Andrew stepped out of his car after parking in front of the spa, turning off the vehicle before opening the door and planting one large muscular bare foot onto the pavement. Hoisting himself out of his ironically small hatchback, he lifted one of his right hands to block the sun and gaze upon his place of employment.
In his current form he had four arms, but only one head and two legs. He found it was much more difficult to sit in a little car and drive with four legs than with two, and looking around with more than one set of eyes often made him dizzy. Truthfully, he hadn’t had more than one head since his last VIP session the previous week, when he sucked those three amazing penises he added to his patron Jason.
Andrew smiled. Jared and Jason. They came as bickering brothers and left as hunky heart-throb husbands. In the short time Andrew had been performing with the Nectar—or, ahem, “VIP Oil”—that was definitely his favorite session so far.
And now, today he was to give their father the same experience.
The hunky masseuse shut his car door and started walking toward the entrance to the spa. As he walked, he willed his body back into its default form, and smiled again as he felt his rear legs grow out behind him, his jeans magically reshaping into four-legged Levi’s. His succulent hind-ass swayed hypnotically as all four of his long wide feet transported him across the parking lot. Each of his fat 16” meats were shoved down a pantleg, the front one down his front-left, the back one down his back-right, and they both were essentially massaged with each step by the fabric that gripped them tightly against his bulging quads. Andrew just wished these jeans had a little more breathing room for his enormous hairless nuts which were, as usual, being suffocated by dark blue denim.
Andrew reached the front door of META Massage and swung the door open, triggering the little bell. As expected, there was no activity in the lobby. They had no other reservations that day, and therefore Andrew had told Ben he could take the day off.
Ben was actually bi, and even had a girlfriend. One time, Andrew had suggested maybe Ben could use some Nectar on her and gift her some of the “extras” they love so much, but one of the Mikes immediately reminded him that the Nectar only works on men.
Speaking of the Nectar, neither Andrew nor Ben had any clue where the Mikes had gotten it. None of the Mikes would ever tell them, although they knew it was somewhere in Greece. They also didn’t fully understand how the stuff worked. When the Mikes hired Andrew and Ben to be his masseuses, he had them each drink a pitcher of the sweet syrup, somehow enabling the pair to alter their bodies however they wanted, always shifting reality whenever they did so, with only them and the Mikes being able to tell that anything had changed.
It had gotten to the point where Andrew and Ben were never surprised at the sight of each other after a session, either meeting in the showers, the sauna, or the lounge. Well, aside from the one time a few weeks prior when Ben walked in with his head at the end of his huge dick. The two had a good laugh, followed by some intense sex; Andrew just had to know what it felt like to get fucked by Ben in that form. 10/10.
Interestingly, the Mikes never seemed to alter his bodies, even though Andrew was certain he possessed the ability to. He always just stayed in his natural form, four hulking DILFs each with a wide throbbing two-foot fuckstick between their legs. As far as Andrew knew, he’d always been that way.
Andrew always got so aroused around the Mikes. He guessed he had a thing for DILFs. Considering his client for that day, it probably meant it was going to be difficult for him to keep his professional composure.
The boytaur made his way around the front counter, and opened the door to the employee lounge. Inside was a familiar sight.
Two of the Mikes were having ravenous sex on the couch, engaged in a particularly loud 69 session, each of them effortlessly gulping down the other’s giant schlong to the base, each of their faces being slapped with the other’s big hairy nuts each time. Andrew didn’t even blink at the sight of such passionate narcissistic ecstasy, instead looking to the other side of the room to see a third Mike sitting behind his desk, working on his computer.
“Morning, Mike,” Andrew greeted with a wave.
The Mike behind the desk looked up. “Oh, hey Andrew! You ready for today?”
“Yes sir, you know it,” the boytaur replied, walking over to his boss, or rather the body of his boss not currently engaged in fornication. “Where’s your fourth body?”
“He’s back in the states from Greece with a truckful of Nectar. He should be here tomorrow sometime. Just in time, too. We’re down to one amphora of the stuff.”
Andrew made his way around Mike’s desk to discover he was masturbating, sliding a powerful hairy hand up and down his meatpole. Andrew smiled and reached one of his left hands over and gripped the chubby shaft, enabling Mike to let go and allow his employee to do all the work.
Mike sighed as Andrew began one of his trademark masterful handjobs.
“So this guy, Jeff, you know him huh?” the masseuse asked, teasing his boss’s cock with long tantalizing strokes. Jeff was Jared and Jason’s dad.
