A week later, when I went down to my buddy's house I saw his hand hanging out the window. I reached up and grabbed it, and next thing I know he was stretching his neck so his head would come out the window.
“Hey, what's going on?”
“Not much, is it ok if I come in?” I asked.
“Sure,” he said. “Just watch out for my legs, they're scattered all over the stairs.”
“Okay.” So I opened the door and sure enough, his legs were scattered all over the stairs and of course his feet at the bottom of the stairs.
I took off my sneakers, revealing all three of my white socked feet, and climbed up the stairs being careful not to trip over his legs. When I got to his room, he was all stretched out of proportion.
“What is going on, man?” I asked.
He just gave me a look.
“Let's get you back into shape,” I said. So I went to the top of the stairs and hauled his legs and feet up until he was all back in his room. Then I started feeding his legs back into his body while he got his head and arms back to normal, and then he sat up on the edge of the bed.
So I went to his dresser and got him a pair of his three legged pants. He stood up and put his pants on one leg at a time and sat back down on the bed. He stretched his arm over to his dresser, got three white socks with gray bottoms on them, and put them on.
Then he asked me if I wanted to go for a drive.
I said, “Sure why not,” so he got a clean T-shirt, went down stairs, and put his three sneakers on, and I followed him and put my three sneakers back on. We got out to the car and I got in the passenger side seat while he got in the back seat.
“What are you doing back there?” I asked.
“Watch this”, he said, and he stretched his outer right leg up between the seats to the front, so that his foot would touch the gas and brake pedals, then he stretched his arms up to reach the steering wheel, and finally he started the car and away we went.
After about a half-hour of driving around we came back to my buddy's place, went in the house and took our sneakers off, and we literally stretched out in the recliners.
After about another hour had passed a car had pulled up in the yard so I stretched my neck so my head would reach to the kitchen, and I looked down toward the front door.
It was my buddy's brother. He had a white short sleeved shirt and black jeans on and a pair of cowboy boots.
“Who's there with you?” I asked.
He looked up from taking his pair of boots off and said, “Nobody.”
“Huh,” I said, “whose other two legs are they then?”
“They're mine!” he exclaimed, and sure enough he stood on his front legs with white socked, long slender feet, and brought his hind legs up around his waist and pulled off his other two cowboy boots, one at a time, revealing his two other white socked, long slender feet.
Then my penis got hard as a rock; I could see it travelling down my pantleg because it was stretching at the same time it got hard.
So my buddy's brother came in, walking on all fours, and laid down on the couch and put his feet up side by side on the couch also. He turned his head, looked at us, and asked, “How did you guys stretch like that?”
“Oh,” I said, pointing at my buddy, “he found a can of stretching powder out at the camp and brought it home and of course we tried it out. See.” I reached over to the patio door and opened it then closed it again.
“That's cool,” my buddy's brother said. “Well, I guess it's time to show you my thing.”
“What's that?” I asked.
He got up from the couch and undid his button and zipper and four penises popped out.
I said to my buddy, “Holy shit, he has four cocks.”
So he took his four-legged jeans off and hoisted up his front legs to show us his hind cocks. By this time my cock was pumping uncontrollably. I looked at his feet and each set of his eight toes doubled so that he had two rows of toes on each foot, so now he had sixty-four toes in total from the original thirty-two, when he had eight toes on each foot.
And I tell you I think it was the best time of my life; I would not believe it if I hadn't seen it with my own two eyes.