A long day

by brazboy   

Lauro’s days are usually very, very long—and so is he. Today, though, is a good day—it’s his older brother’s birthday, and he has gotten him a nice and meaningful gift.

Note: Inspired by the work of TreborNawoc.

Lauro wakes up grumbling, his five right arms rubbing his immense and long five independent sets of twelve abs, each on their own torso, one atop the other. He then raises his upper right arm to his lips, collecting some of his running saliva, as he yawns and fumbles around with his immensely thick legs.

“Hmmm, what time is it?” he asks himself, his left upper hand picking up his phone, making the immensely long lad gasp, as his ten legs also sway around, kicking away his immense blanket and getting his delicious body off his ample bed. “Wow, eight! I’ll miss the bus!” the handsome lad gasps, surprised, as his five amazing cocks throb and slap his lower body with a multitude of wet thuds. He grunts.

“Fuck!” he shrieks, and then looks around. On the other wall of the immensely long room, Lauro had a desk and his closet. He quickly lifts his upper torsos from the bed to reach for the closet, open it, and grab his usual clothes—amazingly long pants and shirts, and five independent jackets. As his upper hands do that, the amazing lad moves his legs and his lower hands reach for each of his five cocks. “Won’t have time to deal with all of you today…” he pants, as one by one he forced the four rear cocks inside his own ass holes, except the frontal cock, which he has to tie around his lower torso and wrap the glans with a plastic bag to stay dry.

“Hey, Lauro, you’re gonna be late!” says a deep voice knocking on his door. Lauro rolls his eyes, as three pairs of hands are dressing his shirts and buttoning them up, one is pushing his immense dicks inside his stretchy holes, and the last is pulling up pants over ten legs and then his enormously long lower body all at once. It was a festival of swaying cocks, arms, hands, fingers, toes, and feet inside Lauro’s room.

“I know, Daniel, thanks!” responds Lauro, annoyed. His brother was right, of course, but unfortunately, he couldn’t tell him he needed to go out earlier today and so he was already, basically, late.

“You’re welcome!” responds Daniel, and then his many limbs stomp away from Lauro’s door, and towards the kitchen. Meanwhile, Lauro dresses up in a hurry—soon finishing with everything, and turning around after putting all his ten shoes, and standing on his own feet. He looks at himself on the mirror, fixing up his hair.

“Perfect!” he says, having even washed his head and hair on the bathroom while most of his body was independently dressing up in the bedroom. Lauro then lowers his head, opens his door, and walks out of his room into the hallway—which isn’t particularly low in their adapted household, but still a challenge as he and his brother had grown more than predicted since it was built. Lauro had to lean down two or three of his upper torsos just to be able to walk away to the kitchen.

“Oh, you are already dressed up!” says a surprised Daniel, looking up and down his immense younger brother’s body. The older lad is, himself, sitting across the kitchen with his lower body, as his six sets of arms do different things—one fries eggs, another makes coffee, another picks up milk, another waters the plants, another washes the dishes and the last is chucking food inside of Daniel’s mouth. He is already wearing his incredibly tight suit—but he always leaves earlier than Lauro for work.

“Yes, but I am still late… eh… classes will start earlier today!” explains Lauro, as he grabs dozens of kilograms of fruits with different hands and starts walking to the door, while eating them in turn.

“All right. Don’t forget my birthday party later today, Lauro!” warns Daniel, as his immense body worked in different ways at once, all parts of it perfectly filling his handsome linen clothes.

“Ah, yes, of course… never,” smirks Lauro, although Daniel can’t see it as the younger lad is already walking away.

Once outside of their immense adapted home, Lauro is in the world of normies—or tinies, as he and his brother have called the majority of men since they were edgy kids. This means that Lauro towers not only over basically everyone else walking down the street, but even over the lampposts and most of the trees—which forces him to keep an eye for electric cables and use his many powerful hands to push away whole branches of trees so he can walk on the sidewalk without occupying all of the street. Meanwhile, at the street level, most people just notice a synchronized walk of ten legs flowing down the street, unable to even see Lauro’s whistling happy face way up there.

