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“So—how many cocks do you have right now?”

My phone sex with Jared always started the same way. It was his version of “What are you wearing?” Today, though, and from now on, this icebreaker would have a whole new life.

I knew what he looked like—a sexy nerd type with a handsome face, but he worked out, and the shirtless head shot he’d emailed me offered a glimpse of a tight and even buff body, though he’d denied looking sexy “in real life.” He lived in Kansas and was going to college there at small school I’d never heard of.

I smiled into the phone, glancing down at my crotch, which was still encumbered with a thin old pair of jeans. “Well, I’m not sure,” I said hesitantly. “You should help me count them.”

The sound of his breath came over the line—a light laugh, amusement mixed with anticipation. “Okay,” he said. “Take off your jeans.” He knew from our previous encounters—we’d had twelve or so Wednesday night sessions since we first exchanged emails, and them IMs, through a body transformation site—that I always kept my pants on until he was ready to play with whatever fantasy body he would envision for me.

The trick was that up until now it had been just that, fantasy. But tonight…

I stood up just enough to peel off my jeans, which fell to the floor around my ankles. The air conditioner across the room lightly rustled the public hair around my cock, which was inflating rapidly to a normal, slightly above average erection. My shirt had been shucked before I’d picked up the phone.

“Well,” continued Jared’s gravelly voice, still sounding amused, “I see one big boner—”

“How big?” I interrupted.

“Oh, it’s big,” Jared assured me. “It’s gotta be twelve inches long at least.”

With a near-orgasmic rush I watched my cock jump in size from its regular seven inches to a whole foot long. Just like that, in the space of maybe two seconds, Jared had given me a huge 12-inch cock without even knowing it. My heart pounded like a jackhammer and I felt hot, like the temperature of my blood had shot up with the size of my cock.

It worked! I wanted to find Rob Gunter and kiss him, and then fuck him with my newly gigantic cock. It was Rob Gunter, an officemate rapidly becoming a good friend, who had told me, while we were washing up in the airport men’s room of all places (I was seeing him off on his vacation to Australia) that he had the power to transform himself, and then demonstrated when I laughed by suddenly towering over me, his lanky body stretched a foot taller than it had been before! I stared up at him, at the expanse of abs suddenly revealed between his Hawaiian shirt and his Bermuda shorts—he’d gained all his height in his abs. I was so awestruck and so turned on that all I could say was, “Can I have it too?” He grinned, surprised, then, eyeing my appraisingly, said sure, and put his hand on my shoulder—it felt hot and powerful—said I would henceforth be able to change myself. I cheekily asked “What about other people?” and he said, sure, other people could change me too. Well, that wasn’t what I’d meant, I had wanted to change other people; but as I was waving goodbye a few minutes later to a returned-to-near-normal Rob—waving with a newly seven-fingered hand—I remembered Jared and his fantasies.

I had done so many things to my body just during the ride home—I remember the startled look from one driver looking over to see a four-armed beanpole giant driving nonchalantly down the highway—but I had returned my body to baseline, pretty much, before calling Jared.

It would be so hot for him to change me, not even knowing it.

I wrapped my free hand around my giant boner. “Oh yeah,” I said. “At least twelve.” I gently stroked it up and down. My hand seemed to take a long time to traverse the length of the shaft.

“Yeah,” Jared agreed. “Looks more like fifteen. And thick, really thick, too thick for your hand.”

My cock literally forced my hand open as it became too thick for my fingers to meet and shot up another three inches. It was impossibly hard, almost painfully, huge and beautiful and giving off sexual energy like a halogen headlight. It felt hot and stiff in my hand, and heavy in my groin. I couldn’t move it a millimeter forward, it was so hard.

Fifteen inches is a lot. The way I was sitting my enormous hardon, which pointed straight up and even bent back toward me a little, came right to the middle of my pecs, the piss slit just kissing the middle of my sternum. A few drops of precum had already been touched onto my chest and were slowly rolling toward my hairy abs.

“Oh dude, don’t stop there,” I said.

“Oh no, we’re not done,” Jared laughed. “Let’s see, how many did you have last time? Three, right? So, let’s start with that. Three huge boners, dude. Each one wider than the last!”

With a flush of heat I felt my groin transform as two new giant erections were suddenly thrusting up along with the first, pressing tightly together in a pack of boners too stiff to move. The feeling of such concentrated arousal nearly blew my gaskets. It felt amazing—as amazing as fucking—just to feel them pressed hard against each other, like oversexed hunks on a dance floor. And just as Jared had said, they were each thicker than the one next to it, with the last one nearly twice as wide as the first, a two-hander if there ever was one. Two hands might not even be enough.

“Oh, man, that feels so…fucking…awesome!” I exclaimed. “Dude, I’m gonna need more hands!”

“It looks to me like you already have them!” Jared said.

“How many?” I said breathlessly.

“Hmm, looks like—four,” he said. Even as I thrilled to the feel of four arms crowding against each other he corrected himself: “No, six,” and I had three arms on each side. “Seven—an extra arm to hold the phone!” he added laughing.

