The Doublet twins

by Alex Anders

The Doublet twins have always hated being stuck in each other’s head. The universe has noticed, and decided to monkey around in their life. (Revised as of 20 April 2024.)

The Doublet twins were walking home from class, head down and browsing their phone, when they caught a glance of something furry out of the corner of their eye. They immediately looked up, startled and hoping it wasn’t a rat or some other critter and were—well, not exactly ‘relieved’, but let’s go with that—when they saw it was just some weird, little mummified hand, dark and wrinkly and covered with hair.

“A monkey’s paw,” Lincoln Doublet remarked, because what else could it be? “How strange,” Richter Doublet added, stowing their phone and reaching out to pick it up.

Lincoln refused to move. “Dude, what are you doing?” he said. “I hate sharing a head,” Richter said back. “We’re always fighting for control of the mouth, and the eyes and the rest of it.” “So?” Lincoln said. “You know how malevolent those things are.” “Please, Link, don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it. We share a head, and you aren’t that good at keeping your thoughts to yourself.”

Lincoln blushed, and Richter smirked as he felt the heat on their shared face. “Alright, fine,” Lincoln conceded, letting his leg join his brother’s in walking to the abandoned monkey’s paw. “I wonder what it’s doing here?” he asked. “None of the fingers are curled, so it can’t have been used before.” “Maybe they left it here for someone else to pick up,” Richter mused, “like that dollar-on-a-string gag, only more malicious.” “Well, the only string is the pendant chain,” Lincoln observed. “And maybe the red string of fate, if I remember the original tale well enough.”

“Whatever the case may be,” Richter said, biting their lip, “do you wanna risk it?” “God, I’m sick of sharing a head,” Lincoln replied. “On three?” “On three,” Richter confirmed. One, two, three, “We wish we didn’t have to share a head!”

A finger curled, the middle one, fittingly enough. Seconds passed, dragging out to minutes. Nothing changed beyond that first finger.

“What a ripoff,” Righter scoffed. “I can’t believe we fell for it,” Lincoln said. “Still, we should probably return it to whoever it belongs to.” “Or we could sell it to an oddity shop, I’m sure it would fetch a pretty penny.” And with that, the twins stashed the paw in their coat pocket and continued on their way home.

It wasn’t until the Doublet twins settled down to eat after a long day of class that they noticed something was wrong. Working together to give the appearance of unity always gave them a headache, so at first they just chalked it up to a particularly tiring day, popped a couple aspirin and called it a night. As they changed into their pajamas, though, the pain only increased—and it wasn’t confined to their big head, either.

There was a sharp pain in their dick, starting at the tip and inching up to their base. Frantic, Lincoln and Richter pulled down their underwear just in time to see their dick swell and split in half.

“Fuck, that hurts!” Lincoln said. “Not the head we meant, asshole!” Richter said. “Wait…” Lincoln cut back in. “Tonight’s headache, doesn’t it feel a little sharp to you?”

In response, Richter could only scream as their headache morphed into a blinding migraine. Lincoln screamed too, and both halves of the whole put their hands up to their head and pulled.

Thankfully, the slightly accelerated separation didn’t cause any damage, and Lincoln, on the left, and Richter, on the right, looked at each other for the first time in their lives. “Fuck, finally!” They both cried.

“The wish was delayed,” Lincoln noted, at the same time Richter said, “There’s always a time delay!” Then they both giggled, happy that, for the first time in their life, they could speak at the same time without agreeing on what to say beforehand. They hugged themselves and jumped for joy.

“We’re finally free!” Richter cried.

“Free to be ourselves!” Lincoln added.

“Fuck, how far down do you think this’ll go?” Richter asked, suddenly afraid.

Both halves clung tightly to their shared body. Sure, sharing a head was a pain, but they always liked that they weren’t alone in their skin, that they’d always have someone by their side, or in their side as the case may be.

“I don’t think it’s still going,” Lincoln said, looking down at their shared body. “I mean, it doesn’t hurt.”

