Boytaur cream

The big, heavy glass bottle of boytaur cream had been lovingly unwrapped when it arrived, much to Damon’s and Jim’s excitement. It could be rubbed on as well as drunk, and it was wonderful, powerful stuff.

And so it was. Jim’s legs, clean and fresh after his shower, were sleek with the cream. Damon, also naked and freshly showered, had massaged it on Jim’s legs, hardly able to wait for Jim’s beautiful legs to double themselves.

Jim loved having the heavy, pleasantly scented cream rubbed all over his long-muscled, handsome runner’s legs.

Damon had also drunk a half a quart of the delicious boytaur cream, and as it worked on his mind, he concentrated his thoughts, in order to work the changes on Jim that Damon had always lusted for.

Now, getting ready to mentally activate the boytaur cream on Jim’s legs, Damon looked at Jim in his white terrycloth robe as he brushed his teeth before the sink. He was so handsome. How handsome he would be as a boytaur! He imagined them making love as no one had ever made love before or ever would again.

And yet, that was not the prime attraction, awesome as it was. Just imagining Jim four-legged gave Damon a pleasant buzz of arousal, and awakened that familiar tang of desire in his body. It made Damon want to be four-legged as well, for himself as well as for Jim.

Jim was definitely attracted to Damon’s long, shapely legs as well, and when they had talked about possibly becoming boytaurs, they finally ordered the boytaur cream when Jim admitted that he kind of went off the deep end for Damon when he imagined Damon four-legged.

Damon was the same way about Jim—Jim’s handsome young runner’s legs were so strong and shapely in their masculine long-muscled way, and imagining him in four of them, well, it was hard to put words to it.

Wouldn’t that white robe be attractive if it were draped over Jim’s boytaur hindquarters, with four of Jim’s attractive legs keeping company among themselves, four of his good looking bare feet absently snuggling together as he stood there brushing his teeth?

And so it was. Damon was amazed at how easily it happened. His wish came true.

Jim continued to brush his teeth, there in his white terrycloth robe, standing there on four bare human feet, the robe riding up a bit on his extended hindquarters, and with his four handsome legs looking so sexy. It was attractively draped over his boytaur hindquarters, with four of his attractive legs keeping company among themselves, four of his good looking bare feet absently snuggling together as he stood there brushing his teeth.

Jim smiled at Damon, his smile thickened with the toothpaste foam on his lips. Jim tried to speak, the thick toothpaste foam garbling his beautiful voice.

“Whuurru lmmkng ammpt?” he said, his eyebrows raised. Damon knew he meant, “What are you looking at?”

“Your four legs, and your four bare feet,” Damon said. “You know I love seeing you with four of them!”

“Thmmkff,” Jim gurgled, smiling. Damon knew he meant, “Thanks!”

This was fun, Damon thought. Damon’s head was buzzing with arousal from the intense creative power the boytaur cream gave him over Jim’s legs, Jim’s body, and Jim’s entire beautiful being.

A mad, wonderfully lustful thought entered Damon’s boytaur cream-crazed mind.

What if there were several of Jim, and if they liked to make love to each other? Damon closed his eyes with the intensity of the thought, and felt his penis explode with come, at the sexiness and the incredible power of the erotic vision. He opened his eyes, gasping for breath.

And so it was! A pair of four-legged Jims stumbled on their four bare feet past the four-legged Jim brushing his teeth at the sink; the two naked four-legged Jims were laughing, fresh and dripping wet from the shower, where they and another couple of Jims were making love.

Damon also heard Jim laughing in the bedroom, and turned to look in on him—or rather, them. Several of him were piled on the huge oversized bed, a mass of legs, because they were all four-legged. Jim was sexy when he kissed himself, and Jims were lost in kisses all over the room.

“How are you doing?” one of them asked Damon.

“This is so hot,” Damon answered, meaning it! He closed his eyes, burning with desire, and made another mental command, one he had dreamed of all his life.