“How are you going, Lauro? Why in such a hurry?” says one of his friends from out of his third-floor window, still having to look up to talk to Lauro’s face. The young stud smiles, turning around.

“Ah, Marcelo… I have to get some things I ordered before class… see you at university,” explains the enormous towering multitaur. Marcelo nods.

“Good luck,” he says, and Lauro nods, thinking he will need it. In fact, that’s all he can think about as he approached the neighborhood’s main avenue—filled with people and buses, bustling with movement. Usually, Lauro would take a specific multi-friendly bus more or less set for him, which comes through at 8:45. Today, however, Lauro is going to take the normal 8:15 bus. He bites his lips—there is nothing in this world that can ruin his plans, as he woke up in time, but this would be a struggle.

Many people bump into Lauro as he walks, although most give him way to avoid having to deal with his massive size and the risk of being pushed aside ruthlessly. Eventually, Lauro turns his body sideways on the bus stop, occupying an immense section of the sidewalk next to the avenue, as he watches for his bus’s eventual arrival.

“Oh, here it comes!” Lauro says, while some guys cross under his legs to try and get to another bus that is parked on the other side of him. “Uh, ahhh!” gasps Lauro, feeling the men crawling in between his legs and even their backs rubbing his cocks.

“Come on, man!” complains one of the lads trying to get to transportation, as Lauro apologizes for basically blocking access to the roads, although he was more worried about lifting his right arms to tell the next bus to halt.

The next bus stops next to immense Lauro, who lowers his head and his torsos, pushing them inside the bus’s door.

“Downtown?” he asks, and the driver nods, clearly a bit shocked at the size of his new passenger. Lauro then turns his head to the side, and easily sees the bus is only half full. He passes his card then, and his immense upper body starts sliding in, as his lower body walks up, forwards, and then into the bus.

Seeing this gigantic 20-limbed and multi-ton man force his enormous body inside a city bus is already hot, making several guys stare at Lauro’s rear legs and buns as they tremble and move forward, with the lad trying to squeeze himself inside. Even more, though, is the fact that there is a small line after Lauro of people who find it in them to try and squeeze themselves in around the overgrown stud—one even rubbing his body against Lauro’s ass, as the bus becomes too small and cramped for everyone.

“Do you want to sit here?” asks one of the women sitting in a double priority seat (also available for macros and multis). Lauro swirls his immense upper body over several rows of passengers until getting to her and shaking his head, as the bus departs.

“No, thanks, I’m too big for that seat,” he says, and indeed, even his rear ass wouldn’t fit in that bench—he really does need all of the aisle and back of the bus, plus significant space above the passengers’ heads, to be able to fit inside a normal bus. As the bus stopped at several stops along the way, people enter and have to squeeze themselves under, around, or above Lauro’s body to get to a seat or cross over the length of the bus to the door. Only fifteen minutes later Lauro pulls the rope and the bus stopped for him.

“Thank you, piloto!” he says, as the bus stops near a normal stop, as he is a massive and gigantic multi and everyone wants him to just leave already, if they are honest. Lauro then proceeds to untangle his body inside the bus, slowly sliding himself out of the door at the other end, then gasping and panting after his final legs step out of the vehicle.

“Damn, harder than… imagined!” he whispers to himself, as his ten arms fix his clothes and he recollects his breath. A few people whom he has inadvertently pulled with himself out of the bus jump back in, and the vehicle departs, now mostly empty.

Lauro sighs, as he fixes his clothes, and feels his cocks trembling inside his holes, or, in the case of the first of his rods, tied up against his abs and lower chest. The truth is that Lauro is also feeling horny, as everyone has been bumping into him inside the bus and the shaking and movement of the vehicle had made his four cocks inside his four assholes fuck himself deep and deliciously, drooling abundant pre inside as well as even hammering his precious four fore prostrates. “Okay, okay, you can do it, Lauro,” he tells himself, as he slowly tries to also control his arousal, and then starts walking around the commercial streets downtown.

