The transmogrifier

By Jefftaur 
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“So what's this thing supposed to do?”

“It's my transmogrifier,” said Calvin, brandishing the innocuous plastic gun proudly. He had the shock of perfectly disheveled blond hair and the wild, runaway imagination and spirit of his comic-strip counterpart, but the muscular body of a virile young man.

I couldn't help grinning back at him. “Which does what, exactly?”

Calvin's blue eyes flashed with excitement. “I just point it at a guy and fire, and it makes him four-legged! I tested it on myself before I left.”

I looked down at Calvin's four bare feet, in their flip-flops, poking out, beautifully pale, from under the dark blue hems of his slightly over-long four-legged jeans. The big toe of one of Calvin's hind feet idly scratched against the long toe slightly curled beside it.

“But why on yourself?”

“Well, yeah, I guess that was kinda pointless, so that's why I brought it out here.”

We both turned at the sound of a familiar voice, and saw Jayce, just descended from the steps of his apartment building, carrying on a conversation with someone on the landing above. His broad tan shoulders were accentuated by the skin-tight white A-shirt clinging to his chest, and weathered orange capri-length pants showed only too little of his muscular legs with their light coating of soft brown hair. His feet were clad in black sandals each with a single wide band that, while covering most of his feet, still displayed his sexy ankles and toes.

“He'd look awesome with four legs,” I murmured, unaware until after the words had escaped that I was speaking aloud.

Calvin didn't agree verbally; he just lifted his hand, aimed the transmogrifier, and fired.

Jayce lifted a muscular arm to wave goodbye to his friend, and, spotting us, smiled and sauntered over on his four legs. “What's up guys?” he asked, as we all exchanged handshakes. Jayce's bunched biceps were always a pleasant distraction, but I was almost more distracted by the twenty toes peeking out from his four sandals.

“Well, Calvin here's got a transmogrifier ray.”

Jayce raised an eyebrow and grinned. “What's it do?”

“It makes guys four-legged,” replied Calvin, still with unbridled excitement.

Jayce laughed. “Well, what's the point of that, if you haven't used it on Zach already?”

I looked at Calvin and his four bare feet a little longingly. “I have always wanted to be four-legged like you and Jayce.”

“Sure thing,” said Calvin, and he pointed the transmogrifier at me, and fired.

“Man, I am horny,” said Jayce, reaching between his hind legs and rather obviously readjusting the position of his hind hardon.

I kicked at him playfully with one of my hind feet, sending him scuttling away on his four sandals. “Learn a little subtlety already!”

“Oh, like you aren't too,” Jayce protested, pointing at the large bulge at my front crotch. I could feel my hind hardon brushing against the back of my front balls. Calvin's hind feet were idly twisting in that way that meant he was trying to hold back a pair of boners, too.

“What was that thing supposed to do again, Calvin?” asked Jayce.

“It makes guys four-legged,” he replied, obviously less interested in the transmogrifier now than in Jayce and myself.

“Well, that's a little redundant,” said Jayce, placing a hand on Calvin's shoulder and breathing heavily on his beautifully pale neck, lips nearly grazing the muscle clad in ever-so-soft skin.

Calvin absently agreed.

I cleared my throat. “May I suggest, gentlemen, that we adjourn to some more private location?”

Jayce looked up. “That's your idea of subtlety?”

“No, that's my way of inviting you two to bed.”

“Well, why didn't you say so?” laughed Jayce as he and Calvin suddenly advanced on me, practically scooping me up between them, my four legs splaying every which way, as they carried me on eight enthusiastically stumbling legs back up to Jayce's apartment, Calvin's transmogrifier ray tumbling forgotten to the pavement behind us.

A short time later, Alex and Rob, just walking back from the beach, found it lying on the sidewalk. “What's this?” asked Alex, bending over to pick it up, his damp shorts clinging to his sculpted ass.

Rob, entranced by the sight, replied inattentively. “Dunno.”

Alex turned back around, showing Rob his vast, bulging chest and meticulously carved washboard abs. “Gotcha!” he cried, firing the plastic gun.

Rob, jolted out of his reverie on Alex's body, leaped forward on his four legs, tackling Alex with his own gym-sculpted body and wresting away the gun with an equally bulging arm. “Payback!” he growled cheerfully, firing at Alex, then pausing suddenly, entranced now by the sight of Alex's four-legged swim shorts clinging damply to his muscular hind ass, four bare feet leaving wet prints on the concrete.

Alex grinned back at Rob, no less enchanted. “Let's get back,” he said, “before my hind hardon busts out the front of my shorts!”

Rob abandoned the transmogrifier ray instantly, leaping forward again on his four legs as Alex dodged away, no less quick quick on his four feet, and they jogged, and tackled, and dodged all the way home before finally entangling all eight of their legs just inside their front door.

Only ten minutes later, Carson was reaching down to pick up the plastic gun.

“What's this…?”

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