“Mmmm, yeah, he’s a childhood friend,” the quadrupled DILF replied. “And, once upon a time, I had a crush on him, so play nice.” He wagged a finger at Andrew playfully.
“Of course,” the boytaur responded. “I’ll take extra good care of him, haha.”
“I mean it, now. I want this to be your best work yet. I wanna cum just from looking at him when you’re done, okay?”
“Yes sir!” Andrew answered like a cadet, jokingly saluting his boss with both of his right hands.
Mike chuckled. “Good. Ffffffffffuck I’m so horny. How about you take those pants off and show me that sexy second ass of yours.”
Andrew smiled and released Mike’s dick from his grip, bringing two hands down to unbutton his jeans. As he did so, he shuffled away from his boss so the latter could stand up from his chair.
The boytaur turned so his hind-ass was facing his hairy muscular nude employer, and Mike took the opportunity to slide down Andrew’s jeans. Immediately, Andrew’s big sexy tight hairless hind-ass was freed from its confinements. Mike gripped a thick cheek in each hand, spreading them apart, revealing his worker’s enlarged glistening dark sphincter. Andrew had felt inspired by his change to Jason the previous week and made his asshole permanently self-lubricated. No interruptions for lubing were required while his boss played with his ass.
“Fuck, you’re so hot, Drew,” Mike doted, releasing one of the firm asscheeks so he could smack it playfully, making it wobble around like a delectable soufflé.
“It’s nice to know the Nectar works, eh?” Andrew grinned.
“Nah, you were hot before, that’s why I hired you,” Mike responded, kneading his employee’s asscheeks lovingly. He again released one of the buns so he could grip his enormous meat. He aimed it up at Andrew’s entrance until its apple-sized cockhead was pressing up against the waiting oozing orifice.
The two of them both moaned as Mike pushed forward, Andrew’s hungry ass greedily swallowing inch-after-inch of the immense throbbing schlong.
Andrew couldn’t help but watch the other two Mikes as they continued their endless 69 on the couch, stroking his front cock as his boss dove deeper and deeper inside him. Weeks ago, Andrew had found when taking a massive dick for the first time that they passed quickly over his prostate on their journey into his depths, so he had added a second one right about where they ended up. His whole body tingled as Mike’s fat cockhead pressed up against his second prostate, simultaneous with the meeting of his asscheeks with Mike’s hips. The entire two-foot monolith was inside him.
“There we go,” Mike sighed, clearly entranced by the sensations of Andrew’s hot tight ass around his fuckstick. “Let’s get you going, though.”
Mike reached around under Andrew’s chiseled lower-torso until he found his rigid rear cock. He stroked it a few times making his lover moan before aiming it up until it sunk into the boytaur’s front asscheeks. Andrew groaned loudly, signaling the penetration of his rear cock into his front ass, making Mike smile widely.
“T-thank you,” Andrew mumbled dreamily.
“I know how you like it, love,” Mike answered adoringly. He followed this by sliding his thick meat out of the boytaur’s seemingly bottomless hind-ass, stopping only when his fist-sized cockhead was about to exit. He then powerfully thrust back into the younger man, making the two of them grunt.
Andrew’s mind was practically being melted with pleasure. He voraciously fapped his front fatty, while each thrust his boss took simultaneously drove his own rear cock almost balls deep into his front ass. He had to use every ounce of his magically-acquired powers to stave off orgasm as he was ravaged by the sensations of doubled anal with a side of handjob.
The room filled with the sounds of slapping and slurping, moaning and groaning. It filled with the smell of sweat, the smell of man-musk, the smell of pre.
They had an hour to rut before Jeff would arrive. That might be enough time.
God, Andrew loved his job so much.
Andrew stood behind the front counter, leaning against it on his elbows as he and Mike waited for Jeff to arrive. They had cut their sex a little short, opting to cum after only about 45 minutes so that they had time to get to the lobby and welcome Mike’s friend. Andrew’s boss sat on one of the lobby’s leather couches, idly jacking off as usual while he scrolled social media on his phone. His other two bodies were still having an orgy in the employee lounge, as evident by the slapping sounds Andrew could still hear through the closed door behind him.
Andrew was back in his original form: two legs, two arms, one head, one cock. For some reason he liked starting at “factory default” alongside his clients, then gradually changing his own body as he changed theirs. Occasionally, there would be a hiccup with the Nectar, and for a moment the client would detect something was off, like Jason had last session. It wouldn’t last long, though.
