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Fly the airplane through the tunnel

By Josh Dugan

Description My friends heard about this stupid game on the internet where supposedly you end up with four arms, and of course they had to try it. Are they crazy?

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Part 1

I don’t take risks. There are consequences. So I don’t do stuff when I see my friends doing it. It bugs me because they seem to have so much fun, but I was born to worry. What are the repercussions? What happens next? What are the unforeseen consequences?

So it really bothered me when we were all over at Jay’s house and he suggested a game that he had seen on a website called “fly the airplane through the tunnel”.

“I saw that,” shouted his friend Bill. “I don’t think it really is true.”

“What?” said Andrew. “What’s not true?”

“Well, if you’d seen the website you would know,” laughed Jay.

That’s when I left the room and went outside by myself. I was feeling so vexed.

They would all try it and they would all have fun doing it, and I would hate myself for not doing it, but dang it, I have to do what I think is best. If the whole world is jumping off a cliff, are you supposed to jump off, too? Are people so stupid? At the same time, why were they also relaxed and happy about it, and me so freaked out and irritated and on edge?

It was lonely outside, and I was torn between looking in, and or getting farther away. They would all be joining in soon.

And sure enough, I heard the whole room explode in laughter, and wows and whistles.

I cursed myself inwardly, hating the fact of the website and wishing it had never been invented. It was a ridiculous website anyway, and served no purpose. I’d written it off as a fraud or just a fantasy like you see all over the web, but you’d hear about pockets of interest here and there, rumors of guys who would had tried it.

I had worried that it was true, even though it’s ridiculous. If you ever see the website it shows the stupidest illustrations, guys imitating an airplane flying through a tunnel. The drawings and the photos illustrate the game, which is basically where you form a tunnel by putting your thumbs and index fingers together and then you fly the airplane through it, the airplane being your left and right arms where you put your hands together and point them through the tunnel.

Of course it’s ridiculous. The drawings are plain about it. You have to have four arms to do it, the implication being that if you did it you would have four arms, so obviously it was a kind of a bonehead fantasy. And even if you could do it, how would you live in the real world afterwards? It’s just bothered me to my core, so I simultaneously wrote it off as just a typical internet fantasy, but at the same time I had this tormenting underlying worry, and that’s what was getting me right now.

I had to look in. Because it was so hard to not pay attention. I mean I could hear my friends laughing and slapping each other on the back, and urging each other on. I allowed myself a glance through the sliding glass door, and sure enough, they had their shirts off, crowding around to see who would go next, shirtless because you have to be ready, and you don’t want this to happen with your shirt on. Jay had flown the airplane through the tunnel, apparently, and he was demonstrating for some of the guys how are make the tunnel and fly the airplane through it. Well, I was really upset and full of mixed intense emotions about it, hardly daring to look at Jay, and sure enough, he was smiling broadly, bare-chested and broad shouldered, flying his hands through the tunnel made by his other hands, a simple, fluid movement that looked really good on him, and suddenly there were some more whoops and laughs as a couple of the other guys in the crowd did the same thing, the room exploding in wowsers and amazement, with the new guys doing the same gesture flying their pair of hands through the other pair of hands that formed the tunnel, and looking really nice with their long foursomes of arms. They held them up for each other, for all to see, and you could see that everyone was amazed and breathless and envious. There was a lot to envy, because not only were their arms beautiful in sets of four, but it made them broader in the shoulders, taller and with better and more statuesque musculature.

I knew it was going to turn out this way. I was hating myself for not wanting this to happen, but at the same time I was just being driven crazy by the beauty of it, hating and envying of all the guys being so carefree and four-armed, and they were without a care in the world, as more and more of them joined in, even the onlookers draping each other with their four arms and laughing and encouraging the shyest of the guys, even the shy ones beaming as they did the simple airplane through the tunnel, resplendent with four beautiful long arms, so happy to be among the beautiful forest of handsome, draping, mutually enwrapped arms.

I was leaving, not feeling sorry for myself, but kind of feeling sorry for myself anyway. I was glad to leave, but still bothered by what I could hear is I moved farther and farther away.

“Hey, Jay!” said one of the guys, “Check this out!”

“Yeah, that should work,” said Jay.

I was headed home, glad to be away from that crazy scene, hating myself anyway. Wanting to be one of them, but too much of a worry wart to ever allow myself the very thing that drove me most crazy and that I most wanted to do.

“Just stick your legs through the tunnel,” Jay laughed.

So they were doing it with their legs, too. I was out of there.

Part 2

Since I’ve found it’s always helpful to take a nap when you are depressed, that’s just what I did. I must have been out for hours.

I awoke from my curled up position lying on my left side, to gradually become aware of the feeling of a warm form behind me and surrounding me.

As I gradually came to, I realized that the arm that I wasn’t lying on, my right arm, was resting on a long-muscled right arm that had me in a hug from behind. Not only that, but on top of my arm rested another long-muscled right arm, its hand resting on my hand, my right arm comfortably sandwiched between two beautiful long-muscled right arms.

This must be how six-armed Spiderman feels when he wakes up, I mused to myself, but in this case the two extra right arms weren’t mine. I went over in my mind the happenings at Jay’s place, confirming for myself that I had not added arms.

I leaned back against the warm form that held and surrounded me, turning my head to look over my right shoulder, and quite by accident brushing my lips against the lips of Jay, a surprising moment for both of us. I used the occasion to give him a nice deep kiss, which he returned. His breath was sweet with alcohol.

“Hey, sleepyhead!” he laughed, once we had both recovered from the kiss, comfortably adjusting his position and tightening his four-armed hug around me. I held his four arms against me, loving their length and their beauty and multiplicity.

“Sorry I left,” I said, resting my back against his chest as he rested his cheek against mine.

He laughed gently. “I’d say ‘no worries’, but it wouldn’t apply to you, because you’re just a worry-wart from start to finish.” He squeezed me gently with his four arms.

“If it helps,” he went on, “I did think of what you’d say when I warned the guys about adding too many legs. I told them: can you afford to feed the centipede? So most of them have only four legs.”

He lifted one of his right arms off my arm and reached back to get his phone, bringing it up to show me, confusing me with his many-handed operation of the phone. After all, I had just woken up, and it was hard to comprehend all of these nice hands as they held and pointed and swiped and clicked while also holding me.

“See? Here is Andrew. We somehow got ourselves down to the beach, and we buried him in the sand.”

The pictures showed a smiling Andrew, his beautiful face looking plastered, up to his neck in the sand, entirely buried except for four hands sticking up from the sand, a beer bottle in beach. Not to mention six handsome bare feet further down, dangling drunkenly from six ankles protruding from underneath the sand.

Other shots showed the guys staggering, posing together in groups, multiple arms around each other, multiple legs obviously clumsy and stumbling, several beer bottles in too many hands.

“What are they wearing?” I asked. Not that some weren’t wearing nothing at all, but nobody was wearing shorts or swim trunks.

“We had to improvise,” laughed Jay. “They wrapped their shirts around their multiple legs. See? I’m still wearing mine.” He raised up his three right legs, and sure enough, there was just enough coverage provided by the shirt, with the sleeves tied together.

“The only trouble is that there’s not enough room when I get hard, which I didn’t realize at first, because now I’ve got three boners, and they are really big. It’s my fault for adding so many legs, but I couldn’t resist the thought of having three.”

“Well why didn’t you say so?” I asked, my worries suddenly slipping away. “Let me have a look.”

“Gladly,” laughed Jay.

Description My friends heard about this stupid game on the internet where supposedly you end up with four arms, and of course they had to try it. Are they crazy?

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