Lauro walks down the main commercial streets, his many legs forcing the opening of a path in the crowd, even as people bump against his immensely long body. Other hunks and multis are around, but he honestly towers over basically all of them, and even the big burly ones whistle and gasp as they look up, and up, until they find Lauro’s face checking left and right, searching for the right store.

“Wow,” gasps a tall 6-armed lad with 36 abs, covered by a thick and extra-long shirt. He isn’t used to being shorter than other people, so when Lauro passes by him he just gasps and turns around to watch him go about his day, his head still closer to other people’s heads than to Lauro’s himself.

“There it is!” says Lauro, finally, after turning around the corner, seeing the old jewelry store where he had bought his brother’s birthday gift. Instead of entering fully, though, as the building is too small, Lauro leans forwards and enters the store only with his five torsos, which now seem to hover around as if floating without a base, and one of his pairs of legs, which is barely stepping across the door. All of Lauro’s eight other legs stay outside, almost closing a big section of the road and creating a small-scale traffic and people jam.

“Welcome cus… wow… wow… wow!” gasps the lazy attendant as he slowly looks up from the jewelry and towards Lauro, seeing the lad he was facing and taking a step back. Even only halfway in, Lauro’s body almost fills the store and is way too close for comfort. The handsome hunk working with the store’s uniform opens his eyes wide as he stares at Lauro’s amazing muscles and handsome face, and then his cock starts to throb hgelplessly in his pants.

“Hello I… are you all right?” asks the concerned multi, looking at the panting vendor’s blushing face. He gasps and shakes his head, and then contorts his face, and ejaculates without even touching himself in any way, shape, or form, simply due to Lauro’s overwhelming muscles and his gigantic, swirling, and majestic manly presence. As the worker grunts and ejaculates inside his pants, someone comes out from the insides of the store.

“Sorry, it’s my son, he is new here,” says the owner of the store, a handsome 47-year-old man wearing an apron as he had been working with jewelry and precious stones in the workshop inside. “Ah, you are the lad who ordered the eleven bracelets, right? I have them ready for you,” he continues, and Lauro nods.

“Thank you, sir,” he responds, and then turns his gigantically long body towards the father, as he leaves the son panting to himself, wobbling on his weak and confused knees, but not before whispering an apology to him.

“No problem, son, here they are. You just have to pay the other half of the agreed price,” he says, and pulls a little machine. “Credit or debit?” he asks, and Lauro pulls his phone to do an easier instant transfer. As soon as the payment arrives, the owner gives Lauro the two boxes with the jewelry, and then he thanks them and leaves, walking backwards until he can straighten his back up again. He then turns to walk to the university, all self-satisfied that he has his brother’s gift in his backpack, which can’t be reached by any thieves as it was in his upper back (some five meters above the heads of most people!).

Lauro’s long body climbs the stairs of his university’s main building—he is so long that his forelegs arrive at the top before his rear legs even start climbing the stairs. That’s normal to him, just as much as bowing down to cross under the large (but not sufficiently big) main gate to the atrium, beyond which he can extend his whole length up again.

“Hey, Lauro, good morning!” greets the massively muscular and four-armed security guard at the entrance, and Lauro nods to him.

“Good morning, Paulo,” he responds. Most other lads go towards the lift, but Lauro moves to the immense staircase leading to the second floor, as he doesn’t fit the building’s relatively small elevator. As Lauro climbs the stairs, as usual, other people walk around him, sometimes rubbing his body, and, obviously, his fantastically long upper body arrives on the second floor before the rest of his frame. Lauro’s friends greet him then, first looking down, and then straight, and then more and more up, as more and more of the multi-limbed hunk appears from the floor below, eventually twisting his magnificent torsos around and towards his mates.

