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: 28 May 2022 8,493 words 6,058 views 5.0 stars (223 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.

Tre and Ky made their way home after the wedding. It had been such a tremendous event and it felt great for Tre to once again be surrounded by all the people he knew and loved from his home town. Even Ky had felt that affection from the townspeople, as well as his new extended family in Avonkirk.

As they got home to their home, they also realised that this would be one of the last nights that they would be in this house. Ky had managed to get the house in London sold (finally!) so they had put an offer in on a bigger house in the South quarter of the town. Tre was looking forward to moving, as his new body needed a higher ceiling than they currently had. Of course, none of this was on either of their minds as they locked the door behind them…

“Well, that was an amazing night,” Ky said to Tre as he started to undress. “It’s really given me some ideas for our wedding.”

“Oh,” Tre’s ears picked up at this. He paused from removing his very long shirt, having exposed his six juicy pecs. “Like what?”

“Oh, a few things,” Ky continued. “I loved the band, so we might hire them. And Shaun’s cooking was divine. I loved the idea that we could just use a buffet, what will all you tall guys being around…”

Ky had slipped his tartan trews off and looked down at them.

“You know, I might have attempted to wear a kilt, but I think my English heart might have had an attack,” he laughed. “Just a shame that we can’t get a four legged kilt for you…”

“I don’t think the legs are the issue. It’s going ‘traditional’ that’s the issue,” Tre interjected. “Maybe if it was just a few of us guys but having our cocks on display in public isn’t exactly wise. The town might be open and welcoming, but I think they might draw the line at that one…”

Tre removed his own four legged tartan trews, releasing all four of his long cocks.

“Ah, true, true,” Ky said removing his shirt.

“You know…” he whispered to Tre, “your mum is staying over at your aunt’s house tonight…”

“My dear Mr Walker, what are you suggesting…” Tre feigned outrage, in a Southern Belle accent.

Without another word, Ky pounced…


With both boys now completely naked, Ky leapt into Tre’s six strong arms. He nuzzled his head into Tre’s strong neck. Taking a deep breath, he took in Tre’s scent, his unique smell mixed with his mild aftershave.

“Oh Tre,” he whispered, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Tre said as he turned his long body 180 degrees to carefully lay Ky down on the bed.

Releasing Ky from his arms, he shifted his abs to lower his torso down to Ky’s two hard cocks. Looking up at Ky’s beautiful face, Tre opened both his mouths and took one cock in each.

Teasing Ky’s cocks with his talented tongues, Tre worked his magic on his beloved. Ky, looking down, saw Tre’s magnificent shoulders and juicy pecs bouncing in perfect rhythm, causing him to get harder.

“Oh fuck, Tre,” he moaned, “it feels like a while since we’ve done anything like this.”

Removing his upper mouth but keeping his lower mouth working on one of Ky’s cocks, Tre smiled.

“I don’t think we’ve done anything since my transformation a few months ago. We’ve just been so busy with other things…”

Tre returned to sucking both of Ky’s cocks. Ky’s back arched at the feeling.

Tre’s tongues circled around the heads of Ky’s cocks, squeezing gently, teasing them as his lips slid up and down the long, long shafts.

Tre’s arms began massaging Ky’s abs and pecs, squeezing his firm butt. Tre’s legs walked around the bed, mounting it near Ky’s head. They turn around and straddle Ky, facing towards Tre’s head.

Tre presented his two rear holes for Ky to pleasure.

Ky squeezed Tre’s rear ass, spreading his cheeks wide, taking one of his hands and tapping his two holes, teasing them. Tre moaned around Ky’s cocks, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure down his spine.

Tre released both of Ky’s cocks. “Fuck Ky,” he purred, “I love it when you do that.”

Tre started to jerk Ky’s cocks with four hands, the other two still on Ky’s ass.

The sight of Tre’s bulging biceps flexing with each stroke sent Ky into ecstasy, while Tre looked at Ky’s beautiful face, mesmerised by his gorgeous, twinkling eyes.

With Tre’s holes winking at him, Ky gave Tre’s ass a good spank, before teasing each hole with a finger each.

“Uhhhhh… fuuuck…” Tre purred. Opening his lower mouth wide he swallowed both of Ky’s cocks, taking them right down to the base before slowly working up and down the shafts.

With Ky working his rear holes, Tre manoeuvred his hard rear cocks into his front leg’s pair of holes, using a free pair of arms to start jerking off his own front cocks.

