Stranger, lover, husband

By Sean Innicioni 
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I was at work when I saw him. I didn’t mean to stare, but how could I not? He was standing in line, waiting for the next available register to check him out and let him go on his merry way. We were busy, and the line was very long. He stood holding a pile of shirts and a few pairs of pants, acting as if it was perfectly normal for him to be how he was.

No one else seemed to notice, and if they did then they didn’t show it. I hardly believed it myself, but I could see it, and once the customer I was helping left and he came up to my register, it was even more obvious. He had four legs! four long, slender legs, their muscles hidden by a pair of four-legged blue jeans. I still couldn’t believe my eyes, but I smiled and treated him as I did every other customer while I folded the clothes he was purchasing and placed them in a bag.

However, once I reached the jeans I looked at him and asked, “How are you going to wear these? They only have two legs and you’ve got four.” Stupid! I wanted to put my hands over my mouth, and I could feel my face growing red.

The stranger turned to look at me, giving me a perfect view of his face for the first time. He had short brown hair, a square jaw, and chiseled features. His eyes were a deep green and looked at me first with surprise, and then some expression I couldn’t recognize. “Excuse me?” he whispered, leaning in so that our faces were only a few inches apart.

Oh no, what was he doing? This would look bad if my manager or coworker saw this, but no one seemed to be paying me any attention. They were all too busy with the long line of customers, demanding that they be helped. “Sorry,” I stammered, feeling my double chin wobble as the words left me. “I didn’t mean to—”

“You mean you can see them?” the man asked me in a stunned voice.

I looked at him as if he were crazy. “Of course I can. What—”

“What time do you get off work?” he asked suddenly, eyeing me up and down as if trying to decide if I was hot or not. I knew he couldn’t be doing that though, because I looked larger than a sumo wrestler.

“What’s it to you?”

“I’ll explain then,” the man replied before holding out a hand. “I’m Max, by the way.”

I shook his hand and eyed him suspiciously. His look was now one of desire, as if my bloated 350-pound body somehow turned him on. “I’m Alex, and I get off at five.”

“Nice to meet you, Alex,” Max replied. With that, he finished paying for his clothes and left without another word.


I punched out and headed for my car. The day had been interesting, all the more so because of that Max guy. He had looked to be around my age, early twenties, possibly earlier. I wondered at why he had asked me when I got out of work though. As I walked into the parking lot, I looked around but didn’t see him. Guess it wasn’t that important. Without thinking of him again, I climbed into my car and drove off.

Turning at the second light, I noticed a dark blue Ford Contour following me. I tried to dismiss it. He might have been going the same way I was, so I turned and drove toward my street. First I had to turn onto a side street though, and the mysterious car followed me there. I was worried now, and didn’t want to return to my house. I zoomed past the old Victorian mansion that my family lived in and began to head for the other end of town. The car followed me wherever I went. After about an hour, I didn’t see it anymore, so I drove home.

The driveway was empty, as I knew it would be. My parents had gone on a cruise to the Bahamas, and I had the large house all to myself for the week. As I climbed out of my car and made my way to the door, the blue contour rolled up behind mine and parked in my driveway. I stared in horror until the door opened and Max gracefully stepped out of the car, a pair of two-legged jeans in his hand.

“Sorry,” he called, waving at me as he kicked his door shut with his back left leg and walked toward me. “Is it ok if I talk to you now?”

I should have bolted inside and locked the door. I should have called the cops and had him taken away. He was a complete stranger and he’d followed me home, but for some reason I found I couldn’t. I nodded and invited him in, having him follow me up two flights of stairs to the third floor landing. I led him into the guest bedroom and he sat on the edge of the bed.

“What’s going on?” I demanded. “Why did you follow me home?”

“You saw my legs,” he replied as if that explained everything. “No one can see my legs. And when they can, they just dismiss them.” He looked at me and his eyes became wide as CDs. “I think you’re one of us.”

“What?” I laughed, trying not to insult the man. “What do you mean, one of you?”