The boytaur looked over at his middle-aged boss and watched as the hairy nude man leaned his head forward and loudly slurped a pooling glob of pre from his piss-slit, his attention never leaving his phone.
Suddenly, there was some movement out of the corner of Andrew’s eye, making him snap up to look out the large windows at the front of the store. A beat up old 90s pickup truck pulled into a space and was shut off. Its driver’s-side door opened and out climbed Jeff.
Andrew and Ben’s changes to Jared and Jason must’ve retroactively altered their dad, because he was the hottest middle-aged man Andrew had ever seen, even hotter than the Mikes.
Jeff had a dad-bod, though it was also brawny and powerful. He looked about 6’5” or so—around Andrew’s height—and his shirt was stretched taut around his two long muscular arms and bulging chiseled pecs. Directly below that was a slight beer belly, and Andrew loved the contrast between the softness of his belly with the musculature of the rest of him.
Then there was his face. Wow, he was handsome. Andrew caught himself starting to drool as his client reached the front door to the parlor.
The bell rang.
Mike set his phone aside and released his leaking schlong, making it swing around as he stood up.
Andrew gave Jeff a welcoming smile as he stepped in, allowing Mike to greet him first.
“Jeff! Buddy!” Mike called out, walking up to his old friend.
Jeff didn’t even blink at the sight of his nude boned buddy, instead smiling in return and opening his arms. “Hey Mike! How are you?”
“I’m great! Welcome! Welcome to my humble business!” The pair hugged for a moment then released. A long string of pre stretched from Jeff’s shirt to Mike’s cockhead as they separated. “Hah! Sorry about that,” Mike said, reaching a hand out to rub the pre off Jeff’s expansive chest.
“Still hopelessly horny, I see? Let me guess, your other bodies are off fuckin’ somewhere, aren’t they, haha.”
“Yep! Same as always. You know me so well!”
The two shared a laugh. Andrew had to laugh too. He found it funny how Jeff was so nonchalant toward Mike’s inherent lewdness.
Mike motioned toward Andrew behind the counter. “Jeff, this is Andrew. He’s my best masseuse, and he’s gonna be taking care of you today.”
“Ah, nice to meet you,” Jeff greeted.
“Likewise, it’s a pleasure,” Andrew smiled.
“Well, I don’t want to hold you up any longer,” Mike began. “Follow Andrew down the hall and enjoy yourself, we’ll talk after, alright?”
“Sure thing, thanks again for this Mike,” Jeff replied.
As Jeff started walking toward the hallway next to Andrew, Mike gave his employee a little look, as if to remind him to really do a good job. As if Andrew needed any extra motivation. He was almost shaking with excitement.
“Right this way, hun,” Andrew told his client, stepping in front of him and leading him down the hallway. The pair walked into the same room Andrew had massaged Jason in the previous week, and the last remaining amphora of Nectar was already there atop its tall black stand.
Andrew shut the door behind Jeff as the older man stepped inside.
“If you wouldn’t mind removing your clothes, hun?” the masseuse asked.
The hunky DILF didn’t hesitate. “Sure.”
He certainly didn’t have Jason’s prior anxieties.
Andrew tried not to stare as Jeff pulled his tight shirt over his head, freeing his hairy brawny torso, both muscular and soft at the same time. Andrew’s single 16-incher was already fully boned and shoved down one of his pantlegs.
Jeff dropped his shirt on the floor and slipped his big strong feet out of his boots, then unbuttoning his jeans and sliding those off too. A chubby 8-incher with some fat hairy balls beneath. Impressive.
“Sorry about the erection,” Jeff said, his hands on his bare hips as he shamelessly stared down at his own meat. “My two boys were loving on each other in the living room when I was on my way out and I caught a glimpse of Jason’s face. Been boned ever since!”
Andrew almost laughed again. “It’s not a problem, hun.”
“I almost rubbed one out on the drive here, but based on the testimonies of my sons, I figured it’d be best to wait until my massage,” Jeff added with a wink.
Oh my. Does Jeff perhaps swing both ways?
Andrew offered a playful grin. “Well, this is the VIP experience, hun. We’ll do whatever you like.”
“Excellent!” Jeff sat down on the massage table. “Let’s start with the front then, I really need to get off.” He turned on the table and laid down across it, his rigid boner jutting straight up from between his huge powerful hairy thighs. Andrew wanted nothing more than to just suck him off right there, but he managed to control himself. He crossed the room to the vase of Nectar and lifted it off its stand before carrying it over to the waiting DILF.
