Robby’s new legs

by Josh Dugan

All for love, this crazy young kid bi-locates and grows more of everything, but it gets out of control.

9 parts 7,589 words Added Jan 2006 Updated 22 Aug 2020 11k views 4.4 stars (5 votes)

Part 1 All for love, this crazy young kid bi-locates and grows more of everything, but it gets out of control. (added: 1 Jan 2006)
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7 Less is more, when less means four… (added: 22 Aug 2020)
Part 8
Part 9
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Part 1

Everyone was looking at Robby as he came running to meet me in his cutoffs and flip-flops.

“How do you like my new legs?” he smiled as he hugged me. He had four of them!

“How did you get four legs?” I asked him. He was taking off his flip flops to show me his four feet, and he took off his shirt to show me his new muscles and tan.

“The fortune teller,” he said. “Only the fortune teller didn’t do it, but said that I could wish upon the moon, for someone I love. So I wished upon the moon for you!”

I was kind of boned, and so were all the guys in the terminal. Robby is good looking to start with, but tan and muscled and with four bare feet he is awesome.

“For me?” I said, genuinely surprised.

“I just thought you’d like me this way.”

“I do!” I smiled, and Robby gave me another big hug, his tan body wonderful against mine. I patted his hind butt, loving him for doing such a crazy, sexy thing for me.

“They had to give me two seats, one for me and one for my hind legs, because I bumped my head on the overhead compartment when I sat with all four legs under me. They folded up the armrest so I could sit most of me in my seat and put my hind legs in the seat next to me. It was like someone’s legs were riding next to me, only they were mine!”

He was chattering joyfully, walking arm in arm with me, striding on his four tanned legs. I loved feeling my arm around his bare, muscular shoulders. “Lucky you had two pairs of cutoffs,” I said.

Later he fell asleep during the long, warm ride home in the back seat of the cab. Robby lay his big tanned torso on the seat cushion, his tanned arms folded on his chest, his four legs bent so he could rest his four beautiful feet in my lap as we rode along.

It was a nice ride, except the cab would swerve every now and then. The handsome young cab driver kept apologizing. “It’s hard to stop looking at his four legs,” he said.

“You’re not kidding,” I smiled, kissing one of Robby’s knees that was near my face. I put my arms around all four of Robby’s knees and hugged them to me, loving his four beautiful feet on me as he slept, tired from his journey.

 

Part 2

As Robby slept, lying his handsome tanned torso on the cushion of the back seat of the taxi cab, his four beautiful bare feet in my lap and my arms around his four knees, I noticed one of the feet had a gold toe ring around the second toe. All four of his feet had second toes that were a little longer than the big toes.

Later, we were in the den, Robby seated cross-legged on his four legs, one pair of crossed legs on top, the other pair of crossed legs underneath, with all four of his big, handsome feet relaxing with their smooth, nicely arched soles facing upward.

The toe with the toe ring was on Robby’s hind right foot, so it was beneath its front partner, his front right foot.

But then the toe ring appeared on Robby’s front right foot! I had to blink a couple times to make sure my eyes weren’t fooling me. Hadn’t it been on the second toe of Robby’s hind right foot?

That’s when I noticed Robby’s smile as his eyes watched mine, waiting for my reaction.

“What did you do?” I asked him.

“It’s something I discovered I could do,” Robby smiled, enjoying my perplexed look. “I think the fortune teller liked me, so there’s some magic that he didn’t tell me about. Neat, huh?”

I looked at his right front foot, gracefully resting atop his four folded tan legs, its beautiful sole facing upward. The second toe was naked again.

“Where’d it go?” I asked. There was Robby’s smile again.

He pulled his left front foot out from underneath his right front foot, and there was the gold toe ring, on the handsome foot’s second toe .

“That’s a pretty cool trick,” I said. “If you can move the toe ring like that, can you make it appear in two places at once?”

“Yeah, but it takes the toe with it,” Robby said. “I end up with six toes on the foot that has the extra ring on it. Here, I’ll show you.”

He pulled out his hind left foot, which had been sleekly comfortable beneath its brother front left foot, and there was the toe ring on its second toe, but it had a second second toe also.

Even though Robby had said it would happen, it was still startling to me, and it kind of turned me on as I deliberately counted that Robby’s hind left foot now really did have six toes.

I looked at Robby’s front left foot, which still had the toe ring on its second toe. Only five toes there, unchanged.

“I don’t know, Robby, I kind of like your hind left foot with six toes. They’re nice looking, and extra toes are kind of cool.”

