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Kris took a few deep breaths before knocking on the door. He waited for a few moments, before hearing a faint voice call out from within, telling him it was unlocked. The cheetah fumbled for the handle before turning it, pushing the front door open with a quiet creak. He hurried inside, bumping the door closed again with his hip. Winter had struck suddenly and harshly, a blizzard threatening on the icy wind. The cat was glad to be inside, where he stood shivering on the front mat for a few moments, hugging himself and rubbing his frozen arms.

“Kris? Is that you? Come on in to the kitchen! And don’t worry, Michael isn’t home today,” Sami said, his voice drifting down the corridor.

“You have the fire on I hope?” Kris called back, reluctant to take his coat off just yet. Cheetahs just weren’t designed for this sort of freezing weather, and he longed for a lovely hot cup of tea in his hands, sat in front of a roaring fire.

Sure enough, the fireplace in the lounge was lit, smoke drifting up the chimney with a stack of unused wood to the side. The cheetah’s eyes drifted around the room and the attached open-plan kitchen where he had thought he had heard Sami’s voice, but the otter didn’t seem to be present. He was about to shrug his coat off and sit down on the couch closest to the fire before he heard the otter’s voice again.

“Hey, uh… little help perhaps?” the otter said.

Kris’ ears twitched as he looked to the kitchen. The otter’s voice certainly did come from there. Then he found him. Or, more correctly, found part of him.

“Sami. Where’s the rest of your body? And your other head?” Kris asked the otter’s head, perched upon the kitchen counter as though it was the most natural place for a disembodied head to be.

“Oh, just trying some of that modularity stuff I gave Jordan,” the otter said. The movement of his brows suggested an attempted shrug.

“And what went wrong?” Kris asked, standing next to the counter and giving the otter a stroke down his cheek.

Sami leaned his head to the side slightly, almost in danger of toppling right over. He closed his eyes and smiled before finally answering. “Wrong? Well. Not necessarily wrong. Just didn’t work how I expected it. I can’t actually re-attach my heads at all.”

Kris blinked and tilted his head. “At all? So where’s your body now?” he asked, before a loud thump and a catch of pain from the otter’s head gave him the answer. Partly falling down the stairs. Giving the otter a pat on his disembodied head, Kris walked towards the stairwell, removing his coat and hanging it up on the back of a chair as he moved.

As he had expected, Kris found Sami’s body in the darkness of the stairs. He reached out to take the otter’s hands and guide him safely down the stairs. He tilted his head as he peered at the shadow, noting something was amiss about the otter’s body, beyond the lack of heads. He shrugged and turned around to face forward. No point him falling down the stairs as well. He led Sami back to the kitchen, the otter’s body holding onto his tail for guidance before he was finally able to reach out for his head again. That was when Kris turned around, and he froze in shock at what he saw.

“Uh, Sami. What the hell are those?” he asked, pointing to the two large breasts that adorned the otter’s naked chest.

Sami’s head turned crimson beneath his fur. “Oh, those. I was just trying them out for a bit, you know, just to feel what they’re like,” he said as his hand rubbed against the underside of one of them. “The boss always has five of them, so there must be something good about them I was missing.”

“Yeah, but… but… well, you’re a guy!” Kris stammered, trying to tear his eyes away from the large twin bulges in the otter’s shirt.

Sami glanced down. “Says the cheetah without a cock. Come on Kris, I saw what you have down there. With this sort of magi-tech, you can be who or what you want. I know you must have wanted that.”

Kris squeaked and fell silent, shaking his head. His whole body trembled as he staggered to take a seat before he collapsed. “I… I never did… I didn’t choose for this. I never wanted it,” he whispered, his head bowed.

“You didn’t want it?” Sami asked, picking his head up and tucking it beneath his arm. He frowned. “But that’s Xol’s whole thing. You have to want it or else it won’t work. You have to willingly accept the change. Where… where did you get it from then?”