“Hello, everyone! I guess the professor hasn’t arrived yet,” says Lauro, as his immense legs soon arrive on the floor, and he moves to sit on the extra-long bench available by the staircase. He does so by straddling it with his lower body before lowering his massive weight on the sitting structure, as his upper body glances and sways around.

“Yeah, he will be late, apparently. It seems that there was flooding around the north zone and the centaur trucks stopped running,” says Marcelo, who had to look up almost 90 degrees to look at Lauro in the eyes now, even if Lauro was bending down significantly.

“Wow, why doesn’t he trot here, then?” asks Lauro, and a female friend of his laughs.

“The water is a meter deep or more, he’d get all his fur dirty, Lauro,” she says, and Lauro nods, as his massive shafts and balls all rub on the extra-long bench his legs are straddling, even if his glans were mostly well secured inside his assholes. A multitude of other students chat all around him and under Lauro’s bending upper body, which crosses half the empty hall hovering from the bench to where Lauro’s friend group is gathering.

“I guess. It’s unfortunate our professor isn’t a merman, then,” he jokes, as his ten shoulders shrug. Another one of Lauro’s friends, a handsome and tall boytaur, contorts his face in disgust.

“Uhhh, I’m sure no merman would want to swim in floodwater, man!” he comments, as Lauro’s massive upper body hovers towards the handsome mate. They chat about that for a while before Lauro and his friends and himself change the topic, until the centaur professor arrives half an hour later almost panting, and starts the class for his wonderfully diverse set of students.

After the end of a long day of classes, Lauro stands up and leaves the main university building with some of his friends. As usual, two of his closest friends mount his back as a joke, forcing Lauro to carry them through the square in front of the campus to the street on the other side where they separate. One of those friends is a handsome hexataur stud, who loves the irony of being carried by an even hunkier jock with even more legs, and often masturbates to that very same thought in the privacy of his home.

“You aren’t coming to the bar, Lauro?” asks Pedro, Lauro’s hexataur friend, as he dismounts from Lauro’s immensely thick lower body, and Lauro’s upper frame moves about and almost around him, until they are face-to-face.

“Sorry, today is my older brother’s birthday. Maybe next week!” he responds and then said his goodbyes. His friends reply by hugging him and slapping him in the ass as he is walking away with his 10 coordinated legs. Lauro smirks at Pedro before leaving, and makes sure to sway his impressively long body in a way that is sure to tease the musclebound hexataur with his crush on larger men and make him talk a lot about Lauro during their stay in the bar.

Now alone, Lauro walks down the street, passing in front of restaurants, stores, and office buildings, occupying a lot of the pedestrian path as people stop and gasp, staring at him even when pretending not to. Not only normal folks stop to see Lauro pass by, but also some multis, as Lauro is just that large—from ass to head, more than 10 meters of amazingly muscular hunk, walking with ten synchronized legs, and with 10 wonderfully thick arms rubbing his different muscles or swaying as he walked.

“Wow, did you see that boy?” asks someone, impressed, inside a building’s second floor after they see Lauro pass by, towering above their window’s level.

“Fuck, he is huge!” whispers a smaller eight-limbed multi, used to being one of the bigger guys around, from the ice cream stand where he is working. He stares as Lauro’s gigantic muscular body finds its path between the crowd and the trees toward the bus stop.

It takes Lauro some time to get around town, especially because after class and all the attention he got everywhere, he is starting to get even hornier than usual—which means his cocks are throbbing and trembling inside his holes, or, in the case of his forecock, against his lower set of abs and chest. Then, suddenly, it starts raining, and people take refuge under whatever roof they can find. Lauro tries to squeeze himself under some awnings, but that just serves to push people around, and, plus, he has a commitment to get home for his brother’s small birthday gathering—he can’t just wait for the rain to subside.