“We did take two aspirin,” Richter countered, turning to face the mirror for a proper look. “They’ve probably kicked in by now.”

A sharp pain as their new third testicle dropped into their sack and nestled between the original two put the lie to that idea.

“Fuck, why’s it gotta hurt so bad?” Lincoln groused.

“It’s a monkey’s paw, it’s gotta get its kicks in somehow,” Richter said. “Hmmm… most folks don’t like the idea of being conjoined.”

“So, we’re hoping for the malevolent magical artifact to be ableist?” Lincoln said. “I’d rather complete the split.”

“No, you wouldn’t,” Richter said.

“No, I wouldn’t,” Lincoln conceded. “Fuck, two dicks,” he said, and grabbed the left one with his hand.

Righter moaned. “Fuck, I felt that!”

“So did I,” Lincoln said. “Makes sense, we shared the original. Go on, grab the other one.”

Richter did just that, and Lincoln shivered at the zip of pleasure.

“I’m glad we can still get each other off,” Richter said.

“And now we can do it at the same time, too,” Lincoln said, beginning to stroke the dick in his hand.

Richter mirrored his body mate, and the two happily pumped away, squeezing and tugging and edging until a big, three-ball load of cum shot up both their dicks and coated the mirror in front of them.

“Fuck, that was hot,” they both said at once, and giggled at the jinx.

“It’s a pity Lev and Dex aren’t here to see this,” Richter observed.

“Yeah, maybe they’d have believed us when we said we were two people,” Lincoln added.

They both sighed. They cleaned up their mess, put on their pajama bottoms—their new doubled head couldn’t fit through the collar of their shirt—and went to bed.

The next morning, they stripped off their pajamas—their shirt getting stuck for a brief second on their doubled chin like it usually did—and hopped in the shower. Body clean and morning wood sated, they got dressed, filled their backpack and made breakfast.

It was when they were putting on their coat that Righter remembered the monkey’s paw, but only after sticking his hand in the pocket and freaking out for a split second.

“Lincoln,” he said, once his nerves were back under control and he gave it a proper look, “the middle finger, isn’t it less curled than it was when we made the wish?”

“Wish?” Lincoln said, and then the events of yesterday slammed into his memory. “Ugh, wait, didn’t we go to sleep shirtless?”.

“Because our shirt didn’t fit anymore,” Richter said, looking down at the shirt they were currently wearing. “None of them did.”

“Oh my god,” Lincoln cried, “It’s rewriting reality so it never had to be used in the first place! That’s why none of the wishes were used!”

“Because they were,” Richter said, catching on, “and its previous victims just threw it aside in impatience, and now they don’t remember life any other way.”

“We might actually get to keep Dex and Lev!” Lincoln said.

“Ooh…” Richter said, suddenly worried. “What about Andy?”

“What about Andy?” Lincoln countered.

“Because we both like him,” Richter replied. “And the reason Lev and Dex broke up with us is because they weren’t poly.”

“Oh fuck,” Lincoln said. “I guess we really are polyamorous. I hate it when people are right for the wrong reasons.” He hummed in thought.

“No, Lincoln,” Richter said, throwing the paw across the room, “it’s one thing to manipulate our own body, it’s another entirely to manipulate the minds of others. Besides, it is a monkey’s paw. We just got lucky with our last wish.”

“Fair point,” Lincoln said, then sighed. “I just wish we didn’t have to choose.”

Unbeknownst to them, the paw’s middle finger twitched.

Andy Bigman, Lincoln and Richter’s roommate-with-benefits, woke up about an hour after they left, yawning and stretching on his way to his duffle bag when he noticed a strange little thing resting on top of it. A weird, little mummified hand, dark and wrinkly and covered with hair.

“A monkey’s paw?” Andy asked the room. He looked around, and found no notes from his roommates. “How strange,” he added. He picked it up to examine it closer. The fingers were splayed, with the middle one half-curled.

