The Old ExpressionI Could Eat A Horse Doesnt Carry The Same Weight With My Friend Ryan - For Him Something

The old expression ‘I could eat a horse’ doesn’t carry the same weight with my friend Ryan - for him something larger is needed...

Dylan decided to give me a wake up call - from the floor below...

A little transformation part 2

I looked over at my now not-so-little bro.  He towered over me, nearly twice my height.  His 10 arms all feeling a different part of his new body, while his four legs kept his balance.

“Fuck bro,” he says, eyes closed in ecstasy, “this feels fucking amazing!”

I can see that he is enjoying the feeling, his three crotches bulging.  I watch as they continue swelling in the shiny black fabric, each bulge dwarfing my own obvious hard-on.

“Shit bro,” I gasp, “how many cocks have you got down there?”

He stops his groping, releasing his pecs and looks down.

“Hmmm... I’m not sure.  Let me see...”

He grabs each crotch at the same time, using some of his lower arms, folding the rest across his chests.

“I think..., yeah..., I think I’ve got two on my right crotch and... one, no, two on my left.  Middle crotch feels like... one... two... three.  Yeah, three cocks in the middle”

“Fuck!” I gasp again.  “You’ve got seven cocks!”

“Yeah,” he smiles from both of his mouths, “and they’re big too.  Wanna feel?”

I look at the bulges, then up at his gorgeous face.  I swallow nervously as I approach them.

I put one hand out and feel the smooth material encasing the two pythons on his left crotch.  I can see even by the outline on the fabric that I wouldn’t be able to get my hand around them and the heads were already stretching towards his knees.

“Bro... something’s happening...”

I look up again, to see a look of pain on my brother’s face.  He’s grasping his body tight with all ten arms.  As I watch I notice his head getting further away from the ground as his body stretches upwards.  With his head getting close to the ceiling, I act quickly and pull him out into the garden.  With all his new parts, he’s a lot heavier than I expected.

As I stand there, looking on helplessly as my little brother continues to stretch upwards, I notice that he seems to be growing more and more arms.  He’s clearly doubled in size, but doesn’t seem to be slowing down.

20 arms, 30 arms, 40 arms, 50 arms...

I’m starting to lose count as he just keep going up and up and up...

Eventually, after what seemed like hours, but was only 20 minutes he lets out a powerful roar and comes to a stop.  His arms, so many that I’ve lost count, start to move on their own, feeling their opposite number, touching the pecs that belong to them, massaging the arms on the row above or below.

My little bro now dwarfs me completely - he’s already taller than the house, maybe even twice as tall.

He bends his spine down so that his head is in line with mine...

“Fuck bro, that felt amazing...”

“Holy shit,” I blurt out, “you’re like some human centipede thing but with arms instead of legs.”

“I know,” he smiles, “cool huh?”

I nod, speechless.

“Hey, I think I’ve got more cocks too...”

We both look at his legs, and notice that he’s gained an extra pair, each with their own pair of cocks in the new crotches that have been created.

“Ok bro,” he says to me, “lets take this body for a test drive!”

With that, he grabs me with a dozen arms.  Maybe I could get used to this...

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