He opened his eyes. Damon’s wish came true! He could feel them beneath him, radiating gentle warmth. Damon now had four legs, too!

“Damn, dude!” Jim said, finishing up at the sink as the other Jims walked all their legs into the bedroom to join with the others. “You look sooo hot!”

“You, too!” Damon said, perspiring with arousal as he looked at his four-legged Jim in his white terrycloth robe. Damon stood there on his own four sexy human legs, quite aroused, and had to catch his breath, brushing a hair from his forehead with his—foot!

“Damon, what happened to your hands? They’re feet!” Jim shouted joyfully, liking what he saw. He was going over the edge, aroused at the sight of his beautiful Damon’s four legs, and seeing how beautiful Damon’s smooth, shapely feet were as they graced the wrists of his beautiful arms, heavy and masculine male feet weighing down Damon’s fine wrists.

“Omigod, Damon, I like you with wristfeet,” Jim said, wanting to take Damon’s handsome wristfeet in his hands. But as Jim went to grasp his wristfeet, he realized his hands had turned to feet as well!

Jim’s were bigger than Damon’s, handsome copies of his four other feet, just like Damon’s were copies of his own four beautiful feet.

“You, too!” Damon said, his beautiful face wide-eyed with astonishment.

“This is soooo sexy,” Jim giggled.

“I guess we could play patty-cake,” Damon giggled in return, looking at his sexy heavy male wristfeet as they dangled from his slender wrists.

Jim laughed, trying to hold Damon’s sexy wristfeet in his own masculine wristfeet. It felt so odd to have these large male feet attached to his wrists, so much longer and heavier than his hands had been. His wristfeet felt very tingly and sexy against Damon’s.

He pressed his wristfeet around Damon’s and pulled them to his lips, kissing his wristfoot toes, and nuzzling their smooth, graceful arches.

“Mmmmmmm,” he said.

Damon liked it too.

“Now we’re both six-footers,” Damon laughed.

They walked on their sets of four legs, still clumsily caressing and feeling each other’s wristfeet, and climbed with them and their four legs onto the huge bed, among all the handsome four-legged Jims who lay together kissing each other and worshipping each other’s sets of four legs, and all their beautiful male feet. They were wristfooted, as well, and so aroused!

Damon and Jim knelt on their four legs, facing each other on the bed, feeling kind of sexy, because it does feel very sexy to kneel on four legs, feeling your hind legs brushing up against your front legs and looking down and seeing four good-looking legs under you.

Jim was aroused and so was Damon, and both of them realized how good looking each of them was four-legged and wristfooted.

“Well, let’s try playing patty cake,” Damon giggled. “Shouldn’t be too hard, with these big feet attached to our wrists.”

Jim waved his big, well-shaped wristfeet around a little. They were much heavier than his hands had been. He could feel the breeze on the big sleek wristfeet as he waved them, so heavy at the ends of his arms, taxing his wrists with their weight.

“They’re kind of awkward,” he said, feeling how odd yet sexy it was when he touched them together. How strange but erotic to feel big male feet touching, when they were at the end of his arms. They were handsome, too, he couldn’t help observing.

He noticed Damon looking at them, his own more slender wristfeet hanging from his wrists, but still too big for them. Damon’s lips were slightly parted. He was turned on, too.

“So, it might be fun,” Damon said.

Jim touched one of his wristfeet to one of Damon’s. It was a heavy touch, clumsy but gentle and electric. A foot against his foot, his wristfoot.

They both giggled and gave it a try.

“Patty cake, patty cake, baker’s man…”

They both laughed. The wristfeet were heavy and slow, and they were having a hard time aiming them at each other. When they did clap against each other, it was awkward and out of rhythm, because they weren’t used to having their wrists burdened with the added weight and length of wristfeet.

Some of the other Jims were trying it among themselves, their big handsome wristfeet clumsily trying to coordinate while their lips moved to the words of the pattycake game.

“This is soo stupid!” Damon giggled, holding a wristfoot to his mouth as he laughed.