“Where did you come from?” Andy asked the paw. “Because I’ve been thinking, ever since I watched that movie, that I had a pretty good wish. You see, I love muscle and growth and being big. For heck’s sake, my name is Bigman. And Link and Richt, they love me and my big dick and my big muscles and everything, but I know they want bigger. So you know what, I’m gonna try it. I wish I was big enough.”

The monkey’s paw curled its index finger, all the way down.

“Sweet,” Andy said. “I’ma leave you here while I go to the gym. Don’t want anyone finding you and making any revenge wishes.”

He set the paw down on the shelf next to his duffle, then went on his merry way to the gym.

The finger was already starting to relax.

Today, Andy’s workout was the most exhilarating he’d had in ages. He went through everything, and everything he tried just made him swell bigger and bigger. His shorts, which had been pleasantly baggy, were now stretched taut over his ass and bulge, leaving nothing to the imagination. His shirt had failed twenty minutes ago, and his jock had snapped not long after.

When his shoes finally started pinching, Andy knew it was time to hit the showers. When he sat down to peel his shoes off, his shorts finally split and fell away, revealing his massive ass.

“Heck!” Andy said. “I might have bitten off more than I could chew.” He found his phone and gingerly—his hands were starting to swell as well—tried to fire off a text. It was a bit garbled, but he hoped Link and Richt would be able to decipher it and get him some clothes that could fit him. In the meantime, his shoes started splitting, the laces cutting into his feet.

“Heck it,” he growled and tore them off. He walked into a shower stall and turned the knob, washing away all the sweat he accumulated after a hard day’s growth. His muscles had a pleasant ache, the ache he felt after a more usual workout but more so, and as he soaped himself up, he reveled in the muscle his wishing had given him. But then a different, deeper ache started to well up in his body. It started in his hips, right where his spine met his pelvis, and spread slowly but surely up his back and down his legs until every one of his bones felt like they were in a vise, slowly clamping down and squeezing. Soon enough, Andy was doubling over in pain.

“Heck, dang, fudge, stuff, jerk, suck, hell, damn, shit, that hurts!” Andy yelled.

“You okay, dude?” one of the other gymgoers asked.

“No,” Andy growled, “No I am not, call—” and then there was a resounding crack as all of his bones released the building pressure and he grew six feet in less than a second. “Ow,” he said, the pain gone except for a lingering, but pleasant, ache. “But, I think it’s stopped. I’m fine now.”

“Dude, you’re huge,” the guy said. “What are you on?”

“I made a wish on a monkey’s paw,” Andy said, matter of fact.

“Fine, keep your secrets,” the guy said. “Just, be careful, you know? A guy like you should be a national treasure.” He walked off.

“Duly noted,” Andy said, then moaned as his dick caught up with the rest of him.

Meanwhile, Lincoln and Richter were in class, reveling in the fact that no one thought their new form was weird. Well, when they remembered that it was, in fact, their new form.

“Do we want to hold on to the old reality?” Lincoln thought.

“Lincoln?” Richter thought back. “Is that you? Because it sounds like you.”

“Whoa, we can still do that?” Lincoln responded. “Neat.”

“Well, I’m glad getting separate heads didn’t get rid of the one perk that sharing had,” Richter thought. “Still, why wouldn’t we? I for one want to be able to properly appreciate the monkey’s paw. It’s still in our dorm after all, and I don’t want us forgetting and getting brazen.”

“True,” Lincoln said, accidentally aloud. “Oops.”

“Mr. Doublet, would you and your brother like to share with the class?” the professor called.

Richter sighed. “Sorry sir, he had a bit of trouble following along, I was helping him keep up.”

“Really now?” the professor said. “And what was I saying?”

Lincoln looked at the board and made a wild guess. “About how The Monkey’s Paw is a film only a bourgeois capitalist could make, as its intended message is quite clearly ‘stay in your lane or die’.”

“Oh,” the professor said. “I guess you were paying attention. In any case,” and the class moved on.

“Nice save,” Richter thought at his brother.

“I try,” Lincoln thought back.

Their phone buzzed, a text from Andy.

“Yellow, I made woish; Getyr biggger close,” Lincoln read, making sure it was in their heads this time. “Uh oh.”

