Life of Tre

by TreborNawoc

 Tre has a wild body with lots of extras, which gets him a lot of attention—especially from his boyfriend, Ky.

Added: Jun 2021 Updated: 15 Jan 2022 4,607 words 3,619 views 4.9 stars (22 votes)

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So here I am, sitting waiting on my boyfriend to get here so I can have some fun and he texts me to say he’s stuck in traffic on the other side of the city. Well, fuck. What’s a horny guy to do?

Thankfully, I know just the thing…

Without moving any of my arms, I start to expand my two, long, prehensile cocks, slowly letting them extend towards the floor. Just before they reach it, I start turning them upwards, letting them expand a little as they keep floating towards my mouths. With just a few feet to go (my cocks already over four feet long at this point) I flick my four tongues out and start exploring the length, two tongues to a cock, twisting, reaching, squeezing all along the length. As I start to guide my cocks into my mouths, I let out a moan—fuck, there’s no real way to describe this feeling—as I open wide to accept my 7-foot-long pythons.

With all four tongues I start massaging my cocks, hitting that sweet spot that only me and my boyfriend know about (although my boyfriend only has one mouth, so I can only get a double hit when I do this myself…), enjoying the taste of my pre-cum and feeling my cocks expand to fill my mouths.

After a few minutes of bliss, I start allowing my cocks to stretch some more, slithering down my throats, before meeting together in my stomach. At this point I’m thankful that my nose is connected to my lungs (all four of them) so I never need to come up for breath.

Passing through the rest of my body, the cocks part ways, albeit briefly, as they exit from my anuses (yip, you read that right) and I finally allow my arms to unfold and take hold of my cocks. With one cock in my right hands, and one cock in my left hands, I sensually squeeze and release with all 32 fingers before slowly starting to stroke my steadily hardening cocks. It doesn’t take too long before I feel my four balls getting close to release. I up the tempo of my sucking and my stroking, moaning louder, in harmony from both mouths.

I feel it—the climax—but my cocks are so long that it takes a few seconds to ooze its way through. I see the first load travelling along the shafts, before disappearing into my mouths, followed by so many other loads that I don’t even bother counting them. In ecstasy I shoot my load—thankfully we have an easy to clean floor—and continue cumming for another 10 minutes, catching each breath, feeling the pulse of both of my heartbeats, watching each spurt of cum hitting the floor on the other side of the room.

Not wanting to miss out, I start retracting my cocks back up into my anuses, pulling the still pulsing heads into my mouths. Mmm… my cum really does taste good. Maybe having so many tongues gives you more sensitive taste buds, who knows? I drink up every last drop of cum, swallowing it down my throats, before allowing my cocks to retract back into my shorts.

I release a satisfied breath I didn’t realise I’d been holding in, and think to myself, “Okay. That’s the warm up done. Now to have some real fun…”

I hear the car pull up in the drive and decide to continue my fun.

As soon as my boyfriend walks through I pounce on him, lifting him off his feet with my lower arms and diving straight in for a kiss with my upper mouth. He lets loose a soft moan as three tongues wrap around each other, while I open my lower mouth and let my tongues explore his smooth chin and long neck. After what feels like an eternity, our lips part and I pull my tongues back in my mouths. “Feeling horny, are we?” he asks.

“You bet!”, I exclaim in stereo, as I start walking us towards the bedroom.

I duck my head through the door frame (we have a lovely house in the suburbs, but it was built and designed for Norms, and being 7’4” tall I get used to ducking) and lay him on the bed, my arms sadly letting him go. My boyfriend starts to undress, but I stop him, saying, “Ah, ah, ah—allow me.”

He smiles and says, “Be my guest.”

With four arms, I remove his shoes, throwing them over my shoulders, unbutton his trousers and pull them down (folding them before setting them down—we’re not animals, and we both hate ironing!). I then take of his socks and start licking his feet with my tongues. He lets out a little laugh as they hit his tickly spot. Feeling mischievous, I decide to play a little game.

Taking his right foot into my hands, I stretch open my lower mouth to take in all his toes at the same time, and as I lick each toe in order from biggest to smallest I start reciting the old poem from my upper mouth:

“This little piggy went to market,
This little piggy stayed home,
This little piggy had roast beef,
This little piggy had none.
This little piggy went to the gym,
This little piggy went on a run.
and this little piggy went,
Wee, wee, wee, all the way home!”

