Your wish is my command…