Josh is accepted into the ancient and prestigious University of St. Eligius where he learns that amid all of the various student clubs and societies is one devoted to members of the university community with certain differences from the rest of the student body.
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I remember the day I got my letter...
It was a warm day (for March, anyway) and the daffodils were blooming, announcing the arrival of Spring. I had been at school and came home to find both my mother and father sitting in the living room, waiting on me getting home. In my father’s hand was a letter.
“Proud of you, son,” he beamed at me, as he handed me the letter.
I looked at it carefully. It looked like any other letter, with the exception of a small red logo in the bottom right corner. I recognised it straight away—it was the badge of The University of St Eligius. St Eligius, or St El’s for short, was one of the oldest Universities in the world, with a global reputation. That all mattered, naturally, but the main reason I wanted to go was more personal than that—my mother and father met at St El’s, my two grandfathers both studied at St El’s and I even think a great-grandfather was there as Fellow. I could see why both my mother and father were bursting with pride at the letter.
“Open it,” my mother said, gently.
I opened it carefully, not wanting to ruin the magic. It was difficult to get into St El’s and I didn’t want to end up disappointed by receiving a rejection. I lifted the letter out, slowly opening it:
To Joshua Andrew MacNeill esq,
I am pleased, on behalf of The University of St Eligius, to offer you a place for admission to read Military History...
I leapt forward and hugged my mother and father.
“I got in!” I shouted with excitement...
Fast forward a few months and I’m standing in the quadrangle of the great hall, gazing in wonder at the ancient building stood before me. My eyes wander, looking at all the new students milling around, waiting to enter. Beyond our group there were a few other students, in the distinctive red undergraduate gowns of an Ancient University, who had arrived to get settled in before the rest of the student body arrived next week. Something seemed different about some of them, but in my excitement I hardly pay attention.
The doors to the hall open, and I follow the rest of the ‘freshers’ as we head into our orientation.
“Good morning,” a strong, confident voice echoes from the raised platform at the end of the hall. “My name is Professor Dame Sarah Carter-Brookes and I have the privilege to be the Principal and Vice-Chancellor of this great and ancient institution. St Eligius is one of the world-leading Universities, consistently ranking within the top 10 places worldwide since academic tables began. You are the latest generation of students to come into these halls, and I welcome you on behalf of the entire faculty.”
Dame Sarah continued her speech, but I was lost, mesmerised by the grandeur of the hall. Eventually she stopped, and we broke into applause. At the podium, she was replaced by the Student President—my eyes went wide as I gazed upon such beauty taking in his handsome face before noticing something odd about him, that I couldn’t quite put my finger on...
He spoke at length about student life, encouraging us not to go to wild on Freshers’ week, to remember to work hard and to also play hard, and to try to join some of the University Societies, such as the Music Society, Rugby Team, Rambling Club, or the Quadruped Society. As he finished—with another round of applause—I noticed that he had more feet poking out of his gown than normal. Is he really playing a prank on all of us newbies? I thought to myself. It was only then that I noticed that he wasn’t the only one on the platform with extra feet—at least two of the Fellows and one of the Administrators were also joining in with the prank. I just smirked at the almost immature sense of humour of the four men to play such a prank at such a serious occasion.
At the end of the orientation, we were taken to our halls and advised to spend the rest of the day unpacking and getting to know our room-mates. Tomorrow would be the Freshers’ Fayre where the different societies would gather in the great hall to try to recruit new members from the first years.
And so, I found myself sitting in my room, staring at my gorgeous new room-mate, trying to find the right words to break the ice. Thankfully, he did it for me...
“Hey, dude,” he said, in a distinctive Californian accent. “I’m Jacob Summers.”
He extended a tanned hand, confidently, which I shook, gingerly.
“I’m Josh,” I said, in my distinctive non-Californian accent. “Josh MacNeill.”
“Cool accent, bro,” he replied through his perfect lips. “So, what’s your major?”
“I’m reading Military History. How about you?”
“Oh, I forget you guys say ‘reading’,” he laughed, showing perfect teeth. “I’m ‘reading’ Math.”
I ignored the urge to say ‘maths’, instead taking in his golden hair, golden skin, shapely body, bubble butt and prodigious bulge in the front of his shorts.
“Hey dude, up here,” he laughed again.
I panicked, but he stopped me.
“Don’t worry, I get it all the time. And if we’re roomies then you’re going to see it a lot more than most people...”
“Hmmm... is that a threat or a promise?” I hummed, before realising what I had said. I was rewarded by a hearty belly laugh from Jacob.
“I like you, dude,” he said, before returning to his unpacking.
Afterwards, we chatted all night about home, future plans, hobbies, favourite films. I knew then that I was going to enjoy sharing a room with my new American friend.
Freshers’ Fayre was chaos. Over 100 different societies with their stalls set up, trying to recruit new members.
“Hey newbie, do you want to join the St Eligius Chess Club?”
“You look like you want to sing in the choir, so join the Music Club?”
“Ever played badminton?”
“Join the Student Socialist Club, comrade!”
“Take up yoga/swimming/tap/crochet/woodturning”… and so on and so forth.
I put my name down for the Battlefield Studies group—hey, I’m doing Military History, of course I’m joining a Battlefield Studies group!—but just wandered around after that listening to everyone jostling for students. That was until I came across a table with two guys sat behind it...
The sign said ‘Quadruped Society’, and I remembered the Student President mentioning yesterday at the orientation. The two guys weren’t shouting at any of the newbies—in fact they weren’t doing anything to encourage anyone to join their group. Being the curious type, I went over and asked them about it.
“Well,” the one on the right said, “to be honest, we don’t need to tout for members. Guys tend to join after the first few months anyway.”
“Yep,” the other one said, lifting his glasses to scratch the bridge of his nose, “we automatically gain members, but we still need to show face at the fayre.”
“So, what is it that’s so special about your society that makes it irresistible to join?” I asked, intrigued.
“It’s simple,” the first one said, standing up. “As soon as a guy gets his extra pair, they join us.”
I look down at where he gestures with his hands and see that the four men were not playing a prank at orientation. This guy in front of me had four legs—in very well-tailored jeans too, I thought. My mouth fell open.
“Bu.. bu... bu...,” I stuttered. “How? How is that possible?”
“Nobody knows,” he sighed, sitting down. “You explain, James. You’re better at it than me.”
The guy with glasses cleared his throat. “It’s true,” James said. “Nobody knows. Countless studies have been done over the centuries, and there has never been any hard evidence of anything that causes some males to grow an extra pair of legs. All we know is that it has happened since this University opened 422 years ago, and it will happen to some of the guys in your year too.”
I stared, dumbfounded, at the realisation. It had always been one of my fantasies to be a centaur, and here were guys who were basically a human version.
“So,” I ask, nervously, “do you have to have four legs to join?”
“Oh no,” said James. “We have two different types of membership: full membership for Quads and associate membership for friends. Some guys even sign up for associate membership and have to switch to full membership if they go through the change, like Taylor here.”
“Yip,” Taylor said. “I joined because my roommate became a quad and told me how much fun the society was. A few months later I went through the change myself.”
“How does it feel?” I asked.
“It’s difficult to describe,” Taylor replied. “It feels amazing, but I would struggle putting it into words.”
“What it does do,” James added, “is open up a small group of people who share a common bond that stays with you all your life. We still get Old Quads coming back to guide and mentor the younger Quads, especially when we have finished our studies and move on to the big bad world.”
My brain was almost broken at the thought that throughout the world, there are men out there with four legs—that I hadn’t ever noticed—and it left me with no choice.
“So, how do I sign up?”
“That’s it!” I said, “that’s the shirt.”
Jacob stood opposite me in a tight white shirt. It caressed his body, highlighting his big arms, pillow pecs, and taut waist.
“Well, dude,” he said, “looks like you do have an eye for fashion.”
He turned around, letting me see his bubble butt in his equally tight jeans. The bulge in his crotch leaving almost nothing to the imagination. I could feel my own, rather average bulge start to tent slightly.
“C’mon Jacob,” I said, standing up and trying to move around so he wouldn’t see it, “better get going or we’ll be late.”
We both rushed out of the door, into the warm, late Summer’s evening.
It was an old tradition that freshers at St Eligius first went down to the beach, picked up a smooth pebble, etched our name on it, and then took it to make a pile on the dunes. These piles would stand as long as we were students and it was good luck if you found your pebble on graduation day. After this little ceremony, the festivities would start by heading down to the ‘Old Centaur’, a pub run by an Old Eligiusian that was big enough—just—to fit in all the freshers. The locals knew about the tradition, and also knew to avoid the pub for that one night a year!
I sat with Jacob as I didn’t know anyone else and I wasn’t outgoing enough to make friends quickly. Jacob on the other hand had attracted a group already, and they joined the two of us at our table.
“So, this is my roomie, Josh,” Jacob said to the group. “Josh, this is Adam, Gemma, Fraser, Steff, Chrissie and—God I love your name, dude—Torquil.”
I nodded to each as Jacob pointed them out. They all sat down at the table and started chatting away. Jacob sat opposite me, which I inwardly appreciated as I could stare at his beautiful face all night long. Gemma took the seat to my right, chatting loudly—and annoyingly—to the others in the group, while Torquil took the seat to my left. He extended his hand in welcome.
