Sebastian and Gavin met up at Gavin’s lab the following night, under cover of darkness as Seb still hadn’t told anyone about his changes. Gavin was waiting to let Seb in when he saw the silhouette of the tallest man he had ever seen walking towards him. He took his glasses off and cleaned them, just to make sure it was real.
“Hey Gavin,” the tall man said in Seb’s voice.
“Holy shit!” Gavin blurted out. “I know you showed me on the phone last night but seeing you for real…” He drifted off as his cock got hard.
“C’mon Gav,” Seb said, bending and contorting his long torso so that he could look Gavin in the eye, “let’s remain focussed on what we’re here to do. Then we can go back to my place for some… fun.”
“Right,” Gavin said, remembering the task at hand, before playfully saying, “let’s give you the full physical.”
Gavin told Seb to strip down so that he could do a complete check-up. As Seb stepped back into the room, Gavin caught his breath at the sight of the super hunk of a man stood in front of him. He had to keep reminding himself that this was his friend Sebastian—once a short, gangly, tired looking geneticist and now a fresh, super tall, muscular dream. Looking down his body from his gorgeous face with those two pairs of full lips, down past his huge pecs, to his abs, continuing down his abs, still continuing down his abs, a few more abs, then—fuck me he thought—that elephant’s trunk of a cock framed by two muscular legs. Swallowing to clear his throat, Gavin asked Seb to come over and start the tests.
Starting with his mouths, Gavin checked Seb’s throats, with Seb chatting away while Gavin looked at the other mouth, before swapping over. They discovered that Seb now had two separate throats, although they weren’t sure how far down they remained separated. They also discovered that Seb’s tongues were very long—longer than his own body (which they discover is now 17 foot 1 inches tall).
Making his way down the torso, Gavin noticed that there are multiple pulses indicating more than one heart—which means there’s probably multiples of most organs he thought to himself. Reaching the waist (32 inches, he noted), he checked Seb’s ball sack and found that there were 3 enlarged testicles in there. The soft cock was also 8 inches around and 20 inches long. “Okay,” said Gavin, “let’s get you x-rayed!”
The x-ray showed the incredible changes that Seb had undergone under his skin—8 separate hearts, 9 stomachs grouped in threes, and 22 lungs. Tests done, the boys headed back to Seb’s apartment.
The two boys got through the door and into the living room. Gavin, despite being horny and desperate to feel Seb’s monster of a cock, also panicked at the size. Seb, feeling the same panic, was worried that he would hurt his new boyfriend—his slowly hardening cock was already as long as Gavin’s torso, and getting bigger by the second. “Gav, I’m scared that I might hurt you here,” he said, feeling sad but having to be honest.
“I’m scared myself. Maybe we’re going a bit too fast here. It’s possible we won’t be able to do what we hoped we would,” Gavin said, his voice sounding disappointed.
“Well, I know something I can do,” Seb said. He slowly started to pull Gavin’s trousers and boxers down and took his 5-inch cock hard into one of his mouths.
“Oh fuck Seb, that feels amazing,” Gavin said, experiencing a blowjob for the first time. “It’s the least I could do,” Seb said as he kept sucking.
The boys eventually just chatted until the sunrise, Seb sucking on Gavin’s cock, and fucking him using one of his tongues. Eventually, Gavin started to fall asleep. “God, you must feel fantastic,” Gavin said to Seb, “I wish I had been stung by one of those bees.”
Seb felt a pang of guilt at having lost all the data on the formula. Suddenly a thought came to his head…
Lifting Gavin to his bed, removing his glasses so that he was comfortable, Seb made his way back to his lab—the first time he had been out in daylight. He didn’t care that people saw him as he was determined to recreate the formula one more time. As he passed the other scientists in the lab complex they all stared and pointed, not knowing who the attractive multi stranger was.
Eventually someone from security stopped Seb. “Excuse me. sir, this is a restricted area,” Carl, the security guard said.
“Look Carl, I don’t have time to explain, but here’s my ID,” Seb said, getting frustrated.
Carl recognised the voice, but it didn’t match the body in front of him. Neither did the photo in the ID. “I’m sorry, but this wasn’t your ID, sir,” Carl said.
“Look Carl, you wife was off last month with laryngitis, which meant you didn’t have to hear her constant chatter, you have a pet dog called Tinkerbell and you have the same sandwich every day for lunch—plain ham,” Seb said, hoping that revealing these things might make Carl back down.