As I said the last line I shoved the whole foot in my mouth and licked it all over with my tongues. My boyfriend started writhing with ecstasy and started ripping off his shirt (okay, we can sometimes be animals!), “I can’t take it Tre—I’m getting near already.” His cocks were definitely agreeing with him, standing proudly, having pushed his boxers down. I’ve always loved my boyfriend’s cocks—sure, they aren’t as ‘remarkable’ as mine, but they just look perfect, each one 25 inches of thick, pure, unblemished muscle. It’s almost as if they were made just for me, and boy was I thankful that I got them all to myself!

Releasing his foot, with one last flick of the tongues in between his toes, I let my lower mouth return to normal and start to make my way up to his cocks. Wrapping them from tip to base in my talented tongues, I start slowly jerking him off, bringing him near to release. I stop, just before he shoots, retracting my tongues, then I take them both in my mouths. We both moan in unison as I start working on them, slowly gliding from tip right down to the base and back again. I hold his hands with my upper hands, putting his 7 fingers in between my 8—it’s like we truly were made for each other.

After a few minutes of this, I decide to join in on the fun, stretching one of my cocks up and into my boyfriend’s ass, and the other one up in front of his face. Grinning like a Cheshire Cat (he can grin from ear to ear and he loves doing it to weird out our norm neighbours!) he opens wide and reaches out his tongue to welcome my cock in. We suck and fuck together for a few minutes before I feel the tension as he reaches climax. His three balls give up their load and I swallow the lot down—god it tastes so good—with a slurp and a moan from all three of our mouths.

I let go of his hands (but not his cocks) and use my arms and cocks to switch places. I’m now on my back and my boyfriend is on top of me. Releasing his still hard cocks from my mouth, I get him in to the perfect position. Putting my upper arms behind my head, I remove my cock from his mouth and put it in my lower mouth. With his mouth now free I kiss him with my upper mouth, allowing all three tongues to meet and caress each other. Separating for just a second, I whisper, “Do me!” and twist my waist 180 degrees, keeping my upper body still, presenting both my holes as an invitation for his 25 inch cocks.

“With pleasure,” he whispers back, and starts slowly entering me as we return to our sensuous kiss. It doesn’t take too long before he is pounding my asses, whilst I start to pound his ass. (What a sight we must be—if only our norm neighbours could see us… Hmm… maybe next time we should do this in the back garden to see their reaction.)

With all the stimulation, it doesn’t take long for us both, and with scream of ecstasy that shook the entire house, our balls burst their banks and shoot out their massive loads. After 15 minutes, the cumming starts to subside and we just stare into each other’s eyes. “You know, Ky, I’ve always loved your eyes”, I said. They were so beautiful, with their split irises and deep green pupils, making my sky blue one’s look absolutely mundane.

We lay there for another 20 minutes, just enjoying the feel of our bodies touching each other, my boyfriend resting his head on my four pecs, listening to the pulse of my hearts, whilst I held him tightly in my four arms, never wanting to let him go.

Eventually, our stomachs rumbled, telling us that it was time to move. I looked at my watch—hmm, that was a quick session, only 2 hours—and said, “I suppose we better get cleaned up before dinner.”

Ky smiled that wide grin of his and said, “I’ll meet you in the shower for round two.”

Tre put on his workout gear, locked the front door, and headed for the Gym. He had only been back in his hometown of Avonkirk for a week, but it already felt like he’d never left. Avonkirk was a small, quirky Scottish town with a mix of modern attitudes and ancient buildings. Few people had even heard of the town, and even fewer could point it out on a map, but Tre loved it. He waved at people that he grew up with, said ‘Good morning’ to the older people, smiled seeing all the young multis playing with their norm friends.

As he stood at the bus stop, he chatted away with old Mrs Campbell, who was heading in to see Dr MacNeill, the town’s GP.

“Good morning, Mrs Campbell. How are you today?” Tre said.

“Oh. If it isn’t young Trebor Nawoc. I haven’t seen you since you moved down to London. Are you back up for a visit?” Mrs Campbell asked.