“You remember Ivan, right?” Kris asked, shuffling his foot back and forth as he leaned on the counter for support.

“That jerk of a fox you dated, what, about six months ago?” Sami replied with a growl. His fingers tensed around the bottom of his chin. All the cheetah’s friends knew of the scheming fox and how poorly he had treated Kris during their relationship, but Sami hadn’t realised the depth of the fox’s power over the cheetah. “You mean he did this to you? Why?”

Kris shrugged. “Because he’s a manipulative asshole who didn’t like the fact I had the gall to break up with him. He couldn’t control me anymore so he decided to give me a lasting reminder of him.”

Sami put his head back down on the counter and pulled the cheetah into a hug, burying Kris’ muzzle into his empty shoulders. The otter’s breasts pressed against Kris’s chest, both of them shivering slightly at the unusual features. They were unusually firm against the feline’s chest, forcing the otter to lean back a little.

“Come on, let’s sit in front of the fire,” Sami’s head said, his body starting to lead Kris over towards the sofa. Leaving his head behind, Sami confidently walked over, pacing out the distance to the lounge, even turning to avoid smashing his legs into the back of the sofa. Sami lay back on the sofa and spread his arms out invitingly for the cheetah to relax on his chest.

Kris cautiously sat between Sami’s legs, glancing over to the otter’s head in the kitchen, then down at the two breasts on his chest. Slowly the cheetah lay down, his head coming to rest on those breasts. Then Sami’s arms wrapped around Kris, holding him tight in a warm embrace.

“I’m sorry that had to happen to you then Kris. Truly, it wasn’t anything you could have gotten from us. Ivan must have gone to a backalley dealer or something to have given you something you didn’t truly want,” the otter said, his voice distant as it drifted from the kitchen.

“Is there anything you can do to fix it?” Kris asked with a quiet whimper. He squirmed in Kris’ arms to get comfortable, blushing a little as he heard the otter’s surprised gasp as his head rubbed over the two large breasts.

“Mmff, g-goodness. I think I’m beginning to see why Xol likes these,” the otter groaned, clenching his arms tight around the cheetah. “But uh, without knowing exactly what it was that changed you, I can’t guarantee being able to do anything. Although…”

Kris glanced up to where Sami’s heads when normally be. “Although?” Unable to see the otter’s face, the cheetah couldn’t tell what was going through his friend’s mind, but anything to help return his cock would be greatly appreciated, no matter what it was he had to go through.

“You remember what I gave you at the party?”

Kris rolled his eyes and grinned as he sat up slightly, resting his hand gently on Sami’s chest. “Come on now, I wasn’t that drunk. Of course I remember.” Out of habit he kept on glancing to the empty space between Sami’s shoulders, forgetting that neither of his heads were there.

“Well I might be able to do something similar for you again. Even make it permanent if you like,” Sami said. His hands started to wander, stroking Kris’ chest through the cheetah’s shirt.

Kris’ ears flicked before pinning back against his head. “Permanent? I don’t know. I mean, last time didn’t really work out…” His protests descended into a purr as Sami’s hands found his shoulders, slowly massaging them.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m not going to give you anything you don’t want. I’d probably be fired if I did,” Sami said, his hands digging into the cheetah’s tensed muscles in his shoulders and upper back. “I can make it temporary at first, and then make it permanent afterwards if you like it.”

It was a struggle for Kris to speak around the purrs that punctuated every breath, and Sami wasn’t giving him much opportunity for relief. “I… uh, what if I change my mind later though?” he managed to gasp out eventually.

Still Sami’s hands continued to wander and massage. Over on the counter his head was grinning widely. "It can still be changed though by using a different solution. It’s not totally permanent like your last one seems to be,” he explained. He couldn’t hear Kris’ purrs, but he was able to feel the rumbling vibrations through his fingers. “But rest assured, if you want me to I can research something to properly fix this if that’s what you want.”