Carl gaped. “Is that really you Mr Martin?” he said.
“Yes,” Seb said. “Now can I please go to my lab?”
“Sure thing, Mr Martin, but you might want to put on a coat,” Carl said.
Looking down Seb suddenly remembered he wasn’t wearing a shirt. “It’s fine, I’ll get a coat in my lab.” Carl let Seb go on his way, staring at him all the way.
On getting to his lab, Seb found it exactly as he had left it. He started looking through all the notes he had tidied away—there was plenty here to work from, but without his computer he couldn’t put it all together. Wait, he thought, I wonder if I can get the autosave file from the main server? Rushing to the server room he checked with the IT engineer, who confirmed that a backup tape had been made, but he was just about to wipe it as they only kept them for a few days. Phew, he thought, just in time. A minute later and it would be gone. Getting a copy of his data from the engineer, he rushed back to his lab and put it in the other computer. “Fuck yeah!” he shouted to the empty lab. All the data was there. He could recreate the formula from the mutated bee. Except the mutated bee was dead, and probably in the bins outside. “Shit!”
After going through about lots of different ideas in his head, he was struck by a realisation—maybe he had the same chemical in his own body. Doing a quick blood test, he found trace elements of the chemical in his blood, but not enough to do anything with. Realising that the chemical was definitely in his body, he wondered if he could find out where it was generated from.
It was starting to get dark outside, and Gavin appeared with something to eat. “What are you working on?” he asked Seb.
“Oh, just trying to find where a chemical is being created from in my body,” Seb answered whilst eating his food.
“Have you done a blood test?,” Gavin asked. “Yep, it showed traces of the chemical but not enough for what I need,” Seb answered.
“Want some help?” Gavin asked. Seb accepted but tried to keep the end goal from his boyfriend.
Eventually they traced the chemical to an unidentified gland near Seb’s throats. Thanking Gavin for the help Seb shooed him out and said that he would see him in the morning. Gavin, suspicious but tired, decided to just play along and headed home for the night. Seb now had a conundrum—how to access the chemical. He had already worked out, from his own studies, that he no longer needed the other parts of the formula as the chemical itself, once introduced to the host, would begin the transformation process. He just needed a delivery system, and he wasn’t that keen on sticking a great big needle in his neck.
However, being one of the brightest minds in the genetics world gave him a few ideas, all of which would definitely not pass an Ethics Committee test. Remembering that they had some Cone Snails in his lab from another study he was doing, he wondered if there might be a way to splice their genetic code on to his to give him some sort of delivery system based on how they injected their venom. Realising it was a ridiculous notion, he almost gave up, until he realised he could actually use the formula to deliver this change. Laughing maniacally like a mad scientist, Seb decided to play God with himself. He created the formula using the Snail DNA and drank it, before blanking out and collapsing—again…
Coming to a few hours later, with the sunrise coming through the window, Seb looked himself up and down. No obvious changes, he thought, although my throats are sore—ha, that’s still weird to think about having throats, plural… It felt like he had something stuck in his throats, without it causing and discomfort. Trying to cough whatever it was up didn’t seem to help, although he could feel it move a little. Wait. I just moved it myself, he thought. He hovered his upper body over to the mirror to get a better look at his throats and tried to move the objects again. This time they responded and started extending up his throats. Eventually he saw two long yellow tongue-like appendages coming out of his mouths. As they came out, he touched them with his hands and realised each had a sharp object in the tip. Then he remembered—Cone Snails inject their venom from a proboscis with needle-like harpoon at the end.
Rushing over to his desk, he tried pushing one of the harpoons out. It shot out the end of his lower proboscis with a shock, then dripped a liquid out. Not wanting to miss this opportunity he collected some then tried retracting both proboscises so he could close his mouths. Running some tests his mouths both turned in to Cheshire cat smiles as he realised that he could generate enough of the chemical to cause a transformation…
Spotting Gavin coming in to work, he rushed out and grabbed him and told him they needed to go to his house—now! Gavin obeyed, but questioned Seb all the way. “You’ll find out when we get there,” Seb just kept saying, his smiles not subsiding one bit.
Rushing through the door—and almost taking it off its hinges—Seb lifted Gavin to the bedroom and started stripping him. “Hey, c’mon, you’re really going to have to explain this,” Gavin protested.