“Andy, what were the exact words of your wish?” Lincoln asked.

“I wished I’d be big enough,” Andy said, straining to get the sweats his roommates got from the big and tall rack of the campus store. While his newly-accumulated mass had been spread out over his now twelve-foot frame, he was still quite chunky, especially in the ass and thighs. And also he was, y’know, twelve feet tall. Most of it in his legs.

“Big enough for what?” Righter said.

“Just ‘enough’,” Andy replied. “But I talked about how you’d like me to be bigger just before that. I had no idea how much, though!”

“Neither did we,” Lincoln said, salivating at the giant dickprint in Andy’s new sweats. “Fuck, that’s hot.”

“I know,” Andy growled. He cupped his crotch and added, “I can’t wait to try this baby out on your ass.”

Lincoln and Richter looked at each other, a silent, wordless thought shared between them, and stepped into the shower stall, closing the curtain behind them.

“What’s stopping you, big guy?” they both said, unbuckling their belt.

Andy grinned, and slid the sweatpants back off carefully. It wouldn’t do to rip them so soon after getting them, if only because they were the only pants to be had at the moment. He was less careful with the Doublet twins’ pants, and yanked them down off their gorgeous ass, revealing two perfect globes and an eager, puckering hole nestled between them.

“Mmm, babes,” Andy said. “You clean up this morning?”

Lincoln scoffed.

“Do you really have to ask?” Righter shot back.

“Don’t be a couple of brats,” Andy said, his voice a low, authoritative growl.

“Yes, Andy,” both twins said. “We did. We always do.”

“Eager little bottom, ain’tcha?” Andy said, teasing their hole with his thumb.

Lincoln and Richter both shuddered at the spike of pleasure. Like their dicks, their asshole was shared between them, so both halves felt it.

“Please, Andy, we need it,” Lincoln moaned.

“Make us yours, Andy, please,” Righter added.

“Patience, babes,” Andy said, thumbing their hole gently but persistently. “I’m a lot bigger than you remember, don’t want to split you the rest of the way in half.”

Both twins shivered again, this time in fear. It wasn’t enough to dampen their mood, but it did give them some much needed patience. Which was good, because when Andy finally slid his thumb in, they both almost shot their loads right then and there.

“Fuck, man!” they both moaned. “Please, we need it!”

“You know where to find them,” Andy said, directly into the ears on the inner sides of their heads, and both twins practically sprinted out into the locker room to fetch Andy’s duffle. Thankfully, it was empty save for one other guy in a shower stall a few spaces down, as they had neglected to pull their pants up in their rush.

After almost tripping over their pants twice on the way back, they dropped the duffle on the bench in the shower stall and rummaged about for the lube and condoms.

“God, I hope these fit,” Lincoln said.

“We’ll double cover,” Richter assured.

Andy laughed. “I’d like to see you try,” he said. He squirted a nice helping of lube onto his fingers and started teasing his roommates’ hole again, sliding in first one finger, then two, then three and finally getting his whole hand into it, ensuring that the hole was loose enough to take his monster dick, and yet tight enough to hold onto it.

Lincoln and Richter, for their part, moaned at the increasing, but pleasant, ache in anticipation of the biggest dick they’d ever taken. “We’re definitely remembering this,” Lincoln thought.

“Agreed,” Richter said aloud.

“Agreed to what?” Andy asked. “Were you doing the twin telepathy thing again?”

“Hardly telepathy when we share a body,” Lincoln said. “But yes. Give us that dick, already.”

“Please,” Richter added, almost as an afterthought.

Andy rolled his eyes, but let the twins roll on two condoms, one over the other. They were straining and tight, but not so tight as to cut anything off. He was definitely going to have to find something bigger than magnums, though. Or maybe they should just get tested. It’s not like either of them really slept around.

But that would have to wait. Right now, he had an ass to fuck. The straining head poked at the gaping hole, which almost immediately sucked it into itself. “Patience, babes,” Andy said. “Remember, I don’t want to split you the rest of the way in half.”