“Hi, I’m Torquil,” he said, “but my friends call me Quil.”
“Hi, Quil,” I said, returning the welcome. “I’m Josh.”
We started to chat and it seemed that both our fathers knew each other through work so I knew we’d get on like a house on fire. Before I got to some serious chatting, a voice came over the speaker system...
“Welcome, ‘Freshers’, to the ‘Old Centaur’. Please feel welcome to treat this place as a second home from your halls. If anyone ever needs someone to talk to, then I’m here every day. Now, as a welcome to make you really feel at home, drinks are free all night.”
A big cheer went up and I volunteered to get the first round in. To be honest, I was glad to get away from Gemma and her inane drivel. I passed my order over to the bar lady who started pouring the drinks and setting them out on a tray. As I stood, ignoring everything going on, an older gentleman came up and stood opposite me behind the bar.
“Ah, now there is a face that I recognise,” he said, his voice low and smooth. “You’re most definitely a MacNeill.”
“What?” I asked, being dragged back to reality. “How did you know that?”
“I knew it!” he laughed. “So tell me, are you Robin’s or Stewart’s son?”
“Robin is my grandfather and Stewart is my great-uncle. How do you know them?”
“Your grandfather?!” he blurted. “Christ, it’s been longer than I thought!”
I saw the man for the first time. He looked no older than my father, and yet here he knew my grandfather and great-uncle. There was something about him that seemed almost ethereal. Then I looked and saw that he was standing on four legs. I obviously stared for longer than I realised...
“Ahem,” he cleared his throat. “Your first time meeting a Quad?”
“Oh no, no, em, no,” I stuttered, embarrassed at being caught staring.
“Don’t be embarrassed, lad,” he laughed, heartily. “there are only a few thousand of us around so we get used to all the double takes!”
“Actually, I met two... quads... earlier today at the Fayre,” I said, gingerly trying the word in case I crossed a line, but he didn’t react. “I actually signed up for associate membership of the Society.”
“Good man,” he gave me a friendly slap on the shoulder. “Your grandfather and great-uncle were both associates too. Anyway, I better get back to serving, before Brenda throws something at me.” He gestured at the bar lady who had finished with our drinks.
I nodded my thanks to both and headed back to the table.
“Oh, finally,” Gemma called out. I had decided that I didn’t like her when I first met her, and that just confirmed it.
“Wait,” Jacob said, looking at the drink, “are those beers?”
“Are we allowed to drink beer?” Jacob asked.
“Sure thing, sexy,” Gemma replied—I had figured out her game—”we’re all over 18 here.”
“Holy cow,” Jacob said, grabbing a pint.
I finished another bottle of beer and added it to the collection of empties in the centre of the table. I had never had as much to drink in my life, and clearly neither had Jacob.
“You know, dude, I still can’t believe that you’re allowed to drink at 18 over here,” he chuckled, his face showing a state of relaxation whilst his eyes showed that he was drunk.
I looked at my hot roommate and mustered up the strength to respond.
“Yeah,” I said, utilising my superior vocabulary skills.
It was almost 3 a.m., the bar having had an ancient exemption for closing time due to the old tradition of Freshers. The rest of the group had broken away—Gemma had been the first to go, taking Fraser to the bathroom to fuck, then taking Steff to suck off. It was clear that she’d had one thing in mind that night.
Adam and Torquil, trying to show some chivalry, offered to walk Chrissie home to her halls. That left Jacob and me as the last ones standing.
“Now... now... c’mon I drink we’ve had foo much to thunk...” I said, standing up. Jacob nodded his agreement and stood up.
We started to make our way back, leaning on each other. As we passed the landlord, Jacob waved our goodbyes. “Bye Mr Centaur!” he hicced.
The landlord smiled and shook his head. “Goodnight, boys,” he said. “Try to drink plenty of water before you sleep.”
“We made it,” Jacob said, unbuttoning his tight shirt as we reached out room door.
I found my key and opened the door, letting us both spill into the room. Jacob headed to the bathroom, his clothes dropping off as he made his way. I sat down on my bed and just thought about the landlord with four legs. He talked about my grandfather and great-uncle like he knew them well, and yet he looked about the same age as my father. I know some people look younger than they actually are, but the 42 years difference between my father and grandfather seemed a stretch. Maybe his father owned the ‘Old Centaur’ and that’s how he knew them...
I was stopped in my thoughts as my heart skipped a beat—Jacob was standing in the doorway of the bathroom, completely naked. For the first time, I got to see him in all his glory. His skin was tanned all the way, no light patches at all. His abs numbered nine, with that hot offset style that some guys have. His pecs were like pillows that I just wanted to lay my head on. But the thing that took my breath away was his cock. I had seen plenty of cocks, mostly watching internet porn, but to see something this big in real life was unbelievable.
“You like that, dude?” Jacob asked. “Don’t be shy, I know you’ve been staring at me all night.”
He walked over, cock swinging left and right, it’s head gently brushing his thighs. He sat down beside me, his strong leg brushing mine.
“Wanna feel it?” he asked, his breath betraying his drunken state.
Yes! my mind screamed internally. “Em... look... em... Jacob... you’re drunk, and I... em... don’t want to... you know... take advantage,” I sheepishly replied, turning away slightly and feeling like I was suddenly sobering up.
I turn back, to see him lying down, suggestively tugging at his cock, teasing me. He slides up onto the bed, letting his big feet up off the floor and into my lap. My own cock is at full mast, but I don’t want to end a friendship before it’s even started. As his feet move around my lap, something catches my eye.
“Ummm... Jacob... you didn’t tell me you had 11 toes,” I ask, looking at his right foot with six long beautiful toes.
“Don’t be silly, dude,” he said, his eyes starting to droop into a slumber. “I’ve got ten toes, same as ev’rybody else...”
He started snoring, his big chest rising and falling as he inhaled. I can’t take my eyes of his foot. Drunk as I am, I can definitely count six toes...
The rest of Freshers’ week went without incident, and Jacob doesn’t seem to remember our ‘almost’ sexual encounter. Sadly, he didn’t seem to feel the need to be naked in front of me either, which meant I couldn’t tell him I knew about his feet.
As the other students started to arrive, I noticed more and more four-legged guys in the crowd. They walked around the grounds as though they were no different to the rest of the students. They certainly seemed to come in the same variety of shapes and sizes as the rest of us, from the nerdy/geeky types to the bodybuilders, the emos/goths to the straight-laced posh boys and everything in between. One thing did stand out, though: where were the four-legged girls?
I decided to ask that question when I bumped into James in the corridor between lectures.
“That’s one of the many mysteries about the whole thing,” he replied. I stared at his four legs as he spoke, although he didn’t seem to take any notice.
“Of the nearly twelve thousand quads that have been recorded, not a single one has been female,” he continued. “Every single one has passed through St Eligius’s University though, either as a student, faculty member, administrator, groundskeeper, you name it. I think if people knew the ‘how’ then it would be a huge commercial enterprise.”
“You can say that again,” I laughed. “I know plenty of people who would love to be in your position.”
“Huh,” he said. “I’ve never really thought I was that different. Then again, my father and uncle were full members of the Society, so I grew up around quads all my life. It almost seemed natural when I transformed last year.”
“Really? Only last year?” I blurted out. “But I thought you were in your honours year?”
“I am,” he replied, with an almost bored tone. “Another of the mysteries is that you never know when a quad will transform. I was here for two and a half years before I noticed the start of the changes. Thankfully, being the son of a quad I knew what to look out for.”
“Wait,” I queried, “there are signs? So, it doesn’t just happen overnight?”
“Oh no,” his eyes lit up. “It’s actually a fascinating process, and whilst each quad has the same obvious characteristics—the four legs—” . He pointed down. “—there are a few other things that we all share in common. These tend to manifest first. The legs are actually the last thing to appear. Well, the legs and, um, well, some other, um, things...”
He trailed off, his cheeks brightening with slight embarrassment.
“So, what are the early signs, if you don’t mind me asking?” I probed.
“Well,” he resumed his enthusiastic talk, “all quads have an extra digit on each hand and foot. See?” He waved a six-fingered hand in front of my face. “It’s these extra digits which tend to manifest first. They are certainly the tell-tale sign of a quad about to transform in the next week or so.”
“Oh wow!” I said, my eyes going wide. “Thanks, James! Sorry to be rude, but I need to run to my next class. Before you go though, do you know when the first meeting of the Society will be?”
“Oh, sure,” he looks at his watch, “we usually meet at the ‘Old Centaur’. The first formal meeting where we welcome new members will be next Wednesday night, but after that there are usually informal meet ups every evening.”
“Cool,” I said, starting to run to class. “See you at the meeting!”
I turn and wave as I break into a sprit and smile as James returns the wave with his now-obviously six fingered hand.
Incredible thoughts race through my head about the transformation into a quad, especially about the completely oblivious Jacob and his new-found extra toe...
