Consequences

(Originally Posted By YearEnds)

Gary looked at himself in the mirror.

Well, one of his many selves. Or one of his many bodies, since he had so many now, but he was still just one person.

He still remembered the past the way it was before Professor Smith began changing him and his classmates. He had been a normal teenager going off to college. Six feet even, not particularly fit, and average-looking at best, but he'd had his share of sexual flings with girls who'd seen the sort of tent he pitched. Having a cock that was eight inches soft and thirteen hard could be damn embarrassing, but it had its compensations.

Now, though...

He remembered his eighteenth birthday vividly. He'd gone to sleep his normal self, and he'd woken up as what he was now.

He wasn't sure if Professor Smith had intended to change them further after giving them thirty-six bodies apiece. But he supposed even God's self-control wasn't infinite, and she'd given herself so many bodies that the pleasure she was feeling must have far outstripped what any of her mortal students felt.

Of course, she also hadn't changed them back afterward, whether to their original selves or their six-bodied forms or even their thirty-six-bodied forms.

He sighed.

His parents had been unable to accept what had happened to him. They'd heard of it happening to others, so they weren't surprised, but they thought the splitting was a curse. They'd kicked him out, barely giving him enough time to load his possessions on a few of his humantaur bodies. Thankfully, one of his teachers at school had been sympathetic and let him stay at his place since he had a spare bedroom, which, as with other rooms Gary had called "home" since his change (including his old bedroom on that fateful day) had immediately expanded to acccommodate all his bodies--they even had huge pools for his merman bodies. Then he got a letter from Stanford offering a full-ride scholarship in exchange for the occasional medical test so that they could better understand the change he'd undergone. Naturally, he'd accepted.

He looked at his body again and wondered if he'd ever go back to normal, or anything approximating normal. For that matter, he wasn't sure he wanted to.

His breasts were among the largest he'd ever seen (excluding his classmates', of course), thanks to what Professor Smith had told them was another twenty-four cup sizes. He also had tons of them, somehow, since their two rows of two had become four rows of three.

His cocks were the largest in the class--between gaining yet another eighteen inches of height, making him ten feet tall, and a subsequent addition of two feet of dick, he had, thanks to size increases due to his overall body growth, dicks that were seventy inches long soft and as long as he was tall when hard. And he'd gained plenty of them, too--where before he'd had three between his legs, he now had nine, arranged in a square. Not only that, but where he'd only had one pussy, he now had three.

Of course, those were merely the tip of the iceberg when it came to changes.

For one, he had arms aplenty now--twenty rows of three arms marching down the sides of his torsos, each arm splitting at the elbow into four forearms, each ending with a hand with nine fingers and an opposable thumb on each side.

His faces were different, since he had six eyes in two rows of three, with two noses and two mouths. (And he had no idea how many tongues he had. It certainly wasn't the five Professor Smith said she'd given them.) He also had three ears on each side of his heads, and the cowtaur ears were very sensitive erogenous zones.

His hair had changed, too--it was even thicker than before, and it had become so long that, if left to hang, it would stretch out at least five times longer than his naga bodies' tails (which were themselves ten times longer than they had been). Thankfully, it periodically restyled itself into some new complicated hairdo, and those parts that did trail on the ground anyway were never damaged by the experience.

But even that wasn't the weirdest part.

He supposed he still had "human" bodies, in that they didn't have a second back like his taur bodies, tails like his naga bodies, fins like his merman bodies, or legs in a circle like his spider bodies. But even those bodies had four legs now, all in a row, with his nest of cocks and pussies between each pair, and a torso above each of those. To top it off, he had two heads on each of those torsos.

Of course, he didn't exactly mind being able to get his hands on thirty-six boobs, twenty-seven cocks and nine pussies with just one body. And nobody looked at him funny. But it was definitely not what he'd expected even when he'd jumped into the pools earlier that day.

His taur bodies had lost their tails and asses, since they had three torsos in both front and back, and his cowtaur bodies now had four udders hanging down. His naga bodies had three tails to go with their three torsos and three sets of genitals, each now splitting at the end into three cocks. His merman bodies were (other than the gills) identical to his human bodies on land, but in the water his middle legs split so that he could have three tails. And as for his spider bodies...

Those were just weird. There, for whatever reason, he had six torsos arranged in a circle, each facing outward. Not only that, but each had come with its own set of legs, so he had forty-eight legs (and hence one hundred and forty-four pussies and four hundred and thirty-two cocks) on each of those.

And, just to top it all off, he no longer had just thirty-six bodies. No, that's where Professor Smith had truly lost control, and for every body he'd had before, he now had forty-six thousand, six hundred and fifty-six, for a total of one million, six hundred and seventy-nine thousand, six hundred and sixteen bodies. He had more bodies than over eighty countries had people. Taking his entire class into account, when they met there were more bodies in that room than there were people in all but about twenty countries.

Of course, it's not like it was all bad. Being able to think over three million different things in parallel was pretty handy. Being in over a million and a half places at once was also pretty handy. And the sex was fantastic--he'd already picked up at least two hundred people in clubs just that night, and he remembered having nights where he was fucking literally everyone in town before he'd come to Stanford (his parents excepted, of course).

But while he knew on an intellectual level that Professor Smith was God and so whatever she did was right because it was her will that it be done, and being God meant, by definition, that she could not do wrong, and further that since everything existed only at her sufferance it was her right to modify the terms of that existence whenever and however she chose, and he found his current form pretty damned exciting, he wished she'd at least had the decency to ask, even if the answer could only have been "Yes."