“Oh no. Ky and I moved back up here last week. Ky has taken a job at the Uni and I’m able to work from home now,” Tre replied. They continued catching up as they got on the bus. Finally, as Tre reached his stop, he said goodbye to Mrs Campbell and stepped off the bus.

As he stepped into AK Gym, he got to the reception desk and spotted the owner behind it. The owner, an older looking guy, looked up and watched Tre approach the desk. Tre could already see his cock getting hard in his sweatpants. Smiling his unique smile, Tre reached the desk and booked a session—only to realise that he had left his wallet back home. Just as he was about to leave, the owner said that he could let him have a free session if he would do something for him—agree to have his photos taken for some publicity.

Introducing himself as Duncan Graham, the owner called one of the staff members over and asked him to photograph Tre as he was working out. Tre just smiles and said, “Let’s get started then!”

Tre begins working his huge body, lifting weights that made Duncan’s eyes water. As he worked out and started to build up a sweat, Tre decided to play a little to the camera. After an hour or so of heavy lifting, he removed his t-shirt. Duncan and the cameraman let out a quiet moan as they saw beads of sweat drop from Tre’s four luscious pecs on to his tight 12 pack. Watching his muscles flex made both of them hard, and Tre decided to join in with this too. Allowing his cocks to grow in his shorts, Tre opened his huge legs to let them slide out to the fresh air.

Duncan swallowed and, seeing an opportunity, said to the camera man, “Hmmm…, I think we might need to stop while we take care of… those.”

Tre, smiling, said to Duncan, “Oh, do you want to help me out?” He lowered his shorts using his lower arms and released his cocks from their fabric prison.

Springing up to a length of over 2 feet long, they were the biggest cocks that Duncan had ever seen. “Fuck,” Duncan gasped at the sight.

“Take your pick,” Tre said, “or you can try both if you feel up to it?”

Duncan went wide-eyed at the sight and dropped to his knees to try to take one of the cocks in his mouth. He took the upper most cock and managed, somehow, to fit the head into his mouth. Slowly, he started to suck while jerking the cock off with his hands. Tre bit his lower lips as Duncan continues his ministrations.

After a few minutes of having his cock sucked so expertly, Tre was ready to cum. Suddenly a thought came into his head.

“Shit”, he called out, “don’t… swallow… or… or… or…” Tre drifted off as he came from both cocks, covering the floor with cum and also filling Duncan’s mouth to the point that it starts dribbling out the sides.

Duncan swallowed the mouth-load of cum and asked, “What did you say?”

“Oh well. Time for a surprise,” Tre said.

Duncan started to feel some discomfort in his neck. It felt like his throat is expanding, but there was also something stopping his throat getting bigger. He could also feel his face drooping a little, like the space between his lips and chin was getting bigger, but his chin felt fine. His cock also started to feel bigger—how can that be, he thought—and it felt like there was a growth forming underneath his cock.

He looked up, and directly at the mirror on the wall opposite his desk. The sight shocked him—he looked about 10 years younger, and his face had lengthened quite a bit. His muscles now looked a bit more defined, and his eyes seem to shone a little brighter. Taking all this in he felt his own orgasm building, but instead of cumming, his cock just expanded inside his pants, causing them to burst open. Looking down he saw that he now had two thick cocks. The sight was too much for him and he finally blew the load held in his balls (also doubled, as he later found out!).

Duncan was spent, but as he looked up, he spotted that his face had stopped lengthening and now had a second mouth under the first. A confused look came over his face as he glanced towards Tre, who just shrugged all four shoulders and said, “I did tell you not to swallow…” and headed off to the shower…

Tre returned home after his workout to find that the door to his apartment was locked. It was at this point that he realised that as well as forgetting his wallet, he’d also forgotten his keys…

Spotting them in the living room window, he lowered his head to his letter box with a flexibility few could achieve, then stuck one of his long tongues through—eugh, that tastes awful, he thought—snaking it through the hallway to try to find the door into the living room.

“This would be so much easier if I could actually see what I was doing,” he said to himself. After finding what he worked out was the door, which just had to be closed, he stretched his tongue up to find the handle. Pulling the handle and opening the door he reached further into the room, raising his tongue off the ground to search around for the key. Why do they make this look so easy in cartoons? he thought to himself as his tongue hit something solid. Thinking he has hit the wall, his tongue started descending—but instead of finding the table with the keys, his tongue ended up dropping into something wet. Subconsciously remembering that there weren’t any bowls of water out in the living room it dawned on him where his tongue has ended up…

Quickly retracting his tongue from the toilet and carefully pulling it all back through the letter box, Tre started wiping his tongue with all four hands before pulling his water bottle out his bag and washing it down.