Kris nodded, forgetting for a moment that Sami couldn’t see him. “You’d really do that for me?”

Sami paused his stroking for a moment, tapping his fingers against Kris’ back. “Of course I would. My job is to make people happy with their body. If you don’t like yours, then of course I’ll do all I can to make sure you get something you can love,” he said, before wrapping his arms around the cheetah again.

“It would be nice having a cock again,” Kris said quietly. He wasn’t even sure Sami would be able to hear him, but the otter squeezed him tight again anyway.

“And yet you never came by the store? Anything is possible now.”

Kris shrugged and rolled over in the otter’s grip, lying chest-to-chest with his chin resting on Sami’s breasts. “I guess I’m just a little scared. What if it makes it worse?”

Once again Sami started to rub his hands down Kris’ back, making the cheetah melt into a puddle of purrs. “I promise you. It won’t. You’ll get what you ask for and nothing more than that.”

Kris could only nod, unable to vocalise anything as Sami worked his back. The otter must have been able to feel his head moving against his breasts to determine his reaction, as he patted the cheetah’s back a couple of times before slowly easing Kris back up to a sitting position.

“If you could grab me on your way up, I can see what I’ve got in my stash upstairs, otherwise we may need to head into the store,” Sami said as his body carefully stood up. Despite not being able to see what he was doing, the otter was certainly incredibly co-ordinated. Kris couldn’t help but wonder just how much practice he’d been having at it.

Sami smiled as Kris approached and picked up his head. Careful not to risk dropping him, Kris hurried after the otter’s body as he started to climb the stairs, hands outstretched to feel for the walls. Though when Kris approached, the otter was able to start walking with more freedom, able to see his body once more.

“So where is your other head?” Kris asked as he followed the otter.

“Oh. Well the big advantage of being able to focus on two things at once is that I’m able to watch the football at the same time. I’m in my room at the moment as well. In fact I think I can just hear us now,” Sami explained, rapping the wall with his knuckles. “Yep, definitely can now. Come on, it’s a good game. You can watch it with me while I get everything ready for you.”

Kris glanced down at Sami’s chattering head and blinked. “I don’t think I’ll ever really understand how you’re able to do that,” he muttered.

Sami’s body paused as he reached for the door handle to his room. The sound of the football commentary could be clearly heard now, as well as Sami’s occasional gasps and cheers as he reacted to the action. “It’s like hands. Your left and right can both do different things if you practice hard enough. Same thing with my heads,” the otter tried to explain. Then he shrugged and just opened the door and beckoned the cheetah in.

It had been a while since Kris had seen Sami’s room. Not much had changed really, with the only major addition being the large flat screen television hung from the wall opposite his bed. Rested against the pillows was the otter’s second head. He grinned at the cheetah before flicking his eyes back to the football match he was watching.

“Give me back to my body and take a seat on the bed,” Sami said, his arms reaching out to receive his head back from Kris.

After passing the otter over to himself, Kris turned and perched himself on the edge of the mattress, not wanting to get in the way of Sami’s view. The otter’s body padded off into the attached en suite, leaving Kris alone with the second head.

“Oh come on Kris, get comfortable will you?” the otter said in exasperation.

“I didn’t want to get in your way,” the cheetah said, a pink blush tinging his face beneath his fur.

“Just lie down on the bed so you can see the screen, then put me between your legs or something,” Sami said with a chuckle. Kris squirmed a little, but did as he was told. He fluffed up the pillows to lie back against them, getting comfortable with the otter’s head resting between his thighs so he could still see. Sami’s nose twitched. “You do smell good down here, you know that?”

Kris squeaked and blushed even deeper. He bit his lip, unable to answer that. Instead his hands just rubbed over Sami’s head, stroking the otter’s soft fur. He couldn’t help that he was being turned on by the otter’s body, and the thought that he may have his own cock again before too long. It was exciting him, causing his mind to drift as he thought about how good it would feel.