And so, our lad winds his massive body through a gallery connecting the street where he has been walking to the main avenue downtown, leaving it on the other side. There he stretches his gigantic size on the now almost empty public road, still under the city’s watchful gaze. The water raining down on Lauro means his clothes are getting increasingly soaked and sticking to his massive muscular body with each passing second—it’s uncomfortable, but, above all, revealing. His throbbing erections, downstairs, are also getting affected by the friction his multiple steps now cause between his rods, balls, and wet sticky clothes. Similarly, his muscular limbs are even more obscene-looking now than before.

“Hmmm, fuck,” mutters Lauro, as some of his hands try to readjust all that fabric, to no avail. He is drenched in rainwater pretty quickly, and that makes his already tight clothes reveal his amazing multiple torsos completely.

Finally, after more minutes of this, Lauro gets to the bus stop where he waits around under a tree for his bus to arrive. When it does, it is almost empty—fortunately—and he can squeeze himself in the back without bothering too many people, although some lads and girls stare as his amazing muscular self throws his immense weight on the longer back rolls of seats—and easily fills them, with more than enough Lauro to spare, as he occupied, between legs, abs, torsos and arms, hovering and snaking tiredly around, a total of eight seats!

“Ah!” sighs the tired lad, now patting his whole wet body and rubbing some water away. He was still so hard and horny—maybe he should have drained himself at university, in his special spot. But he has to get home to his big bro.

Wet, winding over a nice chunk of the bus, and a bit uncomfortable, the 20-limbed stud naps until he is almost home.

By the time Lauro arrives at his neighborhood, fortunately, the rain has already stopped. He walks around still wet, receiving the gazes of different people, but at least he gets a little bit drier by the time he gets home, and can recover from the overly strong cold of the inside of the air-conditioned bus. At home, his brother chastises Lauro for not having waited for the rain to pass, as he could become sick from being wet for hours and in the bus’s AC, though they both know their exceptionally healthy bodies are unlikely to ever succumb to such silly problems.

“Go get changed, then, everyone is about to start arriving!” orders Daniel, ending the debate between the brothers, and Lauro nods. He bends his body to cross the 4-meter-high (but still overly short) ceiling of the hallway, and finally gets to his room, which he enters head first, most of his body only traversing through it straight to his immense bathroom where he makes himself a bath and starts undressing. Soon, Lauro plunges into his warm bath, his naked body snaking around and filling with muscle the 5-meter-long bathtub, which seems to contain inside more lad than water.

“Hmm, ahhh,” he moans, as he starts sweating and resting and his body starts warming up in the hot water. Swirling like a limbed eel, Lauro rests like this for a little while, moaning as his hands slowly end up finding his cocks, and (surprisingly!) start pulling them from his assholes, liberating their horny and delicious thickness. Almost naturally, Lauro immediately starts rubbing his perpetually horny and deliciously manly rods.

“It was a long day for me… I deserve to relax too…” Lauro moans to himself, as his body starts folding forwards on itself, and his five sets of hands seem to naturally stroke each one of his respective five long and towering cocks. They are big and plump like the rest of him, red where his muscles were golden, but also hard and round. Soon Lauro starts jacking himself off fivefold, as the steam of the bath water relaxes and soothes Lauro’s immense muscles, and his delicious body seems to melt in sexual relaxation. He moans, as the stroking gets faster and faster, and his abundant drooling pre coats his rods and even starts mixing on the bath water, amazing in thickness and stickiness, as well as sweet and salty to the taste of his lips and tongues. Without even realizing, and lost in his own self, Lauro soon even starts bucking his thick hips and legs back and forth in a long and powerful wave—which makes the water wherein he laid shake too, some of it overflowing his delicious bath, and ending in the drains Lauro had in his bathroom’s floor.

“Ah, ah, ah!” moans the handsome, exquisite, musclebound, multi-limbed and hypersexual lad. As he does, the guests outside—arriving for his brother’s gathering in the garden -, can hear some of his fumbling, moaning, and multi-jacking across the walls. Lauro was too big, and too abundant, for his sexual bliss to be contained within four walls.