Robby smiled, obviously enjoying the look of his handsome hind left foot, which was just a toe-width wider than his three other feet, because of the extra second toe. He gently clenched and unclenched the six toes. It was a handsome foot, just as pretty if not prettier with the perfect extra toe.

“What do you like better?” he asked. He leaned back on his arms and gently unfolded his warm, tanned legs, the leg muscled working handsomely, as he delivered his four big, beautiful feet to my lap. I’d forgotten how much heavier it was to hold four of his feet in my lap, but it was worth it.

On impulse, I kissed the sixth toe, the one with the gold ring on it. “Look; you’ve got a gold lip-ring!” Robby smiled.

I felt my lower lip. Odd! I hadn’t felt a thing, but sure enough, I had a gold lip ring, and my lower lip was pierced and everything.

“That’s cool, but I don’t really want it,” I told Robby, not wanting to complain, because this magic was really awesome.

“It goes away if you kiss my other toes, the ones you want the ring on. It’s like a talisman,” Robby explained.

“Okay,” I said. So I reached my lips forward and gently kissed the second toes of Robby’s hind right foot, his front right foot, and his front left foot, which already had the original ring on its second toe.

Sure enough, the ring was gone from my lip, and it was as if my lip had never been pierced.

But it was cool to see Robby’s four feet all with rings on their second toes.

And just like with the one foot, they all had a second second toe. Six toes! They looked so nice!

I grabbed them all, such big beautiful guys, and pressed them against my face and chest as Robby laughed, enjoying his four feet and turned on that I enjoyed them so much, too.

“What nice feet, Robby!” I said, meaning it.

He smiled, flushed and aroused, letting his four big warm feet kind of snuggle me with their beautiful soles, their six perfect toes. The toe rings added such a nice, kind of exotic touch.

“Can you take off the toe rings?” I asked. “Or do you have to leave them on in order to have six toes?”

“No, I can take them off,” he said.

He took the toe-rings off, leaving his four handsome feet just as handsome completely bare, their six toes naked without any rings.

“I can put them on my hands, but then my hands would turn into feet,” he smiled. “What would I do with two big feet hanging from my wrists? I already have four feet; it’s not like I need to have six of them.”

We both laughed, turned on. “Oh, Robby!” I said, snuggling his four big beautiful male feet to me.

 

Part 3

I looked down at the veranda below. I was looking down from the window of the upstairs room where Robby’s four-legged sweatpants were thrown over the back of an overstuffed chair in the room.

The view from the window was a nice overhead view of Robby sunning himself below on the veranda while doing yoga stretching of his four legs.

He was doing front/hind splits, that is, front legs forward and hind legs rearward. He was graceful and slow as his beautiful torso stretched forward, his arms reaching for the toes of his front feet, his hands grasping them and pulling on them to help him stretch even further forward.

Then he released his hands from the front feet and slowly leaned up and backward, his beautifully muscled tanned back arching over backwards like a ballet dancers, and actually lying on his hind legs, his arms reaching up and back to grasp the heels of his hind feet as he heavily lay on his hind legs.

Then his hands let got of his hind feet and his powerful, graceful torso raised itself up again with a dancer’s beauty and again stretched forward as his long-muscled arms reached for his front feet again, his hands again grasping them and using the front feet to pull his torso even further forward in a beautiful, gentle stretch of his awesome torso.

It was beautiful to watch his beautiful body gracefully flow back and forth in this way, his four magnificent legs so majestic yet relaxed as they lay stretched out so far in front of him and behind him as well.

I turned to the chair in the room to hang up Robby’s four-legged workout sweats, but I was startled that they were almost too heavy to pick up—there were actually four long, beautiful male legs in them, Robby’s legs, Robby’s four big beautiful bare feet hanging lazily out the ends of the four sweatpant legs.

I was so startled I dropped the heavy sweatpant leg I had tried to pick up, and it fell back on its three brother legs with a sweatpant-muffled “foomph”, the handsome leg snuggling among its equally handsome brother legs as Robby’s four beautiful feet smoothed themselves among each other.

I couldn’t help but notice that the four legs were hugely aroused, with giant, healthy-looking penises swelling up from between each pair of Robby’s legs and out of the waistband of the sweatpants.

Not sure if I were hallucinating this or not, I looked back out the window at Robby, who was now also hugely aroused between his front and hind legs, with huge penises that grew so big that they now interfered with his four-legged yoga stretching.