“Right, that does it,” he said, with determination in his voice.

Taking his trainers and hoodie off and laying them next to his bag beside the door, leaving him just in his tight shorts and t-shirt, Tre held open the letter box with his lower arms as he pushed his upper hands through. With his hands through he bent his arms between the elbow and wrist so that he could get some purchase on the door as he lowered his head and upper shoulders towards the letter box.

As impossible as it would seem, his head and massive arms and shoulders started to compress as they squeezed through the tiny aperture. Getting his upper shoulders and head through, Tre then squeezed his lower shoulders through, followed by his lower arms and torso. With just his huge legs to get through, Tre walked forward on his arms until his feet made it through and the letter box closed.

Standing up from being on all sixes, Tre walked his 7-foot-tall frame through to the living room, giving the toilet a look as he passed it—I can’t believe I had my tongue in the toilet. Eugh…—and picked up the keys from the table, before opening the door and picking up his belongings. Just as he closes the door, he spotted his neighbour across the street staring at him, having witnessed the whole incident, with his jaw wide open. Tre just gave a little wave, then headed back in the apartment.


When Ky got home, he gave him a loving kiss and cuddle. They then told each other about their days—Tre in the gym and squeezing through the letter box, Ky speaking with the Estate Agents selling their home in London—before having a bite to eat, then getting changed for the night.

Ky had been told about a nice pub that had been opened which catered for multis, so they both decided to try it out tonight. Their cousins, Danny and Max, both recommended it, so they popped round and all four headed out to the pub. Danny looked great in a silver, silk, four-armed shirt and tight jeans, showing off his rear bubble butt to perfection, whilst Max chose a tight polo shirt to accentuate his massive shoulders, pecs and biceps. Ky wore what he always wore, shirt and jumper with cords—”I swear, Ky, you’re old before your time…”—and Tre decided on jeans, tee shirt, and open shirt.

When they got to the pub, they found an eclectic mix of multis and norms just having a great time. They both loved it! It was so different to London where they were stared at by everyone in the club—Ky less than Tre due to his multi’s being less visible. Tre remembered the first time he and Sam had decided to try somewhere outside the Student Union, and it didn’t end up too well…

Danny waved over to a group of guys, including one Tre recognised from university. “Hey Niall. I didn’t realise you moved to Avonkirk!” Tre said.

“Yeah, as soon as I finished uni I joined the Civil Service and ended up here. I hear you’re my new boss in the department,” Niall replied.

“Wait, are you in the Linguistics Team up here? Brilliant! It’ll be good to have a friendly… oooh… wait… you didn’t have four arms when we were in London…” Tre trailed off, confused at the sight of Niall’s extra arms.

“Well, funny story, but it was you who gave them to me on your Graduation night,” Niall laughed. “You also managed to ‘change’ a few other people that night too, including Shaun T”—Tre nodded, still confused—”he’s now a multi too. Lives in town; owns a fantastic restaurant, the Tasty Double Diner, you should try it.”

“Let me guess?” Ky interjected, giggling to himself. “You and Shaun both ended up with a dose of Tre’s ‘secret sauce’ that night?”

“Well…” Niall trailed off.

“Well, it’s great to see you anyway,” Tre said, pulling Niall into a four-armed hug.

One by one Danny introduced the other guys—Owen, Gavin, Caleb and Jacob. The sat and chatted, having a few pints, telling tales about London and Avonkirk. The door to the pub opened, and a tall, tall hunk walked himself in. Tre knew that Dylan was the tallest guy on the planet, but this guy wasn’t far behind. Gavin, the cute two mouthed boytaur, waved him over.

“Hey Seb, we’re over here.” Seb looked over and smiles from both mouths, bending his long body down so that he could give Gavin a double kiss. “Tre, Ky, this is Sebastian.” Tre and Ky stood up and shook hands with Seb.

“Tre?” Seb asked. “You’re not ‘the’ Tre, are you? Like the very first multi?”