The two sat in silence for a while. Kris was lost in thought and Sami was busy watching the game, but after about five minutes the otter suddenly spoke again. “Feline, canine, or something else?”

“Huh?” Kris asked, blinking and sitting up slightly.

“Your cock. Do you want it to match your body or not? Have quite a few varieties in here. Knotted. Barbed. Ridged, maybe as well. Even tentacle, if you wanted to get adventurous. Though… huh, that one’s not meant to be there. That’s for a tailcock, so should be kept separately,” the otter rambled, evidently sorting through things in the other room.

Kris blinked and shook his head, trying to keep up with the otter. “Uh, just feline I think. I can always change it later if I wanted to, right?”

Sami grinned widely. “Of course, yes. You can change what species it is, how many you have, size, all that sort of thing,” he said, nose twitching again. “So, feline then. I won’t add anything else, so it will match up with whatever size you had before. I… I don’t think I ever saw you fully hard before, so this will be interesting to see.”

“No, there was one time at Jordan’s. About a year ago. I’d managed to sneak away from Ivan for the night by saying I was going to my parents’ house,” the cheetah said with a shudder, recalling the depths he had to go to in order to have a night away from the fox. “Plus there was that last party. That was my old size.”

“Ooh yes, I recall that very fondly,” Sami said with a wide smile, licking his lips. The otter had spent a lot of the night with Kris’ disembodied cock in one of his mouths, teasing and tormenting the cheetah when Jordan had been too distracted to do so. “Wouldn’t mind having a taste of that again.”

“Yeah, but this time I could hide your heads away and play with your cock as well,” Kris said with a grin, picking up Sami’s head and turning it around so they were looking at each other. The otter’s protests at being pulled away from the football match were short-lived as the cheetah brought him in to a firm kiss.

From the dull thump in the other room and slight wince from Sami’s head, the otter hadn’t expected that and had stumbled over something. Holding the head away from his chest again, Kris grinned down at the otter. “Oh I could have so much fun with you like this.”

“I’ll make you a deal then,” Sami said, softly biting his lip. Kris twitched his ears and nodded for the otter to continue. “You get to play with my heads. Or my body, whichever you prefer. But I get to give you some more transformations. All temporary of course.”

Kris flicked his tail and slowly lowered Sami’s head to the bed. He hugged his legs up to his chest as he leaned back into the bed’s backboard.

“You can trust me Kris. This isn’t like with Ivan. This is all temporary, and I have a reversal cream as well if there’s something you don’t like,” Sami said, correctly guessing the reasons for Kris’ discomfort.

Kris sucked in his breath before nodding. “Alright then. But you can’t do anything to me that would stop me playing with you,” the cheetah said, starting to smile again as he rubbed Sami’s head.

“Drat. You saw through my plan,” Sami retorted, giggling and sticking his tongue out at Kris. “Oh well. Sit yourself up and let’s have some fun shall we?”

Kris obeyed the otter just as the door to the en suite slid open. The cheetah didn’t know what sort of set-up was happening in there. He twitched his ears. He was sure that if the otter was using it for supplies, then it was never going to be properly large enough. Sami quickly blocked his view by closing the door, stepping out with his other head carefully held in his hand. In his other, he carried a small plastic box that rattled as he walked.

Sitting by Kris’ side, Sami placed his heads together on the mattress between them as he opened the little box. Inside was a large selection of tablets in many different colours. Carefully and precisely, he picked three of them out and closed the box again. He held the tablets out to Kris.

The cheetah inspected them all as he took them. Though they were all the same size, they were differently coloured. One was plain green. A second was red with white dots. And the third was white with two black chevrons pointing inwards.

“Alright, so take them in the right order. Green. Then red. Then white. Do you need a glass of water with them?” Sami said, rubbing his hand over Kris’ thigh.

Kris shook his head and picked up the green tablet. “What do they all do? Thought it would just be one, like last time.”