Breathing hard and obviously sexually aroused and flushed, he twisted his beautifully tanned, muscular torso to look up at me.

“I think my legs bilocated,” he called up to me, sounding turned on in spite of his efforts to control his breathing and calm his voice. “I felt you grab one of them, and now they’re all turned on and tumbled on a chair or something, right?”

“I hope that’s what it is,” I said, more turned on now than weirded out, although I was weirded out pretty good. Although I was oddly aroused, against my will, not wanting to think of Robby’s legs as an object, but they were really turning me on as they lay beautifully splayed there on the chair, almost taunting me, four big sexy legs and four big beautiful bare feet lazily lying there comfortably, all by themselves, away from Robby.

“They’re in your sweatpants, your four-legged sweatpants that you left over the chair,” I called down to him.

“They do that sometimes,” he explained, unconsciously massaging his own four legs as he leaned his hands on them, looking up at me from his beautiful muscular body with its four beautiful legs splayed in front of him and behind him. He had to roll his hind legs a little sideways to make room for the giant penis that had grown between them, and his front penis was pressed against his chest, it was so huge and hard.

“When it happens, it makes me so hard I can barely walk, even with four feet,” he said.

“Can you make love to them?” he almost begged me. “It’s making me crazy like this, and it would be a huge sexual relief.”

“I’d help but I can’t move; my four legs are useless, I’m so turned on,” he added.

 

Part 4

“Well, if you can’t walk your four legs up here, I was thinking that maybe you can bilocate yourself up here,” I suggested.

It seemed reasonable that if Robby’s four legs could bilocate on their own, he should be able to bilocate his whole body, four legs and all.

At that suggestion, Robby’s huge penises blew, shooting wad after wad of come, as he screamed with pleasure. He rolled and spasmed with pleasure, his four legs writhing as his tanned torso became soaked in massive hot glazing jets of his come.

“Aaagghhh…” he moaned, lying his beautiful muscular torso on its side as he gathered his four beautifully-muscled tan legs together, his four beautiful feet smoothing themselves against each other.

He was trying to catch his breath. As I looked down at him from the window, so handsome as his massive flanks rose and fell with his breathing, I felt a gentle nudge against my leg.

It was Robby’s four legs, still in their four-legged sweatpants, having walked their four beautiful feet over from the chair where they had been splayed.

The poor legs were still achingly turned on, their huge penises heavy and giant with arousal. For some reason I felt affection for them as well as arousal (after all, they were Robby’s legs, oddly and erotically beautiful as a foursome of beautiful legs and feet on their own, even without Robby!)

I found myself gladly hoisting the four huge, heavy male legs and feet up, loving the feel of the four long, beautifully muscled legs as they warmly embraced me, around my shoulders, chest, back and arms. I was dazzled by the sweet beauty of Robby’s four handsome male feet, so extremely close as I carried all four of them, all four of Robby’s awesome legs. I had to kiss one of them, and I loved squeezing all four of them as they and Robby’s four legs enveloped me in a wonderful, huge, four-legged squeeze.

They were so heavy around me! And they were as boned as I was. Robby’s boners looked even more giant and beautiful up close like this, basically right in my face, as I worked to keep my balance as I stood there with Robby’s four long-muscled, beautiful legs and feet wrapped around me, so friendly and strong, just like Robby.

It felt funny to walk back to the window wearing these four giant, heavy, beautiful legs and bare feet wrapped around me like some kind of leggy stole, but my hands were in heaven feeling them, feeling the four beautifully muscled legs and Robby’s four awesomely beautiful male feet.

I looked down at Robby, as I stood there wearing his four legs around me. He smiled up at me, his penises getting aroused again at the sight of me enwrapped in his four legs and all those beautiful feet.

“They look good on you,” he laughed, his own four beautiful tanned legs squirming slowly against each other as he became aroused at the sight of me, turned on as I was by the four heavy long legs gently snuggling their beautiful giant muscles around me.

“I’m pretty sure I can bilocate myself up there,” he said. “The thing is, it’ll make me pretty stupid while I’m bilocating, because it’s still my one mind, no matter how many bodies or legs or whatever. I think I’ll just take a nap down here while I’m doing it, okay?”

“Cool,” I said. An arousing thought occurred to me. I almost didn’t dare ask, but I was too boned by it not to.

“Can you bilocate yourself wristfooted?”

Robby groaned, his beautiful tanned muscular body stretching and writhing with four-legged arousal. He was so awesome to look at, even from the upstairs window.