“Excellent!” I shouted. I now had two hands for each cock! Taking advantage of this was harder than I’d thought, though, because my tightly packed cocks did not want to separate. I managed it, though, two hands around each monster erection, slowly stroking, and enjoying the brushing and pressing of my muscular arms nearly as much.

“Dude, I cannot tell you…”

“Are you stroking?”

“Hell yeah!”

“O.K.,” Jared said, obviously excited by my responsiveness, “let’s try something new. You’re getting taller. Every stroke of a cock makes you a tenth of an inch taller, until you come.”

The idea that this would really happen to me made my three monster hardons become painfully stiff. “Dude, that’s gonna make me huge!” I whispered. I could already feel my body growing and stretching.

“Better come soon, then!” Jared panted over the phone.

“Make me!” I begged. My back was brushing the back of my chair as my torso stretched and swelled.

“All in good time,” Jared said softly. “I have to kiss you all over first. I’m kissing your neck right now. Can you feel it?”

Oh God. I could. I could feel his hot, wet lips on my neck and I almost came right then. “Dude, kiss me,” I breathed, and I felt hot invisible lips move across my stubbly chin.

“I’m kissing your mouth now,” he whispered, and he was, and I was thrilled down to my toes—this phantom Jared was a phenomenal kisser. We kissed for so long that I felt like I was sitting in a kindergartener’s chair when we paused, I was so stretched from my unstoppable stroking.

Meanwhile he said, “I’m stroking your pecs, they’re the size of bowling balls, and there’s three of them… and they were—three huge and potent spheres of hard muscle with power that I could feel in my arms, “and your eight-pack—no, twelve-pack abs,” and my abs extended with new rows of hard, defined muscle (again I was on the edge of coming), “and now I’m stroking your beautiful legs—all three of them!” he panted—and suddenly I was three-legged, with two sets of three monster steel-hard boners on each side of the middle leg!

“HOLY FUCK!!” I shouted, totally on the edge, and aware I was growing much faster now, from stroking six cocks, harder. “Make me come, dude!” I pleaded.

“Dude, you’re gonna feel my mouth around each of your cocks, as if there were six of me.” I was so close—six of him… “You’re not gonna cum until half a minute has passed and then you’re gonna come like you’ve never come before.”

“Do it,” I breathed, closing my eyes to experience the pure ecstasy. “Make it real, Jared. Do it.” My head was brushing the ceiling even though I was sitting down as I frantically stroked myself, one hand to a cock now, my palms barely wrapping around one side of my huge monster boners. My three big feet were in the next room. A moment later my head was pressing against the ceiling, then the back of my neck.

Suddenly I felt six hot mouths wrap around my six cocks, and it felt so awesome I wanted to come and come but I couldn’t yet. I stopped stroking and I stopped growing, my shoulder-blades pressed hard against the ceiling now. I felt the hands of six Jared roaming my legs and abs and I opened my eyes and looked down—and there were six naked Jareds crowded around me, sucking my cocks, their heads in close together, eyes wide, fondling me and each other, coming constantly onto their abs without touching their cocks, and suddenly the thirty seconds were up and I blew colossal loads out of all six cocks, loads so huge that the Jareds sputtered and coughed as they tried to catch it all, until they finally gave up and licked the surging shafts as I continued spewing hot come for what felt like forever.

My head lolled, my eyes filled with stars, and I passed out.

I awoke in bed, to light caresses across my chest. I opened my eyes a little and I saw Jared’s handsome face smiling down at me everywhere I looked. I grinned back. “Hi guys,” I said softly.

They raised their eyebrows at me, and the one who was caressing me spoke. “I’m surprised you’re not freaked out by my power,” he said.

“Your power?” I said.

The Jareds all grinned and looked at each other. One couple started kissing lightly. “It looks like somehow I got the power to change you,” said my Jared. “And myself—look!” And he pointed to his own crotch, which sported two ten-inch boners. It occurred to me that the Jareds were cuter than he’d looked in the picture—and they were definitely tastefully more muscular then when they’d first appeared, their mouths wrapped around my cocks. I grinned with unadulterated joy.

“Wow,” I said. “You look awesome.” My Jared was being kissed on the neck from behind by two other Jareds, one on each side, and I felt my cocks start to chub a little.

“I fixed your height,” said another Jared, glancing down at my body, which was no longer stretched to twenty feet but still featured three massive bowling-ball-sized pecs, seven long, beautiful arms, six huge half-hard cocks lolling across my abs or across my three legs. But my three big feet still dangled off the edge of the bed. “Pretty much.” He grinned and winked.

“We’ll fix the rest—if you’re good,” said the first Jared.

I grinned, deciding to keep my own powers, which I must have given to him, a secret for now. I sat up and leaned straight into a kiss with the Jared whose neck was being kissed as well, then I kissed the next two Jareds over his shoulders, wrapping my seven long, muscular arms around all three of them. My cocks were definitely swelling again.

“No rush,” I said, as the others clambered happily and lustfully onto the bed for their share. “But listen,” I added looking into their deep blue eyes—“do you think, when you have to go back to your own life in Kansas, that I could, you know, um, keep some of you?”

All six Jareds piled on top of me, laughing and kissing and caressing and turning me all the way the fuck on. One of them whispered on my ear, “Dude, you can have as many of me as you want.”


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