“Trust me. You’ll want to be naked for this next bit,” Seb said before pulling the now naked Gavin in for a kiss. As they were kissing Gavin feels something slide down his throat, followed by a sharp pain in his chest. The last thing he heard before he blacks out is Seb’s voice saying “I love you…”
Waking up in bed with the worst headache he had ever had, Gavin looked around for his glasses. Putting them on he saw Seb staring at him, smiling like a cat in a cream factory. “Aaaaah,” Gavin groaned.
However, something sounded different. Wait a minute, Gavin thought, something feels different too “What’s with the big cheesy grins,” he asked Seb, but his voice definitely sounded different, multiplied in fact.
“Oh, you’ll soon realise,” Seb just said, bursting with excitement.
Gavin looked over to the bedroom mirror and saw one of the hottest guys he’d ever seen. Who is that hunk? he thought, before remembering it was a mirror he was looking in. Suddenly taking in his new body, he started feeling his face with his hands. “I have two mouths,” he said out loud, in stereo. “Like really, I have two mouths,” he said looking over to Sebastian.
“Oh that’s not all,” Sebastian teased.
Trying to stand up, Gavin found some difficulty in getting his legs out from underneath the covers of the bed. He put his feet down on the floor, right foot first then left foot—then another left foot, and another right foot. “What the…!” he said.
Slowly standing up and allowing the covers to fall away, he noticed that he had four legs connected to his body—his two original legs and another pair of legs behind those, extending out and giving him a taut bubble butt in rear. Then he noticed his cock—or should that be cocks. “Fuck,” he shouts, “I have two cocks! Oh they’re big ones too.”
“Em, Earth to Gavin,” Seb said, “you might want to check in back too.”
“Holy shit!” Gavin almost shouts the ceiling down, “I have four cocks!.”..
After checking out his new hot body, Gavin realised that he was also taller than he used to be.
“I don’t know how to ever thank you enough Seb,” Gavin said.
“Oh, I can think of a few ways,” Seb said, lifting Gavin back onto the bed…
Sebastian came home from work. It had been yet another boring day in the lab, with everyone still being cautious around him. It had been three months since he had transformed from a timid little guy into a 17-foot tall multi stud, but still his co-workers couldn’t seem to get used to him. Although they were being the same with Gavin, the boytaur didn’t seem to notice as much as Seb did. Speaking of Gavin…
Thud thud thud “Ugh… ugh… ugh… fuck… yeah…” thud thud
Yep, thought Seb, he’s at it again…
Seb’s transformation had given him a special, and, as far as he was aware, unique ability to force a transformation in others. Naturally the first person he tried this out on was his best friend Gavin, now his boyfriend. Gavin had undergone some transformations that were similar to Seb’s, gaining an extra mouth, but had also taken a different turn by growing an extra pair of legs and an extra 3 cocks. These, combined with his now quadrupled anuses, seemed to give Gavin a sex-drive like no other. At first, Seb enjoyed this as it gave him an opportunity to really try out his body, but after a fortnight even he was beginning to tire.
Gavin just seemed to have endless energy. He only needed 90 minutes sleep each day and was active for most of the rest. Seb, despite his best efforts, just couldn’t keep up. So, they came up with a compromise that suited them both—Gavin could invite some norm guys round for sex each day to wear down his sex-drive, but whilst he had sex with those guys, he would make love to Seb as the two poured out their devotion to each other in ways that no norm could ever hope to achieve.
And so it was that the noise of Gavin’s sex came to a climax and the familiar rhythm of his four feet started bounding down the stairs in their new, shared house. Strolling in to the living room, completely naked, Gavin spotted the love of his life and bounds over to him.
“Hey you,” Gavin said to Seb, sharing a four mouthed kiss between them. “How was work?”
“Oh, not bad. Everyone still avoiding me, and I’m not getting any new assignments,” Seb said sullenly.
“Huh, me too. Nothing seems to be coming my way at work, so I’ve applied for something new.”
“Really? What is it?”
“Well, it’s actually a job in town that I’m more than qualified for—Doctor MacNeill is looking for a new junior to join his practice.”
“Ha. You a GP?”
“Hey, I am Doctor Gavin Fry you know, I just went into Biosciences instead of Medicine. Anyway, I think that with the amount of multis in town that Doc MacNeill could use someone like me.”