“Dude,” he moaned, “you really know how to turn me on.”

He rolled on his side, gloriously tan and muscular in the sun, and drifted off to sleep, his naked four-legged body heavily drugged by sleep as it lay there basking in the sun, so beautiful and masculine, and so wildly erotic with its handsome complement of four long, muscular legs and four beautiful bare feet.

He was asleep.

From behind me, I noticed I was hearing a kind of “phoomf-phoomf-phoomf” at the door of the upstairs room, like someone was trying to knock at it or bump it or come in or something.

I turned to go to the door, feeling the weight of Robby’s four legs about my shoulders and arms as the four long legs and feet held me. It was like giving someone a shoulder ride, only, of course, in this case it was all legs, big beautiful Robby-legs. With one hand holding one of the beautiful bare feet, I reached my other hand to the doorknob and opened it.

The “phoomf-phoomf-phoomf” sound was the sound of big, gentle wristfeet clumsily padding on the door, as Robby tried to use them to knock on it.

They were huge and beautiful, the same size as all Robby’s feet, but too clumsy and heavy to easily knock at the door. Still, their size and their beauty totally turned me on, as they hung there stupidly, so huge and handsome, hanging heavily and languidly from Robby’s strong wrists.

They were so big and clumsy they accidently bumped together, making Robby laugh, aroused.

And Robby! It was definitely Robby, amazingly stupid.

Oddly, it was a turn-on to see him like this, almost like he was drunk or something, beautiful, naked, tall, tanned, and four-legged, clumsy on his four beautiful feet. He smiled, a kind of stupid but sweet smile, and held up his two arms to show me the huge, beautiful wristfeet than hung clumsily from his strong, tanned wrists.

He was turned on by them, and by the sight of his own four bare feet that were wrapped around me along with his four legs.

He reached his big, heavy wristfeet forward to feel their four big foot-brothers, the four handsome feet wrapped around me.

Robby’s four huge legs around me began to squirm, aroused at being both wrapped around me and at being so near to this second gorgeous, stupid Robby.

I could feel Robby’s big warm boners heating up inside the soft fabric of the sweatpants as his four legs became turned on by the touch of the two big wristfeet, and it felt soo cool to feel such beautiful big legs and all their muscles get turned on as they slowly squirmed against me, just like Robby’s own four legs were slowly squirming now with arousal.

I kissed Robby on his sweet, beautiful lips. It took a moment for the kiss to register with him, and when it did he closed his eyes and put his love into his return kiss, almost forgetting that he had four legs he had to keep standing.

He started to fall, but I immediately caught him in my embrace, crushing his four big feet and his two huge wristfeet between us as I hugged him through the maze of beautiful legs wrapped around me.

He remembered to keep his four legs standing, and he freed his wristfeet from between us. As I closed my eyes, my lips buried in his kiss, I felt my face and neck framed and warmed by the long, beautiful shapely soles and handsomely sculptured toes of his two huge wristfeet, so gentle and beautiful against my face.

I led him to walk his his four feet over to the window where we looked down at the golden Robby basking four-legged in the sun.

“Mmmmm,” he said, looking down at his sleeping form.

A couple of the big, handsome Robby-feet wrapped around me freed themselves and gently mussed Robby’s hair, as he closed his eyes and smiled, tilting his head this way and that as the beautiful feet slowly caressed his hair.

“Mmmmm…” he said.

 

Part 5

From behind me, I noticed again I was hearing that “phoomf-phoomf-phoomf” at the door of the upstairs room.

How odd! Who else would be trying to knock at the door with wristfeet?

I gently substituted one of Robby’s own wristfeet for the foot he was kissing (one of the four feet from the four Robby-legs straddling my shoulders.) I felt like I was taking advantage of Robby’s clone-stupidity, but he didn’t notice, and enjoyed kissing his own wristfeet as much as he had enjoyed kissing his four beautiful feet from his Robby-legs. Freed from Robby, and one hand holding one of the beautiful bare feet, around my shoulders, I walked again to the door and reached my other hand to the doorknob and opened it.

It was total déjà vu. The “phoomf-phoomf-phoomf” sound again was the sound of big, gentle wristfeet clumsily padding on the door, as yet another Robby-clone tried to use them to knock on it.

This was weird. Another Robby? I couldn’t help gaze at this Robby’s wristfeet. They were huge and beautiful, the same size as all Robby’s feet, but too clumsy and heavy to easily knock at the door. Still, their size and their beauty totally turned me on, as they hung there stupidly, so huge and handsome, hanging heavily and languidly from Robby’s strong wrists. They were so big and clumsy they accidentally bumped together, making Robby laugh, aroused.