“The first is for your dick. The second is this really cool thing we’ve just developed; really handy for modulars. It alters your internals to be completely efficient, eliminating almost all waste products. It means you won’t ever need to go to the bathroom,” Sami explained, pointing to the two tablets as he described them. “And the last one makes all changes in the previous hour permanent.”

Kris flicked his ears as he glanced across to the otter, then down to his heads. “Never have to go to the bathroom?”

Sami grinned twice. “Yup. Don’t have to worry about bursting to take a piss when you’re not sure where your cock is. With that you won’t need to eat quite so much either, so it saves on your grocery bill too.”

“Sounds like magic,” Kris mumbled as he placed the green pill in his mouth and swallowed.

The otter laughed. “It is magic, Kris. Technomagic, at least. I told you before. Anything is possible. The only thing holding us back is our imaginations,” he said. His fingers massaged into the feline’s thigh as he talked.

Whatever reply Kris had on the tip of his tongue was washed away as a wave of warmth rushed through his body. It started at his head and cascaded down before settling in his crotch. He resisted the urge to reach down and start rubbing, wanting to wait until it was all complete when he could enjoy it more. He couldn’t help but watch though as his trousers bulged out a little. He could feel his new shaft growing, rubbing against the denim, making him whimper in pleasure. Though it grew in attached, he felt the shift in weight as it broke apart from his body, feeling it settling between his thigh and jeans.

“Alright, second one now,” Sami said, his fingers starting to wander higher up Kris’ leg, brushing just beneath the bulge caused by his new cock.

Kris whined, closing his eyes as he quickly swallowed the second pill. This time the sensation was like ice coursing through his veins. It was uncomfortable, but it only lasted for a few moments. Though there was no outward signs of change, he thought he could feel a little different, though that may have been his imagination.

“Now be sure that you really want this before taking the last one. It can be changed if you really want to, but it’s not as easy as a simple reversal,” Sami warned, but no sooner had he finished speaking had Kris taken the third and final pill.

“Not on your life am I going without a dick again,” Kris said, ruffling one of Sami’s heads. With his free hand he started to undo his belt, wanting to free his cock from its confines.

Slowly, Sami’s hands continued to wander, making the cheetah shudder as the gentle touch pressed down over his cock. The otter’s second hand moved to Kris’ other leg, the headless body getting off the bed to kneel down in front of the feline.

“Now. Just to make sure that you’re fine with anything,” the otter said as his hands rubbed at Kris’ thighs. Again the cheetah nodded, the purr in his throat preventing him from responding vocally. “Alright. Then let’s try this one, shall we? I know how much you like paws.”

Sami fumbled around for the box with one hand. He grabbed one small blue tablet and held it up so one of his heads could see it properly. Then he handed it to Kris. The cheetah didn’t even ask what it did, instead just swallowing it and putting his trust in the otter.

The otter’s body leaned back and grabbed hold of one of his heads. His eager gaze was focussed on Kris’ hands, but the cheetah felt most of the warmth in his legs and feet. Once more he fumbled with his belt. He finally managed to tug it off and throw it to the side, making sure not to hit Sami’s other head with it. But before he was able to slide his trousers down he fell back onto the bed as a pulse of heat seared through his legs with a mild twinge of discomfort. His legs shrunk, feet disappearing into his jeans as they changed.

“Wait, that’s not right. It was meant to be your hands,” Sami muttered, opening the little box again and frowning as he searched through the pills. “Must have mixed a couple up. Uh. Sorry about that.”

“What have you done? They feel weird,” Kris said, flexing his feet and legs, finding he had a very different range of movement with them. They felt a lot more flexible to begin with.

Sami shrugged his empty shoulders. “No idea. Let’s have a look, shall we?” he said. He put his head back down again before reaching out to undo Kris’ jeans. Slowly he pulled them down, taking hold of the loose cock before Kris could grab it. “Not just yet.”