“Yes, Andy,” both twins said, shuddering in fear again.

Andy continued to ease himself in, his dick sinking into their ass centimeter by centimeter, inch by inch, until, at long last, the full length was buried inside.

“Oh fuck,” Lincoln moaned, his eyes rolling back into his head, “That’s gotta be at least a foot long!”

“At least,” Righter agreed, his own eyes fluttering shut. “Fuck, don’t just stand there,” he pleaded. “Fuck us like you mean it!”

“Please,” Lincoln added, almost as an afterthought.

“Bossy, bossy,” Andy said, but complied, pulling out a few inches then thrusting back in, then pulling out and back in again, and again, and again, picking up speed until, after a minute of serious fucking, he came, shooting his load into the condom. The inner one broke, but the outer one stayed intact.

“Heck, that was a good call,” Andy said. “My load snapped one of the condoms.”

“Oh fuck,” Lincoln said, “that’s, that’s so hot!”

“Cumming!” Richter cried.

Both cocks shot their loads, spattering the shower floor with their seed.

“Fuck, we have got to get tested,” Lincoln said. “I can’t believe that got us over the edge.”

“Believe it, brother,” Richter said.

Andy just laughed, deep and hearty.

“Babes, why’d I ask you to get me new clothes?” Andy called from his room.

“Because you needed new ones after you grew out of your gym clothes,” Lincoln called back.

“How would I have done that?” Andy called back.

Richter sighed, and got the monkey’s paw from the key bowl by the door. “Okay, don’t freak out,” he started, after picking up the paw and walking into Andy’s room. “You see how the fingers are less curled than when you found it?”

“Yeah,” Andy said, glancing at the little artifact and blinking. Then it clicked. “Oh! It’s rewriting reality so I was always this big. Hot.”

“He’s smarter than he looks,” Lincoln said.

“Oi!” Andy groused. “I’ll bonk you over the head for that!”

“Please don’t, he doesn’t have a spare,” Righter said, smirking.

“Well, I mean,” Andy said, then stopped, “Hey, did you wish to share a body?”

“The other way around, actually,” Richter said. “We wished to not share a head.”

“We used to be a DID system, not a pair of conjoined twins,” Lincoln said.

“Oh,” Andy said. “Huh. Isn’t the monkey’s paw supposed to be, like, evil?”

“Apparently, they get a bad rap,” Lincoln said.

“Still prudent not to overuse it, though,” Richter said. “Where should we put it so we don’t forget?”

That weekend, Lincoln, Richter and Andy had a couple of surprise visitors.

“Lev!” called Ricther while Lincoln called “Dex!”

“So these are the illustrious Dex and Lev,” Andy said. “Andy Bigman, at your service,” he added, putting his hand out to shake.

“Yeah you are,” one of the visitors said, openly staring with his gob wide open.

“Sorry about him,” the other said, “Levi tends to get a bit awestruck when he sees a proper giant. And Andy here is… well, he’s huge!”

Levi snapped his jaw shut. “Sorry where are my manners? I’m Levi Tine, and this is Dexter Prong. Our friends call us Lev and Dex.”

“A pleasure to meet you,” Dexter said.

“The pleasure is all mine,” Andy said. “I’ve heard so much about you.”

“Funny, ‘cause we haven’t heard anything about you,” Levi said, glancing at the Doublet twins.

“Levi!” Dexter said.

“You’re the ones who broke it off,” Lincoln said, raising his hand in surrender. “Excuse us for giving you the space you wanted.”

“Lincoln!” Richter said.

“Yeah, about that,” Dexter said, rubbing his neck, “Lev and I, we’ve been thinking, and, well…”

“You kind of ruined us for other men,” Levi admitted. “It’s just…”

“We got used to getting fucked side by side,” Dexter continued. “And it’s not the same with two guys back there. It’s not!”

“We’re sorry for saying we weren’t good with long distance,” Levi said. “We probably still aren’t, but we’ll make it work.”

“If you still want us, that is,” Dexter said, glancing at Andy.