“Fuck Ky,” he moaned, “I need you inside me…”

Releasing Ky’s cocks from his lower mouth, Tre turned his legs around and positioned his rear holes over them. Slowly he took in the two long shafts, still slick from Tre’s saliva. Building up speed Ky started to drill Tre’s holes, at the same time he jerking off Tre’s front cocks.

Tre, in complete ecstasy, started raising his head until it almost hit the ceiling, his four cocks working in unison as his four holes were filled.

As the two lovers worked as one being, working in tempo with each other, the tension built and built until…

Fffffuuuuuuuucccckkkk!!!!” they both shouted as all six cocks climaxed together. All four of Tre’s asses were filled with cum as Tre’s front cocks exploded all over Ky’s face and torso. Tre lowered his head to lick Ky clean, using all four tongues.

“Fuck Tre,” Ky said, gasping for breath, “that was unreal…”

“Oh my fucking God, Ky,” Tre said from one mouth as he gasped from the other, “I thought it was incredible with two cocks, but feeling four climax together is out of this world…”

They kissed, their tongues passing in to each other’s mouths, as both started to get hard again.

“Shall we go again?” Tre said, from his free mouth…


In the morning, Tre surprised Ky with breakfast in bed.

“Mmmm… good morning my love,” Ky said as he stirred. “That was amazing last night. How many times did we end up doing it?”

“I think it was 4 or 5,” Tre said, passing him the tray of food.

“God, it’s been a long time since we had a night like that,” Ky said, starting to eat.

“I know,” Tre said. “Must have been all the romance in the air from yesterday.”

“Well, sadly I have a rather un-romantic day ahead,” Ky sighed. “I’ve got to head in to work to get things all set up. It’s my first week teaching at the Uni so I don’t want to be unprepared.”

“Oh well,” Tre said, “I suppose I’ll start packing everything ready for the move…”


With Ky at work, Tre threw himself into his own work. It didn’t take too long to pack things into boxes when you had six arms working in perfect harmony. Looking over his handiwork, Tre smiled from both mouths.

“Well,” he said to the empty house, “just a few more things to pack and we should be ready to move.”

Looking at his watch, he realised the time. “Shit! Ky will be home from work soon and I haven’t even started dinner.”

Rushing his long body through to the kitchen, Tre started to look out ingredients for one of Ky’s favourite meals—Chicken Balmoral. Tre had introduced this Scottish favourite to Ky whilst they were in London, and he loved to cook it when Ky had had a hard day at work.

Carefully preparing all the ingredients, as well as some veg and potatoes to go along with it, Tre managed to just get the meal ready in time for Ky coming home at 6 p.m.

Except Ky didn’t come home at 6pm. Ach, he’s probably still working away, Tre thought to himself.

Wrapping the food in tinfoil and putting it in the oven on a low heat to keep it hot, Tre tidied up the kitchen while waiting for Ky to get home.


7 p.m. passed and Ky still wasn’t home. Tre checked his phone. There weren’t any messages saying he’d be home late, but maybe Ky was so engrossed in his work that he forgot to message.


8 p.m. passed and Tre was starting to get worried. He telephoned the University, but only got the security guard.

“Oh, hi Mr Nawoc,” the guard said. “No, there’s only me and Hamish left here now.”

“Oh,” Tre said, confused. “I take it Ky has just not long left to come home then?”

“Oh no. Mr Walker left about two hours ago. There hasn’t been anyone else in today.”

“Oh,” Tre said, worried. “Thanks Hector. Good night.”

“Good night, Mr Nawoc.”

The phone clicked off. Tre quickly put his four shoes on and ran straight out the door.


Walking the route that Ky normally took, Tre passed by the few people out and about. Whilst still passing greetings to people, he made sure that people realised he was in a hurry.

As he was just about to round the corner to the University, he almost bumped into Ryan who was on his way home from work.

“Hey Tre. What’s the hurry? Everything okay?” Ryan asked.

“No, not really, / Ky didn’t come home from work,” Tre replied from both mouths at the same time. “He should have been home at 6pm / The Uni security said they haven’t seen him since then.”

Ryan to a second to absorb what Tre was saying. He knew something was definitely up as Tre only spoke from both mouths, saying different things at the same time, when he was really worried or nervous.

“Okay, I’ll come with you to see that he’s all right. He’s probably just chatting to someone,” Ryan tried to calm Tre down.

The two rushed to the University, Tre bounding on four legs with Ryan moving at a speed that seemed odd for his vast size.


When they reached the Uni, there was no sign of Ky.

“What do we do now? / Where could he have gone?” Tre said.