Max gave me a hug and whispered in my ear, “You’re four legged, you just don’t know it yet. It’s a recessive gene, one that has to be woken up if it isn’t born active. I think you’re one of us, because only people who have the gene but haven’t had it awakened can see us and notice that something isn’t right.”

My cock began to swell at the thought of me having four legs. Fortunately, I was fat enough that he wouldn’t be able to tell. However, as he hugged me I could feel his cock growing hard, trying to poke through his pants to touch me. “You’re crazy,” I said, trying to pull away. For some reason though, I believed him, and I didn’t want him to let go of me.

“I’ll prove it.” He kissed me on the cheek and then pulled back. I watched as he quickly pulled off his four shoes and socks then went to work on his jeans. When he pulled them off, two large cocks were poking out of his four-legged boxers, both at least an inch in diameter and nine inches long. The tips were dripping with precum, and he looked at me lustfully. “Take off your clothes,” he instructed.

“And why on earth would I do that?” I wasn’t gay, and I wasn’t about to let him fuck me. I stood up and began to back away, feeling trapped within my own house. Was this dude going to rape me?

“My cum will unlock the genes. You’ll see,” he replied. His voice was soft, as if he were trying to seduce me. “Trust me, Alex. It’s weird at first, but you’ll like it. Plus, imagine how awesome it’ll be once you have four legs.”

I instantly believed him and stripped down to nothing. I was self-conscious of my stretch marks, but Max smiled and patted the bed next to him. His cocks seemed to get longer at the sight of me, and despite my will my cock was getting hard as I stared at his beautiful four legs, the back legs’ quads rubbing against his front legs’ hamstrings.

Without any more words, I knelt on the bed next to him. He smiled and moved over to get at a better angle. I closed my eyes as I felt his cock shove itself into my ass. There was a brief moment of pain, but that was quickly replaced by ecstasy. I moaned as his cock began to slide in and out of my hole, my ass clenching around it as he did so, trying to keep it in. I was aching for him to come inside me, and within minutes my wish was granted

I screamed with pleasure as he exploded inside of me, but then he quickly pulled out and stood up. I was panting, trying to catch my breath. I couldn’t believe what I had just done, and I turned to look at him. He had four arms now! Another shoulder grew out of his side just under his armpits, reminding me of the six arm saga from the Spiderman comics.

“Sorry,” he said as he began to jack his hind cock with his lower arms. “Stand up if you want, or lie down. The genes should be unlocking now, and you’ll notice the change within minutes.”

Deciding to stand for this, I walked over to him and kissed him full on the lips. His upper arms wrapped around me as he jacked himself and he slid his tongue into my mouth. He tasted so good, and I didn’t want to let go of him, but a sudden pain in my legs forced me to break away.

I fell to my knees, and he stopped jacking himself. He looked down at me in concern, then smiled at me. I began to sweat profusely, as if my body was a sponge getting wringed out. The sweat poured down my sides and my legs, and as it did I noticed that I started to feel lighter. I looked down at myself and gasped as pound and pound of fat literally melted away. I couldn’t believe my eyes. As the fat melted away, my muscles all tightened painfully and then relaxed, growing bigger every time they did so. After two minutes I went from Gabriel Iglesias to Taylor Lautner, and the changes weren’t stopping there. I felt my dark brown hair grow longer as it slid down to my shoulders, and my vision blurred as my eyes reshaped themselves, forcing me to discard my glasses.

Now only my legs burned, but I couldn’t bring myself to stand. I tried to scream in pain but no sound escaped my mouth. With a sickening crunch I heard bone snap through my skin and then a sick slobbering sound as I felt skin, muscle, veins, and everything else wrap around the new bones. My arousal doubled as I felt another cock slap against my front balls. The pain stopped as suddenly as it had started, and I knelt there gasping for breath.

Max knelt down in front of me and held my now square jaw in his large, beautiful hands. I looked up into his eyes and he smiled at me. Suddenly I was aware that I felt carpet beneath four knees, and I quickly jumped to my feet. The sensation of feeling the floor through four feet was incredible, almost as incredible as feeling my front legs rubbing against my back legs as my back hardon slapped the underside of my front ass, tickling my front hole.