Hadn’t we already done this?

It was definitely Robby, amazingly stupid, almost like he was drunk or something, beautiful, naked, tall, tanned, and four-legged, clumsy on his six beautiful feet. He smiled, that stupid but sweet smile, and held up his two arms to show me the huge, beautiful wristfeet than hung clumsily from his strong, tanned wrists.

I checked his feet again. I was right; there were six of them. It was sexy, but I was feeling like the sorcerer’s apprentice. Worried, I gave the stupid new six-legged Robby a kiss on both his beautiful wristfeet and left them dangling there stupidly as I turned to check the window where four-legged Robby was still contemplating his wristfeet with his lips.

Robby was still sleeping naked in the sun downstairs, but another of him, beautiful tanned, wristfooted, and six-legged, was spooning him. Two others were riding each other around aimlessly in the back yard. This was out of control. I had to wake Robby to stop this spontaneous bilocating. The new Robbys weren’t just stupid, they were total idiots. I hoped Robby had enough brains left to wake up.

“Hey Robby! Robby! Wake up!” I yelled down.

It wasn’t doing any good, but fortunately the Robby clone that was spooning him tried to help wake him up, patting Robby’s abs with his wristfeet.

“You’re tickling me!” Robby said, laughing as he woke, grabbing the beautiful wristfeet. The clone spooning him laughed.

“Hey, Robby! Stop bilocating!” I called down.

“You’re right; I can feel myself getting stupider, the more there are of me,” he agreed. “The fortune teller said if this happens, make love to myself, which will pull all my karma and auras and everything together.”

I heard Robby fourlegs and Robby sixlegs groaning behind me; I turned to see them mounting each other. Warm hardons heated and grew among the four Robby legs wrapped around my shoulders, as the four beautiful Robby-feet smoothed themselves along me and along each other.

“I see you’re getting started,” I managed to call down to Robby, disconcerted by the awesomeness of his four legs squeezing themselves around me. I fondled some of the four beautiful Robby feet in spite of myself. They were so nice!

“Yeah, this will be nice,” Robby said, turning to embrace the Robby clone that had been spooning him and then awakened him with his wristfeet. The two Robbys riding each other likewise were fully boned, one of them starting to mount the other.

“Can you do my legs?” Robby asked, looking up from his embrace with his wristfooted clone.

I would have answered, but I was otherwise occupied with the four of them.

 

Part 6

“I think it’s working,” Robby called up to me from the yard below.

I was in the upstairs room, still with Robby’s four legs comfortably weighing upon my shoulders and wrapped around my sides. I loved holding them to me and feeling their four beautiful feet, as the four muscular Robby-legs gently embraced me in a four-legged squeeze.

The room was full of the gentle, arousing sound of quiet male giggles where the two wristfooted Robbys had each others’ six legs hopelessly tangled together. They giggled and kissed each others’ wristfeet.

While the Robbys were as tanned and beautiful and muscular as Robby, they were hopelessly stupid, just like all the bilocated Robbys, because, of course, all their beautiful nude bodies shared Robby’s one mind.

Somehow they were able to follow Robby’s plan, which he had gotten from the fortune teller, although I am sure they didn’t have a clue that they were following any plan at all. It was Robby who was able to get them to follow the plan, which they obviously loved doing. The plan was to merge all the bilocated Robbys back together to stop them from bilocating out of control and creating stupider and stupider Robbys; to merge them all, they all had to make love to one another.

I hoped the fortune teller was right.

I walked over to the window, enjoying the weighted and top-heavy feeling of carrying Robby’s four muscular legs as they held me in their four-legged embrace.

I noticed that there was only one other Robby down there with Robby now, instead of the three other six-legged, wristfooted Robbys; one of them had been spooning Robby and the other two had been mindlessly riding each other around on their six legs. So now they were joined. What a relief. Having them make love to each other did help merge them, more or less.

Actually, it was both less and more. The was only one remaining Robby-clone, but the legs of the three Robbys hadn’t merged; the remaining Robby-clone had all their handsome legs. I was worried, but I was also conflicted because it was hot seeing this handsome, stupid tanned wristfooted Robby-clone leading around a train of, what, eighteen of them.