“Greetings Quads and soon-to-be Quads,” Taylor’s voice boomed out through the sound system. “Welcome to the first meeting of the new Academic Year. Welcome back to all our returning Quads, and a warm welcome to our new joiners. The Quadruped Society is as old as St Eligius itself, with our founding members being 4 of the first 28 students. We are a truly equal society, for the change knows no barriers. Lords and Commoners, Rich and Poor, Student or Faculty, regardless of race or sexuality—anyone who has walked within these hallowed halls can go through what is known as the ‘taurification’ process and become a full Quadruped.”
The ‘Old Centaur’ was filled with students. Those of us who were new joiners were stood in a section at the back, getting ready to be inducted into this most unique of societies. We gazed around in wonder, staring in amazement at the assembled company before us. There must have been at least 60 or 70 people, of all shapes and sizes, some with two legs and some with four. I looked at Jacob, his eyes were wide—he had started to realise that there were people with four legs at the University but didn’t realise there were so many. I was glad that he took me up on the offer to come along tonight, especially as I believed, or at least hoped, that he might be about to become a ‘full’ member himself...
“Can I ask those who wish to join us to step forward.”
We all start walking to the front and stand, slightly nervous about the formality of the occasion.
“As members of the Quadruped Society, do you promise to uphold the rules and constitution of the society at all times?” Taylor asked.
“We do!” we all replied.
“Right, that’s the formal bit done then. Welcome to the club!” Taylor laughed. “My god, you all looked so nervous. Relax, this isn’t the Stonecutters or some sort of secret cult!”
A warm laugh rippled through the assembled members as they all mingled and welcomed the new members.
“So, welcome to the society,” James said, extending a six-fingered hand. I took it eagerly, enjoying the strange feeling of his fingers surrounding mine. He then did the same to Jacob, whose usual confidence had abandoned him in the company of so many four-legged people.
“Is that all the formal bits done then?” I asked.
“Yip,” James nodded. “We don’t go in for pomp and ceremony. We’re a support society rather than anything academic, so it’s all about bringing people together to help one another. As you can imagine, the change can be quite stressful. Especially with the speed that some people go through it. A few of us are lucky and it can be spread over a few months, or even years, but there are a significant proportion of Quads who emerge over the space of a week.”
“Wow,” I said, “and you said that some people don’t even realise that they are going through the change?”
“Correct,” James replied, “about a third of all Quads don’t realise that they have grown extra parts until their legs come in. Something in the brain just makes them switch off to the changes like extra fingers and toes. It’s all fascinating really. Like Tom here. Tom? Tom?”
A large, tall four-legged giant came over. His entire demeanour appeared intimidating to such a small creature as I, and when he extended his hand and shook mine I felt like my hand was in a vice.
“Tom here,” James pointed, “went through winter last year trying to figure out why his gloves wouldn’t fit his hands. All because our brains try to make sense of the change, and in some cases try to deny it all together.”
“Yeah,” Tom’s deep voice boomed. “James kept telling me that I was changing, but I genuinely couldn’t see it. It was only when the final change started, and my legs appeared that I finally registered everything. Believe me, that was a lot to take in. But it feels amazing now.”
Tom made his goodbyes and went off to mingle in another part of the group. Taylor signalled over to James.
“Sorry Josh,” he said, “duty calls. Nice meeting you, Jacob.”
Jacob nodded, still in slightly stunned silence. I led him to the bar to get a drink. A familiar face greeted me.
“Ah, young MacNeill,” the four-legged owner said, warmly, “what’ll it be?”
“Two pints of Irn-Bru please,” I replied.
As he poured the drinks, I listened to some of the chatter going on in the room...
“...Andrew has managed to secure quite a few good speakers this year, including Sir Julian Carter-Jones, Admiral Lord Trelawny and Robert Craig.”
“...Sir Julian? He must be a good age now?”
“...yeah, didn’t we send him a card for his 150th last year?”
“...I’m telling you; it was an extra finger I saw on both his hands...”
“...it can’t be, he’s already got 12 fingers...”
“...I’m just telling you what I saw...”
“...that was some night you had at the weekend...”
“...oh yeah, those two guys were amazing...”
“...they looked it. How did they react to seeing ‘everything’?...”
“...oh, they loved it. I love being able to do two at the same time...”
“There you go lads,” the owner said, handing us our pints. I passed one to Jacob, who still hadn’t said a word.
“Is your friend okay?” the owner asked.
“I think so,” I replied. I handed him his pint. He took a sip.
“Wait!” he spoke, finally, “what is this?”
“It’s Irn-Bru,” I explained.
“What flavour is it?” he looked at the glass, confused.
“It’s Irn-Bru flavour,” I laughed.
He lifted the glass up to examine it more, switching it to his other hand. With a tingle down my spine, I spotted an extra finger on his left hand. Instantly, my cock got hard. My roomie is going to be a Quad, I thought with excitement...
After the meeting, Jacob and I went back to our dorm. Jacob was still pretty speechless about the evening, except for the drink.
“But what flavour was it?” Jacob asked, starting to undress.
“I told you,” I replied. “Irn-Bru flavour. That’s all we know, honest to g...”
I stopped talking, once again taking in the sight of my hot roommate. His toned abs, his huge arms, taut waist all needed some love and attention. Most of all, his huge bulge straining at his boxers, demanding to be released. Sadly, for me, that moment appeared to have passed last week after our drunken freshers’ session.
He hoped into his bed, under the covers, and slid his boxers off. Oh, to be that silk sheet...
“Goodnight, dude,” he said.
“Goodnight, Jacob,” I replied, before heading to the bathroom and changing into my pyjamas. I still didn’t have the confidence to change in front of such a stud.
I returned to the room and jumped into my own bed. Before switching off the light, I looked over at the sleeping hunk, a huge smile on his face. I wondered what he’s dreaming about.
I awoke to the sounds of heavy breathing. Looking at my watch, I saw it was 2 a.m. I heard Jacob’s voice, whispering...
“Fuck... oh, fuck... so hot... four fucking legs... uh, uh, uh...”
I opened my eyes, having luckily fallen asleep facing my delicious roomie. He was lying on the top of his covers, a thin layer of sweat causing his tanned skin to glow in the moonlight pouring in through the bathroom window. His muscles were flexing with every breath, dancing in front of my eyes, hypnotising me with their subtle movements. My eyes were drawn first to his bulging biceps, then down to his forearms, to his hands...
“Holy fuck,” I whispered, hoping he didn’t hear me. I finally got to see his cock standing in all its glory. He had both hands on it, jerking it wildly. I looked closely trying to find the extra finger, but instead I found an extra two. Even with his now larger hands, Jacob’s cock stood tall enough that he would need a third one to fully enclose his length.
“Uh... uh... uh...” he moaned, each time he strokes his monster cock. I lusted for it; I desire nothing else but that cock. It was so near, and yet so far...
At the mention of my name, I awakened fully. I looked, almost in horror, as his eyes locked with mine. They burned right through me, but then I noticed that they were pleading with me. I slowly pulled the covers off and walked the few steps over to his bed.
“C’mon... Josh...” he moaned, “you know... you... want this...”
Taking his cue, I slowly reached out my hands, scared that I might break the spell and find myself in a dream instead of reality.
He stopped long enough to allow me to touch his manhood. Like lightning, a shock passef through me as I connectrf, my flesh touching his most intimate flesh. Fuck me, I thought to myself, it’s huge!
I put my hands at the top of his two extra-large hands. Even with all four hands stacked, some of his head was poking out. Slowly, we started to build up a rhythm together. We moved in sync. Our breathing became as one as we both worshipped the flesh pole in front of us.
We started to build in speed, with Jacob moaning with each breath, getting louder and louder as we got faster and faster.
“Oh... fuck... Josh... legs... fuck... uh...”
I silently put all my effort in to massaging the biggest cock I have ever seen. My own cock, starving for attention, got harder and harder as I focused all my effort on making the man of my desire achieve absolute pleasure.
We continued building up speed, until I sensed that Jacob was near climax. A new instinct took over, and as his balls released their load, I jerked forward and take as much of the head in my mouth as I could.
“Fuck!” Jacob yelled, as my tongue pleasured his slit just before his seed spurted out, hitting me in the back of my throat.
My own cock joined in, shooting my warm cum all over Jacob’s ripped body. Waves of pleasure overcame us both as I swallowed as much of Jacob’s load as I could.
Suddenly the door to our dorm burst open. In shock, and in panic at being caught in such an intimate position, Jacob and I both turned to see the intruder.
Standing in front of us, white as a sheet, was Quil. His scared and shocked expression made all the more unique by the long tongue lolling out of his mouth by several feet, his hands and feet showing the tell-tale signs of the start of taurification. Without warning, he grasped at his stomach, his torso starting to stretch upwards, as something bulged underneath the surface..
Jacob and I kept staring at Quil as his body continued to stretch upwards. As his head went up, his tongue stretched downwards towards the floor. A look of sheer terror spread across his face, Quil not understanding what was happening.
About a foot above his waist, his body started to change, with bulges forming on either side.
My hands, still covered in Jacob’s cum, reached out to calm Quil. Jacob’s cock remained rock hard as he took in the sight of the thin young man becoming a quadruped.
“Fuck!” Jacob exclaimed, his vocabulary failing him.
