[F TF, Extra/Missing Body Parts (Arms, Legs, Breasts, Genitals)]

Heads. Paul looked at the token and nodded. "Alright, then." He resolutely clicked into the folder labeled "body parts" and took a look. Inside were pictures edited as though some great change had affected them, though the nature of the change was different than the one that affected the world currently.

Body parts were in random places on random people. One model, a beautiful woman with flowing brown hair, had feet instead of hands and was shown trying to grip a toothbrush between the balls of her feet. The sultry look of the next woman stood out, despite the fact that her entire body was just a pile of breasts and said lustful gaze was spread out across three of the globes. In place of the next woman’s mouth, there was a giant semi-flacid cock that hung downward, leading the eyes to many more that, if anything, seemed to accentuate her femininity more than detract from it.

Paul tabbed through his collected gallery. Multiple breasts, additional arms caressing their own bodies, shapely legs that numbered past the standard pair. The images displayed a wide arrangement of women that - even if in unusual ways - were seemingly more feminine for their changes.

Some of the women even were lacking limbs. Shapely woman posed in lounging positions, missing their arms and completely at the mercy of their lesbian lovers who provided all of the physical stimulation for the pair. In the pictures of women who were missing their legs, they were unable to stop displaying their womanhood to their partners and the world.

A throbbing pressure drew Paul’s attention away from the screen. He glanced down, craning his neck forward to see past his new breasts. His wooly hand was pressed against his crotch, with the strange device snuggled into his slit. A small gasp escaped his lips as he lifted it away from his lap, tendrils of liquid lust connecting him to it.

Using the side of his newly absorbent arm, Paul cleaned the display of the device enough to make out what it showed.

It was a blurred mess. Paul thought it was dizzying before, looking at all the simultaneous variations of women that would exist at once. Now it was even more hazy, with even more radically different permutations of the change available to view. Focusing on what was shown, it seemed like the device was clever enough to extrapolate from the fantasizing. New limbs and organs seemed interspersed throughout, with both more and less than a normal human would have.

Unknowingly, Paul’s fingers sped up their work between his legs. Despite having just had intense relief with Gab, he was nearly on the edge again thanks to the device and it’s strange powers to make him extremely horny. He glanced back at his computer screen, before looking again at the device.

“Fuck…” he muttered, a sexual groan catching in his throat as he said it. He shook his head to clear his thoughts, but the cascade of long hair dancing across his tits once again lulled him back deeper into desire. “Ah… fuck it…” For the second time that day, Paul gripped both of the contact pads on either side of the device and squeezed.

For a moment, nothing happened. Paul began to worry that something was wrong, that the device was recharging - or worse, broken. A tugging force upward toward his ceiling let him know the device had registered his input successfully. As the fabric of his lap dragged along the desk, he groaned, feeling the soft fringes slide and gently catchon the wood. While in mid air his body gently arched backwards, a pose of femininity as he demonstrated a bit of natural lordosis.

Shivers raced through his nerves. Paul bit his lip and couldn’t help but to moan. Now that he knew what was happening, the entire process took on a sexual tone. His fingers ran across his body, cupping his bust. His heart rate climbed, his breath racing. Instinctively his fingers squeezed his chest, only to feel them forced back open.

He looked down, gripping himself again only to feel his soft flesh swelling between his fingers. His hands were forced off the surface of his chest, startling him as he felt another pair of swollen nipples beneath his breasts. His hands roamed, and he felt two more pairs of hard bumps, with soft masses beneath them.

Four sets, eight breasts. Paul couldn’t believe it, nor could he apply the attention he needed to each of them. As they grew into sizes that would equally match his original pair, Paul struggled to try and hold and stimulate all of them. He slowly spun in the air, his long hair fanning out behind him. He went to brush a strand out of his mouth, and gasped.

His lips felt strangely swollen and puffy. He tried running his fingers over their surface and was confused by the strange sensations he was feeling. It wasn’t until Paul went to run his thumb up and down over his lips that he finally realized what was happening.

Placing his thumb on the tip of his nose, he could feel it dwindling into his face. The sensations were mindbreaking, it was as though the tip of his nose was becoming packed full of pleasurable nerve endings. On either side of his nose was the skin of his lips, stretching vertically down nearly to his chin. His index finger slipped into the strangely changed feature on his face, and he gasped. It was warm and wet, missing the usual features of his mouth like his tongue and teeth, but most of all it was arousing.