“Wait,” Ryan said, sniffing with his nose. He then did something unexpected (to Tre anyway) and started flicking out his huge, long forked tongue—tasting the air.

“I think I’ve got him. He went this way,” Ryan said, pointing and heading in the direction his tongue was telling him. Tre followed closely as Ryan’s senses led them down the streets past the University and in to the town’s Industrial estate.

Ryan stopped as his tongue picked up something else—blood.

Slowly but surely, they made their way through the side-streets of the estate until they found him.

Beaten, bruised and covered in blood, lay the poor shape of Tre’s love…

A moment of blinding rage was quickly quelled with a strange clarity. Turning to Ryan, Tre looked his friend in the eyes.

“Can you track whoever did this to him?” he asked.

“Hmmm…” Ryan said, flicking his tongue out. “There were nine of them. They were on foot—I can’t smell any car or bike scents from them. I can follow them.”

“As soon as you find them, phone me,” Tre said. “Don’t do anything to them, just find them. I’ll get Ky to Doctor MacNeill’s.”

As Ryan slithered off on his hunt, Tre bent low and carefully picked up his beloved Ky. With tears streaming from his face, he ran faster than he had ever ran before, straight to Doctor MacNeill’s GP Surgery.


Finding the door of the surgery locked, Tre banged on the door in despair.

Hearing the lock turning, he stepped back to allow the door to be opened. There, stood in front of him, was Gavin.

“Hey Tre, what’s with all the…” Gavin said, then spotted Ky. “Bring him in here, follow me.”

Gavin went into autopilot mode as he led Tre into one of the patient rooms. Gently placing Ky down on one of the beds, Tre then stepped back as Gavin flew into action.

“Hmmm… ohhhh… that’s not good…” Gavin muttered under his breath as he checked over Ky.

“Keep an eye on him for a second, I need to get Douglas in,” Gavin said to Tre before shooting out of the room to phone Doctor MacNeill.

Tre just looked down at the broken body of his beloved one and wept. How could this have happened, who could have done this, why would anyone have done this to gentle, harmless Ky? The thoughts kept spinning in his head as he watched Gavin continue to check and monitor Ky.


Doctor Douglas MacNeill was used to most things but seeing the damage that had been caused to Ky was unusual, if not completely unheard of in Avonkirk. Sure, people had been in accidents, but this was a deliberate and brutal attack.

“You know, I haven’t seen someone looking as bad as this since my days in Korea,” he mused as he continued to check over Ky, agreeing with all of Gavin’s assessments.

“Okay, Tre,” Gavin said, as Dr MacNeill continued to work on Ky, “we’re going to have to keep him under observation until we can figure out how to treat him. He’s lost a lot of blood, and he’s also suffered a huge number of broken bones. To be honest, he’s lucky to be alive. If you hadn’t found him when you did, well…” He grimaced.

“So, you can stay here, or you can go home and I’ll call you the minute something happens, but I’m afraid you can’t stay in this room. It’s nothing personal, but you’re just too big and unfortunately you’ll get in the way.”

Tre nodded and wiped away his tears. “Okay, Gavin,” he said, mournfully. “Please let me know as soon as anything happens, and I’ll be here like a shot.”

Gavin nodded back and Tre left the surgery. On the street outside, he called Ryan.


Tre came up behind Ryan, who was watching the gang from a distance. The gang were pushing around another person—who, they couldn’t make out, but Tre could tell that Ryan was itching to intervene.

“It’s another multi,” Ryan said, sensing rather than seeing Tre come up behind him.

“Fuck, who are these guys?” Tre whispered.

“Don’t know, but I’m glad you’re here so we can go and sort them out.”


With a roar Tre crashed on to the scene, a primal rage overtaking his normally clear senses. The gang looked up at the behemoth of a man, towering over them like they were insignificant ants.

“So, you like to pick on multis do you?” Tre roared.

“Fuck you, freak,” the leader spat back. “We ain’t afraid of no mutant scum. Just cause this town seems happy with you monsters doesn’t mean everyone else is.”

“Yeah,” another gang member said. “They shoulda just put you in a bag and drowned you like puppies when you was a baby instead of letting you live like you was normal.”

Tre’s blood was boiling, but it was now that he spotted who they were beating up. It was a young kid from street he grew up in—Zach Neill. He was a nice kid who Tre had known since he was a toddler. They lived two doors down and were a lovely family. Seeing the young boy lying on the ground caused something to switch in Tre, as a rage overcame him like he had never felt.