“Aaarrrgghhh—!” Quil cried out as two feet pushed out from his sides, each with the distinctive six toes that I had already seen on Jacob’s feet.
I went to speak, but my mouth was still full of Jacob’s seed. I swallowed, savouring the taste. “Quil! Quil!” I called to my new friend. “Try to breathe! Slowly. You can do it.”
Quil looked at me, still in terror. His face switched again to a pained expression as the two feet stretched out further, allowing new ankles and lower legs to form. I put my hands out to try to steady my friend, carefully avoiding standing on his lolling tongue as it coiled up on the floor.
“Jacob!” I called, “help me keep him up!”
Jacob stood up. His monster cock stuck straight out, looking even longer than it was a few minutes ago. He moved behind Quil, holding him up as another wave hit him, forcing his new knees to appear to the world.
“Let’s get him down onto my bed,” I suggested. “He’s getting too heavy to hold up.”
The strangeness of the skinny boy being too heavy was not lost on me, but more pressing matters needed attending too. I ran to the kitchen area and grabbed a bowl, filling it with water so that I could pick Quil’s tongue off the floor and clean the dirt off. Jacob held Quil as further waves penetrated his body. After a few minutes, it all seemed to stop...
I looked down at Quil. His eyes were red with tears, my pillow soaking them up as he lay there. His tongue was longer than his body but was now resting alongside him rather than on the floor. His form had stretched out, creating a section between his new and original legs. His new legs had stopped growing, leading me to worry as they had only come out to the knee. Surely, he wouldn’t have to wait for his calves to appear? I thought.
Sadly, it appeared that his body would make him wait a little longer...
Having finally closed his eyes, I put my covers over the slumbering quad as he got some rest. It had been three hours since he’d burst through the door, and still his new upper legs hadn’t started to show signs of appearing. I was starting to get really worried…
“Hello?” the voice answered on the other end of the phone.
“James?” I asked.
“Yes. Is that you, Josh?” James replied.
“Oh, thank God!” I cried out. “We’ve-got-Quil-here-and-he’s-turning-into-a-quad-but-it’s-stopped-and-I’m-worried-and-is-there-anything-you-can-do—”
“Okay, okay, okay! I get it!” James answered, stopping my rapid rambling. “What’s your room number?”
15 minutes later, the distinctive shape of James was standing in our room. Thankfully, Jacob and I had remembered to put some clothes on before he arrived, although we didn’t quite manage to tidy up. James appeared to take no notice of the stains on Jacob’s bed, nor the globs on the ceiling.
“Hmmm...” James put his hand to his chin and stroked. “I’ve read about this, but never seen it. There are cases of rapid taurification taking place in the space of an hour or two, but most will take place over a week or a month. The legs usually take the longest, coming in over the space of 48 to 72 hours. Most Quads will sleep through that process.”
“Why is that?” I asked, intrigued.
“It’s quite simple really,” James replied. “The body can’t handle the pain, so the brain shuts itself down to all but the essential functions until the new legs are fully grown. Makes sense when you think about it. Your body is starting to create new muscles, bones, nerves, organs, et cetera so it shuts down all feeling until that’s finished.”
“So, what’s up with Quil then?” Jacob asked.
“I don’t know,” James mused. “I really don’t know. I’ll need to study the archive and see what it says.”
“Oh,” I muttered, worried. “Will that take long? Is the archive here at St El’s or is it somewhere else?”
“I’ve got it on my phone,” James looked at me with a confused confused. “It’s the 21st Century. We digitised the archive about 10 years ago to make it easier to search.”
He sat down on a chair, spreading his front legs wide to place all four of his feet on the ground. Pulling out his phone, he started to search through the archive.
I looked over at Quil, watching his chest rise and fall as he got some much-needed rest...
“Aha!” James cried out, startling Jacob and me.
It had been a few hours since we’d called him over. We had already had to call our lecturers and explain the situation, but it turned out that St Eligius’s already had contingencies in place for new Quads appearing.
“Oh no. Bugger,” James moaned to himself, continuing to search...
“Aha!” James called out again. Jacob and I were no longer startled, having gone through four false alarms already. We had showered, tidied up and had lunch and were now just sitting chatting about poor Quil’s predicament.
“I think I’ve finally got something,” James continued. We both stopped and listened intently. “In 1898, George Jamieson apparently went through a rapid taurification that then paused before completion. It doesn’t mention anything after that though.”
“Shit,” I said, looking over at Quil, “so we’re no further forward then?”
Getting no answer, I looked at James and see him dialling a number in his phone. He held a finger up, calling for silence.
“Hello?” James shouted down the phone. “I wonder if I might be able to speak to Sir George, please? Yes. If you could tell him, it’s James Abernethy from the Quadruped Society at St Eligius’s. Thank you.”
He held his hand over the speaker. “Sir George’s butler is hard of hearing,” he whispered. “So is Sir George, to be honest. Deaf as a... Ah, Sir George. How are you?”
Jacob and I just looked at each other, completely confused at the entire situation.
“Yes. Yes. Oh really? That’s a shame. Yes, I’ll let my father know. Yes. Well, it’s a rather tricky situation to be honest. I have a young man who is going through taurification in front of me, and he appears to have paused. Yes, similar to your situation. Oh. Right. I see. Thank you, Sir George, that’s been most helpful.”
James tapped on the phone to end the conversation. We both stared, waiting on him telling us the news. “Oh, right,” James said, realising. “Well, he didn’t have an answer himself, but did mention that he heard someone else suffered this a few years later. In frustration at nothing working, they threw the poor soul in a freezing bath, and it restarted the process.”
“So, we need to get an ice bath then?” Jacob asked.
“What about a cold shower?” I suggested, thinking out loud.
“We can give it a try,” James said, standing up. “If that fails, we go for the ice bath.”
The three of us carefully picked Quil up and carried him (and his tongue) over to our room’s ensuite. I turned the water on as cold as it could get while James and Jacob removed the remains of Quil’s clothes.
“We’ll need to hold him up in there,” James said, looking at both Jacob and me. “So, one of us will need to go in with him.”
Instantly, the child in me emerged and I quickly touched my nose with my forefinger.
James quickly followed suit while Jacob, holding on to Quil with both hands, was at an obvious disadvantage.
“Okay, I guess it’s me then,” Jacob said, voice dripping with sarcasm. Not bothering to take his shorts and t-shirt off, he stepped into the freezing cold shower with the still-unconscious Quil.
“Fuck! Holy sweet mother of...” Jacob shouted, as the freezing water hit him.
While continuing to watch the two boys through the glass shower door, James came up beside me.
“Does he know?” James asked, quietly.
“He has no idea,” I replied, knowing what he was referring to.
“I wonder...” James trailed off.
After a few minutes, with nothing happening other than Jacob’s vocabulary choices getting more and more colourful, we switched off the shower. I helped Jacob to lift the still-unconscious Quil out of the shower and on to my bed where James started to dry him off. Something felt off, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.
“How the f-f-f-fuck is h-h-h-he not awake?” Jacob asked, shivering, as I put a towel around him.
“His body has shut down,” James replied. “Nothing is waking him up until the transformation is complete. However, I hate to say this, but that looks like the least of our priorities right now...”
He pointed down at Jacob’s waist. His t-shirt had ridden up, showing the bottom rows of his abs. At his side, underneath his skin, were the tell-tale bulges of a Quad growing his new legs.
“Fuck, Jacob...” I trailed off as Jacob grasped at his sides in pain and collapsed. James rushed forward to stop him hitting his head off the wall. He sat down, crossing his four legs to rest Jacob’s head in his lap. I felt a pang of jealousy as my roommate got to feel those legs brushing against his cheek.
“What do we do now?” I asked.
“We’ll wait a few minutes until he fully shuts down into a transformation coma,” James explained, “then lift him onto his bed.”
“And Quil?” I asked, looking over at the other slumbering, almost transformed quad.
“I’ll phone some of the guys to come and give us a hand,” James answered. “Then we can try the ice bath idea.”
I found myself looking on in bewilderment at the little procession. The half-transformed Quil was being carried by four fully transformed Quads on a stretcher as we made our way to the Sports Complex. If you looked at the heads and torsos, there wasn’t anything particularly out of the ordinary, but glancing down at the sight of 16 legs working in perfect unison was something amazing to behold.
Just think, I thought to myself, that’s going to be Jacob soon!
Thoughts of my hot roommate distracted me as we entered the Sports Complex. We passed through the corridors, saying hello to the occasional passer-by. I rushed forward to hold open a door to help Quil pass through easier when a hulking mass of muscle bumped into me, knocking me to the floor. I looked up at the giant, thinking this was what David must have seen when he met Goliath. Then it registered. Goliath didn’t have four feet (that we know of!).
“Out of the way, dick!” the giant spat. “Oh look, it’s the Quadru-losers. Out the way, dweebs.”
The giant barged past, almost knocking Quil to the ground. I looked at James. I didn’t say a word, yet he knew what I was going to ask.
“In the centuries-long history of the Quadruped Society, we’ve only ever thrown out one member,” James explained as he brushed himself down. “You’ve just met him...”