Tre nodded in acknowledgment.

“Wow. It’s a real pleasure to meet you. I remembered you at school and always wanted to be a multi like you.”

Tre looked confused. “Wait, when I was at Avonkirk Academy, I was the only multi. All the others were still in the Government School that closed after I moved to London,” he said.

“Ah. Well…” Seb chuckled. “There were a lot of people who hit a second puberty on their 18th birthday and transformed into multis. Then there were those who seemed to come from the Scott Mansion. Plus there was a swarm of bees which seemed to cause transformations, but only in guys.” Tre just looked dumbfounded—Bees? he thought —and what’s this about the Scott Mansion?. He let Seb continue.

“Then there’s me. I work in genetics up at the Government Labs and I managed to trap one of the bees. Long story short, I created a serum to transform myself into a multi.”

“Amazing!” Tre exclaimed. “That’s incredible.”

“That’s not all,” Gavin piped in. “I was a norm up until Seb transformed me.” Ky and Tre turned their heads to look at Gavin, then to Seb, seeming to ask ‘how?’.

“Well,” said Seb, “I won’t bore you with the details… but basically I gave myself these.” Seb opened his mouths and two, yellow-brown-ish long tendrils shot out. As everyone looks in amazement, Seb extended the sharp barbs at the end.

“That’s how he delivers the serum that his body creates, and how he changed me into this,” Gavin explained, waving to his face and legs.

“Wow. That’s awesome,” Tre said admiringly.

Just as Seb was about to withdraw his tendrils, the leg of his chair gave way, causing him to fall. Tre leapt to try to catch Seb before his long body hits the ground. In almost slow motion, everyone watched as both tendrils stabbed into Tre’s outstretched arms, delivering a double dose of serum. Seb quickly realised and pulled them back in, while Tre simply licked the area with one of his tongues.

Helping Seb up, and pulling another seat over, Ky asked Tre if he was okay.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Tre calmly said. “It didn’t actually hurt.”

“But what about the serum?” Ky asked, worried.

“I wouldn’t worry. I’m already a multi. It’s not like I can be transformed into something I already am. Stop panicking.”

Everyone eventually settled down, and they kept chatting away, now laughing about the situation. Closing time came and the guys all went their separate ways, except Max, Caleb and Jacob, who headed out to a nightclub for some more fun.

As Tre and Ky got home, they walked into their apartment—Ky having remembered the keys, which Tre had forgotten again—and got ready for bed. Ky was still concerned about Tre.

“I’m just worried. I mean, if one dose did that to Gavin, what would two doses do?” Ky said.

“I feel fine. Okay, I’m a little tired, but that might be because I’ve had a tiring day. We’ll wake up in the morning and it’ll be fine,” Tre said. They both headed to bed and fell asleep quickly.


Throughout the night, Tre had crazy dreams, and tossed and turned and tossed and turned. Ky, who could sleep through a volcano erupting next to him, slept through the whole thing. Tre awoke with a start at 4am, covered in sweat and feeling odd. He checked his temperature with the back of one of his hands, and felt like he was burning with fever, but something felt strange with his body. It felt like he was sitting on someone, and someone was sitting on him at the same time, but Ky was on the other side of the bed. It also looked like his feet were further away than normal. Great, he thought. I’m starting to hallucinate. He then felt a great headache, and quickly passed out…


Feeling the sunlight on his face, and someone shaking his upper shoulders, Tre finally came to. He saw Ky, but Ky had a very worried look on his face.

“Hey,” Tre said sleepily. “What’s up?”

“What’s up?!” Ky shouted. “Haven’t you realised yet?”

“Stop shouting. My head’s sore,” Tre moaned. “Let me just have a few more minutes.”

“A few more minutes? Tre, don’t you feel any different?” Ky said, panicked.

Tre suddenly only felt one thing—a full bladder. He made to get up out of bed, still half asleep, and started to stand up, smacking his head off the ceiling…

“Shit!” Tre shouted in pain. With sudden realisation dawning on him, and now fully awake to his situation, he took in the transformation his body had undergone…

Coiling his now very long torso, he catalogued his changes—two new legs (complete with new cocks and anuses), two new arms (complete with new pecs) and 70-plus new abs (he gave up counting!).

“Well, this is definitely new…” Tre said, smiling.

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