Kris moaned and closed his eyes as he felt lips wrapping around his cock. He bucked his hips forward to no avail, just pushing forward into empty air as his shaft was held steady. Gradually it was eased into the otter’s slick maw, far too slowly for any real pleasure to be drawn out from it. By the time he opened his eyes he saw that one of Sami’s heads had been moved away to rest on top of the chest of drawers, the cheetah’s cock held securely in his mouth. The other head grinned at him from beside him on the bed.

“Dammit,” Kris muttered, sliding off the bed with the intention of crossing the room and reclaiming his cock, but the moment he touched the ground he stumbled and fell. His feet just didn’t work right and he ended up in an ungraceful heap on the floor, his jeans wrapped up around his ankles. “What the fuck?”

Sami chuckled, his one mouth tightening around the feline’s cock and making him gasp in pleasure again. The otter’s body knelt down next to Kris and pulled his jeans free to leave the feline in just his tight panties below the waist. And also to show off why he hadn’t been able to stand up. Instead of hips he had what appeared to be another set of shoulders with arms and hands where his legs and feet should have been.

“Well that kind of had the opposite effect to what I wanted,” the otter muttered as he ran his hands down Kris’ new arms. The cheetah shivered, tensing and curling his fingers as they swayed in the air.

Rolling over onto his back, Kris stared down in shock at his altered limbs. He rolled his ankles… wrists? His fingers stretched out then curled up, far more flexible than his toes had ever been.

“Alright, I’m going to try standing again,” Kris said, planting his lower hands down on the ground and reaching out to Sami for support. The otter’s fingers wrapped tightly around his wrists and pulled him up. His elbows trembled as they supported his weight, tottering back and forth as he tried to find his balance on his splayed fingers. Tentatively Sami started to release him, and this time the cheetah was able to remain standing.

“How does it feel?” the otter asked, taking a step back and rubbing his chest nervously as his two heads watched on.

“Like I’m constantly doing a handstand,” Kris replied, frowning as he tried to concentrate on staying upright. He didn’t even notice his panties starting to slip down, his new shoulders not wide enough to properly hold them up. “I don’t think I’ll be able to walk too quickly like this. And your mouth is incredibly distracting.”

“Not at all sorry. You taste too nice,” Sami replied as he picked up his head from the bed, holding it just beneath his large breasts. With his other head he started to gently suck on Kris’ cock and run his tongue over the length, making the feline gasp and tremble on his unsteady arms.

Kris stumbled forward, toppling over as he tripped with his underwear caught around his elbows. He collided with Sami, dragging them both to the floor and landing with his face buried between the otter’s breasts. He could feel the disembodied head trapped between their bodies, squirming in a futile attempt to escape as the otter’s hands tugged on Kris’ back.

Rolling away from the otter, Kris grabbed the head and kept it tucked against his chest. He grinned and Sami and used his lower set of arms to hold the otter at bay, keeping him from reclaiming the head.

“Oh come on, that’s not fair,” Sami said, his voice muffled as he spoke into Kris’ fur, his other head too full of the cat’s cock to make any attempt at speech.

“Not fair like you taking away my legs you mean?” Kris replied, moving the otter’s head so he could grin at him. He took care not to let the otter see his body with that head as the other was looking at them from behind Sami, his view of where exactly Kris was being blocked from that direction.

“That was an accident. I thought I was taking away your arms,” Sami sullenly replied. His body flumped against Kris’ hands, no longer trying to find a way past them and retrieve his head.

Kris grinned in his small victory as he lay back against the base of the bed. “Well how about we even the odds a little more? I get to pick two pills and we both take on each. Then we’ll see who wins,” he said, already reaching for the plastic container above and behind his head on the mattress.

“Oh you’re on,” Sami said with a wide grin of his own. His body padded over to grab his second head, giving the base of Kris’ shaft a gentle stroke as he did so.