As we continued towards the Sports Complex Ice Baths, I looked back, spotting something strange about the giant’s hands.
I thought Quads only had 6 fingers on each hand...
Our little group, consisting of four quads, one half quad and me, finally reached our destination—the ice baths. With the reverence of a religious procession, we carried Quil over to the nearest bath and carefully placed his long body into the cold water. Two of the quads went to fetch some ice, while James continued to monitor Quil. The final quad looked over at me. I had been so focussed on Quil that I failed to take in the other quads.
“Hi,” he said, extending a six fingered hand, “the name’s Haoran.”
“Josh,” I replied, savouring the unique touch. I took in the owner of the smooth voice. His complexion was befitting his Chinese heritage, giving his lycra-clad muscular build an extra tight look, whilst his cute face and dark hair seemed to complete the look. Below his waist, the tell-tale signs of a full member of the Quadruped Society were squeezed into blue lycra shorts, leaving nothing to the imagination...
“Hey man, are you okay?” Haoran asked, bringing me back to my senses.
“Oh, uh, sorry,” I replied quickly, “got distracted there...”
“No worries, dude,” he laughed, “I was getting quite distracted myself.”
I looked at his face, with his shining eyes. God, he’s beautiful, I thought to myself as we seemed to drift closer, our heads leaning towards one another, our mouths searching for each other. I closed my eyes, wanting to savour the taste of those lips...
“Ahem,” James cleared his throat, pulling us back into reality with a crash. “Fascinating as this display was, I believe that our unconscious companion might be more in need of our attention just now.”
I looked over at the bath as the two other quads started to pour bags of ice into the water. Goosebumps raised on Quil’s skin as he started to shiver. We all watched with a sense of anticipation as... nothing happened.
“Well, I didn’t expect it to be instant,” James said, his tone at odds with his statement. Clearly, he was as disappointed as the rest of us that nothing happened.
“Look,” he continued, “why don’t you two”—pointing at Haoran and me—”go and check up on Jacob? Todd, Eric, and I will continue to watch over Quil.”
I nodded in agreement, hiding my delight at spending some more time with Haoran.
“Isn’t it cool, dude?” Haoran asked, “Not many people get to see a taurification, let alone two in the one night.”
As we walk, I watched his muscles flex and dance, wishing I was caressing them instead of the tight blue lycra. His calves were bigger than my head and his chest as wide as my shoulders, but his waist was smaller than mine, giving him an exceptional v shape to his torso. All this was topped off with that gorgeous face...
“I remember my change,” he continued, “fucking scared the life out of me. But now, look at this...”
He paused striking an archer pose, displaying his incredible physique and making my cock rock hard. Looking at his own crotch, it was clear that he was enjoying the feeling too.
“... And the sex! I thought I was hung before, but fuck me!” (Yes please, I thought.) “It’s out of this world! Of course, I’m slightly more gifted in that area than most...”
He wiggled his eyebrows, laughing slightly at my obvious confusion.
“Don’t worry, dude,” he said, “I’ll show you when we get to your room...”
Without realising, I started to pick up the pace.
Back in the Sport Facility, James scratched his chin as he searched through the archive again.
The other two quads stood together on the other side of the bath.
“Should we maybe try lifting him in and out?” Todd suggested. “You know, to try to shock him into it.”
“Don’t want to give him hypothermia, though,” Eric replied.
“Aha!” James cried out.
“Oh, here we go,” Eric muttered to Todd, “the great one leads us on, yet again.”
“If we..., no. But if we..., no,” James said, returning again to the archive.
Todd turned back to Eric. “Anyway,” he said, “did you see the latest episode of The Mandalorian?”
I almost took the room door off its hinges opening it to let me and Haoran in. I looked over at my room-mate. Jacob was still unconscious, his breathing slow, with no signs of waking up soon.
Haoran closed the door gently behind him and walked over to me.
“Now where were we?” he asked. “Oh yes...”
He leaned in to kiss me and I eagerly did the same. The taste of those lips, the smoothness of his skin, the aroma of his body all overwhelmed my senses. My cock, straining at my shorts, poked into Haoran’s rock-hard wall of abs.
Breaking off the kiss, Haoran lifted me up in his strong arms and threw me onto my bed before leaping on top of me. I felt all four of his massive legs brush against mine as he lifted my t-shirt over my head and threw it to the floor. He leant back in, gently kissing me on my lips. I ground my bulge on his stomach, feeling the crevasse of his abs. With a smile he flexed his abs and held my cock in place, rising and falling, slowly jerking me off.
“Fuuuuck,” I whispered.
“Not yet,” he whispered back.
He started to kiss my chin, the worked his way down my neck, each kiss like an electric shock of pure pleasure. On to my chest and my stomach. Stopping momentarily, he pulled my shorts down, releasing my cock from its prison.
Haoran whistled appreciatively before looking up at you with a twinkle in his eyes.
“Ever had a tongue job, dude?” he asked.
Without waiting for an answer, he parted his lips slightly, allowing his tongue to slip out of his mouth. As he did so, he lowered his head so that the tip of his tongue was just inches from the tip of my cock. Holding his head in position, Haoran allowed his tongue to slowly spill out of his mouth, wrapping around my cock like a serpent. I shudder, feeling the rough tongue as it slid over the sensitive skin of my cock, squeezing like a serpent constricting its prey. With no end in sight, Haoran’s tongue slowly encased my cock, hiding it from me in a steady sea of red. I arched my back at the pleasure waves it sent through me, goosebumps forming all over my body in anticipation of what is to come...
After what felt like eons, I sensed Haoran’s tongue start to slide over my balls. I looked down. Not a single speck of my cock could be seen—only the endless red of his seemingly infinite tongue. Slowly, I started to feel a new sensation as his tongue began jerking my cock off—timidly at first but building in speed and strength.
“Oh fuck!” I screamed, not caring who heard me. This muscular man-horse with the most talented tongue I had experienced was all I cared about, all I sensed, all I needed...
“Uh, uh, uh...” I moaned as Haoran steadily sped up, squeezing my cock with a strength that I could barely comprehend. My god, I thought, in between moans, if this is the strength of his tongue, what must the rest of his body be like...
As though hearing my thoughts, Haoran lifted me clean off the bed and slammed me against the wall, his tongue still jerking my cock like a jackhammer. He stood on his four massive legs, holding me up in his bulging arms, his skin shone with a light coating of sweat. I felt my cock grow harder at the sight of this perfect specimen of a man, and yet not a man—a god amongst men. In between throws of ecstasy, I glanced at his unique build: his bubble butt encased perfectly in the tight cycling shorts, looking so inviting, needing attention, no, demanding attention...
I felt myself build to a climax...
Suddenly, Haoran lunged forward and took my entire cock in his mouth. As I felt his chin against my balls and his nose pressing hard against my stomach, my head bumped against the ceiling, and I emptied my entire load down his warm, welcoming throat.
“Ffffuuuuuuccck!” I roared like a man possessed.
Haoran released me from his arms, but I didn’t move from my spot on the wall. Holy fuck! I thought, he’s holding me up using nothing more than his throat...
With that thought, another load was offered to the young four legged god who held me in his special embrace. As if to demonstrate his power, Haoran stepped back, releasing me from the wall, but holding me in place, before throwing me back on the bed. My body had barely settled before he loomed over me, his large frame filling my entire vision as he straddled me with his arms and all four legs. With a slurp, his long, long tongue disappeared back into his inviting lips.
“Urggghh,” came a groan from the other bed.
We both looked over to see Jacob looking at us wide eyed. From the tent in the bed covers, it was clear to see that he was enjoying the display.
“I wonder if I can do that,” he moaned, weakly. He stuck his tongue out, trying to copy the young god above me. Whilst his tongue was longer than any normal human tongue, it didn’t come close to Haoran’s anaconda. Leaning forward, trying to make his tongue longer, Jacob lost his balance and fell out of the bed.
Jumping off my bed, Haoran gently lifted Jacob’s semi-transformed form with his strong hands and placed him back in his bed, with a little kiss.
“Don’t worry, big guy,” he said, with a gentleness to his voice that seemed to contradict his huge muscular frame. “Not all of us get to have tongues like me, but you’ll still get to experience things you would never imagine possible before...”
He gently kissed him again as Jacob closed his eyes and drifted back into a slumber. With all the care and compassion of a nurse tending to her patient, Haoran gently adjusted Jacob’s body into a more comfortable position, carefully covering him with his duvet.
“Look after him, dude,” he whispered to me, “this next bit is going to be scary for him, and he’ll need a friend there to help him through it...”
With that, Haoran stood up and started to walk out the room. I looked at his massive bulge in the front of his shorts as he went. Sweet fucking Jesus... that thing looks about the same size as my head, I thought. As he continued striding out the room, I noticed a slightly smaller, but still enormous bulge between his rear legs. No way...
Haoran stopped at the door and looked at me. Even just the sight of that beautiful face made me start to get hard again.
“Don’t think we’re finished yet, dude,” he said. “I expect a date with dinner in the next day or so. Then it’ll be my turn to feed you.”
“Erm, James...” Todd muttered, “James... James... James!”
James eventually looked up from searching the archive and stared at Todd disapprovingly before following his pointing hand.