“All right, we’ll start with your chest, hun… then go from there,” the masseuse teased. He poured a heaping amount of Nectar onto the older man’s exceedingly hairy pecs.
“Mmmmmmm,” Jeff was already humming, his eyes closed, feeling the famous tingle of the ‘VIP Oil’ on his chest.
Andrew wasted no time. He willed two more arms into existence, and after setting down the amphora brought all four strong hands to the pool of Nectar. He spread the fluid around the warm bear-like chest and began kneading it into Jeff’s muscles.
“You’re so strong, hun,” Andrew noted, eager to begin altering his client’s body, although he already found it almost perfect. “You look like you bench press cars, am I right?”
“Yep, you’re exactly right,” Jeff predictably replied. “Yesterday I broke my own record and managed to bench an old Ford Explorer.”
“Wow, that’s incredible,” the masseuse responded. It was a double entendre. He was in awe not only at his client’s feat of strength, but also the change this brought to Jeff’s body.
Jeff was now 10 feet tall, but proportionally the same as he was before, almost making him a sort of mini-giant. The massage table had grown along with him, allowing him to continue resting comfortably. His arms were enormous, his pecs were massive, his cock had to be over a foot long now. But most notably, his beer belly had been replaced with an insane chiseled 12-pack of jaw-dropping abs.
Andrew actually missed his belly and sought to remedy this change. “I love that even though you’re so strong, you still have this soft belly, hun.”
“Thanks, Andrew,” Jeff answered, again not noticing as his new abs disappeared by the return of his sizeable hairy belly. “It’s nice to be appreciated.”
“Oh I can do more than appreciate, hun,” Andrew smirked.
Jeff smirked back. “I certainly hope so.” Oooooooh, he’s fun.
Andrew was now doing his best to massage the entire enormous torso in front of him, all four of his hands pressing across the expansive flesh. He might need to grow some more. However, he couldn’t resist altering Jeff further.
“Speaking of appreciation,” the masseuse began, “I’m sure you’ve received a lot of appreciation for those four amazing arms over the years.”
“Yes, indeed,” Jeff replied, raising his upper arms until he was resting his head on his upper hands, his lower arms still laying on either side of him.
“And then there’s the scent,” Andrew improvised. “Just your natural odor alone is enough to get you and everyone else going, isn’t it?”
Fuck, why did I say that? Andrew thought.
Jeff peaked an eye open and looked at his masseuse, again smirking mischievously. “Why? Feeling a little randy?”
God, Andrew needed to have sex with this man so bad. His horniness was now off the charts thanks to his big stupid mouth. Well, that and Jeff’s now intoxicating tantalizing aroma.
“I’m feeling a little randy, myself,” Jeff added. “You’re really cute, by the way. I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to go for a ‘ride’.”
That was it. Screw the massage. Andrew was going to fuck this man right now.
“Really?” Andrew asked, horniness controlling his mind. “You’d let me ride this giant amazing three-foot fuckstick?”
“If you think it’d fit, haha,” the giant hulking DILF chuckled.
Andrew looked down his client’s body and gasped at the result of his newest change. Jutting out from between Jeff’s legs was now a monstrous cock. It was almost half as long as Andrew was tall, as wide as his thigh, and yet stood fully rigid, bobbing with throbs. Jeff’s hairy nuts were now the size of watermelons, and rested on the table heavily between his knees. A veritable pint of precum was now leaking from the DILF’s tip, making the side of his gargantuan schlong glisten as it was coated by the pungent fluid.
“Oh believe me, it’ll fit, hun,” Andrew finally responded confidently.
“Well, climb aboard, then,” Jeff chuckled again, now with both eyes open so he could watch his masseuse attempt to ride him.
Andrew almost tripped over himself as he climbed onto the massage table. Within a moment, he was standing directly above the gigantic beefy penis. It was so huge the basketball-sized head was already pressed up against Andrew’s self-lubed asshole even as he stood completely upright.
The masseuse took a deep breath and slowly lowered himself. He couldn’t help but gasp and groan loudly as he felt the enormous cockhead begin to stretch open his magical hole.
“Mmmmmfffffuck yeah, keep going,” Jeff commanded dominantly.
Andrew had no intention of stopping.