Well, I had to give Robby credit for trying. He was assiduously working his four legs, holding onto and pumping the hindmost ass of the stupid, giggling wristfooted Robby-centipede, who was giantly boning himself among all his legs and trying to jack himself off with his wristfeet.

I couldn’t help but become distracted while I watched, and I realized why. The giggling behind me was growing louder, with thumping and scuffing sounds.

I turned, feeling the weight of Robby’s four beautiful long legs around me as I did so. The two Robbys had gotten their six legs untangled from each other and were up on their six feet and trying to walk their naked six-legged bodies out the door. But their muscular bodies crowded each other at the door, the six-legged Robbys laughing and boned by the clumsiness of their beautiful wristfeet, which they were trying to use to turn the doorknob.

But their big, beautiful wristfeet were too clumsy and they were too stupid to use them, and they got turned on at the sight of each other’s big beautiful wristfeet clumsily trying to work the doorknob.

I did, too; I couldn’t help it. The wristfeet were gorgeous and sleek, helpless and clumsy as they hung there heavily and stupidly from their strong wrists, and the Robbys got more and more aroused as their beautiful, heavy, stupid wristfeet bumped into each other while trying to get at the doorknob.

They started to forget about the doorknob as they smoothed their wristfeet against one anothers’, loving the feel of the gentle warm wristfeet and their beautiful size and male foot shape. Still crowded at the door and forgetting why they were there, they kissed each other’s wristfeet, flushed and aroused. They would never get themselves or their wristfeet out the door.

I realized that they needed to make love to Robby too, so I went over to open the door for them. At least that was my intention.

 

Part 7

I must have been dreaming about carrying Robby’s four legs on my shoulders, loving the weight, warmth and beautiful long-muscled shape of the four of them wrapped around me, loving to hold the four handsome, dangling Robby-feet as they affectionately squeezed themselves against me, infused as they were with Robby’s sweet personality.

It was pleasant to awaken and still feel them around me, and mildly confusing, since I didn’t want the dream to end, even as I still felt them quite vividly as the four of them gently surrounded me.

“That must have been some dream,” I heard Robby say, from right above and behind me where I lay, awakening to find his four beautiful naked legs actually surrounding me, squeezing me anew. “You really gave my four legs a great time,” he laughed. “They love being held like that, and so do my four feet!”

I smiled and yawned, pleasantly surprised to find myself enwrapped in the four of his legs, my arms and hands already comfortably wrapped around them in turn. “It sure was,” I smiled, hugging the beautiful legs to myself, their four beautiful feet tumbled against me.

I had been dreaming about getting Robby’s bilocated foursome of legs and his multiple bilocated selves to make love to each other, which is what finally got Robby back to his one, unbilocated self. Once I had gotten the four legged sweatpants off his four bilocated legs, I couldn’t help but make love to them, and neither could his stupid, handsome bilocated selves—it was such an intense orgy that I’ve been unable to dream of anything else.

“The leg dream?” Robby asked with a smile. “I thought so.”

“And here they are, in real life,” I smiled, squeezing their warm, handsome lengths. “Would they like a little loving?”

“In real life?” he teased, his four legs gently pressing me from all sides. “I’m in!” I smiled.

 

Part 8

“I think my legs are bilocated in my sweatpants again,” Robby laughed, his own four legs gloriously naked. “I can feel the cloth surrounding the four of them.”

Sure enough, the four legged sweatpants were nicely filled out with the handsome smooth bulge of Robby’s leg muscles, the four handsome feet lazily spilling out of the pant legs, the four legs casually tumbled on the bed where Robby had left the sweats.

“They seem to bilocate themselves when you’re around,” he smiled. “I think they like you.”

“Well, that’s nice, because I like them, too,” I laughed. “I hope you don’t mind having so many legs to keep track of.”

“Well, they’re just me, so I don’t have to do anything, really, but it is cool to see them and feel through them,” he said, “and their extra penises.”

The four legs in the sweatpants gathered themselves and brought themselves over to me, walking their four handsome feet gracefully, and snuggled up to me, the four legs wonderful and sleek as their warmth and weight settled into my lap as my arms welcomed them.

I couldn’t help but caress the four large, beautiful feet, loving the four gorgeous, long-muscled legs and squeezing and hugging the four of them. They were joyfully boned inside the sweats, the front and hind pairs of Robby-legs each sprouting an enormous, beautiful boner.

I gently removed the soft four legged sweatpants as the four feet helped by lifting themselves in succession. I helped them balance as I removed the pants legs from each, loving the boners springing free and the four beautiful legs spilling out nakedly in their glorious length and muscular shape. I kissed their sweet warmth and embraced their handsome thighs and calves.