“Seems like your brother is already having fun,” comments one of Daniel’s friends, a ten-limbed hunk with his four arms hugging the lowered two upper torsos of Daniel’s body, before handing him a present. Daniel smiles.

“Yeah, he had a long day at university, let him relax a little, soon he will join us,” he says, before going to greet other of his guests—one of his best friends who had just arrived, a twelve-limbed jock dressed in marvelously thin silky clothes; a couple of friends from high school; one of his closest colleagues from work and his wife, amongst others.

“I think I saw your little brother downtown today, man. He is looking huge!” says Daniel’s twelve-limbed friend, as his six arms hug Daniel’s lower three torsos, with the birthday man’s upper three torsos bowing to welcome and shake hands with other guests before swirling around to talk to him.

“Yeah, probably, man. He is studying downtown nowadays, and there aren’t many lads with 20 limbs who just walk around the city,” says Daniel, reciprocating the hug with his lower three torsos, and then, after folding himself around his friend, with his upper three torsos too, before the two men part and talk about their jobs, and the issues of being a multi-limbed person working in a relatively large company. Daniel has plenty to say about that, being as he was absolutely gigantic in size, but his friend guarantees that even smaller multis like himself have issues, often because people assume that with their sizes they didn’t need that many adaptations, even if they did.

“Big bro!” calls a handsomely dressed, amazingly good-looking, tight, and deliciously scented Lauro, as he comes out of the house with his dripping hair and the red blush of a recently bathed lad who has just orgasmed with endless abundance. He carries two boxes in his middle hands, and sways around the crowd of guests to find his way in between multiple multis towards his older brother.

“Lauro!” responds the elder, going around and hugging him—five big burly torsos slam and hug six massive musclebound torsos, with one from Daniel to spare patting Lauro’s hair and completely enveloping his li’l bro head in big bro muscle. “There you are… everyone was waiting for you!” he says, and Lauro mumbles a response.

“No, they weren’t!” he protests, but his brother shrugs from four of his six sets of shoulders.

“Yes, they were, everyone is glancing at you now, look!” he says, and Lauro protests, blushing. The truth is that yes, everyone was looking at his deliciously handsome and immensely tall and abundant self hugging his brother—the two of them are the largest, burliest, longest, and just ‘most’ studs around. However, that was because of his brother, not because of himself!

“No, big bro, they are looking at you!” retorts Lauro, pulling away from his older brother’s marvelous embrace, as the elder throws five jokey punches on his younger sibling’s massive torsos, laughing—his last, upper, and tallest right hand rubbing Lauro’s wet hair, instead. Daniel twists his body around his younger brother and raises his eyebrows, seeing he carries two finely decorated boxes.

“Gifts, huh? I guess someone didn’t forget about my birthday,” smirks Daniel, and Lauro smiles wide now, as he slowly moves his lower body around, and swiftly laughs, jumping atop his older brother and effectively mounting his elder’s immense lower torsos with his own heavy legs and lower limbs, while hugging his upper torsos with eight powerful college-going arms—all except the two holding the boxes.

“It was supposed to be a surprise!” says Lauro, as his lower legs and torsos and cocks rub on his older brother’s body, making them both happy and horny as everyone watches those multiple tons of hunk play and celebrate their brotherhood. The gigantic Daniel lets his brother be a brat, and doesn’t even protest or try to control him, just grabbing the boxes while letting the younger one take possession of his more mature and better-developed body.

“Uh, huh. I am surprised. Let’s see what this is!” says Daniel, as he grabs the two boxes with two of his hands and shakes them. Lauro moans with the rubbing of their bodies, and grunts protesting with the rough treatment of the presents he had gotten his brother.