Lincoln and Richter looked at each other, a silent conversation between them.

“I mean,” Lincoln started, “We’re not gonna lie, fucking you two was amazing.”

“Especially when you started making out in front of us,” Richter added.

“And we’d be lying if we said we didn’t want you back,” Lincoln continued, “But Andy…”

“I don’t mind,” Andy said. “I think these two twinks are adorable, and I’d love to have them with us. I’ve always wanted to be part of a harem.”

Dexter snorted. “A harem, eh?” he said. “Would that mean we’d have to share?”

“Oh, like we didn’t already do that,” Levi waved off. “I’m in!”

Now it was Richter’s turn to snort. “Don’t worry, Andy’s a top, he won’t horn in on your territory.”

“He will horn in on ours, though,” Lincoln added smirking.

“Is that an invitation?” Andy said, swallowing his roommate in a hug from behind, his bulge swelling to fill the twins’ asscleft.

“It is now,” Richter replied, voice sultry.

Dexter and Levi quickly dropped to their knees and undid the Doublets’ pants, releasing their dicks. The two twinks licked their lips, then looked up at Lincoln and Richter.

“We, uh, we’ve been careful to stay clean,” Levi said.

“And we got our test results on Friday,” Dexter added.

“So did we,” Lincoln said, grinning.

“All three of us are clean as whistles,” Richter added.

“So, you know, full steam ahead,” Lincoln said.

Dexter and Levi both grinned, then swallowed Lincoln and Richter’s cocks whole, Levi on the right and Dexter on the left, just like old times. Andy came up behind the Doublet twins, his dick teasing at their hole with its own practiced ease. Soon enough, all four bodies were naked, their clothes strewn about the common room, and everyone’s dicks and asses were lubed and ready to go.

Lincoln and Richter eased themselves into Dexter and Levi, Dexter on the left and Levi on the right, while Andy did the same to them, his massive twelve foot frame curling over all the others in a protective embrace. Dexter and Levi lay on the ground, thrusting up onto the Doublets’ cocks and kissing each other like their lives depended on it. And Lincoln and Richter were there in the middle, enjoying the view and the heat and the rush as they fucked and were fucked, surrounded by sex on all sides.

Soon enough, they came, Andy flooding Lincoln and Richter’s ass, Lincoln and Richter flooding those of Dexter and Levi, and Dexter and Levi spattering the carpet beneath them.

Levi hummed in contentment. “I don’t know about all of you, but that was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

“Totally,” Dexter added, dreamy. “A pity the beds are so small here.”

“And how would you know that?” Lincoln asked, struggling to stay awake himself.

“You would have taken this to the bedroom if they weren’t,” Dexter answered.

“Also, have you seen Andy?” Levi added. “No bed is big enough for him.”

“He’s got you there, babes,” Andy said, his limbs locked in place to prevent him from falling on top of everyone. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up. We’re not the only ones in this suite.”

At that point, the door opened again, and in walked the third roommate, dropping his keys into the bowl and dumping his bag on the shelf next to it. When he finally looked up to see the pile of naked bodies in front of him, all he did was sigh and walk into his room.

“Whoa,” Levi said.

“What?” Dexter asked.

“Look at this gnarly thing,” Levi replied, thrusting a weird, little mummified hand, dark and wrinkly and covered with hair, in Dexter’s face. All its fingers were extended, except for a slight curl to the middle finger.

“Get that thing out of my face,” Dexter cried, shoving Levi back. Then he gave it a proper look. “A monkey’s paw. And it seems no one’s made a wish.”

“Why would you make a wish on a monkey’s paw?” Levi asked.

“I dunno, masochism?” Dexter shrugged. “They’re notorious for really screwing with the people who use them, more so than genies.”

“Wait, they’re wish granters?” Levi asked. “Sweet!”

“Don’t!” Dexter cried, and snatched the paw from Levi before he could even think of a wish. “We’ve got it pretty good here, and I don’t want to screw that up. Which you will do if you make any sort of baseless wish.”