“Well, you’re probably right,” Seb said. Hearing a moan coming from upstairs, he asked, “So, how many?”
“How many what?” Gavin replied, looking confused until the penny dropped. “Oh, only 10 guys today.”
“Yip. They were sooo good, and it felt great fucking four of them while sucking two of them off then having the other four fuck me afterwards. But they’re all spent, completely exhausted up there. Don’t know why, it was only two hours long today. Oh well.”
“Ten…” Seb just whispered while looking at his sex-crazy boyfriend. He looked like he hadn’t done anything at all, let alone knock out 10 guys. Seb could start feeling his own cock starting to stir…
Gavin spotted this too and licked his lips.
“You know, even after all these weeks I’ve never ever seen this thing at its biggest. How big do you reckon it gets?” he asked Seb.
“I don’t know, it usually gets hard but still keeps growing when it’s inside you.”
“Well, let’s try it out then,” Gavin said, grabbing Seb’s trousers and pulling them off.
He whistles from both mouths as he sees Seb’s trouser-snake starting to get hard. Even soft, it was bigger than any of the norms’ cocks upstairs, and Gavin had a good idea that it was one of the biggest in town. Acting on impulse, he started grabbing Seb’s cock in his strong hands, rubbing it sensually as it started to get bigger and bigger. Eventually, he started to feel it getting harder and harder. Looking at Seb’s face beside his, Seb had his eyes closed with the waves of pleasure Gavin was causing him.
As it started to reach what felt like full length, one of the norms from upstairs came in, cum still dripping from his ass.
“Holy shit!” he said, seeing the flesh-coloured serpent in front of him.
“Hey,” Gavin said to him, “do me a favour and lie down on the floor next to this.” The man complied. “Tell me, how tall are you?” Gavin asked him.
“I’m six foot one.”
“Ha! Seb! Your cock is over six foot long when it’s hard. In fact, I think it’s actually longer than this guy here!” Gavin is almost jumping with joy.
Turning swiftly, he presented one of his rear anuses and started feeding Seb’s man-high cock into it. Gavin easily took the top two feet of the cock and started humping it like mad.
“Oh fuck… oh… oh… oh… fuck… oh…” he moaned, his voice getting higher with each push. Seb just manoeuvred his long body so that he could kiss Gavin, using his long two tongues to throat-fuck his boyfriend. After a few minutes of this entirely new experience, Seb released his load into his boyfriend, who came all over the floor from his own four monster cocks.
Exhausted himself from a day of work, and some unexpected sex, Seb collapsed in a heap on both of the sofas. Gavin on the other hand still had lost no energy.
“Hey, c’mon big guy. No time for napping. We’ve got to get ready. Remember we’re going down to the pub with some of the guys to welcome some old multis back to town? Danny said he’s bringing them over about 8 p.m. so let’s get a move on.”
Seb just groaned as Gavin darted to the shower to get washed. The norm that had been used as a tape measure was snoring soundly on the floor. You know, thought Seb, that looks a good idea as his eyes closed and he entered sleepyland…
Sebastian ducked his head as he entered the front door at the Avonkirk MultiTours resort. A few seconds later his legs walked through the door behind his long multiab torso. He walked over to the reception desk and waited until the family in front completed their check-in.
“Hi there,” the cute norm receptionist said. “Thank you for waiting. How can I help you today?”
“Uh, hi,” Sebastian said from his lower mouth, “I’m here for an interview with Dylan Scott?”
“Sure,” the receptionist said, “let me just call and let him know.”
As the receptionist telephoned ahead, Sebastian looked around the reception area. What an amazing place this is, he thought. So many happy little multis with their families as well as some teens and twenty-something multis on their first holiday. I can’t believe I never really noticed how many multis there were.
“Okay, sir,” the receptionist dragged Sebastian from his thoughts. “If you want to follow me, please?”
Sebastian followed the cute guy through the ‘Staff Only’ area to a grand looking office. The receptionist knocked on the door before opening and showing Sebastian in.
“Thanks George,” came Dylan’s voice. “Hey Seb, come on in.”
“Hey, thanks,” Seb said to George before heading in.
“So how is daddy Dylan?” Sebastian asked.
“Daddy Dylan is fine,” Dylan replied. “Although, there are some, well, unexpected changes happening. But I won’t bore you with that just now.”