“The left one is mine! It’s a matching pair!” he anxiously informs, as Daniel’s hands pass the boxes up between themselves, towards the final two pairs of arms, each of which opens one of the boxes, as Daniel. He feels mischievous Lauro hugging his clothed chest, rubbing it, and even slightly humping his lower body with his little brother self, but that was not an abnormal thing to do amongst multis. Daniel also feels Lauro’s eyes watching his every reaction mindfully, and with high excitement, which was palpable both through his breathing in all his 10 lungs, the shaking of his abundant muscles, and the trembling of his well-contained cocks rubbing through their clothes against Daniel’s back.

“Wow! How much did this cost, Lauro? A set of bracelets!” says a surprised and actually emotive Daniel, seeing what his hands had discovered inside the boxes. This was a fine, beautiful, meaningful, and wonderful gift. One of the boxes has six thick golden bracelets in it, and the other one has five equally fine and slightly less thick pieces of jewelry. Each bracelet, Daniel quickly sees, has a single unique letter written on it, too.

“It is a personalized set; we each get one. Mine has five pieces and it says ‘Lauro’, and yours has six, and it says ‘Daniel’. We can wear it on our right arms… do you like it?” boasts the bratty and yet insecure younger stud, proud of himself as he slowly senses the delight in Daniel’s voice. The older brother quickly grabs his gift and all at once with his many arms, puts on his bracelets in order. He then grabs his younger brother, making him laugh.

“Of course I love it!” responds the older brother, as he manhandles a happy Lauro, turning him around, as his own long torsos each grabbed one of Lauro’s right hands and put his own bracelets on him.

“See, we are matching, now!” says handsome Lauro, as he grabs his brother’s hands—all but one, but the point is still clear. Their right wrists were wearing their amazing golden bracelets.

“Amazing, Lauro, thank you, it’s wonderful!” thanks Daniel, almost tearing up, as he knows it would have been hard for his college student of a brother to afford this kind of nice gift for him. Daniel then tightly hugs his little brother’s upper body again, but now twining his massive upper and lower body in a massive multi-embrace around Lauro. Lauro moans, as he loves this kind of multi-limbed brotherly hug they sometimes have. This wonderful hug lasts for a while, until Daniel’s 12-limbed friend slaps their lower bodies, both at once, with three hands each.

“Okay, enough, you two can continue this later. Right now you have a party to host!” he says, and the brothers do separate. They continue chatting, hugging, and boasting about the bracelets, and even comparing them every so often, for the rest of the evening. Between them, after all, they have not 10, 15 or 20, but actual dozens of limbs, which are hard to keep apart at all times.

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Superstud and Macromale: The Sword of Justice by brazboy Macromale, your ordinary neighborhood hero, hears a villain called Manhunter wants to steal the Sword of Justice, except no one is aware of what exactly that is. 6 parts 26k words Added Jul 2022 Updated 13 Aug 2022 13k views 4.9 stars (12 votes) No comments yet •Cock Growth•Huge Balls•Huge Cock•Hyper Cock•Self-suck•Hyper Cum•Public Orgasm•Hyper Muscle•Hyper Strength•Muscle Growth•Getting Taller•Plausible Size Difference•Size Increase•Superhero/Supervillain •M/M

Synthetic reality by brazboy Augusto messed up in an outing with his friends, and was dumped in a random Uber to find his way back home. He opens up during his ride home and the Uber driver feels sympathetic enough to offer the lad a try-out of this new app he is developing. When Augusto’s life goes back to normal on Monday, he just wants to forget what happened on Friday completely, and leave it behind him as fast as possible—but the stuff he did while drunk catches up to him and in fact to the whole world. 9 parts 36k words Added Aug 2021 Updated 4 Sep 2021 17k views 4.9 stars (10 votes) No comments yet •Cockfucking•Huge Balls•Huge Cock•Hyper Cock•Cum Milking•Public Orgasm•Muscle Breast•Muscle/Strength•Muscle Worship•Public Nudity•Plausible Size Difference•App•Retcon •M/M•M/M/M