“Okay, okay, sorry,” Levi said. “I just wanted to be closer to Richt and Link, you know. I’m scared of going long distance again.”

“I know,” Dexter said. “At least we have each other, so the pain isn’t so great. And now that we know Link and Richt miss us too, we can apply for a transfer. Or they can apply for one, we should coordinate before we make any plans.”

“I see you’ve found our little friend,” Andy cut in, ducking through the doorway. “Just be careful with that, you know? Never know what it could decide to do.”

“We know,” Levi said.

“Wait, how do you know?” Dexter asked. “Not that you’re, uh, not that—”

“No, I get it,” Andy said. “Link and Richt and I both used it. Apparently I was a lot smaller before I made my wish. Like, only six feet tall.”

“‘Apparently’?” Levi asked. “‘Only’ six feet?”

“How could you have—?” Dexter started, getting a closer look at the monkey’s paw. “Oh I see, it rewrites reality so it was never used. But how do you remember?”

“I don’t,” Andy shrugged. “But Link and Richt do. You’ll have to ask them.”

Dexter hummed. “It looks like it hasn’t quite completed granting its second wish. That must be Link and Richts’ wish.”

“I bet they wished to make themselves a two-headed guy,” Levi said. “I mean, conjoined twins aren’t that rare, but they’re not that common either, and most of them aren’t nearly so integrated as Richt and Link.”

“No bet,” Dexter idly said, still examining the monkey’s paw. Then: “I wish there were room for us all here.” The index finger of the monkey’s paw curled.

“Dude!” Levi cried. “What was that about making a baseless wish?”

“I don’t know!” Dexter cried, throwing the paw across the room. “I just felt the need to say that!”

Unbeknownst to everyone, the paw’s middle finger twitched and finally finished straightening.

Jacques Strapp wasn’t much for conversation. It certainly didn’t help that his gorgeous roommates were flaunting their relationship with his other gorgeous roommate, and now they had two gorgeous little twinks visiting too. It just wasn’t fair! Why couldn’t he get in on that? Wrapping himself around those two gorgeous cocks, inhaling their delectable scent, soaking up their copious spend, supporting their pendulous weight in their every endeavor. He needed it!

Fortunately—and Jacques could not believe he was saying this—the walls were comically thin, so he heard everything about the little monkey’s paw adventure. Now all he needed was to get his hands on it and make his wish.

It was easy enough really. Dexter and Levi had to leave soon, and Lincoln and Richter insisted they all go out for one last hurrah before they went their separate ways. With the dorm otherwise empty, all Jacques had to do was sneak into their room and find the paw wherever it had been thrown.

After several minutes of searching on his hands and knees, he found it, the weird, little mummified hand, dark and wrinkly and covered with hair. “Yes!” he cried, and pumped his fist in the air. “Alright Jacques,” he told himself. “You got one chance, don’t blow it.” He cleared his throat and made his wish: “I wish I could support Link and Richt in their every endeavor.”

The ring finger of the monkey’s paw curled, leaving the middle finger proudly at attention on its lonesome. Jacques smirked, but refrained from making any crass jokes. It wouldn’t do to offend a possibly malevolent magical artifact that rewrote reality on a whim. It was bad enough he was starting to feel really warm, and his clothes were making him itchy. He stripped them off, then folded them neatly into a little pile and took them into his own room, leaving the monkey’s paw behind on Richter’s bedside table.

When he got to his room, he put his little pile of folded clothes into his wardrobe and shut them in. Then he started doing the same with all the rest of his scattered clothes. It was strangely meditative, and his wardrobe never seemed any fuller as he stowed more and more of his clothes. Once they were gone, he stripped his bed and put the bedclothes in as well, then started putting his coursework away, textbooks and notes and study guides and even his laptop, all of it disappeared into the depths of the wardrobe, never to be seen again. Then he turned his eye to the posters on the walls and the knicknacks on the shelves, and started stowing them as well.

Once all traces of Jacques Strapp had been removed from the room, he smiled and went into the common room, looking for any other traces of his existence. There was only one, a picture of him and some other people going to some monument or other. Jacques didn’t really care, he just took it down off the wall and stowed it in the bottomless wardrobe.