As Sebastian took in the incredible form of Dylan, the tallest guy on the planet, with his long torso winding around half of the office, his thoughts were disturbed by another knock at the door. Suddenly, another huge form was beside him. Whilst the face was slightly familiar, the body is definitely distinct from other multis—there hasn’t been another recorded Naga boy... yet.
“Hey Ryan, this is Sebastian who’s going to be our new Resort Medical Officer; Sebastian, this is Ryan, the Customer Services Manager at the Avonkirk resort,” Dylan introduced them both.
Sebastian turned to Ryan to shake his hand and wss met with a choice of three to pick from. Confused, Sebastian tried not to stare, gaining a little laugh from Ryan. Picking the middle hand, Sebastian shook it in a friendly way, earning a friendly grasp in return.
“Yeah, we met at the wedding,” Sebastian replied. “We ended up having a chat about the new Star Trek series, and how the older series were much better.”
“Much, much better,” Ryan jumped in. “How anyone can compare that new Captain Cutter to the likes of Kirk or Picard is beyond me.”
“Exactly,” Sebastian agreed.
Dylan snorted at the Trekkie-love in front of him.
“So, boss,” Ryan quickly changed the subject, “are we all set for the interviews today?”
“We are,” Dylan replied, “although I’d like Sebastian to sit in with us if that’s okay with you? I’ve also got a little idea I want to run past you both.”
“Sure,” Ryan said, “what are you thinking?”
“Okay, how does this sound?” Dylan started to explain. “With Seb now joining the team, we have an opportunity to introduce a unique staff benefit. How many companies can offer their staff members the chance to become multis?”
Dylan continued to explain his new plan, and the two other multis agreed to give it a try...
“C’mon Rhys,” the smartly dressed young man said to himself. “You can do this...”
Striding through the large automatic doors into the reception area, the first thing that Rhys noticed was how high the ceiling was. Wow, this is a huge space for a reception, he thought. Walking confidently up to the reception desk, he noticed the guy sat behind the desk. Wow, he’s gorgeous, he thought. HOLY FUCK, he’s got four arms!
“Can I help you?” the receptionist asked, cheerfully.
“Em...” He swallowed. “Hi. My name’s Rhys Williams. I’m here for an interview,” Rhys replied, his throat going dry.
“Ah. Excellent. If you follow me, I’ll take you along to see Interview Room,” the receptionist said, standing up.
OH SHIT, he’s got three legs too, Rhys thought to himself.
Following along, never taking his eyes off those legs and that unique butt, they finally came to a stop outside a door which was taller than normal. The receptionist opened the door and signaled to Rhys to take a seat.
“Don’t worry, the interviewers will be with you in a moment. Good luck!” the receptionist said, then headed back to the front desk, closing the door behind him. Rhys stared in disbelief as he walked away. Oh my God, he’s incredible, he thought. But how come I’ve never heard of a guy with extra limbs before?...
At that moment, the door opens and three young men stepped in—well, two stepped and one slithered. The one in front was the tallest guy that Rhys had ever seen. The man looked as though someone had stretched his waist upwards by a twenty feet but left everything a normal size. The other guy with legs was similar, but not as long—Long? Tall? He’s got two mouths!—whilst the third guy was a massive snake with six arms, but a sweet, innocent face.
“Rhys Williams?” the first, tallest man asked, reaching out a hand in welcome. “My name is Dylan Scott and I’m one of the Directors at MultiTours. This is Ryan Dawson, our Customer Services Manager at the Avonkirk Resort—” Ryan nodded in greeting. “—and this is Dr Sebastian Young, our Resort Medical Officer.” Seb waved.
The three multis took their seats.
“Thank you for coming in for the interview today, especially considering you came all the way up from Wales,” Dylan continued.
“You’re probably wondering why one of the directors is leading the interview rather than a manager or supervisor? Don’t worry—the directors like to interview all prospective staff members so that we get to know you better. MultiTours is an international company, with thousands of employees in seven locations, but every single one has been interviewed by one of the Scott Family. It gives us the feeling of a big family, rather than a ‘workforce’, if you know what I mean?”
“Yeah, sure,” Rhys said, slightly nervous. As he watched Dylan talk, he started to realise that this young man was mature beyond his years, and yet could only be a few years older than him.
They continued to work their way through the interview questions, with Dylan and Ryan referring back to Rhys’s application form answers to confirm details. Sebastian just seemed to be taking notes.