Ever so slowly, inch after mind-blowing inch of the gargantuan wang slid into Andrew’s ass as he continued to lower himself. He’d never taken something so big. Even with his powers, it was as if his body was rejecting the cock, like it wasn’t built to take one of that magnitude. But the younger man pressed on, eager to feel the full length inside him.
Jeff’s cockhead slid right past Andrew’s second prostate and continued onward deep within him. Andrew could swear he felt it in his chest, but was not deterred. Minutes passed until finally Andrew’s thick muscular ass rested on Jeff’s hips.
“My, you are full of surprises, aren’t you?” Jeff doted, clearly impressed.
Andrew couldn’t think of a witty response, his body felt like it was about to split in two by the monstrous monolith inside him. He just moaned, his own cock spewing pre onto the hairy Nectar-slicked belly below him. He leaned down and pressed all four of his hands into the slickened flesh, using it to steady himself as he started to lift his ass back up the giant dick. Jeff raised his lower hands and gently placed them on Andrew’s waist, helping him to keep his balance.
The masseuse managed to raise himself about a foot up the cock before slamming himself back down again. He very nearly came right there. Leg’s shaking, he raised his ass back up and dropped down once more, slapping his ass against Jeff’s hips.
“Mmmmm, you love daddy’s dick, don’t you?” the giant DILF growled.
“Ah!” Andrew cried out as he slammed himself down again. “Yes! I love daddy’s dick!” He gripped Jeff’s hairy oiled belly tightly. “I love your dick, daddy!”
Jeff soon helped Andrew get into a rhythm, using his powerful hands to guide the younger man up and down his rigid monster. It didn’t take long for Jeff to reach his breaking point.
“I’m about to cum, sport,” the hairy hunk announced.
Andrew furrowed his brow a little. Sport? Oh he’s just continuing on with the whole ‘daddy’ thing, okay.
“Fuck, me too,” the masseuse agreed.
Jeff powerfully thrusted his smaller lover down his enormous schlong one last time, groaning as he released the floodgates. Andrew couldn’t believe the feeling inside him as Jeff’s cock blew its load. The entire huge meatcannon pulsed with each blast, filling Andrew like a jelly donut as gallons of hot semen spewed out.
Andrew couldn’t help but burst, too. His comparatively meager 16-incher fired ropes of his seed across the larger man’s expansive bulging chest.
“You’re so hot, son,” the DILF said, admiring the sight of the smaller hunk launching his young seed onto him.
After a full minute, the two finally reached the end of their climax, and Andrew fell forward onto the massive soft hairy torso in front of him, Jeff’s three-foot tower still buried inside him. The masseuse laid sprawled across the huge chest, breathing heavily and resting the side of his face on one of Jeff’s pecs like a pillow.
Jeff raised all four of his arms and wrapped them around Andrew lovingly, pressing him tight against him.
“That was amazing, son, thank you so much,” Jeff doted.
Son? Andrew thought, again confused. The sex is over. Why is he… aw crap.
The masseuse must’ve called him ‘daddy’ a few too many times while touching the Nectar. He just inadvertently made Jeff his actual dad. So that makes Jared and Jason his brothers, too.
Well, might as well lean into it.
“Thanks dad,” he replied. “Did you enjoy your massage?”
“Well, it was a little short, but yes very much so, haha,” Jeff chuckled. “I’m so proud of you, son. You do such a good job working here and you’ve made so many men happy.” He lowered a hand to stroke his son’s hair.
Andrew felt like tearing up. “Thank you.” He noticed he was pressed against his dad’s Nectar-coated chest. “And I’m so happy that mom was so willing to let us be together. You gladly offered her half your enormous fortune and she got her own place, though she still visits regularly.”
Neither of them were aware that outside the parlor, Jeff’s beat up old truck changed into an giant pristine F-450, customized to fit Jeff’s new size.
“Yep, your mother is quite the woman,” Jeff agreed. “And without her, I’d have never gotten to know you. I always knew your brothers were going to end up together, they’d always been inseparable. But with you, I’d always felt such a strong connection.”
Andrew felt overwhelmed with love. “Oh dad, I love you so much.” He started climbing up his dad’s chest.
Jeff smiled at him widely. “I love you too, son.”
Andrew reached his dad’s head and leaned down to kiss him. Jeff happily reciprocated and the pair made out passionately. Jeff’s lower hands reached down to grip Andrew’s big muscular ass as their tongues danced together.
Andrew couldn’t believe this turn of events.
All this time he’d been changing his patron’s lives, with the help of the Nectar. Never did he think he would end up changing his own.