“Oh,” he said, “it appears that Quin has decided he wants to finish his transformation without our help.”
The three men looked down at the bath where the ice cold water started to bubble...
The three quads watched as the water in the ice bath began to boil. Inside the water, Quil remained unconscious, completely still save for the rising and falling of his chest.
“Well,” James said flatly, “this is new...”
“Should we do something?” Eric asked, concerned about the boy in the bathtub.
“I’m not sure,” James replied. “I’ve never seen anything like this in the archive, or even heard anything about it.”
“Surely we can’t just leave him there?” Todd joined in. “Won’t he get burned?”
“Boiled, technically,” James replied, with almost scientific detachment.
A groan from the bubbling water distracted the boys from their conversation. As they all looked, Quil’s transformation restarted...
Back in my room...
I spotted Jacob starting to shiver, despite being underneath his heavy duvet. Deciding to put the survival skills I learned at the Scouts into action, I jumped into bed behind him, using my body heat to keep us warm. A selfless act for a friend, I kept telling myself as I savoured his aroma...
Every so often, Jacob would moan, and I would feel the duvet shifting slightly as his body continued its transformation. God, I wished I could see what was going on, but my altruism had cost me that privilege.
After a few minutes, I heard a gentle knock at the door. I called to whoever it was to come in, my head racing with excuses to explain the situation that they would find Jacob and me in.
To my relief it was Haoran. My cock was instantly hard at the sight. In my entire life I had never seen someone so beautiful. He was the tallest guy I had ever encountered, the most muscular guy I’d ever seen (and that included the magazines I had hidden under my bed at home), and that bulge...
He had changed into form hugging jeans and a white polo that did nothing to hide his bulging, erm, muscles.
“Hey dude,” he called, “I brought you some soup. Believe me, he’s going to need it when he wakes... oh...”
He looked over at me and burst out laughing. My cock got even harder at the sound.
“When I said to ‘help him through it’,” he said, doing the speech marks with his huge hands, “I didn’t think you’d go above and beyond.”
“Well,” I replied, “I am a good friend, you know!”
We both laughed. He walked through to our kitchen area and put the soup down. I took the opportunity to ogle his perfect bubble butt. “Mmmm,” I moaned, biting my lip.
“Should I walk in backwards so you can really take it in?” Haoran’s voice called through.
“I wouldn’t say no,” I called back.
True to his word, the four-legged muscle mountain walked in backwards, letting me see his perfect ass.
“Mmmm,” I moaned again.
“How’s he doing?” Haoran asked, pointing at Jacob.
“I think he’s doing okay,” I replied, unsure myself. “I’m feeling some movement but don’t know what’s going on.”
“Fuck, dude,” Haoran laughed, “do you know how many people get to see this?”
I shook my head.
“I’ve seen it three times,” Haoran continued. “C’mon, I’ll swap places with you so you can witness a miracle.”
He stepped over to me with his huge legs, towering over my tiny frame like a giant looking down at a mouse. We swapped places, and I instantly felt a pang of jealousy as I realised that Jacob was going to feel that massive bulge before me. I went over and sat on my bed and watched.
As time passed, I realised that Haoran was right—I was watching a miracle. My room-mate slowly started stretching further, as his front legs took form. His long toes matched the ones on his original feet, including the extra toe on each foot. But that wasn’t what shocked me the most. I could still see his huge cock, which I had gotten to know so intimately last night—Holy shit, I thought, that was only last night!—and I could see that it was slightly longer than it had been before. But that wasn’t what was catching my eye. What really caught my attention was the similarly sized cock that had sprouted from between Jacob’s new pair of legs, complete with its own huge ball sack.
“Oh... my... god...” I muttered.
I looked at Haoran, asking an unspoken question. He smiled at me, knowing exactly what I was thinking. Then he mouthed ‘Oh yeah’ at me and winked. I came a little in my underwear at the thought of my hulking friend having two massive cocks...
“He’s waking up,” Todd said, nudging James.
The three quads all looked down at their new brother. Having turned the entire ice bath into steam, the thin-bodied Quil had retracted his long tongue before returning to consciousness.
“Oh, hi,” Quil sheepishly said, “where am I?”
“You’re in the Sports Centre,” James replied.
“You know,” Quil continued, starting to ramble nervously, “I had the strangest dream last night. I had dreamt that my tongue suddenly grew so long that it was dragging on the ground like a cartoon character, and I was getting taller. Then I ran to my friend Josh’s room. He’s a good friend. You know, I don’t actually have many friends. In fact, I could probably count on one hand how many real friends I have. It’s nice having someone like Josh who speaks to me like I’m a normal person, rather than treating me different like everyone else. You know, being the son of an—”
“Quil!” James shouted, stopping Quil’s rambling. “Do you know what happened to you?”
Quil looked at him with a confused look on his face and shook his head. “To be honest,” he answered, “I can’t really remember anything. I’m not even sure that I’ve met any of you guys.”
The three quads looked at each other, unsure of how to proceed.
“Wait,” Quil said, “why am I in an empty ba...”
His voice trailed off as it looked down and saw his body. The sight of his new legs shook him enough to cause him to faint again.
“Okay,” Eric said, taking charge, “let’s get him back to his room. He’ll be better waking up in his own bed at least.”
“That’s a good idea,” Todd agreed. “Which room is it?”
Eric and Todd looked at each other and shrugged before turning to James.
“What makes you think I know?” James asked. “Wait, we could take him up to Josh’s room. At least we know where that is.”
The other two nodded agreement before placing Quil back onto the stretcher and carrying him back through the Sports complex to the dormitories. With his taurification complete, he was a lot heavier than he was when he first came in...
Meanwhile, in the library...
“Listen, dweeb,” the threatening voice said, “you need to find that book. Or else I’ll show you what four legs really are good for.”
“I can’t get it here,” came the meek reply. “It’s held in the Quadruped Society library, not the main University library.”
“I don’t care how you get it,” the first voice spat, menacingly. “I want Bodkin’s Diaries now! With that book I can push my growth even further than a few extra fingers...”
From under the warmth of his covers, Jacob opened his eyes. Something definitely felt off. Maybe it was the feeling of something massive and warm behind him, or the strange feeling that his feet were both poking out the bottom of the bed and yet still firmly under the covers in the middle of the bed. Or maybe it was the feeling that he was being... watched...
I watched as Jacob opened his eyes. My cock hadn’t softened in over thirty minutes as I took in his new body. The four feet, each with six long toes, the hands with the extra finger, but mostly the outline on the thin duvet of the massive cock between each pair of legs...
“Josh?” Jacob said, groggily. He yawned and stretched his arms as he woke up.
“Wait...” he froze, “is someone behind me?”
I nodded. Jacob turned his head to look behind him. Haoran smiled a perfect smile at him.
“Holds on...” Jacob said. “I recognise you.”
Haoran simply slipped his tongue out a foot with a little wave at the tip.
“Fuck!” Jacob said, “that wasn’t a dream.”
“No more a dream than this,” Haoran said, throwing the duvet covering them both to the floor, revealing Jacob’s new body.
“Hnngh, fuck!” I moaned as I bit my lower lip. God he was even hotter than I thought, and those soft cocks were as big as his single hard cock was last night.
“Holy fuck, dude,” Jacob said, admiring his new body. He started to feel over his newly extended body with his big hands. Haoran slid his four massive legs off the bed and stood up, like a human stallion. His own bulges were straining his tight jeans.
“Stand up,” Haoran said, “get a feel for it. I can assure you, there’s no better feeling than your first steps as a quad.”
Jacob’s face switched from concentration to surprise as he realised how easy it was to move his new appendages. Gingerly he put a foot onto the carpeted floor, followed by another, then another, then another.
“Fuck Josh,” he said, looking at me with his face glowing, “you have no idea how amazing this feels.”
The sad, slightly jealous look I gave him made him instantly regret his choice of words. As he started to apologise a knock came to the door. Thankful for the interruption, I leapt to my own (only two) feet and opened the door.
A breathless James, Todd and Eric were on the other side, carrying the still unconscious Quil...
After Haoran carried Quil to my bed—without any difficulty, and on his own (God, he’s so fucking amazing, I thought)—James started to explain the story of his transformation.
“So, the water in the tub was actually boiling?” I asked, concerned.
“That’s correct,” James answered. “I’ve never seen anything quite like it, and I’ve witnessed over 50 taurifications. There is also nothing like it in the archive. It seems that Quil is quite unique in how his transformation occurred.”
We all looked over at the small frame of my new friend. Funny to think that I had known him for only a week or so and yet I felt that I had been friends with him for years.
“Once he wakes up, we’ll need to have ‘the chat’,” James said. Todd, Eric and Haoran nodded in unison whilst Jacob and I looked at each other in confusion.
“Oh, it’s nothing terribly secret,” James said, trying to be reassuring. “In fact, we need to have that conversation with you too Jacob. But I think that it best that we let you all sleep and cross that bridge in the morning. Will it be okay if Quil stays here tonight?”
“Yeah, sure,” I answered.
“Excellent,” James said. “It’s Saturday tomorrow, so I’ll pop round to have ‘the chat’ with you. I’m sure that Haoran would be happy to accompany me.”