“So, what makes you want to work at MultiTours?” Dylan asked.
“Well, I must admit that I hadn’t heard about the company until I saw the advert online,” Rhys replies. “I’ve always loved working with my hands, fixing broken things. However, I also prefer to be in the background and out of the public eye, which is why Maintenance is right up my street.”
Seb eyed up Rhys. He was slightly below average height, quite lean, with a cute face. I wonder if he’d like to try out the new staff offer? he thought.
“And how would you feel working alongside the staff at MultiTours—would you feel uncomfortable at all?” Dylan asked.
“Not at all. Your receptionist was exceptionally helpful, and seemed very happy here, so that tells me that you have a staff group who want to be here,” Rhys replied, hoping he got the right answer.
“Ah, yes,” Dylan mused. “That would have been Ezra. Really nice guy. He’s always smiling. Nothing seems to ever dampen his spirits.”
After a few more practical questions from Ryan the interview came to an end.
“Well, Rhys, as you were the only candidate for the vacancy, and as I believe that you will do the job amazingly, I am happy to offer it to you,” Dylan said, standing up. “Of course, you don’t need to say yes now. Feel free to take some time to think about it, if you’d like?”
“I am more than happy to accept,” Rhys replied.
“Excellent. I’ll have HR arrange an offer letter so you can accept formally, and then we can start getting your relocation expenses sorted,” Dylan said.
“Relocation expenses?” Rhys asks.
“Of course,” Dylan replied. “We can’t ask you to move up to Avonkirk from Wales without helping out with the costs. Not our policy to say ‘congratulations, here’s a job’ and then expect you to pay a small fortune just so you can turn up to work.”
“Wow,” Rhys exclaimed. “You guys really do look after your staff.”
“Of course,” Dylan chuckled. “Incidentally, one of the things we are offering new staff is the unique opportunity to become a member of the multi community.”
Rhys looked at him, slightly confused. Sebastian leaned forward.
“Wait, do you not know what a multi is?” Sebastian asked.
“Not really,” Rhys replied.
“Ah,” Sebastian said. “Did you ever wonder what the Multi was in MultiTours?”
“I thought it meant that there were multiple resorts or tour packages?” Rhys replied.
“Certainly, that’s true. But it’s also aimed at multis, or people with extras, like us,” Sebastian explained, gesturing to the three interviewers.
“Oh, is that also like the guy at reception?” Rhys asked.
“Yip. We come in all shapes and sizes. Some born like this, and others who go through a transformation process,” Ryan jumped in.
“Wow. I didn’t even know guys like you existed,” Rhys said, slightly embarrassed.
“There are plenty of us around, although it does seem to be localised to Avonkirk. So, now that you know, do you want to become a multi?” Dylan asked. “There’s no pressure to do so. You’ve got the job, regardless. It’s entirely your choice.”
“I should warn you,” Sebastian added, “that it isn’t reversible either, and it can be a random transformation. Some guys grow extra arms, some extra legs, some extra mouths or extra abs. It all depends on how the transformation is carried out.”
“Do you want some time to think it over?” Dylan asked.
“You know,” Rhys mused, “I’ve kind of just thrown all caution to the wind with this whole thing. Applied for a random job I saw online, travelled up to Scotland for an interview, accepted the job straight away... You know, I’m going to just trust that all this was meant to happen, so what the hey, I’ll go for it.”
“Excellent!” Dylan said. “Well, if you want to go with Sebastian, he’ll get the process started...”
Rhys found himself in another big room with a high ceiling which looked like a doctor’s surgery. As Rhys took his seat he watched as Sebastian’s upper body stayed next to him while his legs continued walking, taking a seat at the desk.
“So, let’s get your medical done,” Sebastian said, picking up some medical diagnostic equipment.
“Now, don’t be scared. I don’t bite—I swallow whole! Sorry, little joke. Say ‘ah’ please...”
All the way through the exam, Rhys was struck by the fact that wherever Sebastian went in the room, his legs remained seated at the desk. Going through the motions with the doc, he answered every question, did every test, moved whichever way he was instructed to—but in the back of his mind, the opportunity to become like that guy at reception was making him the most excited he’d ever been.
“Okay, Rhys,” Sebastian said, breaking Rhys from his wandering thoughts. “I’m happy to give you a clean bill of health.”