“You really know how to make my four legs comfortable,” Robby smiled, his own four legs squirming with the arousal of his own two enormous boners. He had to rearrange his own four legs to make room for his engorging frontal and hind boners in the heat and insistence of their urgency.

His handsome, arousal-flushed face lit up with an idea, and he gathered up his two enormous, bobbing boners and his four naked legs and walked their four beautiful bare feet over to the kitchen and back, returning with a bottle of Absolut. “Show them a good time,” he laughed, taking a swig himself and offering me one, then bottle-feeding the handsome hind ass of his four bilocated legs in my lap.

It didn’t take long until the four gorgeous muscular legs felt the effects, languidly standing themselves up and moving their four beautiful feet clumsily, their big stupid boners wagging and bobbing as the four handsome feet tripped stupidly over themselves, tumbling the handsome tangle of legs to the floor.

I picked the heavy, tumbled pile of fallen legs up, so long and heavy with sleek, bulging leg muscle—they were huge and weighed a ton in their clumsy state—and hoisted their warm, beautiful lengths again onto my lap where they clumsily tried to embrace me, the four dangling feet slow and confused, enormously beautiful even when they were this useless and stupid. In such close proximity my face could feel the heat radiating from the enormous drunken pair of boners. I was going to suck one down and then the other, but they both exploded with gob after flying gob of hot, thick ejaculate when I tried pulling one of them to my lips.

Robby laughed, a bit apologetically, offering his own pair of boners. I smiled, taking in the sight of him, his own four gorgeous legs and his two giant phalluses. I laughed, truly weighed down by the four affectionate drunken legs clumsily embracing me. It was a nice problem to have.

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“That’s strange,” Robby said, smoothing his hands over the handsome swell of muscle of his four legs, “all my legs and feet feel funny.” He tried moving his four legs, but they were lethargic and slow.

“Do they hurt?” I asked, a little worried, although to be honest it boned me to see him sliding his hands over his four beautiful legs.

“No,” he answered, “and in fact they feel really good, maybe a little numb, but look how slow they are.”

He tried moving the four of them, but they sort of pushed against each other, the four feet lazily toppled over themselves. He stood up, his boners swelling, but his hind legs and front legs didn’t coordinate, and he sank to the floor, seated on a pile of four gorgeous long-muscled legs, either folded or splayed crazily. His four feet slowly writhed, beautiful even in their awkward lethargy.

“I think they’re drunk as your four bilocated legs,” I laughed, giving an additional squeeze to the heavy, besotted long-muscled foursome of legs in my lap that were embracing me, one of the gorgeous legs reaching up and clumsily mussing my hair with its sleek, handsome foot. I grabbed its ankle and brought it to my lips for a kiss, pressing my cheek into its beautiful arch.

“That would make sense,” he mused, staring at the collapsed, spectacular mound of legs and feet slowly writhing beneath him. They seemed quite content to squirm slowly against each other, and his two boners were huge. “Since my four bilocated legs are basically part of me, but in two places, and they’re actually the same legs as my own four legs, getting them drunk would get my legs drunk as well, since it was only the legs that got drunk from the bottle-feeding.”

“But wouldn’t you be drunk along with your four legs, since they’re connected to you?” I smiled, a little hot and bothered by all the drunken handsome Robby-legs tumbled among us.

“Actually, you’re right,” he answered, “and I am starting to feel it,” he said with a lopsided smile. “Hoo boy.” He was totally boned, his huge frontal boner at full salute, his hind boner enormous as well among its surrounding piled foursome of tumbled leg-beauties.

I had an idea. “Why don’t we fuck your bilocated legs, which would unbilocate them and maybe cancel out the effect.”

“My legs are too drunk to pull that off,” he slurred, the odd melodic tone of his reply turning me on. “You go ahead,” he said with a clumsy wave of his hand, which he then ran through his hair with a drunken sigh. “Although a good fuck would be great right now.”

 

Part 9

Well, it was a tough job, but somebody had to do it.

I spread Robby’s bilocated hind legs apart on my lap and fucked his hind ass with my own gigantic boner, meanwhile sucking his front boner while getting him to fuck his front ass with his hind boner.

Even though his giant boners had already come, they were at full salute once again and just about strangled me with the spurting volleys of come from his enormous front penis, while he while in turn pounded his front ass relentlessly with his enormous hind penis, while I pounded his hind ass relentlessly with my own penis, which frankly engorged far more than I’ve ever experienced in my life.