Once again Kris bucked forward in response to the stroke. He curled his lower arms up, reaching between them to brush his fingers against his pussy. Once reviled and unwanted, the cat at least knew what to do with it now. His thumb idly rubbed over his clit as he breathed heavily, shaking his head a couple of times to try to clear his spiking arousal.

“Dammit, didn’t really think about what having both would be like,” he said, eyes closed as he blindly opened the little box and plucked a couple of pills out. He kept them hidden from the otter within his closed fist.

The mattress creaked as Sami sat back down behind the feline, one of the otter’s hands massaging Kris’ shoulder as he waited. The cheetah purred loudly from the attention, leaning back into the otter’s and letting his lower hands play with his pussy some more. His hands shook as he gave one pill to Sami, bringing the other to his mouth.

“At the same time, yeah?” Kris asked, opening his eyes to look up at the otter.

“On three,” Sami replied. He rested his head in his lap as he started to count down from three. Then they both popped the pills into their mouths and swallowed. The effects were almost immediate.

Kris felt his lower shoulders warming up. He reached for them with both sets of hands before yelping his shock as his tail suddenly pushed out and thickened. He was alarmed at first, before recognising a new torso growing out from his ass. At first it was a featureless blob of flesh and fur before it started to gain some definition, a new spine and ribs growing in. he was glad he was already on the floor, or else he’d have overbalanced and fallen before the new limbs started to form. He hoped for legs, but wasn’t overly surprised to realise he was simply growing more arms. At the end of his new lower torso his tail flicked back and forth, then curled in to rub between his hindmost arms. He had a pussy there and, after a quick check, found one on his upper torso as well. Lying on his side he slowly started to rub them both, shuddering from the dual sensations added to the otter’s mouth around his detached cock.

He shuddered, then was drawn from his reverie when he felt a kick against his back. He glanced back to the otter. Sami was lying back on the bed as his tracksuit bulged massively at the crotch.

“Oh fuck,” Kris whispered, eyes wide as he watched the bulge snake its way down the side of the otter’s leg. “Is that your cock?”

Sami seemed unable to sit up for the moment as he watched his body changing from his heads’ vantage points. “Not exactly,” he gasped. A few moments later it became clear to Kris as the bulge reached the bottom of Sami’s thankfully stretchy trousers. It wasn’t a cockhead that emerged from the bottom, but a foot. “I have three legs.”

Kris giggled as he tried to stand up. He still struggled to maintain his balance, but at least he had four hands to plant his weight on rather than just the two. His elbows shook a little beneath his weight, but otherwise he was able to stand and watch the otter’s changes just fine.

In the time it took for Kris to stand, Sami had stripped down completely and was pressing his three feet against the ground experimentally. His middle foot was an odd combination of the two outer ones, not quite a left, not quite a right, with the larger toes in the middle of the foot. He wiggled them with a grin, before moving his attention further up his body to his two crotches. He was a little surprised to realise that he still only had the one cock. In the fork between his right and middle legs his wandering fingers found a vagina. Standing up, it only took him a few moments to adjust his balance and find a gait that suited his legs. He paced around the room a few times, his two heads watching from afar to make sure he didn’t stumble.

Once he was confident, the otter turned his attention back to Kris, who was likewise struggling to walk with his new gait. The cheetah’s four hands struggled to balance properly on the floor as he took a few steps back and forth, threatening to spill the feline over into an entanglement of arms.

“I don’t think an extra pussy was part of the plan,” Kris said with a groan, the constant teasing on his cock causing his arms to shake, slick with the arousal dripping from his twin vaginas.

“What’s the matter cat? Can’t handle it?” Sami asked with a grin. His headless body wandered over to his two heads, before grabbing the one with the free mouth. Resting it beneath his breasts, he carried the head back over to Kris, who was still stumbling and trying to find a position comfortable for his four walking hands.

“I… kind of just wanted the cock,” Kris mumbled, warily keeping his eye on the otter as he approached again.