“Now, are you sure you want to go through with the transformation?”
“Okay, you’re going to want to be naked for this. I am able to control certain bits of the transformation process, but some things are left to chance based on your own genes and so on...”
Rhys went to the corner, walking behind the curtain and takes off his clothes. Nervously, he stepped out. All his life he’d tried to stay hidden. He wasn’t one of the popular kids at school, was really shy and just wanted to keep to himself. Unfortunately for him, he was gifted with a cute face which attracted attention from some of the hotter girls and boys, who then turned nasty when he rebuffed them.
“Okay, this might sting a bit, but I think I know where I’m going to aim for.”
As Sebastian stopped speaking, he opened his mouths wide, allowing two long tendrils to extend out towards Rhys. Rhys began to panic but was frozen on the spot in fear as they come towards him. The first tendril went behind him and settled between his shoulders, while the second settled right on his tailbone. Suddenly, a sharp pain hit him as two needles shot out from the tendrils, piercing his skin and injecting him with some liquid. As quick as they had come out of Sebastian’s mouths, the tendrils shot back in.
“There we go,” Sebastian said, calmly. “That should start to take effect in a few minutes. Hopefully I’ve hit just the right spots with just the right amount of serum—hopefully we don’t get a repeat of the last time...”
“Why...” Rhys, still frozen in spot, whispered meekly. “What happened last time?...”
“Oh, nothing much really,” Sebastian took some notes. “I accidentally injected someone, and it went a bit overboard, but I think I got it right this time.”
“How do you mean ‘overboard’?” Rhys asked.
“Well, I fell out of my chair and injected him with an uncontrolled dose. Then again, he was already a multi, so that might have had something to do with it...” Sebastian trailed off, sounding unconcerned. “Anyway,” Sebastian continued, “he’s over 19 feet tall now—all those abs, you know. Nearly as tall as Dylan...”
“Nineteen feet tall...” Rhys trailed off as he blanked out.
Sebastian watched as Rhys drops from consciousness. Catching him, he gently laid him down on the bed in the corner of the room.
I wonder how long this will take? he thought to himself. Gavin took nearly a day, whilst Tre was about 6 or 7 hours, but was that due to his already being a multi or is the serum getting more potent. Tre has transformed a few people too, but he already had that ability, and he also has twice the number of tendrils I have, so that might be a factor too.
A groan from Rhys distracted Sebastian from his thoughts. He quickly picked up his tablet and began to record his notes.
Time—Injection(I) + 10 minutes
No change to subject Rhys (R). Vital signs normal. R remains unconscious”
Sebastian went back over to his desk and started to look ahead to the next interview, which would take place in 20 minutes time. Another one with only one applicant. Wonder why they aren’t getting many applicants for these posts, he thought to himself. I’d love to have a job here with all these multis around...
R starting to show some changes in vital signs, but nothing to worry about. Still no visible signs as to where changes may occur.”
Realising that he needed to get ready for the next interview, Sebastian set a monitor on Rhys linked to his watch. He then walked his long body back along to the interview room, meeting Dylan and Ryan on the way.
“So, how’s Rhys doing?” Dylan asked.
“He’s doing fine,” Sebastian asked. “Sleeping just now, and no sign what his transformation will lead to, but still loads of time yet.”
“That’s good,” Ryan said. “He really knew what he was talking about when it came to the Maintenance side of the job, so I think he’ll be a real asset here.”
“Yeah,” Dylan said, smiling. “It was a good thing you knew about that side, because I had no idea what you were talking about there. My degree was in History so when it comes to anything technical like that, I’m just going to nod along...”
Angelo had heard about the job from one of his friends. He had come to Scotland on an exchange whilst at college and had fallen in love with the place. Whilst he still hadn’t found himself a job that specialised in his major, he had found himself a good job as a barman at a pub in the capital. But he wanted to see more of Scotland than the city of Edinburgh, and his friends knew that. So, when an advert for a Barman came up in the little town of Avonkirk, with a very good salary, one of his friends had to show it too him.
And so, here it was that he was now sat in a room, dressed to the nines, being interviewed by three of the most incredible people he had ever met...
“So, Angelo,” the huge guy in the middle said, “we’ve had some very good references for you from your current employer. Seems she would be really sad to see you go. Is there a reason you’d like to give up working in the city and come to a rural place like Avonkirk?”