“I knew you were one of us,” Max whispered, hugging me with his four arms, forgetting his still hard hind cock as his front cock immediately stood at attention again. “How does it feel?”

The only answer I could think of was grabbing his face and locking our lips. My cocks were screaming for attention, and I kissed Max as passionately as I could, our tongues playing with each other. I looked down and noticed that my cocks were considerably longer than they had been when I was fat and two legged. “How do I get the arms?” I asked eagerly.

“Those genes you have to unlock too.” He smiled seductively and pulled me to him. I kicked with my legs, pretending to struggle, then pulled away and lay on the bed. It felt amazing feeling the silk sheets under four legs, my toes curling as I felt the sheets with four feet. The ecstasy was indescribable.

I pulled Max onto the bed with me and we slowly moved our cocks and legs so that we were face to face, our legs becoming intertwined. I maneuvered my rear cock into his hind ass as he did the same to me, and then I grabbed his front cock with my hands and began to gently stroke it.

“No, I want all of you,” he told me, pulling my cock and jamming it into his front ass while pushing himself into me. “I want you to be mine, Alex.

“You don’t need to ask twice, Max.”

For an hour we made love, a feeling like nothing I’d ever experienced before. Words cannot describe it, and even if they could they would be inadequate to describe the sheer pleasure of fucking someone with two cocks as they did the same to you. Even after we both came, we were still hard and continued for another hour. By the time we finished, it was 9:00pm.

We pulled ourselves apart and hugged each other, idly playing with our flaccid cocks. I hadn’t noticed the arms bursting from my sides, but I didn’t need to. I was rubbing his back and chest as he rubbed my cocks, trying to stir them back to life.

“I love you, Max.”

“Marry me, Alex.”

“In a heartbeat.”

We made plans that night. He would invite all of his four legged friends and his family, and I’d invite my friends and family. If anyone needed their genes unlocked, his friends would do it for them. We committed ourselves to each other, and didn’t care what the world thought. My parents would certainly be surprised. When they left, I had been a straight, fat, two-legged man. Now I was the exact opposite.

“Wait, what am I going to do about clothes?” I suddenly asked, pulling myself out of his hug and looking at his beautiful face.

“Didn’t I show you? Go grab your shirt and pants. Try them on.”

I looked at him quizzically, but he pulled my lips to his with one arm and smiled. “Go on, do it.”

I did as he instructed, and to my amazement my arms slipped into four sleeves as my legs each found a hole for them. My jeans and shirt had shrunk, but they were definitely mine. I turned to Max, and could feel myself growing hard again. “How is this—?”

“Well, there’s a little bit of magic involved too,” he confessed, standing from the computer. I admired his naked body in all its glory. His four arms spread wide, awaiting a hug as his four legs stood firmly on the ground, his two hardons sticking up as his rear cock pushed his front balls aside. “How else do you think no one notices us?”

“What about my family?” I suddenly asked. “They live with me; I think they’ll notice this kind of change.”

“They might find it odd at first, but they’ll get used to it soon enough. Trust me, Alex honey.”

“I do, Max baby.” We wanted each other. I almost ran over, but I restrained myself.

“Oh, did I mention that these bodies don’t gain weight, except for more muscle if you work out, and they age ten times as slow as a regular human’s?”

That cinched it. I ran to my new lover, the man I would spend the rest of my life with, and wrapped my four arms and legs around him as we kissed. We would live together forever, and we would never grow apart. With eager smiles, he undressed me and I told him to sit me on the desk. We made love again, although I wasn’t able to get inside him as he was standing and I was sitting, but we had hands and mouths for a reason.

That night was the second best night of my life. The best was my wedding, but for the time being I was satisfied just having a boyfriend. We made love every night for hours on end, and my new body never grew tired. Max had completely changed my life, and I’d love him forever because of it.


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