At that moment, Lincoln and Richter returned from their send-off dinner, Andy and Dexter and Levi in tow.

“Masters, you’re back!” Jacques called.

All five of them stopped short, and looked directly at him.

“Jacques, what are you doing?” Lincoln asked.

“And why are you naked?” Richter added.

“And why did you call us ‘Masters’?” Lincoln continued.

“And how did we know you meant us?” Richter finished.

“Does it matter?” Jacques said, kneeling before his twin masters and pulling off the layers that covered them. “I’m here to support you, Masters,” he told them, “in your every endeavor.” And then he buried his face between the cocks, inhaling their delectable scent. Jacques was in heaven, he was finally going to fulfill his purpose!

He opened his jaw wide, and slipped both dicks and all three balls into his mouth, his tongue gliding over all of them and slurping up their copious pre. His arms wrapped around their waist, and around and around, flattening and tightening into an elastic band. His body shrank away and hollowed out into a supple cloth pouch, just tight enough to hold all its masters’ tackle and keep it in place, but not so tight as to mash it into an undifferentiated bulge. His legs curled around and joined with his arms, tightening and stretching into two straps across its master’s perfect ass cheeks.

His head was the last thing to go, the ears and nose closing up and the hair retreating and the skull flattening into a cup to protect its precious cargo, and finally the eyes, a glimmer of pure ecstasy dancing within them as they rolled into the back of its head and closed forever. The only remnant of its humanity left was the twitching and twisting and tugging the pouch did to its charges, bringing them to orgasm and soaking up their copious spend, after which it settled down into a gentle, but persistent, stroking down the pouch—not enough to aggravate, and certainly not unwelcome.

“Fuck, what just happened?” Lincoln asked.

“Our roommate turned into our jockstrap,” Richter replied.

“Well, yeah, but how? Why?”

“I’ll give you three guesses,” Richter said. “And the first two don’t count.”

“Oh fuck,” Dexter cried, and ran into their room to find the monkey’s paw. “He made a wish,” he announced, pointing at the half-curled ring finger on the paw. “See?”

“What happened to the pointer finger?” Lincoln asked. “Andy’s wish had finished, it should be straight, not half curled itself.”

Dexter blushed, but it was Levi who answered. “Dexter here wished there was enough room for us all here.”

Andy looked into Jacques’s old room to find it empty, as barren as it was on moving day. “Well, dang,” he said. “Looks like Jaques cleaned up after himself before he turned into a jock.”

Dexter and Levi looked at each other, then barreled into the room and yanked open the wardrobe. Sure enough, all the stuff they’d left back at their own dorm was neatly arranged and ready to be deployed.

“Augh,” Dexter moaned. “I can feel my reality being rewritten just looking at this stuff.”

“Fuck man,” Levi said, “that thing really is a monkey’s paw!”

“Well, Jacques seems happy,” Richter said, idly stroking it as it stroked the cocks it held.

Lincoln was decidedly less composed. “Fuck, this is so hot!” he said. “Get your hand out of the way, I wanna see if his cup can be taken out.”

“They usually can,” Richter said. “And I think he’s an it, now. And happily so.”

“Yeah, I’m getting that vibe, too,” Lincoln admitted, removing the cup. “Yeah, that’s it, put your whole body into it, show off the goods.”

“Dex, are you okay with this?” Levi asked.

Dexter looked up from the monkey’s paw, its ring finger visibly uncurling before his eyes, to the jock that once was Jacques. He noticed the name across the waistband, ‘Jacques’ on the right, and ‘Strapp’ on the left. “Yeah, yeah, I think I am,” Dexter said, throwing the paw off to the side. “Let’s get our stuff in here.”

Unbeknownst to everyone, as Dexter and Levi moved in and overwrote Jacques’s existence with their own, the monkey’s paw finished straightening all its fingers. Then it curled right back up, flipped itself over, and scurried away.

Its work here was done, and it had other realities to ravel.

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