“Well,” Angelo said, his Brooklyn accent distinct from the Scottish accent of his questioner, “I’ve fallen in love with this country. The scenery, the people, the culture. But I feel like you just get a watered down version of that in a city like Edinburgh where the towns out in the country seem to have it in abundance.”
“Good answer,” the big snake guy said. “I think you and Trevor, the head barman here, will get on like a house on fire.”
“Apologies, gentlemen,” the third guy said from one of his mouths, “I need to go and check on Rhys.”
The other two nod as the third guy leaves, at a brisker than normal pace. The interview continues, with Dylan asking the general questions and Ryan asking the more technical questions. Eventually, the interview comes to a natural close.
“Well, Angelo,” Dylan said. “I am more than happy to offer you the job, if you’re willing to take it. As we’ve mentioned we’ll cover any relocation expenses so that should help you get yourself settled. There’s also one more thing. We’re offering all new staff the opportunity to undergo a transformation and become a member of the multi community. You don’t have to decide now, and it’s probably best that I wait until Sebastian comes back anyway before-”
Dylan’s office phone rings. He apologises to Angelo and picks up. Sebastian’s voice comes through.
“Sorry, but, em, we might have a slight issue...”
(Ten minutes previously)
Sebastian looked at his watch. It was a notification from Rhys’s monitor.
[Warning—Subject R transformation has begun. Vital signs are unstable. Physical state unstable.]
“Apologies, gentlemen,” Sebastian said, “I need to go and check on Rhys.”
Walking with purpose, but trying not to alarm anyone, Sebastian reached the door, then bolts down the corridor to his room.
On arrival he spotted the issue. Where once there was a slightly below average human, there was now a multi with two complete stacked torsos and three pairs of legs, with signs that the transformation had not yet finished.
Sebastian began a manual check of Rhys’s vital signs. Thankfully they were all within safe limits, but as he listened to the pulse on Rhys’s lower torso, he noticed that another torso was beginning to form, along with another pair of legs. Sebastian watched, taking notes, as minutes passed and the new torso was completely formed.
Transformation in progress. R has grown 2x additional torsos, stacked, complete with arms. R has also grown 3x additional pairs of legs, taur style, complete with genitalia. R’s genitalia has increased in size from previous, almost doubled in size. Signs are that transformation is not yet complete. R height has increased by approx. 1.3 metres. Vital signs for each torso are within acceptable parameters.”
As Sebastian finished his note, he noticed that another pair of legs were starting to form, as was yet another torso. Okay, he thought, I have no idea where this will end and he’s already getting close to the ceiling.
Acting quickly, Sebastian got a few of his nurses to help him carry the still transforming body of Rhys out of the smaller examination room and into the larger Resort Ward. Thank God there are no patients in here today, Sebastian thought. As they got him into the ward, and on to some mattresses they have laid onto the floor, Rhys continued to grow more legs, with another complete torso appearing.
R continues to transform. Now at 3x additional torsos with 5x additional pairs of legs. Vitals returning to normal, but still signs that more is yet to come. Approx. increase in height now 1.9 metres.”
Picking up the ward phone, Sebastian decided he needs to let Dylan know, before the offer was made to Angelo. Quickly, he dialed the internal number to the interview room.
“Sorry, but, em, we might have a slight issue...”
Dylan and Ryan entered the ward with Angelo. They were greeted by an incredible sight...
“Oh, hey,” Sebastian’s upper body floated over. “As you can see, the transformation seems to be a bit more extreme than the others we’ve seen...”
“You can say that again,” Dylan laughed.
“Has the process finished?” Ryan asked.
“We think it has,” Sebastian answered. “We haven’t seen any further signs of growth.”
Angelo saw the new multi lying on the floor. Taking in the sight, his cock stirred, getting hard in seconds.
Sebastian dictated his final note:
Transformation appears complete. R has increased in mass by over 700%. Now has 5x upper body, complete torso including arms and internal organs plus 10 pairs of legs, including genitalia at increased size. New height is 4.7 metres total. Distance from foremost pair of legs to rearmost pair is 5.2 metres.”
“Wow!” Angelo exclaimed.
“So, Angelo,” Dylan said, “now that you’ve seen the possible result, are you still interested in going through the transformation?”
A smile formed on Angelo’s lips. “Hell yeah!”
Alex sees a new neighbor moving in and lets his imagination build him up to new levels of sexiness.