James looked between Haoran and me. Were we that obvious?, I thought.
“You found it?” the voice asked.
“I’ve found part of it,” came the reply, meekly. “The other part is out with someone, and there is only one copy.”
“Find out who, and I’ll take it from them,” the first voice said. “I want that diary, and I want that power...”
As I cuddled into bed with my newly four-legged roommate, naturally being the little spoon, I started to feel a sadness come over me.
So far, every single one of my friends here is either a quad, or has just become a quad, I thought. And yet, here I am. Not a single one of the signs of taurification showing...
As I felt the breathing of Jacob on my neck, I felt a tear drop down my cheek...
Morning came, and I felt Jacob stir behind me.
“Good morning Josh,” he said and kissed the back of my neck.
“Morning Jacob,” I replied.
Stretching, he lifted up the covers and stood up, carefully placing them back over me. Slowly, he started walking carefully to the bathroom. I turned over to watch, marvelling at his four legs working independently, and yet naturally in sync, as though he had been walking on all fours since birth. I particularly enjoyed watching his rear butt bounce from side to side as his rear legs stepped, as well as seeing those two long cocks swinging like pendulums between his legs.
He stepped into the toilet, leaving the door open. I hear him start to piss, when suddenly—
I climb out of bed and go see what the issue is, then just laugh at the sight. There is my hunky roommate stood, trying to piss into the toilet, holding his front cock, as he empties his bladder out his rear cock all over the floor.
“Aw c’mon dude,” he said, “not funny.”
“Good thing it’s linoleum, and not carpet,” I laughed.
I helped him clean up the floor, amazed at how naturally he knelt on his four knees, each leg finding their own comfortable position.
“You know,” I said, pointing at his legs, “it’s almost like you were born with those.”
“You’re right!” he smiled. “I’m not even thinking about them, and they just move. Although, if I do think...”
He looked at his four feet behind him and wiggled all 24 of his toes. My eyes, however, were drawn not to 24 toes but two rather large cocks, splayed on the floor between his legs.
“Dude? Dude? Josh? Josh?”
I am brought back to my senses by Jacob shaking me. I warm at the touch of his large, six fingered hands. I look into his eyes and we both smile.
“Okay, big guy,” Jacob said, “I’m going to go and jump in the shower.”
We both stand up together, but Jacob starts to turn me out of the bathroom.
“Hey, I want to watch,” I said, protesting.
“Ah, ah, ah,” he replied, shooing me out, “you need to go and check on Quil.”
A large, seven-fingered hand grasped the neck of the small man, lifting him clear off the ground. A menacing face loomed into the man’s vision.
“Listen, little man,” the intimidating voice spoke. “I want that book. I suggest you give it to me now, or else I’ll make sure that you never see the light of day again...”
“I’ll get it,” the little man squeaked, “I... promise...”
“Two days,” the bigger man spoke, “or else...”
“...urgh...” came the moan from my bed.
I looked over at the shape of my friend as he stirred.
“Uh... Josh?” Quil said, confused. “Why am I in your bed?”
“Well, that’s a long story...” I started to explain, interrupted by a knock at the door.
I bounced up and opened it, to be greeted by the sight of James, with Haoran towering over him. I invited them in, asking if they’d like something to drink. The two quads took a seat whilst I grabbed some juice from the fridge.
I heard the door to the bathroom open, and the two quads greet Jacob. They started talking away, chatting with Quil too.
I passed them each a can of juice and sat down on the edge of Jacob’s bed.
“So, what’s this ‘chat’ that you need to have?” I asked James. “Is it secret? Do you need me to leave?”
“Oh no,” James replied, “nothing secret. It’s basic hygiene, recommendations for tailors and so on and so forth.”
“Ah, sounds interesting,” I said.
“Oh... wow...” Quil said to himself, lifting the covers. “It’s so big! Holy... there’s another one!”
The sight was so surreal that if I hadn’t witnessed it with my own two eyes, I would have doubted it myself...
Jacob and Quil sat completely naked on the sofa in the lounge area of our student flat. Two completely different people, now connected by their transformation. Jacob sat with his ripped surfer’s bod, and Quil with his skinny frame, looking every bit the ‘twink’. Whilst Jacob seemed to be listening with great interest, Quil was more interested in playing with his cocks like a cat with two balls of wool. A nudge in the ribs from Jacob soon returned him to the conversation...
“So,” James started, “you’ll already have noticed a few of the physical changes...”
“There are also a few other things that you’ll need to know,” James continued. “There are some hygiene considerations which come along with an extra penis and legs. Quil, with your long tongue, you’ll have some extra things to do which I’m sure Haoran will be happy to help with...”
As I listened, I felt myself getting slightly jealous at the fact that my two friends were going to be able to experience these new things, whilst I remain as a normal person. Funny, I thought. Who would have thought being normal was the odd one out...
Sensing my feelings, Haoran came over to stand beside me in the back of the room.
“Hey,” Haoran whispered. “Fancy going and getting some brunch while James gives them the talk?”
“Surely they’ll only be a few minutes?” I whispered back. Haoran shook his head.
“My talk lasted about 3 hours,” he smiled. “James likes going into every single detail. We’ll probably be able to walk down town, have brunch, cure cancer, walk back up and still catch the end.”
“Oh,” I nodded, “then sure. Let’s go!”
We politely took our leave and headed down town.
Walking down town, I started to notice that there weren’t actually as many quads as I thought there were. Maybe my eyes had been overloaded with the sight of my friends, but it seemed like there weren’t as many around as there had been earlier this week. I shook my head—maybe it’s just my head trying to make me feel a bit better...
We stopped at the local pub and grabbed a table. The server came over with a special Quad seat for Haoran. It was slightly elongated, allowing him to completely sit all four legs comfortably whilst still supporting his back.
“So, what can I get you guys?” the server asked.
“Hmmm...” I hummed as I looked over the menu. “Could I have the full Scottish, with some apple juice?”
“Make that two, please?” Haoran said.
The server took our menus and headed off to the kitchen with our order.
“So,” Haoran said, looking right into my eyes, “I know you’re probably feeling a bit left out. Probably one of the worst things about the curse of this University.”
“Curse?” I asked, slightly taken aback. “I wouldn’t have said it was a curse. But yeah, I admit to being a bit jealous. I think it’s probably because it’s happened so fast.”
“Oh, it’s definitely been fast with Jacob and Quil,” Haoran laughed slightly. “Normally we don’t see quads appearing until closer to Christmas. Nobody else in your year has even started the first signs yet.”
He held up his big, six-fingered hand to show his point.
“Seriously,” he continued, “even James is confused. Sure, he might not look it—that guy could be an amazing poker player—but he has been scouring through the records since you first mentioned about Jacob’s signs.”
“Wow,” I gasped. “So, Jacob and Quil are something special?”
“I’ll say,” Haoran replied. “Not like the curse to take anyone so soon.”
“You keep calling it a curse, but I thought you were happy being a quad?” I asked. “You definitely look amazing as one...”
“Oh, it’s a curse,” Haoran replied, a hint of sadness in his voice. “A curse for the transformed, and a curse for those not transformed.
“Take your situation, for example. Here you are, just started life at St El’s, not enough time to really form a big friend group but plenty of time to get to know one or two people. Then suddenly they transform into something, bringing you into closer contact with similar beings and forming a larger friend group—which is a positive—but you are left behind—which is a negative. Now you are the only one in your friend group who is a regular, normal person. So, whilst your new friends start to experience the amazing new feelings, describing them to you in great detail, you can only imagine these things yourself.
“Now, don’t get me wrong, there may be a quad in you yet, but it still hurts.”
As Haoran speaks, realisation kicks in, and I lower my head feeling depressed at my situation. It’s true, I thought. Quil and Jacob are going to be having these amazing experiences, and I’m just going to be on the sidelines wondering what might have been...
“In my case, though,” Haoran continued, “it’s a curse too.”
“How is that?” I asked, amazed that Haoran could consider his amazing body as a curse.
“It’s easy,” he replied, a soft smile on his face but sadness in his eyes, “I can never go home again.”
“What?!” I gasped. “Surely that can’t be true?”
“It is,” he sighed. “My family is quite prominent back home. Dad was a politician before you guys handed us back to China, and being a politician, he decided that his principles could be adjusted if it kept him, and his family, in a comfortable life. Mom was the perfect politician’s wife. I’m the youngest of my brothers and sister. I did all the things a senior politician’s son was expected to do—joined the right clubs, played the right sports, wore the correct clothes. In return, I got to do some really special things, like be selected to attend a prestigious overseas university.
“So, I was packed off to St El’s with a group of other politicians’ kids. It was the first time that any Chinese had attended St El’s, and will probably be the last time too. Being a Hong Konger, my English was as good as my Cantonese, and having had a privileged background where I had access to things that other kids didn’t, meant I could acclimatise to the local culture better than the rest of the group.
“While the rest stuck together as a group, I branched out to meet other people. I know that this was reported to my parents by others in the group, and I got in a lot of trouble because of it. Then, just after Christmas on my first year I went through taurification...”
I nodded wordlessly at Haoran to continue.