Paul panted from the fire coursing through his veins. In a single day he went from having a dick and no vaginas to having two of them, along with more breasts than he’d ever held in his life. He reached one hand between his legs to supplement the fingers in his mouth, but he couldn’t reach. Squirming and writhing made no difference, as his arm was physically smaller and still shrinking. By whatever magical or scientific energy that powered the device, Paul could feel that power tingling through his fabric skin as his arms receded. His fingers were pulled from his new strange oral opening, and within moments his arms had completely absorbed into his shoulders and he was left helpless.

The ethereal force that lifted Paul into the air slowly relented, and he lowered to the ground. He tried to call out to Gab for assistance, but it seemed the changes to his anatomy left him unable to do more than gasp and wheeze loudly. Rolling around on the ground, an especially erotic experience given the plethora of wobbling masses adorning his torso, he finally managed to get his legs underneath him, and slowly stand up.

Paul made his way to the bathroom mirror. He had to see the changes and know what had happened to him. There were so many possibilities, and such a wide range of porn on his computer he was looking at. How similar would everyone be? Would anyone on the planet have the same changes as anyone else? The thoughts plagued Paul’s mind as he fumbled in the darkness trying to turn on the lights. Once he managed to bump the switch with his shoulder, he let out another gasp.

He was stunning. Sure, it was unusual, but it felt exotic. Looking at the woman in the mirror was a massive turn on, and it showed as the wool around both sets of lips darkened. Paul leaned in, examining his former mouth. It was as detailed as the anatomy between his legs, just in the wrong spot. Leaning forward like this was pushing his breasts out, each of the eight breasts fighting for its own space. They were surprisingly massive, and too large to fit comfortably together. Every motion made them shift and slide against each other, the vibrations of one sending waves through the rest.

“You couldn’t keep your hands off of it, could you?”

Paul wheeled around to the source of the voice. Gab was standing in the doorway to the bathroom, and already Paul was checking her out.

She had three pairs of arms, each ‘shoulder’ sprouting only a few inches underneath the one above it. Awkwardly, the bottom rows of arms seemed to be hugging herself to stay out of the way, while the top arms were placed with their hands on her hips.

No, not hands, feet. Gab’s hands were no longer the infinitely flexible, adept at gripping apendages that Paul knew. Instead each wrist widened and bulged out into an ankle, before the sleek shape of a foot flowed out of the changed joint. She took a step forward, clearing the remaining distance between the lovers and unfolding her lower arms. Those had feet too, feet that pressed against some of the lower orbs of Paul’s chest. A quiet sigh of pleasure hummed between Paul’s facial folds as the arches of her feet gently curled ever so slightly around his breasts, his scratchy wool catching on her lace.

“You can’t even speak, can you?” Paul shook his head, acutely aware of the wall he’d been backed up into. Gab eyed him up and down, pressing her foothands even more firmly against his chest while those toes wriggled into his flesh. Were her feet always this big? He looked down at the foothands holding his front, then tried to look around them to her regular feet as their bodies were too close together to spot them normally. They were definitely bigger, and even Paul’s old shoes - from when he was still male - would be a tight fit.

Paul glanced at their reflection together in the mirror. Sure, they looked unusual compared to what would have been a normal human even a day ago, but despite their changes they were undeniably feminine. The smooth curves of his shoulders dropping off to nothingness almost seemed to accentuate his petite figure, while Gabrielle’s extra arms just gave her the figure of a blossoming flower, or like the silks that trail in the air behind a dancer.

Gab blushed, and after a moment, Paul blushed too, the darkened hues showing through their silky lace and wooly knitting. It was because Paul was drooling, and not in the way he was used to. He was turned on, as if that wasn’t obvious. He felt something moving between his thighs. Was that one of Gab’s new foothands, trying to gain access to him? A quick glance told him all was accounted for. The motion quickly turned into pressure, before Paul realized he recognized the sensation, though previously he had been on the other side of it.

“Something else changed, sweetie…” Gab whispered to Paul, his expression changing from shock to lust. “Don’t worry, I’ll intimately acquaint you to all of these changes…”