Sami simply held his head out for Kris to take. “Here, hold this for a moment,” the otter said. Kris took the head in his hands, a little perplexed as he stared down at his friend.

“What are you planning?” he asked, not sure whether to look down at Sami’s head, or to watch his retreating back as he returned to his second head. The otter merely grinned, not answering as his body took hold of Kris’ cock and pulled it free. The cheetah whined and shuddered, glad to be free of the constant stimulation, yet frustrated by the fact it was over. His relief wasn’t to last long.

“Just this,” Sami said from the head in Kris’ hands. It was enough to draw the cheetah’s attention away from the otter’s body for long enough for Sami to creep up behind him. By the time he felt the tip of his own cock against his pussy it was too late.

He almost dropped Sami’s head as his cock slid into his rearmost vagina. Already wet from Sami’s tongue, his cock easily slipped in right to the balls. But the otter wasn’t finished there, as he started to slowly thrust the cock in and out, teasing the trembling cheetah even more. He knew it couldn’t be long before he released, the constant stimulation bringing him close to the edge already. But once more, before he could reach that peak, Sami pulled the feline’s cock free and held it in his hands.

“C-come on Sami,” Kris panted, closing his eyes as he heard the otter moving again. He didn’t know where Sami was going this time, but he soon found out when he felt a cock brushing against his lips. This time it wasn’t his; it was the otters. He opened his eyes to stare into one of Sami’s brown-furred crotches. Acting on instinct, he leaned forward to take the head of the otter’s cock in his mouth, running his tongue over the cumslit.

“Mmm, that’s good. Always have been good with your tongue, hey Kris?” Sami said, letting out a low moan with his other head. With one hand resting on Kris’ head, with his other he slowly guided the cheetah’s cock towards his second crotch and pressing it against his new pussy. Again Sami moaned, and Kris’ mouth clenched around the otter’s cock.

With the otter providing the thrust, Kris started to both fellate and fuck Sami at the same time. His cock pushed deep into the otter’s pussy, his tongue and mouth working Sami’s cock. The cheetah’s hands all clenched. He held Sami close to him, all four of his walking hands scrabbling against the carpeted floor. He didn’t know how much longer he’d be able to stay standing, such was the immense pleasure he was feeling.

Likewise, Sami was trembling in pleasure, all three of his legs braced against the ground. For the otter, he was feeling pleasure from both cock and vagina, and the dual pleasure was fast bringing him to the edge. His fingers clenched hard around Kris’ head, holding the cheetah in place as the feline bobbed up and down on his aching shaft.

Kris wasn’t able to last any longer. He howled around Sami’s cock, clenching hard as the otter’s hands thrust his cock one last time. He came hard, even his neglected pussies drenching his shoulders and upper arms, a full body orgasm that threatened to send him to the floor. He was just about able to keep standing, but thankfully the otter didn’t keep him waiting long.

Sami’s hands clenched even tighter as he held Kris in place, both crotches bucking forward as they came together. The cheetah’s mouth was filled with the otter’s male seed, the feline cock soaked in his feminine juices.

Grinning and swallowing everything Sami had to offer, Kris nuzzled into the otter’s crotch, lapping up any spilt seed with his tongue. His eyes were half lidded in pleasure, the sheer joy of having a cock back again overwhelming almost every other thought. Finally, once Sami’s cock was clean, his arms gave way and forced him to collapse onto the floor. There he lay, too exhausted to even move, until he felt Sami’s arms lift him up beneath his forearms. Reluctantly he allowed the otter to lift him up and half-carry him towards the bed. There the two lay together, Kris’ head nestled between the otter’s breasts. The cheetah didn’t even know where the otter’s heads were.

All the while, in his forehands, Kris carried his cock. It wasn’t attached, but it was his. He knew he would still wake up with a pussy, but at least he could consider himself somewhat male now too.

For that alone, anything else was worth it.