“I was ostracised immediately,” he said. “No other Chinese has gone through the process, and the government put St El’s on a blacklist just in case.
“My father was furious, as though I had actually chosen to go through with this myself. ‘As if it wasn’t bad enough that you were already a freak’ he screamed down the phone at me.”
Seeing my curiosity, Haoran gave me a look that said, ‘I’ll get to that’.
“Eventually, my mom calmed him down and he started to talk a bit more rationally. Typical for him, his first thought was his image as a politician and how this would ruin it in the eyes of the Party. Long story short, he has agreed to support me financially, so I’ll never have want for anything, but I’m not allowed to go back home—ever.”
I saw a tear in the corner of his eye. In response, tears started to well up in my eyes at the thought of poor Haoran not getting to see his home ever again, all because he was selected at random by the strange power surrounding St Eligius’s.
“I’m so sorry,” I muttered, almost kicking myself at the pathetic choice of words.
“Hey, it’s not so bad,” he said, putting on a sad smile, “I’ve got friends, I’ve got money and I’ve got a long life to look forward to.”
At that moment, the mood was broken by the arrival of our server with our breakfasts. Suddenly a hunger overtook me that I didn’t realise I’d been holding back...
Back in the room, Jacob and Quil were almost asleep listening to James delivering ‘the talk’...
“... clothing is another consideration,” James droned. “Naturally, you’ll need an entirely new bottom half of your wardrobe. In town there are a few stores which have sections that cater to quads, and the society can give you grants to help should the added expense be a burden. You’ll need to think about underwear too, and there is one store which specialises in this. After I’ve finished, if you give me your measurements then I will see if I can borrow a pair of shorts or jeans so that you can get down to the store. I’ll try to get some underwear for you too.
“In addition to clothing, consideration has to be made about furniture, as the additional curvature of your now elongated spine will give you some discomfort when you try to sit down on certain chairs...”
“So,” I said, wiping away some sauce from the corner of my mouth, “um, you mentioned about, well, you know...”
“About already being a ‘freak’?” Haoran answered, before extending his tongue to lift the last piece of bacon on his plate. I nodded, my cheeks blushing.
“Well,” Haoran started, “since birth I’ve been different. Sure, not as different as I am now—I never had issues with five fingered gloves before coming here, for example—but definitely not normal. And it was different enough that my dad wanted to keep it a complete secret.
“I remember him saying that if I ever wanted to sleep with a girl—he never accepted that I was gay—that I was to let him know and he would pay for an appropriately discreet lady to come and see to my needs. After signing a non-disclosure agreement, of course.”
I looked at him, even more confused than I had been when he started.
“You know, I love it when you look at me like that,” he smiled, warmly.
“How do I put this... You know how snakes... no, maybe... you know how most people... ah I know! Have you ever heard of diphallia?”
The word sounds familiar, and I know enough about Greek—or was it Latin?—to know that ‘di’ means two.
“Basically,” Haoran continued, “it’s a condition where someone is born with more than one penis. It affects about 1 in 6 million or something like that, and most have complications because of it.”
I nodded, taking in the words, but still confused.
“Turns out that I’m one of the unique ones where there were no complications, no anomalies or anything like that. So, I was born with two fully functioning penises, with an extra testicle as an add-on.”
“Wait,” I said, realisation hitting me, “so you have three cocks?” I whispered the last bit, remembering the very public setting we were in. Haoran leaned forward.
“Yip,” he whispered. “Three big... long... juicy... cocks.”
I felt my hard on spring up and bump the table. Holy fuck, I thought. As if he wasn’t the hottest guy on the planet before... I look at him, sensing that he was thinking the same thing I was.
“Excuse me,” I shout to the server, “could we have the bill please?”
“Hello, father,” Quil said into his phone.
“Ah, Torquil,” came his father’s voice. “How are you settling in at St Eligius’s?”
“To be honest...” Quil replied, “it’s been great! Although, there’s something I need to tell you...”
James had dropped off some clothes to allow Jacob to wander downtown and pick up his own custom made clothing. Jacob loved the feeling of the clothing rubbing against his four legs as he wandered down the street.
Amazing, he thought to himself. Nobody seems to care. It’s like they’re so used to quads that they see them like everyone else.
As he looked around, he saw that there were quite a few quads walking down the street, mostly student age, but a few older guys too. He spotted the store that James had recommended.
As he pushed the door open, an older man came over to greet him.
“Ah, good morning, sir,” he said, “how can I help you today?”
“Well...” Jacob started. “I was wondering about getting some new threads.”
“Hmmm, yes,” the older man said, looking down at the ill-fitting trousers Jacob was wearing. “I believe that we may be able to help in that area. Ryan? Could you come and help this young gentleman?”
At the call of his name, a young man came out to the shop floor and stood beside the older man. He looked Jacob up and down.
“I believe I know what the gentleman would like,” he said with a smile.
The large man laughed as he held the book in his massive hands. As he thumbed through the book his smile widened.
“Finally,” he said to himself, “I have the power to grow even further...”
“... Yes, I’ve become a quad...” Quil continued, “... yes, four legs and everything... I know, I’ll need to get a new saddle made for Tolkien—ha, I’ve just realised that I have the same number of legs as him now, wonder how he’ll take it...”
Quil listened as his father took a turn at talking. “...Oh, my new friend...” Quil answered the unheard question. “... He’s an amazing guy, he speaks to me like I’m just a normal person and it feels so liberating... no, still nobody that likes me that way, but there are a few people that I am starting to really crush on...”
Jacob followed Ryan as they headed into the measuring room.
“Would you mind removing your trousers?” Ryan asked, taking a notepad, pencil and tape measure out of his pocket.
“Um...” Jacob said. “To be honest, I’m not wearing any underwear.”
A sly smile appeared on Ryan’s face. “Don’t worry, we’re perfectly discreet in here,” Ryan replied.
Guessing where things were leading, Jacob smiled and took his trousers off.
Ryan whistled approvingly as he saw Jacob’s large cocks.
“Very nice,” Ryan said. He knelt down and held the front cock in his hands before moving it to the side to take an inside leg measurement. Jacob realised that this was going to be a slightly different session when Ryan held the cock again and took another inside leg measurement on the other leg. His restless cocks, feeling the attention, started to get hard.
“Hmmm...” Ryan said, looking at the hardening cocks, “we might need to, ahem, take care of those before we continue...”
Without another word, Ryan knelt down again and took Jacob’s front cock in his hands. Jacob took in a deep breath as he felt the skilled hands sliding up and down his cock as it continued to grow longer and longer.
“Fuck,” Ryan said, admiring the growing cock, “how big are you?”
“Oh, I’m a big guy,” Jacob said, “and even bigger in back...”
As though to prove his point, his rear cock started to push his front balls aside, continuing to expand towards Ryan.
Licking his lips, Ryan decided to change tactics. Quickly changing out of his own suit and helping Jacob out of his shirt, he marvelled at the stud in front of him. Not wanting to disappoint, Jacob gave Ryan a quick show, flexing his biceps and pecs, before rubbing his perfect abs. Still, Ryan’s eyes were drawn to the still growing cocks.
Shit, Ryan thought, this guy is hung with a capital H! He must be at least 18 inches and still growing...
Without another thought, Ryan slipped the head of Jacob’s front cock into his mouth. His talented tongue swirled around the slit whilst his hands continued to pump at the shaft. He felt his head move back as the cock continued growing. Jacob started to reach his large hands towards his cock to join in but stopped, thinking of trying something new. He opened his mouth slightly and slid his long tongue out of his mouth, sliding it through the canyon formed between his pecs, down through the valley in the middle of his abs and wrapping it around the base of his shaft. A wave of pleasure shot through him as he started to jerk off his cock with his tongue. The sight of this caused Ryan’s cock to get harder...
“More!” the deep voice roared, “I want more!”
As he watched, his hands started to change—an extra finger starting to form on each of them. He could feel the same process happening with his feet, as they pushed against the fabric of his four sneakers.
With his front cock now stretching past 30 inches, with four hands and two tongues giving it their full attention, Jacob was in a world of pure bliss. As though crying out for its own attention, his rear cock now started to get in the way. Thankfully, Jacob found a solution that almost made him pass out with pleasure...
He opened his big hands, wrapping them around both shafts at the same time, his rear cock and front cock, and started jerking. Realising that Ryan’s cock was also painfully erect with nothing helping him out, Jacob released his tongue from its role and extended it around Ryan’s cock. The young man’s back arched as though a shock had passed through him, feeling the tongue slowly wrap itself around his manhood, jerking him off from afar.
Time stood still as the two men developed a rhythm like one being—Ryan sucking and jerking Jacob’s front cock, as Jacob jerked both of his own cocks and Ryan’s singular cock. As one, the three cocks shot their loads. Ryan struggled to swallow the load from Jacob’s front cock as his chest was hit by the warm liquid from Jacob’s rear cock. Ryan’s own cock emptied itself on his toned stomach.
Releasing the almost 3 foot long cock from his mouth, Ryan looked up at Jacob.
“Holy fuck,” he whispered, “that was incredible.”
“Oh, that was just the first round,” Jacob said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
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