“Hey dude!” Josh said as he handed me a beer, “Lemme show you something I learned on vacation.” He sat down on a couch directly across from me and propped his large, bare feet up on a rickety coffee table. He wiggled his toes as he took a swig of beer.
Josh's feet were awesome. They were large, about a size 13, with muscular toes, high arches and smooth, tanned skin. I never did figure out how he tanned his soles, which were the same color as his chest, tanned from days of walking around town without a shirt on. He also went barefoot often, cutoff jeans the only article of clothing on his body, as was the case today.
“Where'd you go anyway?” I asked. “You've been awfully secretive about this little trip of yours.”
Josh took a long swig of beer, then set the empty down on the table. “Hey man, chill out. It was an educational experience. And, yeah, it's a secret. I might tell you in a minute, after I show you this thing I learned. You interested or not?” He asked.
I had been staring at his feet. I looked back up at him and he grinned, “Interested, dude?”
I turned a little red and stammered… “Uh, yeah, sure. Knock yourself out.”
“Cool.” He said slowly.
Josh settled comfortably into the couch, relaxing his entire body, but he kept his bright eyes open, focused on those beautiful feet, concentrating. I was mesmerized. Even though I didn't know what was coming, my cock was already swelling in my shorts.
But something amazing was coming. As if in sympathy with my cock, Josh's feet were slowly swelling. They were growing longer, wider, and thicker, the long muscles developing, the sole and toes lengthening, both feet becoming more and more fantastic as I watched, panting, rock-hard, my own toes writhing in envy. They weren't just growing haphazardly; they were beautifully constructed, growing into a new, awesome, superior architecture the way a beautiful house might grow into a ravishing cathedral. They were also slowly inching toward me: though those feet filled my vision I was vaguely aware that his legs, arms, and torso were getting longer, too, I guess so his feet could get huge while not looking too strange attached to his body. I didn't care—those feet had my blood rushing.
After a few moments (I don't know how long it was, it felt like time had stood still for us), I realized the feet had stopped growing and that I was on the floor, my face inches from those beautifully stretched soles and long, dexterous toes, my breathing ragged. They looked like they must have been nearly twice as long and half again as wide as they were before, and because the legs had grown they overhung the old coffee table as if the table were overflowing with Josh. They were virile, they were masculine, they were awesome. I wanted them, but Josh said, “Wait.”
I looked up at him. He was huge now, overflowing the couch as well as the coffee table, but his limbs and torso merely looked stretched, as if he'd lengthened them without the painstaking attention to detail he'd lavished on his feet. He looked incredibly lanky, and I found that suddenly erotic. Remembering the old saw about lanky guys with big feet I checked his crotch almost automatically. Sure enough, several inches of Josh's long but not-too-thick cock stood proudly above the waistband of his cutoffs, pressed hard against his firm, flat stomach. The cutoffs confirmed my guess that he had simply stretched himself—they were still the same size, and they weren't any tighter on him; they just looked shorter.
I looked back at the feet again. They were my real fantasy—the rest was just gravy. I heard him say, “Do you like those?”
“Huh! Like them?” I breathed. Like seemed ridiculously inadequate.
“Then wait,” he said. Enticingly he slipped off the cutoffs, kicking them onto my shoulders, where I left them, enjoying his light musk. What was he going to do?
Now he tensed, seeming to gear up for something. I glanced up to see his face set in hard effort, his teeth gritted, as if he were lifting a massive weight. I looked back at the incredible feet, just in time. He cried out inarticulately and very suddenly jerked his legs high in the air like a gymnast.
While he held them high I realized with a pulse-freezing shock that his legs and feet were still flat on the coffee table. My heart stopped for just a second. My vision swam and when I could focus again he was bringing a new set of legs slowly down to rest on the coffee table next to the old set. Now I was staring at four huge, massive, beautiful feet, tanned, muscular, long toes wiggling at me. I glanced up at him—his pecs and forehead were glistening with sweat. He was grinning at me, tired but happy.
I couldn't wait any more. I picked the foot closest to me and closed the distance, licking the sole around the inside of the sweeping arch, up across the pads to the toes, which I started sucking—they were toes the size of fingers, bigger than some cocks I'd sucked, and much more erotic, hot and firm and muscular, wiggling in my mouth in response to my ministrations. As I sucked I felt three enormous, strong, supple feet stroking my shoulders, my hair, my chest. Seemingly far away I heard Josh moaning happily. Abruptly I switched feet, kissing, licking, and sucking all over its massive surface area, going down on his toes first one at a time and then as many as I could fit. By the time I got to the fourth foot I had worked myself into a frenzy, my heart was pounding, my cock was harder and closer than it had ever been without my even touching it, and as he used the first three feet to caress my bod I sensed that Josh was close too. I grabbed the third and fourth feet and did them all over, finally taking all of the abnormally long toes in my mouth, and as I did so I felt them tense up and suddenly he cried out again and we came together, his toes still in my mouth. My whole body seemed to come, and my vision went for just a minute. I closed my eyes as I came in my shorts again, enjoying the feel of those incredible toes against my tongue.
When I opened my eyes I was confused for a minute. It felt like my left arm was pressed hard against someone else's well-muscled arm, but it wasn't Josh, because he was staring down at me, eyes like saucers, a huge amazed grin on his face.
My eyes followed the line down his body. The first thing I noticed was the pint of cum streaming down Josh's long torso. Below that was the first surprise—Josh now had eight long, long legs, evidently the result of his doing his trick (unconsciously?) when he came.
At the bottom of those legs were eight feet. I was still sucking the toes on two of those feet. Pressed up against me was someone else sucking the toes of two more, and even though it was obvious who it was it took me a long minute to realize it was another me. I was looking into my own brown eyes, eyes I'd stared into in the mirror all my life.
Slowly I pulled my mouth off those toes and my twin did the same. We checked each other out—he had my tight, long-limbed bod all right, identical in every detail. Then we looked into each other's eyes again. Almost on impulse I did something I'd always, always wanted to do—I kissed my reflection. And he kissed back.
We finally pulled apart, secure in the knowledge we'd pick up again before too long, and looked up at Josh. He was getting aroused again, his fire-hose stiffening in his hands. “I thought I was going to blow you away,” he said. “But now we're even.” He started stroking his monster cock as my dupe and I stood up and put our arms around our shoulders.
“You'll have to tell us how you did that,” I said, nodding to his eight massive feet.
“I'll do better than that,” he whispered, still stroking. “I'll show you how to do it yourself.”