With red mist in his eyes, Tre simply grabbed the gang leader and lifted him into his gaping lower mouth, swallowing him whole. The man struggled as he slid down his throat, but Tre didn’t care. He was already moving on to one of his accomplices as the leader slid further into his long body.

With their escape blocked by a large serpent man who had already grabbed two of their number, the rest of the gang looked on in horror as their leader and the closest guy to the tall multi guy disappeared into his wide mouths. As they tried to run past him, he picked another three up with his arms, and shot out his four tongues to pick up the remaining two members, swallowing all seven in turn.

Walking slowly up to the two being held by the snake man, Tre smiled at them. “Ready to join your friends?”

He didn’t give them a chance to respond, shooting his tongues out to draw them into his mouths. As the gang start heading to Tre’s stomachs, ready to be digested into nothing more that meat for his unique body, something clicked in his head. He saw Ky and heard his voice in his thoughts—’Tre, you’re not a monster, you’re a kind, sweet, gentle boy…’

With Ky’s voice ringing in his thoughts, the red mist fell from Tre’s mind.

“Shit, Tre. What are you going to do?” Ryan asked.

“Much as I’d love to just digest them now, I think I’ll go drop them off at the police station,” Tre said. “I’m sure Sgt McIntosh would love to meet these guys…”

The two quickly rushed over to Zach to see he was ok. He wasn’t, but thankfully wasn’t as bad as Ky. Ryan picked up Zach and took him to the GP surgery, while Tre headed to the Police Station.


“Do you have any other details you want to give us?” Vlad said, remaining completely professional. The young constable checked over his notes as he said it.

“No, that should be everything,” Tre replied. “Oh wait, I should have said that I actually caught them all. Where would you like them?”

Sgt McIntosh looked up over the rim of his glasses. “Hmmm… this, I’d like to see,” he said. “If you just want to drop them off in the corridor there, I’m sure that Constable Earendil will be delighted to process them.”

“My pleasure,” Tre said. Without further ado he opened his mouths and vomited 9 men onto the floor, not particularly caring if they had a soft landing or not.

“Okay,” said Sgt McIntosh. “I take that back. That was not something I’d like to see. Very well. Constable, if you could process these, please?”

“Yes Sergeant,” Vlad said, with enthusiasm.

“Now, you’d best be along to the GPs. We’ll contact you if we need further information,” the Sergeant said to Tre.

Tre thanked them both and headed back to check on Ky and Zach.


When he got to the surgery, he found Ryan taking up most of the waiting room.

“They threw me out,” Ryan said, with a gentle laugh. “Dr MacNeill said, if young Tre was big enough to get in the way that I’d be practically taking up the entire room…”

For the first time in hours, Tre laughed.

Hearing Tre’s voice, Gavin came out to the waiting room. His facial expression was sombre.

“Tre,” Gavin said. “We might want to go somewhere private for this…”

Leading Tre into his room, Gavin took a deep breath. “We don’t know what to do Tre,” Gavin said. “Everything is shutting down, but we can’t seem to figure out why. Whilst his injuries are definitely life threatening, there doesn’t seem to be any kind of explanation for this. Systems that haven’t been affected and are physically fine are weakening. It’s like his body is giving up.”

Tre fell to his knees. Hearing this news from Gavin had winded him completely. His companion, his love, his Ky was dying and there didn’t seem to be anything anyone could do.

“Is there nothing? Nothing at all?” Tre asked, through tears.

“Douglas thinks there was one thing that might have worked, but we don’t think we have the time to prepare it,” Gavin said, dejected.

“What? Please tell me?” Tre begged.

“Well. You know how Seb managed to transform you with his serum, even though you were already a multi? Douglas thinks that something similar might have helped Ky. Almost like a system reboot. The problem is that Seb isn’t in town. He’s away out to Glenavon celebrating getting his new job, and he wouldn’t get back in time…”

Tre just burst into tears, throwing himself on Gavin and sobbing uncontrollably.

Suddenly, a thought occurred to him. “Wait,” Tre said, sniffing. “I’ve got the same tendril things that Seb has. Would they work?”

“What?” Gavin said, starting to sound hopeful. “Are you sure? Do you know if they carry the transformation serum?”

“I think so. I used them to transform someone at the wedding last night. It took him a few hours or so, but I got a text this morning saying he had transformed.”

Without another word, Gavin lifts Tre off his knees and starts pushing him into the treatment room.

Ryan, still in the waiting room, watches as Gavin shovels Tre into the room where Ky and Zach are. Just as the door starts to close, he hears Gavin say—”Douglas, I think we might have a solution…”

 

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