“Shit,” slurred Robby, drunkenly sucking his own hugely engorging front penis while watching me do his bilocated four legs. The sight of him made me come mightily, and the sight of me coming into his hindmost ass made both of his penises come, and sure enough, made both penises of the four legs in my lap come. Oddly, as I came, I found myself sucking my own huge penis, nearly choking on the volume of come. As I caught my breath and wiped off my face, I pondered my empty lap.

I looked up. There was Robby, wiping his face as well, with a beautiful foot. “Whoops,” he said. “I’m wristfooted.”

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“I hope you like them,” he smiled, a little dazed and confused, holding his wrists up to show me the long, well-shaped wristfeet that dangled heavily from them, too heavy and clumsy for his fine wrists, taxing his forearms with their weight. They appeared gigantic, for all their footsome beauty, but they were actually the same size as Robby’s four regular feet; they were just out of proportion compared to hands.

“I really do like them,” I had to answer in all honesty, and I did—they were just as awesome as the four handsome feet that graced his four legs, with that extra slightly odd erotic something that boned me, just the fact of their graceful heavy sleek beauty as they weighed down Robby’s wrists, too clumsy for words but so arousing in their youthful, masculine foot form, such a fine pair of feet so oddly out of place, yet arrestingly beautiful as they dangled there.

“May I hold them?” I had to ask, shamelessly boned, which pleased Robby.

“Of course!” he smiled, trying to raise them up to offer to me, the handsome wristfeet straining to bring their handsome toes up, Robby giggling with the awkwardness, boned as well at their handsomeness.

I was pressing them to my cheeks, my hands rejoicing in their beautiful shape, their deep arches, sweet pads, beautiful toes, their length and warmth, their sweet warmth beneath my lips as I kissed them, eyes closed, my face hot against them, loving how Robby tried to frame my face with them, their sweet clumsiness as they touched me, having to hang down again as their weight taxed his wrists.

“They’re so heavy,” he laughed, trying to turn them over to look at their long, handsome soles, aroused at their beauty and at the feel of them touching each other, beautiful large feet weighing down his wrists. I grabbed them again, loving their beauty, equal to the beauty of Robby’s four feet, so much more intimate in their closeness as they hung in the air, too large and clumsy to be anything but handsome and sweet to hold and touch and kiss. I could not stop holding and kissing them, savoring their sweet warmth, their handsome shape and length and weight, their beauty in my hands and against my face and lips.

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“They sort of popped out spontaneously,” laughed Robby, obvious lust in his handsome face as he awkwardly turned the heavy wristfeet this way and that, making them bump each other accidentally, boning him with their size and such beautiful shape at such close range. “It’s kind of like how my four legs bilocate themselves when you’re around.”

“Well, I’m glad,” I said, taking the large wristfeet in my hands, loving their weight and beauty, again unable to resist kissing them and pressing them to my face. Robby pushed them against me, placing them against my chest. I gently wrapped my hands around them and kissed one after the other, stunned and aroused by their amazingly beautiful shape, their gentleness and hopeless clumsiness, understandable given their completely inappropriate attachment to the wrists of his arms. They could serve no purpose and were ridiculously inconvenient, all of which was literally outweighed by their handsome form, so large and beautiful and wonderful to hold, kiss and worship. He giggled, aroused and delighted to have me holding them, sharing his lust for them.

“I remember how it turned me on when you first asked why you would need two big feet hanging from your wrists when you already had four feet,” I said. “And it was cool how it turned you on when I asked if you could bilocate yourself wristfooted—it was even cool to have so many of you bilocated that way, so clumsy and stupid, all of you aroused by your big, stupid wristfeet.”

“It was like I couldn’t stop it from happening, even though I loved it,” he said. “The fortune teller was so wise to tell me what to do when that happened.”

“How on earth would he have known?” I asked, absently pressing Robby’s wristfeet together, their beautiful long soles so handsome against each other, as I nearly involuntarily bowed my head down to rest my cheek against them as Robby gently giggled, generously giving them to me to hold and enjoy.

“I guess from his own inner being,” Robby mused. “He had strong magic; he was absolutely beautiful, even more so with his own four legs and wristfeet, and he loved me and wanted me this way for you, since I wanted to be four legged for you.”

“You’re absolutely beautiful,” I told Robby, diving in for a kiss of his beautiful lips, loving his wristfeet as they framed my face as we kissed.

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